#also just imagine the tag team from these two if youre dating both

[imitationdrow]

honestly halsin/shadowheart is slept on ive been playing this poly dragonborn and this is evidence ive discovered on why it should be talked about more 1. shadowheart is so incredibly down bad for halsin 2. endgame shadowheart practically adopts a forests worth of animals 3. me and all my homies hate shar 4. we all know these two are the kinkiest mfs at the camp and give the best aftercare 5. its a power couple what more can i say

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part nine.

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mclaren As we get closer and closer to the start of the 2024 season, we thought we’d take the time to introduce new fans to the team that works behind the scenes! Starting us off, we have Y/N L/N, our personal paddock photographer! Y/N has been here with us at McLaren since 2019, and is the genius mind behind many of the photos we’ve posted throughout the years. She’s an important part of our community and helps tremendously in not only capturing our drivers in action, but also in getting the other behind the scenes members of our team the recognition they deserve. We’re glad to have her back here with us in Bahrain, and we can’t wait to see what beautiful concoctions she comes up with this year! 🧡

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user if there is 100 y/n fans, i am one of them. if there is one y/n fan, it is me. if there are no y/n fans, i have died.

user love love LOVE that mclaren takes the time to recognize the hard work of everyone who supports the drivers

↳ user i feel like f1 promotes the racers, team principals, and pit crew so much and forgets about everyone else that makes sure these teams are able to function so seamlessly

user CAN WE GET A MEET THE ADMIN POST TOO??? 👀👀👀

user i bumped into y/n back in silverstone 2021, like literally bumped into her, and she was so sweet!!

user she’s my photography inspo 🤩

user her dedication to the mclaren team is so apparent when you think about the fact that she DOESN’T get the same recognition as the drivers, but she has chosen to work for them for what will be 6 years as of this season. she could have easily move to a different formula 1 team or even another sport entirely, but she still comes back and that’s a dedicated artist

↳ user the fact that she did a little stint over at manchester city fc and STILL chose to come back to mclaren even tho i imagine f1 has a much harsher and stricter schedule with the intercontinental travel than football does

user this is who we have to thank for all those beautiful shots of lando??? cuz if so, bless her omg 🙏🙏🙏

user in this household we appreciate the crew that works tirelessly to keep us entertained

user so tired of seeing ppl disregard her skill as a photographer just bc of who she’s dating

↳ user OMG SAME

yourusername glad to be here, can’t wait to travel the world with these amazing people 🧡

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oscarpiastri so glad you’ve gotten over your temporary obsession with blue 😁

↳ yourusername so glad you haven’t lost your ability to get on my last nerve 😁

↳ oscarpiastri so glad you’re still insufferable even on your best days 😁

↳ yourusername now that’s a comeback i can be proud of 🥹

user MISSED THESE LADS OH MY DAYS

user ONE DAY UNTIL TESTING GUYS

user oscar looking fine asf these days 😩 that winter break treated him well

mclaren The boys are back in town!

↳ yourusername dare i say my milkshake brought them to the yard?

↳ mclaren It certainly called us 😍

↳ yourusername you flatter me mclaren admin 😌

↳ mclaren Only the best for our best 😘

user that’s some pretty intense eye contact from lando in the last image…

↳ user he ain’t even looking at the camera

↳ user nah bruv is def looking at y/n 👀👀

↳ user I NEED THEM TO GET OVER WHATEVER HAPPENED AND GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS CUZ I MISS THE BANTER IN THE COMMENTS

↳ user i think we should probably respect their privacy and understand that something happened (presumably in the off season) that we weren’t privy to. so long as they can both maintain professionalism around one another, they don’t have to do or “get over” anything. does it suck to see two very close friends no longer get along in the way they used to? absolutely. but we don’t know what happened or if anything even did happen. in the event that something did, we don’t know who’s involved or who, if anyone, is at fault. they’re both justified in choosing to end a friendship due to a falling out, or even if they just grew distant. but even as i say all of this, it’s still speculation.

↳ user we don’t actually know if they aren’t friends any longer or if they’ve just moved their friendship off of online platforms. it should be noted that y/n is very publicly dating someone, and idk about you, but i know firsthand how delusional fans can be. her bf’s fans could easily attack her over banter with another man, and lando’s fans could just as easily start reading into that same banter which runs the very real possibility of putting all three of them in an awkward situation where y/n is being shipped with a man that ISN’T her bf.

↳ user what about the banter she has with the mclaren admin? 🤔

↳ user context is super important here. the flirting between y/n and the mclaren admin is very obviously fake. it has been from the beginning, and when ppl “ship” the two of them together it’s for the bit and to play along with their fake bromance. lando and y/n have both been legitimately shipped together since they both started working with mclaren, which changes the undertone of the shipping comments bc ppl often genuinely misconstrue their banter as REAL flirting.

user why do comment sections related to y/n always turn into debate sessions

↳ user REAL like ain’t no way i’m reading all that

user oscar’s hair sticking up in every picture is my roman empire

user I’VE BEEN MISSING THE ORANGE I’M SO GLAD IT’S BACK 🧡🧡🧡

user wait i didn’t even realize until now that this is the first post in like a month that’s actually had public comments turned on

↳ user probably bc her bf’s loser fans have finally stopped harassing her

jackgrealish must be nice having all that sun 😒

↳ yourusername it really is, bet you’re jealous

Testing goes fine, until it doesn’t.

“A drain cover?” Lando’s voice echoes across the garage. “Another fucking drain cover?”

You purse your lips.

Yesterday, he’d been upset on Oscar’s behalf when they’d cancelled the remainder of the morning session after only a couple hours to solve the problem of the track’s dislodged pieces. He’d complained and cussed out the incompetence, and then reassured Oscar that things would be better for the third day.

But the third day is here now, and he’s even more upset now being told to pit after a measly thirty minutes for the same issue.

“This is the second fucking time━” he cuts himself off with an angry huff and runs his hands roughly through the curls of his hair, letting his fingers catch on the tangles and yanking through them in his frustration. Sweat glistens on his furrowed brow. His cheeks are still flushed from the heat of the car.

It’s the most emotion you’ve seen from him since you’ve come back.

The time you’ve already spent in Bahrain has been stilted at best. Lando continues to stick with his attempts at avoiding you, but it’s harder to do so here when your hotel rooms are on the same floor and you’re limited to the confines of the garage for most of the day. Even when he isn’t in the car, there’s not a lot to do wandering around the paddock and even if there was they’ve encouraged him to stay where he can easily be reached.

You’re trying not to be smug about it, but every time you glance over your shoulder and catch him watching you━ catch him quickly looking away when your eyes meet and he realizes he’s been caught━ you feel pleased.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Lando, it’s that he’s always got a limit.

If you wait long enough, stand your ground and prove that you really have no intentions whatsoever of giving in and breaking the ice between the two of you, eventually he’ll cave. When he realizes he won’t get what he wants, that he’ll have to actually put in the effort to repair what he’s broken rather than having it magically fix itself, he’ll have no other choice but to do so.

“They might not cancel the session,” Oscar chimes in, attempting to placate his aggravated teammate. “Since they already had to yesterday, I doubt they’ll do it again today.”

Unfortunately, that doesn’t actually calm Lando down at all. If anything, it just reminds him again of the fact that this is the second time this same complication has happened which has him huffing angrily again and running his hands through his tangled curls even rougher.

You wince at that.

Andrea, McLaren’s team principal, steps forward. “Take a breath,” he orders, resting a heavy hand on Lando’s shoulder. “Go walk a lap around the garage or something, whatever, but I need you to calm down.”

You’re prepared for that to be the end of it, but then Andrea looks over and catches your eye. “Y/N,” he says, nodding his head towards Lando. “You go with him. Keep him out of trouble.”

Well.

You like to think you do a much better job at keeping your emotions off of your face than Lando, which isn’t hard when his features scrunch up into a pained scowl at Andrea’s words, but you can feel the pinch of your own eyebrows furrowing and the smile you send towards the team principal probably looks more like a grimace if Oscar pursed lips in your peripherals is anything to go by.

Lando storms out and you follow reluctantly after him.

He can’t really go very far, not if he wants to be within a reasonable distance when━ if━ they call him back to continue the morning testing session. So he paces back and forth and back and forth just outside the garage’s exit out into the paddock.

Your phone tells you that ten minutes pass like this. It’s the longest you’ve been alone with him in a while and his distraction lets you focus on the finer details that you’ve missed when he’s going out of his way to avoid you.

There are deep, dark, bruise-like circles that hang heavily beneath his eyes. His skin is sun-kissed and tanned from his time out catching rays during his travels, but there’s a pale pallor beneath the added color that makes him look sick. Despite his current anger and the tension coiled in his muscles just waiting to lash out and strike, his shoulders seem to droop beneath the invisible weight of whatever he’s carrying with him.

He looks small.

Lando’s always been on the shorter side, but he’s never before looked small. Not like this. Never like this.

The longer you watch, the more the back and forth pacing starts to transform into the anxious stride of a cornered animal.

You aren’t arrogant enough to assume he’s like this because of you entirely, but it does occur to you that maybe he’s having just as rough of a time as you are with the newfound distance between yourselves.

You watch him silently, for a little while longer, observing the way his stride hitches every few steps and he just barely manages to stop himself from stumbling over his own feet. He’s still running his hands through his hair. By the seventh time he practically claws his fingers through his curls you heave a sigh.

“Quit that,” you snap.

“Quit what?” He fires back with just as much bite.

You roll your eyes. “You’re gonna rip your hair out if you keep pulling on it like that.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he stops in his tracks and turns on his heel to face you with a sneer. His words drip with sarcasm. “I forgot you must be used to Grealish now, right? And I bet he’s got at least a ten-step hair care routine. I wonder, does he use unicorn sweat and essence of rainbow to keep it that smooth and bright? There’s no other possible way!”

“You’re being an asshole, Lando.”

“My sincerest apologies,” he says. “How could I ever think Grealish would use unicorn sweat of all things? He uses pixies tears, my mistake.”

You’re not sure how a few words managed to turn into this━ you’d just wanted him to stop pulling at his hair. It looked painful and he’s always been a bit tender headed. Now, instead, you can feel the anger bubbling up inside you and it seems like Lando’s frustrations about the testing delay, and your friendship with Jack apparently, have made things worse.

Like throwing gasoline onto a flame.

You scowl, “Seriously. You’re being a fucking prick.”

He throws his arms up into the air, “Why not just run off to Grealish then? Since he seems to be your new best friend and you tell him everything.”

If your life were a movie, this is the moment in time when the stars would align and fate would force everything to position itself perfect in place. Like the pieces of a puzzle, it would all work out and you’d calmly explain to Lando what happened back in January with Garrett and Manchester City, and he’d understand immediately and apologize, and you’d hug it out and then both return to the garage just in time for them to announce the testing session would re-commence.

But your life isn’t a movie, and reality feels significantly different to the scripted perfection of fiction.

The precarious security of the perch you’ve settled yourself upon comes crashing down, and the tentative balance you’ve managed to maintain since the start of February when you were back in papaya again shatters with it. Something inside you snaps. The dam has burst and everything held back comes rushing to the front like a torrential wave.

“At least he was there for me when some prick blackmailed me into a relationship at the threat of my livelihood,” you snarl.

Lando pauses for a moment. He makes a couple different faces before settling on a mix between pissed off and confused, and his arms cross over his chest. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Garrett Ward, Lando!” You exclaim. “He threatened that if I didn’t pretend to be his girlfriend, he’d fake some misconduct rumor and ruin my career and I was too afraid to say no because this is all I have!”

This isn’t how you’d wanted it all to go down. You’d always imagined you’d get the satisfaction of an apology, and that Lando would get drunk on cheap wine with you like old times, and you’d explain what all happened with the confidence of being a little tipsy and you wouldn’t feel ashamed because Lando’s your best friend and he’d reassure you that you did what you had to, and then you’d listen to him shit talk Garrett for the rest of the night. In the morning, he’d have some idea of how to fix it all without ruining your career, and then you’d be able to put it all behind you and go back to how things were before the winter off-season ever started.

This is far from that, but there’s a sense of relief that comes nonetheless from getting it all off your chest to Lando━ to the person you’ve wanted to talk to from the very beginning

You feel tears burning your eyes, blurring your vision. “I can barely pay my rent as is, and I’m only actually living there for a few dumb months out of the year anyway. Do you know how much worse it would be if I got kicked from McLaren too? Nobody else in the country would hire me if he followed through with what he was threatening.”

“Well,” Lando shrugs his shoulders, looking properly chastised. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I fucking tried, you muppet!” You throw your arms up in exasperation and then wipe at your eyes in frustration when the tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I called you every day for a week and you ignored me! I sent you text after text after fucking text━” your voice breaks, “━and you didn’t even read them! Did you know I locked myself in the bathroom and cried every single day I had to work there?”

You glare at him.

“The only thing that made it better was Jack fucking Grealish coming into my office and telling me I could at least go to him if I ever needed anything,” you snap. “So fuck off with this whole holier than thou bullshit. You left me, and Jack took your place because I was drowning!”

“Y/N…”

Crying hadn’t been a part of your plan, but the tears won’t stop now that they’re going. It’s embarrassing. You’re already worried about just how many people heard you shouting, and now you’re even more worried about someone coming back to look for you both and finding you sobbing your eyes out.

“I’m sorry━”

Lando’s arms wrap around you, warm and strong and sure.

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━━ a/n: and there we have it folks. lando is finally back in the picture! this part was a lot of fun to write, because i've been waiting for this moment since the initial fallout in the beginning. on that note, i finished getting it all whipped up this morning while watching the qualis, so if there are any mistakes that i haven't caught that's why. i was a bit distracted, so please pretend they aren't there haha!

[puckinghischier]

just a random post with a string of nonsense thoughts about the hughes brothers and how bad i want to be a part of that family

like, not even having to marry into it kinda way, but maybe being best friends with one of the boys and just assimilating into their routines?

i mean, imagine being jack’s bestie and always being over at their house or driving him to hockey practice or tagging along to games and it’s always just assumed you’re staying for dinner after giving him a ride home from practice. Or it’s always assumed when they go to the lake on weekends you’re going to be there too

and don’t even get me started on how luke and quinn basically treat you like a sister since you’re attached to jack’s hip and act just like him. the arguments you’d have with luke about who gets to choose what’s on tv, then quinn eventually vetos any kind of compromise between the two of you because he’s the oldest so his choice “means more than both of yours combined”

also thinking about when the guys want to go play golf but you show up at their house to hang out with them, so they have you tag along and drive the golf cart, resulting in everyone getting kicked off of the golf course because you were caught by the cart girl for having two grown men hanging off of the back of your golf cart re-enacting king of the world from titanic as you make your way to the green.

or when you go on a date with a guy your friend set you up with, all three of them sneak around and tag along in ridiculous “disguises” with fake wigs and mustaches to make sure he’s not a dick or a serial killer. and when you catch them, seeing a glimpse of luke’s curly hair from a few booths down, you walk over to confront them and threaten to call ellen because you know that’s the only threat that scares them, watching them scurry off with glares on their faces, mumbling how they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a dick.

then weeks later, when the same guy ghosts you and you see him with another girl, the only place you want to go is the hughes house, so you show up unannounced, quinn watching you walk into the kitchen (you have a key so you just let yourself in) with tear stained cheeks and he immediately goes angry big brother mode, insisting you tell him where the asshole lives so he can go rough him up a bit. jack comes downstairs to see what all the commotion is, and once he hears what happened he takes over quinn’s role as shoulder to cry on, quinn already setting everything up for a movie night and telling luke he needs to go out and get your favorite snacks.

when ellen and jim come home that night to a dark house and a blanket mound in the middle of their living room floor, they see you asleep cuddled in-between jack and quinn, with luke laying at everyone’s feet, and they smile and turn the tv off, happy that all of their kiddos are safe under one roof tonight.

and the next morning, when you all wake up to ellen cooking a huge breakfast, knowing her boys wake up like starved animals, she pulls you aside to make sure you’re okay, her heart swelling when you look over at the three heathen’s absolutely demolishing their plates of breakfast, and tell her you’ve never been better.

don’t even get me started on holidays. you have to split time between your own family and the hughes residence like you’re a child of divorce because you’ve been involved in all of their holiday traditions since you could remember. you help them decorate their tree, you help ellen wrap presents, you help jim set up all of their yard decorations, you have annual ginger bread house decorating competitions with each of the boys, and your favorite, helping the boys surprise ellen with a huge gift each year.

or when you attend all of their big games, from their team usa juniors games, to quinn and luke’s games at michigan, to each brother’s first pro game. you and ellen always have matching, personalized jersey’s for the occasion, wanting every to know who you’re there to support.

also thinking about flying out and being there for each of them when they go through their first big struggle with homesickness and missing their family, wanting to be there for them like they’ve been there for you over the years. and sending them each care packages each month with goodies from home and handmade gifts from whatever craft you’ve taken up that month (the crochet phase produced some very oddly shaped socks)

and when you decide you can’t stand not living near your favorite set of brothers, you move be closer to the youngest two, hating that you likely won’t be able to live in a place close to all three of them again. but quinn petitioned for partial custody (his exact words to jack) so the spare bedroom at his apartment in vancouver is now yours and he insists on paying for you to fly out to his place every other month, no matter how much you protest that you can buy your own plane tickets.

you know they all have countdowns to lake time each summer on their phones, too. quinn sending updates in the groupchat every day, then starting over the day everyone returns home from the summer festivities.

but overall, i’m just thinking about how fun i know it would be, and how anyone in that family will be surrounded by so much kindness and love.

anyways there’s my nonsense, random, run-on string of thoughts for the day.

[sehodreams]

riize MTL to make you get on the phone with your boyfriend while they're plowing into your uterus and making your vision blackout with stars

TW and tags: cheating, fingering, p in v, drunk sex, toxic!ex!Seunghan, toxic!Eunseok, idk what else.

Sorry I got a little carried away with Eunseok and Seunghan haha I love Eunseok too much, I hope you like it anon!

Also, I'll be honest, this is not a MTL of who would do it, this is a MTL of who would be the most evil while doing it, and sorry for not writing for all of them, I just couldn't imagine the others idk why.

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Eunseok

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Wonbin

Anton

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Eunseok

He doesn't want to be your boyfriend, but he doesn't like sharing you neither. You've been with your boyfriend for months already, but you had met Eunseok before you started your relationship, being just fuck buddies, and since he told you he didn't like relationships, you accepted to date the new boy, who was sweet and kind, while Eunseok ghosted you whenever he wanted, making you exhausted of his game.

So, if he was the one leaving, why would he always bother you coming back? He did the same thing once every two or three weeks, and you hated yourself because every time you felt he was about to come and see you, instead of getting angry, your pussy would get wet, the memory of him pounding your insides enough to get you like that, and that night was no different.

Your boyfriend had gone to a work trip, talking to you every night at the same hour to tell you about his day. You watched the clock, Eunseok was between your legs, drinking you like the beer he had before knocking your door, and when you were about to cum you remembered the phone call that would sound in less than 10 minutes, I can't, you told yourself, not because you felt bad cheating on your boyfriend, but because you knew Eunseok would fuck you for a lot longer and you wouldn't be able to talk.

Your phone lighted, showing your boyfriend's name in the screen, and you wanted to hide it, but Eunseok was faster and grabbed your phone before you could, accepting the call.

"Hi babe" your boyfriend said, and Eunseok, instead of leaving you alone to talk with him, inserted two of his fingers in your pussy, making it squelch, a sound you wished no one could hear through the phone.

"Hi" you answered how you could, then biting your lip to not let the noises come out of your mouth.

"You have no idea what happened today" he started to tell you everything, how his team almost messed up, how he fixed the problem, expecting you to tell him how proud you were, but you couldn't talk, your eyes were rolling and your lip was almost bleeding from the force you were using to not let a single cry come out of you while Eunseok played with you, showing you the cheekiest smile you had ever seen, making you horny and angry at the same time.

You tried to tell him to stop, pushing his hand away and shaking your head. He said an I don't want to silently, increasing the speed of his fingers inside you, and when you were shaking, almost cumming, he pulled them away.

You denied, how could he do that? When you were so close? The voice of your boyfriend kept talking in the background and Eunseok got closer to your ear, moving both your hands over your head and maintaining them with one of his, "babe, such a lame way to call you, doesn't he know you prefer being called slut?" Your pussy got tighter around nothing when he talked, and you tried to say no, but you couldn't form a single sentence, "if you're someone else's babe, I shouldn't fuck you, don't you think so?" You cried, head back to the pillow, tears blurring your vision, "or what are you?" He asked, slapping your pussy with his dick, the sound undoubtedly heard by your boyfriend. You shouldn't answer, you told yourself, he would heard you, but did you care enough? What was more important, to mantain your relationship or to get pounded by Eunseok? Such an easy choice "I'm your slut" you said, and he, smiling proud of you, pushed his dick into your cunt, which welcomed it with such a satisfaction it clenched around it immediately, feeling so good that you, happy to finally be fucked like you should, couldn't contain your moans anymore.

Seunghan

He was the best boyfriend anyone could have, so he always asked you, why did you decide to break up with him? He just couldn't understand what you said, that he flirted too much? He was just friendly. He never answered your calls if he went out partying? He couldn't hear it with the loud music. He fucked your best friend? He was just drunk and thought it was you.

Everything he did had an explanation, including the fact that, even when you broke up months ago and you had moved on with a new boyfriend, he had to see you every weekend to help you get off, it wasn't his fault that you decided to start a relationship with a guy that couldn't fuck you like he did.

It was the typical friday night and he was already in your room when you arrived from your date, "did he fuck you?" He asked when you closed your door. "Yeah, why?" You answered, making him smile and poke his cheek with his tongue, laughing at you, "well, you don't see happy enough" he replied. You denied with your head, tired of his shit, "Shut up and do your job".

He laughed loudly and pulled down the waistband of his joggers and his underwear, his hard cock bouncing as a result. You didn't waste a second and walked to him, kissing with need and moaning into his mouth.

Something you had to admit, and hated, it was that Seunghan was the best fuck you've ever had, not finding anyone good enough to make you feel like he did.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was so shameless, he didn't hesitate to go down on you, eating your cunt until you cried and pulled his hair, moaning into it when you hurt him, he also fucked you really good, he knew how to move, when to stop and when to rut into your hole, not being afraid of shoving his thumb on your ass.

Still, it was exactly that shameless side of him what made your actual dynamic possible, he didn't mind that you fucked other guys, because he knew you would always go back to him at the end, and he loved the way he didn't have to prepare you before he slided inside you, you dripping with the thought of him using you after the boy you were currently seeing.

And you couldn't deny it, you had no sense of shame neither, because when Seunghan pulled out your phone and scrolled through it, you'd continue moaning, perfectly knowing who was on the other side of the line.

Wonbin

When you needed to feel loved, you would call your boyfriend, when you needed some extra cash, you'd call your boyfriend, and when you needed to get fucked, you'd call Wonbin.

He liked that, he liked having the benefits of a relationship without spending his money and energy on you, he loved that you even sent him gifts with your boyfriend's money, and he loved the way you would receive him with open arms without any question.

When you were together you always wanted more and more, but after much pain and understanding that the first, second and third place on his heart would always be himself, you decided to find someone who appreciated you, however, he's Wonbin, it was impossible to forget him.

And Wonbin's such a bitch, he knows he shouldn't bother him, he pays his expensive gifts after all, but he likes to see your scared expression all the time, you trying to keep his identity as a secret was his favorite amusement, hear you lying to the poor boy telling him you were staying at your friend's house instead of with him always made him laugh, when you sent him your location so he knew were you were but not with who he smiled, and when you sent him pictures of your shopping spring without him knowing half of those bags were for Wonbin, he felt fucking horny.

So, it's only natural that he likes you to maintain your boyfriend content, obliging you to always answer his calls, even when you were together, and he wouldn't stop doing his work, fingering you or eating your pussy, whatever he was doing, he wouldn't stop, Wonbin liked to think it was his way of saying thank you to that boy too, because if he made his girlfriend happy, he'd be happy too, right?

Anton

This crybaby, he keeps going back to you because he loves you too much, and it hurts his heart to know you have a boyfriend, but he would rather share you than not have you at all.

Your phone ringing with him inside you distracted him, that unique ringtone always sent a shiver through his back because he knew who was calling, and he felt ashamed, but he loved you so much he couldn't help it, "Answer, and tell him you prefer me, I know you do", he'd say, stopping his movements so you could grab your phone, and then, perfectly knowing you'd never make his wish come true, listening to you talk to your boyfriend pretending you were tired or busy, out of dissapointment with himself for being so pathetic, he'd rut his hips into you harder, making you suffer to contain your moans, because if he was suffering, you'd do it too.

[atsvmi]

Isagi’s Interlude

“I wish I wasn’t famous/ I wish I was still in school/ So that I could have you in my dorm room/ I would put it on you crazy” - Cece’s Interlude, Drake

✿ tags: minors dni, 18+ content, pro!Isagi, fem!reader (called good girl, wears a skirt, has cleavage, etc.), established relationship, mention of an age difference (reader is older than Isagi, both are in their 20s), consensual audio recording, role play (university students), switch!Isagi, switch!reader, oral (male receiving), humping, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity but neither is a virgin, purity kink, corruption kink (?), one mention of a spoiler, tbh i think this is pwp but idk

✿ wc: 3.5k

✿ a/n: the time has come that i officially am no longer catfishing as a writing blog🥳 please clap. also, this is my first time writing smut so please be kind<3

“Do you think we’d still date if we knew each other when we were in school?”

Your question is a random but welcomed conversation as you both work to reset your shared kitchen after dinner, you wash as he dries. In the seconds between the next clean dish, he pauses to consider his answer, before choosing to reach for low-hanging fruit.

“Do you mean high school? If so then...I hope not,” he finally answers. He can’t help but laugh as you fling the excess water and soap from your fingers onto him in indignation.

“No, I didn’t mean fucking high school. And quit making me seem like a fucking cradle robber, asshole.” You’ve been together long enough that the four-year age difference between the two of you is little more than a fun fact and a harmless joke at times. He can sense your annoyance is mostly for show but he chooses not to push any further.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry,” he manages to get out between chuckles, fending himself from the assault of suds. Again he pauses to really think about what could’ve been. What would he have studied? Would he manage to get into a university with a good team? How would you manage to cross paths? He realizes it’s hard to consider anything when he doesn’t know much about your own school experience outside of the anecdotal stories you’ve told him.

“Tell me what you were like in school first.”

You resume washing the dishes, multitasking as you answer him.

“Um…pretty lame honestly. I wrote for the school’s newspaper. I wasn’t super active on campus but that made me get out there more than I would’ve on my own. But I did go to some parties.”

He lets your answer sink in.

“Yeah, I think we would’ve still got along. You don’t sound like you were much different from now so I don’t see why not.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see your lips turn slightly up, pleased with his answer. Cute.

“Do you ever think about your life if things turned out differently? Like if Blue Lock never happened?”

He can’t say he has. Blue Lock changed his life on its head completely, it’s hard to imagine things working out any differently. Tada and the others he went to school with were freshly graduated, at least according to their social media updates, so he supposes he would be too. Yet still, it’s hard to think about something so different than today.

“I dunno. I can’t really picture it. Actually, I don’t even want to. If I didn’t go to Blue Lock then who knows if I’d ever get the chance to play the soccer I want to. I’d probably never get to play professionally either.” He lets his train of thought wander, eventually realizing that without playing professionally, who knows if he’d ever cross paths with you. He buries the thought before it can even fully form and upset himself in the process.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” you conclude as you hand him the final dish. “I’m gonna get ready for bed. Can you just finish up here by sweeping?”

He nods in the affirmative, which you thank with a kiss that just misses his lips before leaving in the direction of the bedroom. Left with only his thoughts he can’t help but think a bit more about what could’ve been.

Obviously, he’d continue playing soccer as long as possible. Sure his high school team wasn’t amazing, but maybe through tryouts he’d end up at a decent enough school. And he’s always liked art class. Maybe he would’ve tried to pursue a fine arts degree? Or physical therapy to help athletes just in case soccer really didn’t pan out. But what then? For someone who’s built an entire soccer career around the ability to visualize a scenario, he really can’t help but to draw a blank.

Distracted by being in his own head, finishing around the kitchen takes longer than usual. When he finally manages to make his way to your shared room, he just manages to hear the sink’s water turn off, a sign that you’re at the tail end of your nightly routine.

He turns down the bed, first removing the many throw pillows you insist are necessary (a mild point of contention in his opinion. After all, what good is a pillow you’re not even allowed to lay on?) and then making himself comfortable using the “sleeping pillows” to prop himself up against the headboard, occupying himself by scrolling on the phone while he waits for you to make your way to bed. Despite it being the off-season he’s scheduled to meet with a trainer to maintain his conditioning so an early night is in order.

The click of the bathroom door opening draws his eyes but more importantly, what you’ve decided to wear to bed has his full attention.

“Baby, you look-” he starts before you cut him off.

“Is this still a good time for the interview?”

“Interview?”

He’s never been so confused in his life. And even worse, he can’t even dedicate half of his mind to start to comprehend what you’re playing at when he’s busy eyeing you from head to toe. The only thing on his mind is the oversized replica of his Bastard München jersey you’ve tied at your waist and the shortest skirt he’s ever seen. If he were to turn you around he’s sure that it’d cover absolutely nothing he’s sure a skirt is meant to. But even more captivating is the pair of thigh highs that indent into your skin the same way his fingers do when he-

“Yes? The post-game interview. I was hoping to get a quote for the paper from the player that scored the winning goal.”

“Uhh…” Is the most intelligent answer he can muster as he watches you climb onto the bed with a pad of paper and pen in hand. The size of the jersey only frames your cleavage as it gapes open thanks to gravity. Eventually, you make yourself comfortable, legs tucked under you and pen poised to take notes of his response.

“Is it ok if I record this,” you ask, sliding your phone on the nightstand, voice recorder rolling once he manages a stiff nod of his head. You continue. “So what were you thinking in that last play? It was pretty amazing if I say so myself.”

“Winning goal?” He should feel embarrassed by the way he can’t pull his eyes from your legs but the slither of skin between where your skirt ends and the socks begin is calling his name. It’s like he’s in high school again the way he can feel the blood rush from his head. Only your groan of annoyance gives him the strength to meet your eyes again.

“Babe, it’s called role play,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe in some ways, it is.

“Right. Role play.” A beat passes. “What exactly are the roles we’re playing?”

The look you give him makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Obviously, you’re the star of our university’s soccer team and I am the reporter assigned to cover the season. You just scored the championship goal. Aaaand scene,” you drop your pen and paper to clap for extra effect and then grab both again, poised and ready for his answer.

Truthfully, he can hardly keep up with your antics but that’s never stopped him from trying. He’s had enough practice managing eccentric personalities from the cast of characters Blue Lock managed to put together so this is nothing but a cakewalk. The fact he’s in love with you only makes your idiosyncrasies endearing.

“Right.” He clears his throat, buying time. “I try to keep a cool head and focus on the field whenever I’m playing. A championship game doesn’t change that.”

You scratch something down on the notepad before continuing.

“And how do you feel now that you’ve won?”

“It’s a big achievement to win the championship for the school, and even more so to be the one to finish the game. I just hope to do even better next year.”

This time you jot away a bit longer, leaving his attention to wander back to your outfit. He reaches out a hand to appreciate the getup, running his hand up your knee to just under the hem of your skirt.

“Mr. Isagi you seem pretty distracted. Are you sure this is still a good time?”

“Call me Yoichi”. He doesn’t move his hand away when he answers.

Again you put down your props, seemingly for good as they rest next to your phone.

“I suppose this is probably too boring of a celebration for a star player like yourself. I should probably let you go back to the team for a proper congratulations. I’m sure you have quite the fan club waiting for you.”

“I doubt it. I’ve never been that popular.”

With that, you scoot closer, letting your legs fall open so that he can get the slightest glimpse between your legs if your skirt were to ride up even the slightest centimeter.

“That sounds doubtful. Who wouldn’t want a chance with Isagi Yoichi? Ace of the soccer team. Handsome and nice to boot.”

Despite complimenting his personality, your attention is focused on his physique, eyes roaming across his body appreciatively. He doesn’t fail to notice that you linger a second longer where the sheets have started to tent.

“Do you think it’d be ok if I properly congratulated you,” you ask, resting a hand on the sheet, ready to pull it away at a moment’s notice. You both have a healthy sex life, both well accustomed to initiating, but it’s rare for you to be so forward. He might pass out if you wait any longer to touch him.

“Congratulations? What did you have in mind?” Is all he can get out, forcing you to get straight to the point.

“Let me suck your cock. As a congratulations on a job well done.” Your hand cups his length through both the layers of the sheet, his joggers, and underwear, but he swears he could still cum with the slightest amount of friction he’s so wound up.

“Yeah. Yes. Please.” He’s near breathless, he wants you so badly.

Not a second is wasted before you have him bare from the waist down. He completes the look by pulling his shirt over his head, throwing the offending article wherever it chooses to land. All the while, you shimmy yourself down between his legs. Sure he’s the one fully naked but the eroticism of the sight before him already has him on the brink of cumming.

His name emblazoned between your shoulder blades is something he still has yet to learn to be normal about, but more than that, he finds that he was right about your skirt not covering an inch of your backside. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for it to perfectly frame the curve of your ass since you’ve apparently decided to forego underwear.

“Fuck me,” he gets out in only a puff of air.

“In due time, Mr. Yoichi,” is all you offer before kissing the mushroom tip, smearing the precum that’s collected on your lips, and then swallowing all that will comfortably fit in your mouth. It takes all the strength he can muster to not instinctively buck into you but he can’t hide the deep groan that comes out involuntarily as he meets the entrance of your throat.

“Fuck. You’re so good at this. Always so good,” he offers as he bundles your hair into his fist, slowly guiding you up and down his length. The praise leads you to moan around him, getting him even closer to the brink of cumming.

To get a better view he props himself up on one shaky arm, massaging all that he can reach, as you use your other hand to fondle his balls. Mere minutes pass before he starts to feel the familiar pit of pleasure begin to grow in his belly and it takes all his willpower to pull you off of him before he cums from the added stimulation. It’s next to a miracle that he manages to hold off even after he’s pulled you off once he sees the thick strings of saliva that still connect the two of you.

“I wasn’t done yet,” you have the audacity to pout.

“I didn’t want to cum yet,” he answers. Even to his own ears, he sounds debauched.

While still catching his breath he pulls you close, encouraging you to straddle him. You do and let out quiet moans as you rut your bare pussy against his length. Despite being so close to cumming before, he’s happy to let you do as you please. When your legs eventually tire, he switches to using both hands on your waist to manhandle you the way he knows you like.

“Tell me how you feel, sweetheart.” He can’t get enough of your sounds, no matter how small. To see how much of a mess you’re making he flips the front of your skirt, his tip coming in and out of view as he rocks you back and forth.

“So good, Yoichi. Your hands feel so good.”

He knows it’s not enough to get you off, that you need more. Eventually, he stops, pulling you down so that your chests meet. If you really want to role play, he figures he should get into the role he’s been assigned.

“Is there more to my award,” he asks, hands roaming under the jersey and under your skirt. There’s nowhere his hands don’t explore while he waits for your answer.

“W-what more do you want?”

He moves his right hand so that it’s between your bodies, spreading your pussy lips so that he can fully appreciate the wetness that’s accumulated. He uses his full palm to rub your clit while he answers.

“You said you’d fuck me in due time, yeah? Or were you all talk?”

“Um…about that.” Your eyes are fluttering, struggling to stay open and focus on his words. He feels like he’s on top of the world seeing how he can ruin you. “I have to t-tell you something.”

“I’m listening baby.” His voice is muffled as he leaves kisses across your neck and cheeks. Anywhere he can reach while you still use him to get off.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your eyes meet.

The proverbial record scratches and again he’s confused.

“What do you mean, you’ve never done this before?” Sure you both have busy schedules but there’s no way this is new to either of you. As a matter of fact, it couldn’t be more than a week since he had you in this exact position-

“I was a virgin when I got to college,” you whisper directly in his ear.

Again you have the upper hand as it feels like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice. The feeling only lasts a second though before it feels like every nerve lights up once he connects that this is still a part of the scene you’ve conjured. Oh.

The idea of you as a virgin has never crossed his mind once until this very moment. Given the age you were when you met, he had no reason to give it consideration. It’s not like he was even a virgin when you met. He makes a mental note to do some soul-searching later to find out why he’s rock hard and nearly brought back to the brink of cumming at the mere idea.

“Do…do you want to keep going?”

You laugh. A full out belly laugh.

“Yoichi, you're so cute. Only you would still be so considerate even in a fantasy.”

If all the blood in his body wasn’t occupied he’d probably blush at your teasing.

“I fucking love you,” you emphasize with a kiss. “Yes, I want to continue.”

Not another word is needed before he’s fully plunged back into the world you’ve created. No, he's never thought about you as a virgin but now that the seed has been planted he’s going to absolutely ruin you.

Within a breath, he’s switched your positions, now with you on your back and him pulling your legs onto his lap as he sits above you.

“Tell me if anything is too much, ok?” He preambles before he sucks both his ring and middle fingers, slowly pushing in one finger, then the other when he deems you ready.

Now that you’re fully on display for him he can’t help but stare. Again, the skirt hides absolutely nothing but he does push the jersey so that your tits are on display for him as well. Seeing you dressed but so exposed has his head swimming.

“You’re so pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen on campus.” If he’s going to play along, then he might as well go all out.

He bends at the waist to take in one tit, using his tongue to lick at and bite your nipple, before turning his attention to the other all the while he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers into you.

“Yoichi, please. I need you,” you whine.

He takes pity on you and moves from your chest and back up to your lips, kissing you deeply. God, he’s so in love with you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you were good and ready. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“I promise I’m ready.”

“Ok, ok. I hear you. But can you do me a favor and clean my fingers for me?”

As soon as his request hits his ears your mouth falls open in a way that can only be described as obedient. He lets you suck at both his fingers until he removes them himself, the way your tongue slips between them turning him on all the more.

“So good for me. I really am a lucky guy, huh?” He watches you preen under his praise as he reaches next to your head for an extra pillow, lifting your hips to situate it underneath you.

“Ok, if you need me to stop just tell me, ok? For any reason.” You nod your head yes.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Yoichi. I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He locks his hand in yours before he finally presses into you, both of you moaning as he works his hips into you. It’s a fantasy, sure, but he’s as mindful as he can be to be slow and let you get accustomed to him, even if it’s far from your first times, or even 48 hours since he last fucked you.

He’s captivated by the way your mouth falls open as he fucks into you. It’s familiar but entrances him every time. When you give the go ahead he increases his pace, working at that spot he knows gets you there the fastest.

“More, need more,” and he knows exactly what you need, licking his thumb before rubbing against your clit in tight circles. It’s only through time and experience that he knows exactly how to work your body, confirmed by the way you babble his name as if it’s the only word you know.

“You’re taking me so well. Feel so good, so tight. Can feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum for you. So fucking close.” You’re wrecked.

“I know, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Kiss me.”

Your wish is his command, him meeting your waiting mouth. It’s barely a kiss as you can hardly meet his mouth between your moans but he swallows them all dutifully. It’s when your back arches and you fall near silent beside one final cry of his name does he know that you’re cumming. He pulls away to watch you fall apart.

“That’s my girl. So beautiful. Let it out for me.” The vice around his cock makes it difficult to fuck you through your orgasm but he powers through. Only once you relax does he rut into you a few more times before he loses himself, filling you as deeply as he can manage.

It’s silent once he collapses next to you, both catching your breath. When he catches his breath before you he departs with a peck to your lips before he leaves for the bathroom, returning with a damp rag.

“If that’s what I missed out on then I wouldn’t have minded going to school,” he breaks the reverie, cleaning between your legs before his cum has a chance to cool and become uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad everything worked out the way it did. Now I can have you all to myself,” you smile at him. He thinks his heart might burst.

“Yeah…that’s true too. Maybe everything worked out the way it did so that we could meet each other?”

“God, you're so sappy. Gross.” You both know you don’t mean it.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” He once again bends at the waist to meet your lips. Gross or not he’s glad things aligned to this very moment.

You meet him halfway, sitting up on one arm to brush away his damp bangs. When you pull away you meet his gaze.

“I really, really do fucking love you, Yoichi”.

Yeah, he’s sure he’d meet you in every universe.

[karlachismylife]

Juju's Masterlist

god i love how they look at each other when i place pictures like this

Figured this might be needed! As I am planning to spam-reblog so much cool stuff...

Hi, I'm Juju (or Juju Starr more formally XD), 22 yo and in this blog I primarly write things on the rarepair I came up with, Karlach (Baldur's Gate 3) x Soap (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, reboot trilogy by default).

However, I also write things in both these fandoms with other characters, different ships (including other ships with Karlach and Soap), poly ships, x reader and x OC. There are NSFW ones and I will be checking every blog interacting with them, so minors and ageless blogs DNI, please.

Requests are open! Send in anything <3

*also I have no idea if I'm using the word blurb right, feel free to correct!

The masterlist itself is under the cut!

First mention of Karlach x Soap (a little overview of the ship dynamic)

I Might Have A Type (a post mentioning how the ship was born, trust me, there's concrete evidence of them being compatible)

All things Karlach x Soap (thoughts, fics, little ideas and concepts - simply sorted by hashtag)

Karlach x Soap fics

Morning Routine (blurb, fluff, 238 words) - Karlach, Soap and shaving

Birds of a Feather (blurb, fluff, 271 words) - Karlach and her dynamic with task force 141

They're Horny (blurb, smutty (NSFW), 228 words) - Karlach is horny and Soap is horny, but there's a difference (there's not)

Explosive Love (blurb, fluff, 105 words) - what it's like when you have a demolitions expert and a walking bomb on your team

Not Fair (blurb, angst, 457 words) - Soap is there when Karlach breaks down after the death of a certain bastard

Restless Fingers (blurb, fluff, 130 words) - one word: fidgeting

Scar Twinsies (blurb, fluff, 245 words) - surviving Hell and blowing shit up leaves similar marks

Practice Makes Perfect (drabble, fluff, 932 words) - something from Soap's weaponry catches Karlach's eye and he does not miss an opportunity for a date

Tactic Tactile Affections (headcanons, fluff, 764 words) - it's not just about kissing and fucking!

Baby Fever (blurb, fluff, 260 words) - can you imagine their babies tho (C)

Is It Visual Stimming or Is He A Romantic? (drabble, fluff, 945 words) - something about smouldering coal is just so mesmerizing... what are you looking at, Johnny?

Hey Skullboy (blurb, fluff w/angst, 467 words) - Karlach shares with Ghost not only his sergeant, but also trauma

Solar Eclipse mini-series (2 parts)

Total Eclipse of the Heart (drabble, fluff w/angst, 1286 words) - dog tags can be so many things, learns Karlach when she spots an unfamilar piece of jewelry among other alien things Soap brought from his world (part 1) Worshipping the Sun (drabble, fluffy smut (NSFW), 4201 words) - solar eclipse is beautiful, thinks Johnny when he looks at his circular dogtags blocking out the glowing light of Karlach's engine. He wouldn't mind seeing a thousand of those as soon as he gets a chance to make the little steel plates bounce on her chest (part 2)

Introductions (blurb, fluff, modern!AU, 105 words) - what Soap would call Karlach in modern!AU

Two of Us Wearing Raincoats (headcanons, fluff, partially suggestive, partially modern!AU, 2855 words) - requested domestic fluff, a lot of it!

Love Texting (blurb, fluff, modern!AU, 96 words) - what their texting looks like (Karlach is illiterate, Soap is Soap)

(Be)longing (blurb, suggestive fluff, 190 words) - Johnny and collars, am I right?

Bath Time (blurb, fluff, 246 words) - sharing a bath to save time

Karlach x Ghoap (Ghost x Soap) fics

Package Deal (blurb, fluff, 135 words) - tame one golden retriever, get one free

None Are Free Until (blurb/idea, angst w/fluff, modern!AU, 558 words) - anarchist!Karlach and everything complicated because of that

Call of Duty fics

Task Force 141 Ensemble

Their reaction to you playing datesim games (individual drabbles, fluff, partially suggestive (NSFW), no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 5073 words) - how do they find out and what do they think?

You're a character in their favourite game (individual blurbs, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 786 words) - how do they approach you in-game?

The Queen of the Clan || Series masterlist (hyena shapeshifter!AU, no use of Y/N fem!chubby!reader-insert) - when you decide to shake up your life a bit and partake in a trip with a documentary crew, you have no idea that meeting an unnaturally friendly hyena and have it mark your backpack would be only the beginning of weird things to come. Whatever will you do when a leaderless clan of four male hyenas chooses you as their matriarch?

Soap

Rushed (blurb, fluff, 78 words) - what some consider rushed, Johnny considers almost too late

Mohawk Appreciation Time (blurb, fluff, mentioned Karlach x Soap but Soap-centred, 249 words) - I do not condone calling his mohawk stupid unless it's fully affectionate!

Emotional Support Dog (drabble, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1132 words) - when you're struggling with work-related stress, Johnny's there for support

I'm In Love 100 Times (drabble, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 485 words) - when you look at Soap, you almost choke on your love for him, but he's there to rescue

Ghost

Now They Ain't Got a Prayer (drabble, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!military!reader-insert, 1479 words) - after a mission goes not like planned, there's a heavy feeling in the air, but there's something even heavier in your chest

Ghoap (Ghost x Soap)

Help! (blurb, fluff, 213 words) - thoughts on Simon Riley and The Beatles

Baldur's Gate fics

Dammon

Forged Under the Stars (drabble, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1157 words) - at the Tiefling Party Dammon comes over to sit with you under the stars

will be re-working this thing

[h4arts]

What kind of dates do you think the characters of wednesday would take their partner?

dates with the wednesday characters

-wednesday: she would probably either take you to the library after hours or stay in her room. she would prefer a quiet spot so it's just the two of you. there probably wouldn't be a lot behind it, maybe just talking about your days or reading to each other. either way it was really just spending time with each other.

-enid: she'd want to go to town and shop. you'd probably go on a weekend earlier in the morning and go to all your favorite places and buy each other little inexpensive things that remind you of the other. if you bought clothes, there would definitely be a makeshift fashion show in your room.

-xavier: he would probably take you to his art shed and blast whatever kind of music you wanted. if you don't know how, he's teaching you to paint or draw. or if you did already know how, he'd make it a competition to see who could draw a certain thing better.

-tyler: movie dates for sure. he'd always be up to date on which movies are at the theater or if any new ones have been uploaded to any streaming services. he'd make a list of ones he thinks you would both like and let you pick. if you were watching at home, he'd have his bed set up with a mountain of pillows and blankets. if you were going to the theater, he would pick you up and buy you snacks or drinks if you wanted before hand.

-yoko: she would take you for a late night walk either through the forest or along the lake. conversation between you would vary but there would be lots of laughs and jokes. along the walk, you'd find a nice spot to stop and sit down and stargaze together.

-bianca: i feel like dates would be more like just hanging out. there wouldn't always be a plan so to say, just showing up at each other's rooms and talking for hours or doing each other's makeup. afterwards you'd both probably just fall asleep at whoever's room you were at.

-ajax: he would love making blanket forts and would even have a huge collection of blankets to make them with. he takes it very seriously too, like he makes a whole design plan to make sure it's the best fort either of you have ever seen. once it's made, he'd put a bunch of board/card games in there for you to play. he'd try to cheat, still loose, and then get mad about it.

-divina: i think she'd like to take you swimming around sunset because it makes the water look prettier. she'd do little tricks in the water for you if you didn't want to get in or if you did she's always hold onto you and stay relatively close to land. after, you'd take the long way back to your rooms to dry off and have a snack.

-kent: dates would be spontaneous, no previous planning. i imagine he'd just ask you in the middle of class or something like, "hey, do you wanna go to weathervane later?" and it would range from various activities. i also feel like rather than a date, he'd get you to ask a bunch of your friends to play a massive game of hide and seek or tag throughout the building and he'd always secretly team up with you.

[mizu-kie]

Itoshi Sae x fem reader.

Tags : Angst, one sided love, Rape(Not by him), Ending.

Warning read at your own risk! Its not in detail but still.

unedited part 1 check out for part2 for sae's pov

"Prepare for dinner by seven at the same place. "Your boyfriend then proceeded to march out of your shared room, and you smile at him as he waves good bye."

"Take care." You instantly check your wardrobe for anything to wear. You found a box, and you instantly smiled when you remembered it was a dress he gave you on your first date.

You're finally using it.

You stared to imagine his reaction after all, you haven't seen him smile since you met him, and he's also always away. It's hard to be in a long distance relationship, but you're glad it worked out.

You check the time; there are still four hours left. You need to prepare yourself; you know Sae hates it when someone's late. You tried calling Sae's number multiple times, but he's not answering. You catch a glimpse inside the restaurant; it's the same restaurant you both like and the one he asks you for a date at.

Earlier at home, you tried calling him; you thought he would pick you up, but it was getting late, so you decided to come here by yourself.

After hours passed and you were getting furious, some staff came out and asked you multiple times if you had any reservations or how they could help you, and you answered them. "I'm fine." Or ". "Just waiting for someone." A group of men suddenly approaches you.

"We've been eyeing you for 30 minutes now, so how long are you going to stand there?" One of them asks They keep approaching at you, which makes you scared and run. You thought you lost them, but they suddenly appear in one alley. This time you tried to dial Sae's number while running, and you screamed when one of the men grabbed your hair.

You woke up in the hospital full of bruises, tears fell from your eyes, and you jumped out of the bed but collapsed after feeling the pain between your thighs.

A nurse opens the door with a basket of fruits and rushes to you. "Ma'am, please stay in bed." She guided you to your bed and gave you a cup of water. She placed the basket on the table besides you.

"A tall man gave me this; he seems in a rush so he leaves instantly." She said while fixing the blanket to cover you.

She also told you that those men were arrested with a possession of drugs they'll serve prison for a long time that gave up relief.

Days later, you're finally home. Your boyfriend never showed up or texted you after that, and the feeling of solitude surprisingly comforts you now that you think of it.

Sae never shows emotions towards you; there was a time that you felt like he lost interest in loving you. "Or probably he never loved you." You said it to yourself. You thought he was tired after practicing and sometimes didn't bother to reply to you, but at least you knew he was fine and doing great if he only read your reply.

At the hospital You know it's him; the feeling of betrayal and disappointment you never felt for him before has come to your senses. For the last time, you dialed Sae's number, hoping that he would answer it, but he failed.

To:Sae

When i met you two years ago when we visited and stayed in Madrid for six months,i went to a soccer match with my cousin who truly loves soccer (he really forced me to watch) but i didn't regret it because i met you there,your so good that i instantly have a crush on you, my cousin is a friend of one of your teammates and often invites your team that's how we officially met i know you don't have an interest with me that why i never really bother you that much but when we are leaving you ran towards me and ask me to be your girlfriend which made my heart jump in joy,after that we went into long distance which is hard but i understand before me your obsessed playing soccer, i cant just show to your life and stops or bother you with your dream, please don't give up being the best player cause im giving up this relationship, im sorry to bother you these years,im saying that i enjoy being with you and i love you i still do —im just giving up, those having crush on you turns into crushing me into pieces ,i know i deserves someone better . This will be the last time we'll be talking to each other. I love you; take care. My final good-bye.

To be continued... Sae's pov

[ereardon]

My Girl [Chapter 3][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, smut

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When you showed up to work, there was a bouquet of white roses and calla lilies on your desk. You immediately recognized Jake's handwriting on the small card tied to the glass vase. 

Happy one month anniversary, Natalie. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. 

Love, 

Jake 

“Shut up,” Rebecca whined, rounding the corner to your desk and spotting the flowers. You flushed. “God, I hate you sometimes. Maybe not hate. Just jealous of your life.” 

You laughed and dropped the card into your purse. “You're lucky with Harris. He’s good to you and he loves you.” 

“He’s never once sent me flowers at work,” she countered. “That’s some old school shit.” 

“Jake is different,” you said softly. “He’s not like any other guy I’ve dated.” 

“He’s a man,” Rebecca added. “I think the expectations are different. On both sides.”

“What do you mean?”

You had told her about how Jake had to cancel Ellie’s birthday, and that you two had decided to take it slow, both with meeting Ellie and with sex. What you hadn’t told her was that he hadn’t slept with anyone since his late wife. That felt like a personal detail you weren’t at liberty to share. 

“I mean he’s probably expecting more of you than any other twenty-something guy would.” Rebecca crossed her deep bronze legs and you watched as a first-year associate drooled over her from afar before scampering away when you caught his lusty gaze and frowned. She was the only black woman on the legal team, and only one in a handful of people of color in the entire office, something the both of you were trying to remedy now that you had say in the new hires brought in at the graduate level. Rebecca had a way of making men twice her age give up without a fight, something that was highly irregular in law, and you admired her deeply for it. She also terrified the interns and first years, which never ceased to make you laugh. 

“Like what?” you asked. 

“Like commitment,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “The man is in his thirties. He’s a widower with a kid. He sounds like the commitment type. He doesn’t want to run around and chase ass all day. A man who sends these,” she skimmed a rose petal with one long nail, “is in it for the long haul.” 

Your stomach did somersaults. The longest relationship you had been in was with Sam, for two years. And you had never once imagined marrying him. You tipped your head back against the chair. “I like him a lot. He’s smart and gorgeous and kind. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to make such a big decision like that.” You looked up at Rebecca. “I’m twenty-six for Christ’s sake. I should be doing Coyote Ugly at a bar, not spending Saturday nights putting together book reports.” 

Rebecca laughed. “She’s four, not fourteen.”

“See? I don’t know anything about kids!” 

“I have eight nieces and nephews,” she said. “Trust me, all you have to do is listen to their games and stories and act interested in them and you’re golden.” 

“I don’t want to lose him,” you said after a moment, staring at the vase of flowers. “I think he’s right for me. I’m just scared that I’m not right for him.” 

Rebecca stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “He sounds smart. I don’t think he would do all of this,” she swept her hand toward the flowers, “if he outright thought you weren’t a fit. Trust your gut.” 

***

The one time you had thought about having kids, you were staring at an unopened pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. 

When you looked up into the mirror, your face was ashen. Your hands shook as you ripped the white foil package, pulled out the plastic stick and sat down to pee. 

It was the first semester of 3L. You had just finished interning with Smith & Hobart, and had a finance job lined up for after graduation. Sam was still searching for a job. The two of you had taken a trip at the end of the summer to Maine and stayed in a tiny cabin outside of Kennebunkport, eating lobster rolls and going kayaking at dusk and drinking endless bottles of Sancerre and one morning you had woken up with the terrible realization that the night before he had been too drunk to get the condom on and you had said fuck it and now you were eleven days late. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. 

You were meant to get a white collar law job and buy a starter house in Alexandria or outside Sacramento. Sign a lease on a new Lexus sedan, bring home a boy to Thanksgiving, watch your mother fawn over him while your father ushers him into the study for a cigar and to grill him on his likely nonexistent knowledge of tax law. You were meant to sit excitedly in the OB/GYN office, diamond band sparkling on your left hand as your fingers traced the subtle swell of your stomach. 

You weren’t meant to get pregnant at twenty-four with a guy you were certain wasn’t the one. He was the one for now, and that had been enough. 

Until it wasn’t. 

You wanted to be a mother in the way that lots of young girls yearn to have someone to care after. Someone to dress up in baby clothes. Someone to love you unconditionally. 

But you weren’t ready. The idea of failing someone so small, so dependent, terrified you. 

After two minutes you flipped it over and slid to the floor, back pressed tightly against the wooden cabinet beneath the sink, tears flooding your eyes. You could barely choke back the sob that rose out of your throat. 

It was negative. 

It was what you wanted. So why was there an ache somewhere deep inside your chest that you couldn’t quite place? 

***

“What are you doing next weekend?” Jake asked, twirling strands of spaghetti onto his fork. 

You took a sip of wine. The restaurant was quiet. Not many people ate dinner past eight o’clock in the area. “No plans,” you replied, stabbing a blob of mozzarella with your fork. “Why?”

“Let’s go away together,” Jake said and you looked up with surprise. 

“What about Ellie?” 

“She’s spending the weekend with her grandparents,” he replied, smiling. “They’re taking her to Disney.” 

“Oh that’s sweet,” you said softly. 

“So what do you think?” Jake reached across the table and pulled your hands into his. “Anywhere you want. I have a few places in mind, but I want to hear what you think.”

You grinned. “Of course, I’d love to.” 

He smiled and you saw the relief flood his handsome face. “I’ll plan it all. You just show up and look as beautiful as you always do.” 

You loved this about him. How he took charge and made plans. It was such a deviation from all the other guys you had ever known. Your heart swelled at that moment. He was the kind of guy who would never let you down. 

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

“Do you want it to be a surprise, or are you anti-surprise?” he asked. 

“I like surprises,” you replied. “Just tell me what dress code to pack for.” 

“I like that about you,” Jake said, putting his card down seamlessly when the waiter came around with the bill. He thanked him and then turned his grin to you. “You’re so easy going. I bet you get along with everyone.” 

You laughed and Jake held out his hand after signing the check to help you out of your seat. His fingers pressed tightly into your lower back as Jake guided you out of the restaurant. You stopped at the silver Range Rover, leaning back against the door and reaching out, pulling Jake in closer. It was a warm night, perhaps the last good weather before fall crept in, and you breathed in Jake’s cologne as he leaned over you, one hand on either side of your head, gripping the roof of the truck. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty little head,” he whispered softly. 

You dragged one hand down his chest from his shoulders, across his abdomen, down to his belt buckle and watched a small tent form in Jake’s pants. He looked up at you, breathless. When you leaned forward, you grazed your lips against his. “I’m thinking about how much I’d love some dessert,” you murmured seductively in his ear. 

Jake laughed and pulled you into a firm kiss before reaching for the door handle and opening the door for you. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you some ice cream.” 

***

Taking it slow with Jake wasn’t easy. Not when he’d slide into a parking spot in front of the townhouse in his Range Rover, sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose, opening the passenger side door, taking your hand to help you up. 

It wasn’t easy to sit across from him at dinner, or out on the front porch, and watch him talk enthusiastically with his hands and not wonder what they would feel like trailing up your thighs, wrapped around your hips as you ground your cunt against his open mouth. 

No, waiting to sleep with Jake was proving to be more difficult than you had thought. You felt like a horny college freshman, just eagerly awaiting that one person who would agree to go home with you one night when they were slightly too drunk. 

So when Jake’s hand slid onto your upper thigh while you were watching a movie on the couch in your townhouse, you looked over at him with surprise. One of his friends was babysitting Ellie. Jake had insisted on making you dinner at home — fried chicken and salad — and you had quickly agreed. When you had asked how late he could stay and he smiled, you suggested turning on the movie. 

It hadn’t occurred to you what that smile had meant until the moment Jake’s fingers started to burn through the fabric of your leggings. 

“Jake?” you murmured softly and he pulled his eyes away from the screen where Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey were playing cards in Staten Island. 

“What is it, Sugar?” he asked. 

Your thumb grazed his hand. “I know we’re taking it slow, and I completely understand why. But I want to know what you need from me.” 

Jake’s fingertips dug a little harder into your leg. You watched him swallow nervously. “I want you. Desperately. It’s just, it’s been a long time,” he said after a moment. "Trust me, I think about you naked all the time."

Slowly, you reached up and stroked one hand down his cheek, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Jake’s hand left your thigh and gripped your neck softly as he kissed you back, gentle but dominant. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured softly and you smiled against his lips before pulling back, sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of him between his legs. You watched Jake’s eyes widen as you trailed your hands down his shirt, undoing the buttons and kissing from his collarbone down his chest until you reached the trail of hair around his belly button. 

“Is this OK?” you whispered, looking up at him. He nodded wordlessly, both of his hands cemented to his thighs. Your fingers found the clasp of his belt and you looked up at him again. “Can I?” Another nod. You undid the belt buckle, pulling it off and tossing it next to the couch on the ground, fingers tugging down the zipper. Underneath, you could feel how hard he was in his chinos and you pulled the zipper all the way down, eyes locked on Jake’s the entire time. “I can stop,” you said quietly. “Just tell me.” 

Jake shook his head. “No, please, don’t stop.” 

With his approval, you slid your fingers around the waist of his pants and boxers, pulling them down. Jake lifted his hips to help, and the two of you chuckled as he struggled to pull each leg off without hitting you where you knelt between his legs. Finally, he tossed the discarded pants to the floor, and settled back on the couch as you gasped at his hard cock. It was so stiff it bobbed when he shifted his legs. 

Jake’s eyes were trained on yours, his hands at his sides. Leaning forward, you smoothed your hands up his thighs from his knees to his hips. 

“You OK baby?” you whispered softly. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Jake said quietly. “If you don’t want to. I know a lot of women don’t like to.”

You smirked and reached out, grabbing the base of his hard cock with your hand. Jake gasped, growing harder in your hand. “Trust me, I fucking want to.” 

He leaned back as you shifted forward, swiping your tongue across his tip, licking the precum from the thick, red head of his cock. Jake groaned and fluttered his eyes closed, and you placed your other hand on his thigh, leaning down and licking from his balls to his tip as he twitched in your hand. He was salty and enormous, and you were sure your panties were soaked just from touching him and hearing the soft noises he made as you licked him. 

Finally, you looked up, locking eyes with Jake, and then took him into your mouth, pushing until he was all the way in the back of your throat. 

“Shit!” Jake moaned and you felt his thick cock stirring in your mouth. “Oh my fucking God.”

With both hands on the base of his cock, you began to bob up and down, keeping your tongue flat against the underside of his cock before flicking it in a circle around the tip and then taking him again into the back of your mouth and throat as Jake groaned and moved his hands to your head, gathering your hair together. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whined. “God that feels so good.”

After a minute, you felt him tugging and pushing on your head, setting the rhythm. Saliva began to drip out of the corners of your mouth, the quick pace and spit mixing together to create an obscenely loud cacophony, along with Jake’s unabashed moans. He was so large your jaw was beginning to tire. One of your hands trailed up his chest while the other remained wrapped around the base of his cock, and you heard his breath get raspier, more desperate. 

“Shit, baby, I’m close,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can pull out if you want me to.” 

You tried to say no, but it came out strangulated on his cock with all of the saliva. Instead, you pressed your fingers into his chest, catching his eye and Jake’s hand that wasn’t in your hair came out to grip yours on his chest. He squeezed your fingers and you watched his eyes roll back into his head as you took him deeper in your mouth. 

“Fuck, oh my God, holy shit!” he cried out and you felt the hot stream of cum shoot into the back of your mouth and your throat. Breathing through your nose, Jake’s hand still gripping yours tightly against his muscular abdomen, you pulled your mouth along his dick slowly, milking him until you got to the tip, licking him clean before swallowing. 

Jake released your hand and you sat back on trembling knees, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Was that OK?” you asked after a moment. He was silent, sitting back against the couch with a dazed expression, cock still hard but no longer throbbing. “Jake?” 

“Come here,” he said gruffly and you pushed yourself off of the floor, straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulders. Jake tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his green eyes piercing yours. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispered and you smiled. “But I hope you didn’t do it because you thought I expected it of you or anything. Because I didn’t.”

You shook your head and chuckled. “Honey, I wanted to.” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks now.”

Beneath you, Jake twitched and you instinctively ground down against him. He groaned, hands on your hips, holding you flush with him. “Fuck, you have no idea how much you turn me on,”  he said softly. Jake pressed his lips to your neck and you fell forward, kissing his shoulder, hands threaded through his hair. “I want all of you. Soon, I promise. But tonight, I just want to hold you until I have to go.” 

You drew back and nodded, sliding off of his lap and he pulled his pants and boxers back on, opening his arms and you slid into his embrace easily. Jake kissed your temple as you tossed one arm across his broad chest. 

“What are you thinking?” Jake whispered softly, running one hand through your hair as you laid against his chest. 

“How sweet you are,” you murmured. “How I’ve never met a guy like you before.” 

Jake was silent for a moment. He had a tendency to go quiet, pensive. Sometimes it made you worried he was mad at you. But you were beginning to realize it was just how he was. He needed time and space to think. He wasn’t the kind of guy who simply filled empty air just to fill it. “I care about you a lot, Natalie. I hope you know that. This, us, isn’t something I take lightly.” 

His fingers dug into your side. 

“Nat?” he whispered after a moment. “Honey?” There was a sense of urgency, anxiety in Jake’s voice. You knew what he thought. That you were going to bolt. He saw you as someone young and flighty. 

“I’m falling for you too, Jake,” you murmured against his chest and felt his sight of relief as your words filled the small living room. 

You were falling in love with Jake Seresin. And that terrified you. 

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[thatturtleleon]

OMG I am soooooo sorry!! I meant for tfp Airachnid x arcee x fem human reader! My bad 😅😅😅😅 That was totally on me lol

It's still cool if you can't! And if you can't some genreal fluff hc's with tfp arcee and her human s/o will be fine! Thank you and have a good day/night!!!!!

Note: Lol ur good!! I've never explored this ship before so hopefully these are ok! You have a wonderful day/night as well <3

TFP Airachnid x Arcee x Fem! Reader hcs:

*cracks knuckles* alright lets get started

first of all, these two bots are definitely more on the reserved "I work alone" side

Airachnid spent most of her life going solo, collecting alien species after she left the Decepticons, and Arcee doesn't do well with people, and is constantly dealing with the trauma of losing her past partners

(In this situation we'll pretend Airachnid wasn't involved in any of Arcee's trauma)

however, when you arrive in the picture, they found themselves drawn to you

they began to enjoy your company more and tagged along side you in missions

Airachnid was offered to join team Prime, but she refused, claiming she wanted to remain solo but was still open to helping out only if the team really needed it

that being said, you and Arcee noticed she "just happened" to be free to assist you guys on a mission, especially when it was going to be just you three

very soon the three of you were together almost all of the time, they felt comfortable around you and each other

you felt comfortable around them as well, every time they let you ride around while they were in one of their vehicle modes, you felt perfectly safe

eventually you all confessed to each other on a mission after being badly injured

that incident made them realize how fragile humans were compared to Cybertronians, and how quickly someone special could be taken away from them

it's safe to say they were more than happy to know that you had feelings for them as well

I imagine the others hearing about the news and making a little sign that said "congrats girlfriends!!" or something cute like that <3

dates include laying down together after a long day and looking up at the stars, each of you taking turns pointing out different constellations and telling stories

Airachnid likes to show you and Arcee around her ship, eagerly explaining all of the different species she's collected over the years

if you have a hobby you really enjoy, they'd nod and listen carefully as you talk about it

although, you could be talking about something as boring as a potato and they'd still be 100% willing to listen

they love your voice and they love hearing all the wonderful human traditions humans do with their partners too (you explained anniversaries to them and they never ever forget to get you something special that day)

on missions, these two show off for you. they try to act like its nothing but secretly (not so secretly) very much enjoy when you tell them how awesome and badass they were

both Arcee and Airachnid "fight" over who gets to drive/fly you around that day

"I believe it is my turn Arcee"

"Really? Cause it looks to me like y/n's eyes are definitely screaming 'motorcycle' right now"

"Her eyes are not screaming such things"

its cute, you let them bicker and love to tease them

cuddling was a bit of a challenge at first because you were so much smaller than them, and they didn't want to squish you or hurt you in any way

eventually you settled on laying on each of them, taking turns leaning on each of their shoulders

if you're really tired, they'll make sure to grab a pillow so you have something a bit more comfortable to rest your head on <3

they're also incredibly protective, of each other and of you

both of them know you can take care of yourself but they want you to know that they've got your back, as well as you got theirs

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 5

13. Theodore Antonov x Cito Putnum ( @pixelpancake246 / @pixelsdoodles ) vs CEO x Arowana ( @owo-whats-bliss )

who makes up your ship?:

Theodore Antonov and Cito Putnum (OCs from my original story Coastal City Dudes)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Theo and Cito have been best friends for YEARS. Met when they were around 10/11, and have been by eachother's side since. Theo was raised in a cult, and the rest of his life wasn't much better. They certainly have. A Dynamic. So, they're best friends, as previously mentioned. Completely inseparable, both being in love with the other, leading to very unfortunate circumstances. Cito is very self-sacrificial in his love for Theo, often disregarding his own happiness and well-being to make sure Theo's happy. Theo on the other hand, is so deprived of love and affection that he clings onto and takes advantage of Cito's undying devotion to him. Both are aware of this on some level, but refuse to see it. Denying that there's anything wrong in the first place. There's a lot of little things with them. Cito is a recovering addict, having struggled with abusing alcohol and various other substances since high school. Despite this, Theo regularly does drugs around him and when he was still taking his medications, he wouldn't secure them, leading to Cito overdosing one afternoon. When drunk or high on drugs, Cito has a hard time controlling himself, which tends to manifest in reckless behavior and a hard time keeping his anger in check. Anger issues are something he's dealt with for forever but have repressed well for Theo's sake, rarely letting himself feel or show anything besides positive emotions around anyone. When he's not sober, Cito can get violent, usually towards Theo because of his deeply bottled up frustrations and pain with him. In high school, they were on complete ends of the social hierarchy. Cito was the star of their schools football team, he was insanely popular and liked by all, whereas Theo was a quiet, depressed, loser with no real friends besides Cito. He was constantly bullied, Severely. Often, Cito would stand in the way of this, standing up for Thei since they're best friends and people listen to him. But, he's worried and scared that if he lets up too much, he'll be next, so sometimes, occasionally enough, he lets them beat Theo up, sometimes right in front of him. In their 20's, Theo was dating and eventually engaged to a woman named Rita Barreau, which you can imagine broke Cito's heart because he's been madly in love with Theo for forever. A few months before their planned wedding date, Theo and Rita got into a brutal car accident where Rita died on impact and Theo barely survived, clinging on to what little of a life he had. Ironic really, that this guy who has been incredibly suicidal his whole life gets to live when his girlfriend who tended to act out of self-interest and preservation, dies. The accident didn't just end Rita's life, but changed Cito and Theo's irreparably. Theo became paranoid, secluded and lost in grief, while Cito did what he does best and bottled up his own grief. This is most explicitly shown through thow visibly and undeniably Theo's grief and depression (both extrapolated by the incident but also from before) has affected him, being decorated head to toe in gruesome scars of both an accidental and self-mutilating nature. The accident gave both of them PTSD, but it took almost two decades for Cito to be diagnosed because he had denied it over and over thinking he shouldn't have been that effected by it and that Theo had it much worse. I could go on and on, but I feel like this is already WAY long enough. I hope this gave a good idea on why I think they're perfect for this tournament!

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

I don't actually tag anything with their ship on Tumblr I believe, just both their names in whatever I post of them in the tags, but I do have a yt playlist! https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjVZH50W2oJUVy-P6jXJobjPidG3MM0uW (PS unsure how to send multiple files through Google docs?? but I assure there's way more theocito art than the one piece I submitted)

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Art by @eggldritchfish

who makes up your ship?:

CEO (human) and Arowana (the weird fish thing)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

They do extremely unethical experiments on people together under the guise of saving them, but Arowana is just using them to eat the people while telling CEO that that was a last resort. CEO is hopelessly devoted to them, both romantically and religiously, and uses everything he has financially and emotionally to support whatever they do (even to him). Arowana is initially only using him, but falls in love and becomes unhealthily obsessed, threatening to harm those who look at him. CEO is a human, Arowana is a god, keeping him alive no matter what happens to him. (Also, Arowana does have a human form, they're just not in it 80% of the time.)

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

None of those, but I think about them to the songs "Hakidasu" by Mao Sasagawa and "god, please () me, a monster"

[linawritesocs]

social media au with my ocs! [prologue - part 4]

YAY THE FIRST CHAPTER THAT HAS A WRITTEN PART!! though i did that part mostly because i went "wait.. they probably wouldn't have a good internet connection IN THE MINES"

also the dates get even worse in this one. i'm sorry i got tired of editing them.

tagging: @solxima @taruruchi

"we're all in this together! and it's totally not a hsm reference!"

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seth: ace-chan~

seth: just what do you think you're doing?

ace: what, can't i tell others about how stupid you are?

ace: like, you could literally die there, you're magicless, if even a single little thing goes wrong, that's it, mr. seth what's-his-last-name is dead!

ace: you should be grateful that we were there to save you!

deuce: ace, stop, that's enough.

deuce: i don't want to agree with someone like him, but.. he's right, seth. i think you really should have been more careful.

deuce: imagine what would happen if we came too late..

ace: yeah, we wouldn't just get expelled, people would also blame us for letting you get killed.

ace: and you don't want that to happen, right?~

ace: so can't you just shut up and let those who actually can use magic do the work??

ace: .. hey, seth?

ace: why are you-

grim: what, you thought he's gonna listen to you?

grim: this guy is too busy texting others.

ace: WHA- IS THAT WHY YOU TOOK MY PHONE??

seth: it's your fault for not letting me join the group chat anyway.

ace: GIVE ME MY PHONE!

*ace takes his phone back*

seth: hehe, sorry, sorry.

seth: okay, so uh, what are we gonna do now?

*the dialogue goes just like in the canon version and ace and deuce start fighting. it goes like that until the iconic "then we face expulsion together" scene*

seth: *clears his throat*

seth: now, now, boys, you both are so adorable, i wish i could squish you, but let's stop fighting, okay?~

seth: i have to say, it was fun watching you argue all the time at first, but now..

seth: it's getting kinda boring.

ace: you had fun watching us argue?? dude, you sounded like some kind of.. i don't know, vance would say that you sound like a villain from one of those games of his.

deuce: it does sound kind of scary..

seth: why don't you two put your trust in me, someone who's older than both of you, and let me decide what we should do next?

ace: no.

deuce: i don't think it's a good idea.

grim: no way!

seth: *sighs*

seth: wow, you all sure respect me a lot.

seth: and i didn't even ask your opinion, grim-chan!

grim: i don't care, i will tell you my opinion anyway.

seth: then i will tell you what we should do whether you like it or not!

seth: so..

seth: sorry, boys, but we're all going to fight that thing together!

everyone: WHAT??

ace: you want me to work with you all??

ace: look who we've got here! a guy who's guilty for this whole chandelier incident, a cat and a magicless loser!

ace: what a team, am i right, everyone?

seth: oh, you finally remembered that grim-chan is a cat! vance-chan would be so proud of you!

ace: .. how many texts have you read?

seth: a lot.

deuce: seth, listen, i don't think you're as bad as everyone says, but..

deuce: i don't want to work with someone like ace.

seth: understandable! i wouldn't work with someone like ace-chan too if i had a choice!

ace: didn't you just say that i'm adorable and "you wish you could squish me"??

seth: you're adorable, ace-chan, but i still wouldn't work with someone like you. sorry, you just can be a dummy sometimes.

grim: you're not the best person to say that, you know.

seth: and you, grim-chan!

seth: don't just use your fire without thinking, okay? we have to plan this out! we have to work together as a team!

seth: because even though it's only been a day, i already see you as my friends!

ace: well, i don't?? see you all as my friends??

seth: sucks to be you, ace-chan! you're still my bestie and i won't let you get expelled because i love you so much!

seth: now, as i said, we have to come up with a plan. i'm counting on you all, so don't let me down~

grim: but we haven't even agreed to work together yet!

seth: ...

seth: fine.

seth: you can go back, get expelled together and continue living your boring and miserable lives as guys who got kicked out on their first day.

seth: but you don't want that, right?

seth: grim-chan! you want to prove everyone that you're the greatest magician in twisted wonderland, right?

seth: then prove it to me! show me that you can defeat that monster!

grim: but..

grim: no, you're right, of course i'm the greatest magician here! i won't even need these two idiots' help!

seth: deuce-chan! you want to become an honor student, right? you want to make your mom proud, right?

deuce: y-yes, i do!

seth: then you absolutely can't let crowley-chan kick you out! a true honor student wouldn't just run away in a situation like this!

ace: did you just call our headmaster "crowley-chan"??

deuce: you're right, but.. how can we defeat that thing? is that even possible?

seth: if you stay with us, i'm sure we'll be able to figure this out!

seth: i believe in you, deuce-chan, so please, believe in yourself too!

deuce: seth..

deuce: thank you so much! you're right, if it means that i won't get expelled, i'll agree to work even with this guy! i shouldn't let my relationship with him distract me from my goal!

ace: can you and that cat stop insulting me all the time??

seth: and you, ace-chan!

ace: oh, is it my turn already?

ace: fine, do you inspirational protagonist speech or whatever. you're definitely gonna compliment me though, right?

seth: i can't come up with anything good to say about you, but we need you too!

ace: ...

ace: are you serious right now?

seth: okay, we have to come up with some kind of strategy- wait, i forgot!

seth: i have to promise you a reward! you know, in case if you all lose your motivation again.

deuce: i thought not getting expelled is already a good motivation to keep going though-

seth: if you successfully defeat that monster, i'm gonna give you all headpats!

seth: i could pat you all on the head right now, honestly, you are just so cute..

seth: but your misbehavior makes you less cute, so i'm not gonna do that.

seth: so, do you feel motivated yet?

everyone: ...

ace: *whispering* remind me to lose that fight on purpose. not because i'm weak or anything, i can't let that guy touch me.

grim: *whispering* no, you're right, expulsion is lame, but his "reward" is even lamer.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Top 10 Biases Tag Game

Tag game and tagged by @bitchlessdino don't ask me if I cried when I saw your notification 😭💖 thank you 🥺💖 Rules: write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

[The first four change switch with each other a lot-- anyway--]

1.Kihyun (MX)

2.Shinwon (PTG)

3.Yugyeom (Got7)

4.Junhui (SVT)

5.Yeo One (PTG)

6.Gaon (XH)

7.Dino (SVT)

8.Hui (PTG)

9.Jisung (SKZ)

10.Rocky (ASTRO)

1)between 1&4 who would you rather kiss? You're making me choose between my ults-- bro 😭-- alright-- it's Kihyun. He wins fair and square [also stream Youth!] 2)Between 2&7 who would be your best friend? I dream of being Shinwon's best friend-- we listen to the same genres [esp the 1975], play guitar [imagine the jamming sessions 😭], and he's literally just a sweetheart, man deserves to be cherished. 3)Between 5&10 who has the better voice? Oh god-- I love both of their voices so much-- it's not even funny. But I'll go Rocky-- man not only raps so wickedly-- but sings heavenly? Yeah, that owns my whole heart. (I'm so sorry Changgu!!) 4)Between 1&8 who is the funniest? Why are all these questions so hard-- I bias men who make me laugh-- pls-- have some mercy. Although since Kihyun has made me sob uncontrollably from his title track these past two days-- (it's so fucking good) I will be going with my military man Hui-- 5)Between 6&9 who would you date? Why did you do this to me-- I love them both sm-- Is dating both an option? (it would be an 00', 01' & 02' together 😂) --Okay just changed my answer because of the next question tbh-- It's Gaon-- why? same reason as Shinwon-- I wish to play guitar with him, and man imagine the cuddles-- man is so affectionate 🥺 6)Between 9&10 who would you do a collaboration with? Jisung-- easy-- why? [altho i love rocky sm the man is so fucking talented that I'm terrified--] Jisung would just be sm fun to work with and like-- dream. 7)Between 4&8 who is the better dancer? Hui, I'm so sorry baby, you keep losing 😭 he's an amazing producer/singer but-- Junhui is literally apart of the performance team for a reason-- he's so skilled and the way he moves I get absolute shivers! 8)Between 3&5 who would you most likely marry? You're really making me choose between Yugyeom-- an ult- and Yeo One my suburban dad love-- yeah-- I'm so sorry to Changgu again 😭😭 but considering-- Yugyeom's been in my ult tree for 3+ years-- he wins [yeo one was just added to the bias list this year--] 9)Between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick? I really want to say Dino-- [ngl I totally would be doing that on the side, because man deserves to be taken care of--] but Kihyun-- he's been my ult for 7 years-- yeah, I'll be taking care of him-- 10)Between 2&3 who has the better smile? Yugyeom-- every time I've seen that man smile-- I turn into a disco ball-- bro is shining when he smiles-- 11)Between 6&8 who would you vacation with? Hui-- hands down-- man will pack everything and then some-- [Gaon would pack one pair of underwear and call it good enough--] Hui is the leader of the group-- I trust him to get us there and back alive-- and he needs a vacation-- the little workholic. Plus-- man loves to hold hands 😭😭💖

Honestly, I'm just going to pick the first few off of the top of my head, ngl-- but I truly adore these people! @gooddboygonebadd @proudahgase-got7 @jisungshotfirst

And anyone else who feels like doing this game can totally tag me!

[mmorggift]

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a imagine for rhea, the concept is reader and rhea are together and have been for a while but no one knows and a group or person of your choosing attacks reader and rhea just goes into protective mode and beats everyone who attacked you up and says “don’t mess with my girl” or (something like that) and the fans eat it up.. maybe end in smut if your comfortable..

Thank you!!😊

Don't Mess With My Girl

Rhea Ripley x Reader 18+

Consists of - thigh riding/praise kink/Mommy!Rhea/squirting/it’s literally more smut than plot/filth to be honest 😩

Reader is also a wrestler tag teamed with Rhea - Sasha and Naomi are the ones to attack Reader

The groan that escaped your mouth was one that could be described as concerning. Your back collided with the corner of the ring, the metal parts holding the ropes dug into your shoulder as Sasha pinned you to the side.

Five seconds ago you had a microphone on your hand, trying to use it to distract the two enough to win this match. But everyone knew Sasha and Naomi. They wanted to win desperately, win the title for the sole purpose of bragging.

You were winning so far, but she clearly wasn’t happy with how happy you were with your potential victory. Running up to you and smashing your head into the hard part of the ring, she pinned your shoulders before Naomi pushed you down to your knees.

Now feeling threatened, you looked up as Sasha attempted to kick your side. Quickly reacting, you laid down and rolled to the side, escaping both their tries at grabbing you.

You already felt dizzy from the way your head hit the corner of the ring, so standing on your own two feet was a challenge itself. You only managed to catch Sasha’s blue hair charging at you, but it was already too late as the Sasha picked you up and dropped you riptide style.

You barely managed to hear it, especially since you weren’t expecting it, but Rhea’s theme tune played as she ran towards the ring in a threatening stance.

It wasn’t announced yet, but you’d established a tag team with your girlfriend which no one was aware of. Well, people weren’t aware of two things.

You and Rhea were in a tag team

You and Rhea were dating

So you could only imagine the rage the Australian was in when she saw you being tossed around unfairly backstage by two other wrestlers.

Sasha and Naomi was instantly alarmed, watching as Rhea jogged into the ring with an angry expression. Your whole back was in pain, being thrown, pinned and scratched wasn’t something you could just walk off, especially when it all happened in such a short time span.

The two wrestlers who’d attacked you looked at each other before climbing out of the ring the second Rhea had managed to get in. The microphone you dropped when you were pinned was picked up by her and she immediately started talking into it.

“Not only did you steal MY move,” she looked down at the two of them as you sat up, holding onto the back of your head. “But you also managed to injure (Y/N). For what? You couldn’t handle being a loser, could you?”

The crowd started cheering. The way she defended you was enough to spark a chained reaction within the people watching. You watched as it unfolded, with the crowd cheering Rhea on and Rhea’s altercation with Sasha and Naomi, it was definitely a sight to see.

“We’re here to win!” Sasha responded, a little hesitation in her voice as she looked up at the much taller woman.

Rhea sighed and stepped forwards, threatening to go under the ropes and onto the floor closer to them. She barely had to move before they started running backstage, scared and knowing what Rhea was capable of.

“Don’t mess with My Girl.” Was the last thing she said as she watched them run before she dropped the mic and rushed towards you.

The crowd roared at this point, the name she called you was no doubt the reason for all the commotion. You tried your best to hide your smirk, knowing people would be asking questions in he media soon.

“You okay?” She whispered as she helped you up, wrapping an arm around your waist when you finally stood on your own two feet. You only nodded, trying not to grimace at the pain in your lower back. You’ve not been ‘riptide’d before, since it was mostly Rhea’s move and you weren’t ever put against Rhea, but not knowing what it felt like was better than knowing.

You walked backstage with your girlfriends assistance towards where your stuff was kept. You weren’t due for a match until next week, and all you wanted to do was go home and cuddle with Rhea.

Medical checked you over and decided you were free to go, so Rhea took your bag and her own belongings before you started walking to the car.

The drive home was mostly quiet, the radio filling in the comfortable silence around you. When you got home however, it was a who different story.

Rhea was over protective, we’ve already established that, but seeing her so caring of you made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You back wasn’t in that much pain anymore, the migraine digging into your temples was only pain you could feel currently.

You laid on top of Rhea on the couch, watching whatever movie the TV played, her hand gently stroking up and down your back under your baggy shirt. Regardless of how interesting the screen was, you constantly kept thinking back to the word she’d said before.

Don’t mess with my girl.

The two words had so much effect on you that you couldn’t focus on anything properly. The fluttering slowly migrated downwards, your lip almost bleeding with how hard you were biting at it. You tried to ignore it, but you closed your legs involuntarily without warning.

Rhea obviously took note of this, a smirk now refusing to leave her lips. The hand that was running under your shirt now traveled a little further than usual, just to tease you that little bit more by exploring more of your skin.

You tried not to move too much, but the ache between your legs became a little too strong to ignore anymore.

“Rhea.” You squeezed her side, your mouth pecking the side of her neck gently. She only hummed in recognition, wanting to see how far you’d go. “Please.”

You found her sweet spot, making her pause as you sucked gently on her skin. Her hand instantly froze, squeezing your side as your lips travelled across her neck. Subtly, she move her legs so that one of her thighs was right above where you wanted her most, but you were too distracted with marking her neck to notice.

“Please.” You whispered again, and the desperation in your voice was enough for Rhea to act upon her thoughts.

Her hands gripped your hips as her thigh went up, pushing your clit right onto her leg. Although you had shorts on, they were flimsy and provided barely any protection as she pushed your hips forwards grinding them against her thigh.

You whined against her neck, not expecting her to do it out of the blue. She wouldn’t let your hips go until you were a moaning mess, teeth biting gently into her shoulder as the coil in your stomach threatened to break.

When you gave the tiniest signal that you were about to cum, she moved her leg away from you and listened as you whimpered pleads in protest. Your legs tried to close to gain back the smallest bit of friction but Rhea moved before you could do that, switching places with you.

Your back hit the couch pillows while she leaned over you, her neck red with marks you managed to make before she flipped you over. She loved it when you marked her, plus it gave you the satisfaction of calling her yours.

“What’s got you so worked up?” She whispered, leaning down to kissed your neck gently. You bucked your hips, opening your eyes to admire the work on her neck before feeling her suck on that one spot on your neck. Now it was her turn, but her hands moved around across your skin, slowly pushing up your shirt just over your breasts.

She kissed down your neck and moved right into the valley of your breasts, one of her hands reaching up to play with your hardened nipple. You moaned again, encouraging her to continue.

Her lips attached to your other nipple, both her tongue and fingers circle into the hardened bud until you were basically shaking, begging for her to let you cum.

Once again, she pulled away to hear you whimper. At this point tears had already gathered on your eyes, rolling down your temples as she edged you for the second time.

“I asked you a question.”

She pressed into your swollen clit over your shorts, gently circling it as she watched your face contort in pleasure. It wouldn’t take long for you to cum, the edging you endured assuring you of that.

“Be a good girl and answer me.”

You opened your eyes to look at her, mouth open as she still made minimal circles on your clit.

“When-” she pressed harder, liking the way her fingers could make you pause as words got stuck on your throat. Your pussy clenched, basically begging for something more to happen.

Your hand landed on the side of her neck, squeezing slightly as to grip onto anything as another wave of pleasure rushed through your body.

“-my girl.”

She chuckled with satisfaction, her fingers moving the material of your shorts to the side before entering you without a warning.

Back arching, you moaned and threw your head back. Her hand relentlessly thrusted in and out of you until you could make no other noise but moans. Even her name was impossible to pronounce as whines escaped your throat, hands reaching down to grip her wrist in an attempt to slow her down.

She just pushed your hand away, staring down at you and you fell apart with her help.

She was going to break you. My God she was going to break you if she didn’t slow down. Her fingers curling just right as sore moans rang through the room. You couldn’t possibly arch your back more, legs beginning to shake as your eyes rolled back.

“Such a good girl.” She whispered, still thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. Well, for your legs there’d be no tomorrow, since you doubted you’d be able to walk alone. “You’re doing to well. You gonna cum for me?”

You only shook your head, unable to speak or respond as she didn’t subside at all.

“I wanna hear you talk.”

“Plea- Please Mommy.” You tried, your legs closing around her hand as she denied you release by slowing down. “Please. I’ll be good just please. I need to cum so bad-”

You never called her that before despite the jokes you’d made about saying it, but the pleasure had clouded your mind and you weren’t exactly controlling your own mouth. She hesitated momentarily to see if you’d noticed, but when it was clear you didn’t she continued doing what she was doing before with a grin covering her lips.

Before you could finish your sentence she delivered one last rough thrusts before you came, head thrown back into the couches pillows as you moaned out loudly.

What you weren’t expecting was for you to squirt, your juices coating her hand as well as the cushions underneath you. The pleasure got too much, you just couldn’t keep it in. You didn’t even know it would happen.

With a massive grin, she helped you through your orgasm, only stopping her thrusts until you were completely off your high.

A small layer of sweat covered your body, as a red tint overtook your cheeks. You opened your eyes lazily in embarrassment, watching as Rhea sat between your legs with the most satisfying smirk on her face.

“I just made you squirt.” She smiled, watching as you quickly covered your face with your arms. She was fast to uncover then, pinning them either side of your head as she leaned over you.

“I’m sorry-” you started, feeling as your juices ran down the inside of your thigh. She just shook her head, pressing her lips against yours as she smiled into the kiss.

“That was hot.” She whispered against your lips, watching as another shade of red covered your cheeks. “I managed two things today.”

You furrowed your brows, confused at what the second thing was. It wasn’t until you thought back that you realised your words.

“Oh my god.” You looked away in even more embarrassment, unknowing of how Rhea would react after the fact. You turned your head to the side trying to avoid her gaze while she still had you pinned underneath her. Her hand reached and gripped your jaw, turning your head upright so you were looking at her again.

“That was hot too.”

THE END

[the-travelling-witch]

Public persona vs behind closed doors

summary: the side they show the world vs the side they only show you

pairings: timeskip!suna x gn!reader; atsumu x gn!reader; oikawa x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: ngl, this turned out longer than I anticipated it to be (~2.5k words)

haikyuu masterlist

SUNA

Suna is known to wear a deadpan expression and be curt with interview questions

Only drops it to make a sassy remark or scoff at the twins (they still bicker as much as in high school)

His face is mostly hidden by his phone anyway

So naturally, news outlets came to the conclusion that with his seemingly aloof and somewhat cold personality he would not make for a caring boyfriend

Oh, how wrong they are

Easily one of the most attentive boyfriends out there, his skills in reading people don´t just work on the court but he can tell what mood you´re in with zero effort

Doesn´t hide the fact that he is dating someone but also doesn´t flaunt your relationship

Has no qualms about pda but respects your boundaries and keeps it low-key

Expect some kisses to your forehead here and an arm around your shoulder or waist there (unless you´re uncomfortable with that)

Once you´re in a private location though be prepared to be pulled in his lap for a well-deserved round of cuddles and a potential nap

He knows that you know he loves you but he can´t help but wonder if the articles are right about him being too stand-offish, so he tries to make it up to you by giving you extra attention when you´re at home, far from the prying eyes of everyone else

You dragged your boyfriend along the aisle of the supermarket, your intertwined hands swinging slightly between you. Even after his exhausting practice, Suna had insisted he come grocery shopping with you when he saw you leave the house.

“You know, Rin, you didn´t have to tag along if you´re tired. I could´ve managed running errands on my own”, you said, lightly poking his ribs. You would poke his cheek but the man is just too tall, damn volleyball players and their height.

“ ´m not tired”, he answered while stifling a yawn looking at the vegetable aisle. He pocketed his phone but not without you catching a glimpse of the polaroid taken at the last New Year´s party which he kept in his phone case. It was a candid shot of you laughing at the camera while Suna gazed at you with the fondest look in his eyes.

“Mhm, yeah, sure.” In a soft tone you added “You know I don´t mind if you rest for once, right? I´d appreciate it actually.”

“But my team mates were idiots today. And I missed you.” The last sentence was barely a whisper and you wouldn´t have caught it if you didn´t stand right next too him. You cooed at his cute confession and promised him that you´d be done soon enough.

In the beginning, a lot of people, heck even his own team mates and friends, wouldn´t believe that you two were dating. With how disinterested he mostly acted it was hard for them to imagine that he cared for you as much as you cared for him. But if they were to ask you, you would adamantly claim that out of the both of you, Suna was the more attentive one.

Sure, he might not outright say it but it was obvious how important you were to him when you looked at his actions and not just at his words. Yes, he called you a spoiled brat at least three times a day but he also always sneaked some treats into the cart that were your favourite. Yes, he scolded you for being an idiot and then gave you his jacket when you forgot yours. And yes, more often than not work took up a lot of his time but whenever he came home, he brought your favourite take out and then bundled you up on the couch, whispering sweet nothings and breathy “I love you”s in your ear, while a movie of your choice played on the TV.

Once you were at home and had packed away all the food, you joined your boyfriend on the couch where he promptly pulled you on top of him and tightened his grip on you. As if you had any intention of leaving in the first place. You know that once Suna had his arms around you, you´d be stuck there for a while, which made it really hard to get out of bed in the morning.

You put on a show the two of you had started recently but it was more of a background noise, all your attention on the man beneath you, who was on the best way to dreamland. The only indication that he was not quite there yet were the little kisses he placed on top of your head every once in a while.

Earlier that day you had seen another magazine suggesting that Suna Rintarou would make for a terrible partner, which you had mentally scoffed at. But right now, it was downright laughable. With your hands running throw his smooth locks, his soft snores and heartbeat right here only for you to hear, you were sure this was paradise. Especially with how close he held you even while asleep.

ATSUMU

Often painted as a flirt by tabloids and fans

This goes all the way back to high school, where he and his brother always managed to garner a lot of attention

So, people started matching his pretty face with the persona of a player

And Atsumu doesn´t help the situation either by always trying to come off as smooth or suave, giving the cameras his most handsome grin

But this isn´t what you get to see

You´ve known ever since he let you further into his life that it´s just that, a persona, a façade, that drops as soon as he comes home to you

A true baby that wants nothing more than your attention on him when he gets home

Will follow you around like a puppy when you´re busy but never in an overbearing way, he hates when you´re annoyed with him (you could never actually stay mad at him)

Whenever you scroll past a headline of paparazzi seemingly spotting him with someone else, he feels a pang of guilt

Your relationship is no secret, he posts regularly about you on social media and has often been seen with you at a restaurant, shopping etc

If he was a comic figure there´d be hearts floating around his head whenever he looks at you

So, he is heart-broken that you have to read such false speculation, although you never believe them anyway

You heard the door open and close before a heavy weight slumped over your shoulder. This weight, also going by the name of Miya Atsumu, draped itself further onto you, which did nothing to help you with cooking, pressing innocent kisses all over your nape and shoulder “A missed ya today, angel. Left so early this morning.”

The setter of the Black Jackals had been busier than ever the last couple of weeks to prepare for an upcoming tournament, spending most of his days in the gym or on the court. Given his ambitious nature, he was working himself harder than anyone else, driven by his desire for perfecting his sets and services. And being the understanding s/o that you were, you support him every step of the way, which didn´t mean you´ve never argued about both his physical and mental health before.

However, you knew how important his work was to him and you also knew how stubborn he could be about ´having to improve´ so for now, you had resigned yourself to making sure he at least took care of himself.

The second you were done with your meals, you were picked up and carried to the couch, your boyfriend flopping on top of you. He´s been unusually quiet this evening, which is another indicator of how exhausted he must be. Normally, he´d be excitedly telling you about his day or would ask questions about yours, but currently, he was simply tracing random shapes onto your waist and basking in your warmth.

This moment was short-lived though because when he turned his head to get more comfortable, his gaze fell onto the glossy cover of a magazine on the coffee table. On the front cover was none other than your boyfriend, who apparently was seen with some model at a charity event you couldn´t attend.

“Babe, what´s this doing here?”, he asked, suddenly more awake and already grabbing for the gossip paper. “Ya didn´t buy this, right?”

“Huh? Oh, that came with the mail today. I just didn´t throw it away yet”, you answer, brushing your fingers through the blond hair falling into his eyes. “Why would I want to read some false article about you, when I can have you all to myself?”

“Ya know it´s not true, right? It never is. A would never hurt ya like that, ya hear me, angel?” Taking the magazine and throwing it back onto the table, you gently cupped his face, tracing your thumb along his cheekbones slowly.

“I know, ´tsumu. For the record, I never believed a single word those nosy people wrote about you. But you have to admit some stories are pretty out there. I´d actually be impressed if you could pull that off,” you teased. Burrowing his head in your chest again, Atsumu let out something in between a whine and a groan before coming face-to-face with you once again.

“Yer killing me here, ya know that, angel? Gotta make it up to me,” he smirked, shortly after attacking you with at least a million kisses all over your face.

OIKAWA

Actually flaunts your relationship

Legit will not shut up about you

He´s just that in love with you and everyone in earshot has to suffer because of it

So whenever a tabloid comes out with some sort of suggestion that he was seeing or meeting someone else literally nobody believes it

Doesn´t drop his flirty demeanour though, it´s still Oikawa we´re talking about, but he never means any of it unless it´s directed at you

Let´s just say that he knows how to work a crowd, especially if it´s made up of his fans, you can´t deny that, and considering a large portion of his income comes from ads and sponsorships it´s also kind of part of his job

As I said, at the end of the day you´re still the only one he´s madly enamoured with

And how could you feel anything but special when he showers you in love and genuine compliments every time he sees you?

Knows what it´s like to fight with insecurities so he never wants you to have to worry about the security of your relationship

It was somewhere around midnight when you got a call from your boyfriend´s best friend, Iwaizumi. Oikawa was currently out with his 3 besties from high school, the infamous Seijoh four together once again. Now that the volleyball season was over, the pro setter finally had more time to himself and could actually meet up with his friends and you were truly happy for him.

“Please come and get your boyfriend. He´s been talking about you non-stop for like half an hour already. Please y/n, I beg you.” There was a sudden commotion in the background and then you heard the man of the hour cheerily yelling at greeting you.

“Y/N IS THAT YOU??”

“Yes, it´s me Tooru. Seems like you´re having fun”, you chuckled. Normally, he wouldn´t get that drunk but not when those three had anything to say about it. This is what they get, you smirked.

“But it´d be more fun with you here.” You could basically hear his pout through the line. And then there was more life in his voice again “Mattsun, Makki, did I tell you about the time y/n and I were at that sports gala-“

“Yes, you did. About-“ Matsukawa looked down at his watch “About ten minutes ago.”

“Now, give me back my phone, Shittykawa.” Definitely Iwa.

“But I´m talking to y/n” your boyfriend whined “Wait, Iwa-chan, why do you have y/n´s number?”

Somewhere behind him, you could hear Iwaizumi groan and Makki trying to stifle a laugh. You thought you could even hear something that sounded suspiciously like a palm hitting a forehead. “We went to the same high school, I´ve known them for years.”

Their bickering grew a bit fainter and you could hear Makki sigh into the phone “You see what we´ve been dealing with? Please, do us all a favour and come pick him up.”

You decided to have mercy on the boys and drove over to the bar they were at. The second you came in eyeshot of their table, someone almost tackled you to the ground. You assumed something like this might happen. So, you steadied Oikawa and bid the other three good-night after ensuring that they´d all have a way of getting home safely.

Getting Oikawa to the car was easy, getting him IN the car not so much. He´d cling to you like a koala and start whining the second you stepped away from him. After a couple of minutes of wrestling your boyfriend into the passenger seat, you finally manage to strap him in and shut the door. If that´s what it was like to have kids, then you understood why a lot of people just adopted cats instead.

During the drive home, Oikawa quieted down notably, seemingly content when you intertwined your hands over the console. As he brushed his thumb along your knuckles, he muttered something to himself and you had to ask him to repeat what he just said.

“I´m sorry, mi amor.” Even after his time in Argentina, the nickname still stuck and it never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach have a dance party. “I know I was so busy the last weeks and I know you think volleyball is the most important thing in my life but it´s not. You are. I realised that when I saw how you prepared lunch for me every day and when you were never mad at me when I wasn´t home for long. And now you´re taking care of me again. I´m sorry you have to put up with all of that.”

You pulled over the car and turned his head towards you. It was not fair how even in the light of the streetlamp on the side of the road, at half-past midnight, Oikawa Tooru was still the most beautiful person you ever laid eyes on, inside and out. Lovingly, you wiped away a stray tear that made its way down his cheek and gave him a reassuring smile.

“There´s nothing to be sorry for, Tooru. I love you, so naturally, I want to take care of you. I knew what I was getting into when you asked me out. Volleyball will always play a huge part in your life and I´ll be right there cheering you on, okay?”

“Okay.” And with that, he leaned over and softly pressed his lips on yours.