#but tbh I can’t be mad at you you’ve been through enough

[izvmimi]

cw: smut. minors dni. fem!reader is a brat and izuku’s kind of a bully tbh. brat taming energy. there’s a fair bit of dialogue. horny then turns soft.

izuku won’t tell you this up-front, but he secretly loves it when you’re mad at him.

not if he’s truly done something to wrong you in some way - he would never dream of wanting to hurt your feelings after all - but when you’re throwing a sometimes silent, sometimes not-so-silent tantrum that falls just short of making any damn sense, it gives him a little bit of glee, hidden in the sparkle of his green eyes.

“say that again, sweetheart?” 

you’d started all of a sudden, as usual, sighs that were a little too heavy as you sulked around the house, short responses, a furrow in your brow. he’s been tolerating your mood all evening, because as usual, he is far more patient than you are, and now you’ve run out of passive and are leaning heavily into aggressive.

your snippy reply comes without hesitation.

“i can’t stand you,” you hiss. your voice is sweet venom when you rack up a fuss over something silly, and your tantrums, especially when they’re thinly veiled bids for attention, are terribly amusing to him. 

the scrunch and twist of your features to portray contempt right now as he watches you declare your discontent... they awaken something in him; there’s a fair bit of excitement at the prospect of mollifying you into appropriate behavior.

he’s going to enjoy breaking you down.

“oh, is that so?” he asks, his tone inquisitive and slightly condescending.

“yes.” you keep your voice even and clear.

you’re folding laundry now, refusing to let him help, but keeping your eyes focused on the television in front of you, and he’s given you a healthy amount of distance poring through a set of worn notebooks at the dinner table. he sits directly in your line of sight and he can feel the intensity of your pout.

he sighs but the sound is light. leaning back into his chair, he throws a look at you over his shoulder and his goading grin is wide and obnoxious.

“you know if you want me to fuck you, you can just ask. use your words, honey.”

a pillow goes sailing through the room in the direction of his face blazingly fast.

“fuck you.”

he’s caught it, eyes playful and predatory. 

“i’d love to.”

your voice is warning as he moves quickly, just faster than you can perceive. one minute he is seated several feet away from you and he pisses you off more than anything you can imagine at the moment, and the next minute he’s knelt in front of you, eyes level with yours. your heart pounds.

“get away from me,” you warn, your face warming up as you draw your legs in.

“make me,” he says, sweetly. 

you mean to push only semi-roughly against his chest, but your arm goes through the space between his chest and his arm and he clamps down with his bicep just enough to trap you, and when you gasp in surprise, he grips you by the chin with his other hand.

the action is too smooth and too earnest. dark eyelashes bat at you playfully and he pouts as though he is the most innocent lamb in existence. he really is too pretty and it only makes you angrier.

“you really don’t like me?” he says in a sad voice, a playful frown. 

“i hate you.”

izuku smiles even wider, ready to play.

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your whining is incessant now but at least this time the whining is of the more sexual kind, the high-pitched cries and wails of someone who is receiving just a bit more stimulation than she can handle, legs spread firmly apart as you sit in his lap and back pressed against his broad chest. his fingers pump quickly in and out of your center, and you melt against him with every pant as his fingers work you to unfair amounts of pleasure. it’s the exact reason why you hate him, the fact that he can so easily play you like putty, begging him for more - more love, more love, more love. 

izuku bites your ear gently as your back arches against him, the hold he has you in with his arm around your midsection unbreakable. sucking, nipping at your neck and shoulders with soft, repetitive touches of your clit with the tips of his fingers unrelenting. 

“you don’t sound like you hate me,” he teases. 

you are breathless, working yourself into a frenzy onto his thick fingers. 

“i-izuku! you-” you hiss his name, and he’s still unsatisfied with the defiance in your voice. his fingers curl and you see white, and he rubs your back as you cum with no reservation onto his digits, onto his calloused hand. 

your head spins, but he’s not done breaking you down as you come down from your high. quickly he lays you onto your back, leaning just a little bit of his weight onto you as he rests above, chin propped up by his elbows on either side of your body.

you’re a curious sight. messy, your complexion deepened by lust, the smallest tears in the corner of your eyes. cute. his.

“are you still mad?” he asks tentatively.

“stop making me cum every time you annoy me!” you argue, then close your eyes shut in embarrassment as you see him stifle a laugh. you sound silly.

“stop being a brat and i won’t try to fuck it out of you,” he replies simply. you give him a fierce look and he smiles again and before you can realize your mistake, he’s poking at your center again with his thick cockhead. 

he plays with your puffy pussy lips, the leak of pre and your wetness allowing him to glide playfully against the labia, teasing you. you shudder as you wait for entry; it doesn’t come.

in fact, he’s taking his time, humming a tune under his breath even. your blood boils.

“stop playing with me, ‘zuku!” you complain again.

“behave,” he whispers. his breath tickles your face as he draws in close, kissing your forehead.

you would open your mouth to say something sassy, but the craving is there to be filled already, his heat against your heat forming a knot in your stomach. he watches you contemplate, entertained. 

his fingers trail the side of your face.

“don’t you have something to say, love?”

you begrudgingly shake your head.

“so am i going to fuck someone who’s mad at me or someone who loves her ‘zuzu very much?” he asks. he’s still playing with your hair and your head and shifts back, so that you no longer feel his cock against your entrance but rather laying hot and hard on your lower belly. you physically ache.

fidgeting under him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“p-please.”

horny desperation looks adorable on you, he thinks, but a little more folding is necessary.

“p-please, what?”

“please...” you mull the nickname in your mouth again,” please, ‘zuzu”

he smiles.

“and what does my sweet baby girl who isn’t throwing tantrums want?”

you furrow your eyebrows.

“izuku!”

he frowns back. “that’s not very sweet,” he tsks. “bad girls don’t get cock, unfortunately.” he starts to pull back and your legs tighten around him in a panic.

“no! don’t.” you grit your teeth. “fine!” you force yourself to soften, then look up at him again with the sweetest, most pacifying look you can muster. “can you fuck me ‘zuzu? please? want your cock to fill me up, please?”

he’s obviously pleased that you’ve broken once again.

“of course, sweetheart.” there’s a soft caress of your cheek that comes with the realignment of his hip against yours, that press of his cock flush to your folds that makes your stomach flip.

you murmur his name again, softly, gently, and his heart softens too.

a precious little headache you are.

he slips inside you, groaning a little in time with your mewls as he nestles inside, making space for himself as he fills you up. even if you’re obnoxious at times, you still give way to him, even if he has to be a little forceful. you’re as soft as your insides around him, tender and gentle as your skin dampened by sweat and desire, and as sweet as the tastes of your juices on his tongue.

"do you love me?” he whispers into your skin as he cradles you in his arms. he’s no longer teasing but asking for real. and you always respond the same.

“more than anything. no matter what i say.”

he feels the same.

more than everything. no matter what.

[antiwhores]

You or Me - Bakugou x reader

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

Angst, yandere Bakugou themes, violence, not proof read (when is my work ever tbh), etc.

I missed writing for angst.

A notorious villain, a strong and feared one, had broken into the house and held you hostage. When Katsuki came home he could barely control himself enough to realize if he didn’t, you would die to the hands at your neck.

The villain tied ropes around his hands while you were being held by his friend, another infamous villain. They sat you both down with quirk destabilizers. Not that it would do really anything bad for you. You were a civilian, with a healers quirk.The hell were you gonna do with that?

And now you both were being escorted to a portal, which would leave to the lair of the villains.

You looked over at your husband, “Calm down, its okay Katsu.” The sound of your voice had him snapping out of his deathly glare for just a second.

This was probably the most upset he’s been in his entire life so you had to say something. Every fan knew that you don’t fuck with Dynamight. But every person knows you dont fuck with his family.

Katsuki has literally killed villains, despite the “kill only when needed” rule when they mentioned you.

He had murder on his mind and the bloodlust could be felt from blocks away. The mussle over his mouth stopped him from threatening the lifes of everyone they have ever loved.

“Do you need a mussel too bitch?” The red haired villain spoke. You think his name was Port. The more powerful one was Monro.

You spoke before you could stop yourself, “Do you need your ass beat?”

Port laughed at you, “Small fry ’s just like her husband.” “Stop fucking around.” The other one yelled.

Monro walked over and bent down, “I’m a very nice guy, so I wont kill you both. But ill let you choose because either way I’ll kill him in a way.”

Your eyes widened, you knew what he was going to say.

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

All of a sudden you felt cold, terrified. Bakugou’s icy glare was now on you. And oh shit was he mad- no, he was seething, infuriated with such anger that his hands lit up even through the quirk cancelers. You met his eyes and flinched. His whole body shook with anger for not just the villains but you.

The villain laughed at your choice, saying something about this being what he wanted to happen. He said something else about giving you space to chat, because he is apparently such a nice guy.

But you could barely pick out anything through Katsuki’s glare. He was trying to make you submit to him and choose yourself to live.

And before you could even register you were moving, they threw you both into a quirk canceling room and pushed a button that took of all restraints.

He was on you in half a second, slamming you into the wall by your shirt. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing.”

Tears welled up in your throat but you swallowed them down. You had to be strong.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, “I can’t loose you Katsuki.” He grabbed your face and snatched it so hard you gasped. “I’m your husband, the hero! I’m supposed die for you! Its my fucking job!” “Exactly why I can’t let you die. You’re more important than me. People value and NEED you. Im a civilian, I’ll just be another-“ “STOP.” He yelled.

You looked up to see his hand raised at you, balled into a fist. “I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you so bad you won’t be able to agree to anything he says. Ill hurt you so bad you’ll never wanna look at me again.”

You almost believed him for a second, but then you remembered. Katsuki would never in a million years put his hands on you. You’ve given him many chances but he never indulged. “You wont.”

He grit his teeth so hard that you worried for his dentist. He banged you against the way once more before letting you fall. “FUCK!” He yelled.

He screamed curses as he punched at wall until he bled. He made a large dent but it was no use. But he wouldn’t take that as an answer. He kept punching until you yelled his name and grabbed him hand.

“Stop it, your bleeding. Theres no getting out of here with just your fists. Your gonna need a tank and I doubt you have that up your ass.”

Tears bordered his eyes in fat clumps as he fell to his knees. He layed his head on the floor, “Please y/n.”

He was groveling to you. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, aka Dynamite, aka the #2 hero was groveling to you.

“Please.” He chanted. You grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him up but he was too heavy. “Stop it Katsuki!” If he kept doing this you were gonna cry. He shook his head, “I can’t live without you.” His voice was completely broken. This was an unfair fight.

Suddenly to collars snapped back on and the mussle for Katsuki. He never stopped groveling to you even when the villains came in and laughed at him.

“What the fuck? Your think caught up over a bitch?” For just a second, Monro’s finger ran over your face. And in that second you bit him so hard that his finger came off like a carrot piece.

He kicked you to the floor as he screamed. “YOU BITCH!”

Now he was definitely going to kill you. He put his hand to your face and just before he activated his quirk, you looked at Katsuki. He was breaking out of Port’s grip and trying to get to you. You knew he wasn’t gonna make it, Magma’s quirk causes instant death.

So just before you closed your eyes for good, you whispered an “I love you, so much.” To Katsuki.

Then everything went black. You were dead just before Katsuki could reach you.

[lemmetreatya]

Your local jojo simp sliding in once more :3

Dilftaro X black!fem reader NSFW👀

6789998212 — Dilftaro X Black!fem reader

contains: mentions of sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, penetration (f! receive)

YKW??? ik i can always count on you for these requests like you always pull through and tbh you’re an OG for that. I love u man Also: props to anyone who guesses the title’s meaning 😁

You weren’t really a late night call typa person, and in all honesty, neither was Jotaro. But there was something about hearing his voice so raspy and spent over the receiver in the latter PM hours that made you contemplate your innate dislikes.

“I want you here with me. Right now.”

You could practically hear him pouting through the phone. It was amusing because you know he’d never be brave enough to show you this side of him in person.

Rolling onto your back, you laid an arm over your forehead as the other held your phone to your ears.

“But Jojo, you know I have work early in the morning. I can’t just jump out right now.”

Without a beat, the man replied.

“Then let me come over. Jolyne’s fast asleep and won’t even know I’ve popped out. I won’t be gone long enough for her to notice.”

With a faux gasp at his willingness to disregard his parental activities, you giggled into the receiver.

“Jotaro! That’s not a very responsible adult thing to say.”

“Doesn’t matter.” There was the muffled crackling sound of movement on Jotaro’s end. “Right now, I’m not thinking of being a responsible adult, I just know I want to do adult things with you.”

If only the man could see your current expression. It was rare enough to get much out of the man about how he wanted to spend his time with you let alone words like these.

Let it be anybody else and it would have been classified as mild but the fact that it was him?

“Adult things?” You teased. “Like what?”

“Don’t make me say it. I’d rather show you than talk about it.”

His tone was gruff, as usual, but there was an edge to it that you couldn’t decipher. With a hum, you decided to test that edge.

“If you don’t say it out loud then how will I know you’ll actually mean it when you come see me? I need confirmation that you’ll keep your end of the deal.”

“Woman, I—” He couldn’t even finished his words. All he could do was sigh and it amused you because you could even imagine just how done he looked.

But for a few seconds, Jotaro didn’t say much else. You knew the things that made him tick weren’t necessarily the same as your own and sometimes were unexplainable. However, it’s when you heard him warmly hum underneath his breath, that you knew he wasn’t mad.

Oh no, Jotaro was anything but.

“I really want to make love to you but seriously make love to you.” His voice was low but in a very smooth and easy way.

With an upwards hum at his daring words, you encouraged his behaviour.

“Oh? Like ‘put a baby inside of me’ make love or ‘let’s keep going until the AMs’ typa make love?”

The man made an unsure sound.

“Both? I dunno. I just wanna be deep in you — Definitely cum inside you. I haven’t done that in a while.” Hearing him work through his thoughts definitely burned a fiery passion within your heart.

“No, you haven’t.” You softly clarified as you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, your arm now coming from covering your head and just over your stomach on the blanket.

“In fact…” There was another shuffling sound on the other end of the receiver but this time it was the thick flickering of pages. “It’s been 9 months and 27 days since the last time we fucked raw.”

“You’ve been keeping count?!”

“No, I’ve been journaling it. But yes, I’m aware of how long since it’s last been.” He reinforced.

With a shocked but amused face, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre notion of Jotaro having these intricacies about you archived.

However, it was nice to know he was getting more comfortable with telling you these things. Jotaro could be quite reserved at times, and say things in a way that seemed strange to you, but over the years he’s opened up to you a lot more. His tendencies were so recognisable to you now and if anything, they only turned you on more.

“What’s so funny?” The man asked. He must have heard you snickering.

“Nothing, Jojo.” You ensured. “I’m just thinking that’s the same amount of time it’d take to have a baby so if I wasn’t on anything at the time—“

“I would love to impregnate you multiple times over.” He darkly noted.

Now it was you who was stuttering to find the right words. With your skin growing hot, you tried to ask for clarification.

“Y-you… What, you want more kids?” You muttered.

Jotaro made a thoughtful hum. It was then followed by an even more thoughtful statement.

“No, I don’t think I do. I’d definitely like to see your belly swell with child and your breast leak with milk, but I don’t know if I want the repercussions of a child.”

Surprised at his new found bravery but enticed by his imagined plans for you, you continued to tread icy waters. Bringing your hands underneath the blanket, you probed the man.

“So.” You sultry purred. “You’re saying that if I let you come over you’d knock me up?”

With a deep chuckle the man disagreed.

“No. I’m saying that if you let me round then i’d come to fuck your beautiful pussy, split it open with my cock and then pour my semen into your womb with the intention to bear you with offspring. I’d plug your cunt with my fingers so none of my seed spills but I’d do all of that again and again and again and again till you’re so utterly spent and so full of my come that you wouldn’t even know which ways up — the only thing you’d know is that you’d have to wait those nine months until you see the fruits of our labour.”

Speechless at his words, you could only inhale deep unsteady breaths.

The lewd activities Jotaro had spoken out loud for you was driving you crazy. Knowing he must have been thinking about doing this to you for so long — enough for him to keep count of the days — sparked an unbridged lust within your chest.

Speaking up first, Jotaro broke the silence. His voice didn’t have a hint of amusement in but you knew he felt smug knowing he’d already won you over.

“So? If I knock on your door in 30 minutes time, you’ll open up, yes?” He deadpanned.

With a rather exasperated sigh you had to momentarily close your eyes in order to regather yourself. You know you had work in the morning and you really should advise Jotaro to stay home but there was just no way you could deny him this.

“Don’t worry about knocking.” You breathed. “It’ll already be open.”

A satisfied hum sounded from the other side.

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Jotaro’s voice was a lot more softer before he ended the call.

Removing the phone from your ears, all you could do was stare up at the ceiling in shock, albeit a shock that continued to flame the warm feeling that was circulating around your body.

You know he said to give him half an hour but you also knew Jotaro would find a way to make it in much less.

Finally deciding you should get ready for him, you slipped yourself out of bed and made your way to put something a bit more revealing on.

With a coy smile, your lips turned up at the corners.

Maybe late night calls weren’t so bad after all.

[xsamuu]

ᵀᴼᴷᵞᴼ ᴿᴱᵛ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴸᴬᴺᴳᵁᴬᴳᴱˢ PART 1 :>

ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ- Mikey, Draken, Inui <33

💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- This idea was soo fun to do so this will be a multiple part kind of thing. Tysmmm @trixminx for writing this with me I had so much fun and can’t wait to start part 2 💕💕 (we did this on google docs and there are bloopers of us just being stupid yall lemme know if ya wanna see those too oke oke baiiii)

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- None loves 😫💕

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) ➤ Words of Affirmation

Mikey loves everything about you

You’re his home, his protector, the love and light of his life

He just can’t say it

He tries so hard as well </3

Probably has a plethora of nicknames and petnames for you which are the most unheard of like ‘my silk pillowcase’ or ‘ my lil lampshade’ 🥺

‘I think you look like a sexy motorcycle VROOM VROOM’

He tries to be cute and says ‘UwU no one else could come up with half the names I come up with sweets’ but gets mad when he hears Takamichi stole a name for Hina >:( Originality: lost.

Really appreciates a s/o who can communicate their feeling properly

Yall have a little self day talk every month on a Friday or Saturday with lots of snacks and good times after

He likes making his own little language with you even though it makes no sense to anyone but him.

Just tell him he’s pretty and special and how much you need him <3

Overall he cares so so much that there isn’t a normal way for him to say it, ‘A simple love you would be boring, right pretty’ -w-

Ryuguji Ken (Draken) ➤ Acts of Service

At his smol smol age this guy was taking care of mikey, all he knows is service -free up draken man 😔-

He likes to give, he’s a giver ok!!

Although he likes feeling appreciated and being with someone who tries just as much as he does

That’s his bread and butter 😌

It’s hard for him to express his feelings through words so why not use actions to show you his love ❤️

In truth it’s the small things that help nurture his infatuation with you tbh.

You offer to help out at the shop, run a bath for him when he’s tired or sick those lil domestic things UvU

‘Babe did you put my phone on charge before you left x?’

‘Yeah you fell asleep watching Netflix again xx’

Sometimes when both of you are way too tired your both still trying to help the other ‘ lemme make you something to eat real qui-‘ ‘no it’s fine I’m running you a bat-‘ ‘that’s kind and all but I’ve laid out the massage kit and al-‘ you too will keep going on till you both agree to jump in the bath and eat grapes.

Inui Seishu ➤ physical Touch/ Quality Time

Lil meow meow Inui ain’t the loudest in the bunch but you need to remember to give lil meow meow his daily kisses and hugs or he might wilt

This boy is so touched starved please 😫

He loves when you trace over his scar while giving little butterfly kisses and gush about how pretty he is ✨

Ideally a perfect Saturday night for you two is you hands in his hair, him laying in between your legs on tiktok

THIS BOY AIN'T SHY DON'T LET HIM FOOL YOU HE LIVES FOR DRAMA. LOVE AND HIPHOP, KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, RUPAUL YOU NAME IT, HE’LL BE THERE FACE MASK LAID AND ROBE WRAPPED

HE CAN GOSSIP FOR GOD ABOVE AND WILL RIP YOUR DOG AND SISTER APART

He is so easily influenced too sometimes when you come over when it gets quiet and he’s just doing something you’ll hear a lil ‘misssss vangieeee’ ‘MISSSSS VANGIEEEEE’ but he can and will deny it with his life 🌚

‘BABE OH MY GOD THEY SENT LAGANGA HOME HURRY’

‘NO SHE WAS THE HYPE OF THE SEASON!! PAUSE IT IM STILL PISSING’

He loves how he can be himself around you and he hopes you feel the same— spoiler alert you do <33

In the comfort of your home y’all are secretly talking about everyone and their mums it’s a real problem but it’s cute

Live, laugh and loving in heels all day you and lil meow meow try on drag looks on each other, no one said they were good but they were enough for you two

When you’ve been gone for so long and forget to give him his daily lil kiss and cuddle he’s hang around like a cat waiting for food, rolling around and sticking his head in your face until you realize what he wants

‘awww babe you just wanted a hug, why didn’t you say so ☺️’

2022 ©ᴬᴸᴸ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ @xsamuu ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴿᴬᴺˢᴸᴬᵀᴱ, ᴾᴸᴬᴳᴱᴿᴵᶻᴱ, ᶜᴼᴾᵞ ᴼᴿ ᵁᴾᴸᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᵁᴹᴮᴸᴿ ᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ

[rhine-gold-archive]

I really liked your love languages analysis!! Can you do one for what those characters would like to receive as a love language?? If that makes sense??

Kaeya favoritism is encouraged ^^

So this kind of part two of What would Diluc, Thoma, Xiao, and Kaeya’s love languages be? This can be read as standalone, but I won’t be giving sources\quotes for the same things that I’ve already established in the first part.

Another note is that there are signs of affection that a character would like to receive, then there are things they’d like, but would hate to admit, and then there are things that they are not even self-aware enough to realize

Diluc

Okay, so Diluc represses emotions like whoa, hinges his self-worth on being useful and needs external validation to access positive feelings. 

So he really needs gratitude and praises, but they need to feel earned, he has to spend enough effort, achieve great results and only then he can be complimented on them, otherwise it doesn’t count

So like the baseline of keeping his anxiety low is asking him to do smth for you and then telling him he did a good job, then he can be like “I’ve received a good grade at being in a relationship, I can feel good about myself :)”.

But tbh the best thing to do for him long term is steering towards accepting unconditional affection, tho that’s not a quick process

Another nice thing to do is force him to take a break\enjoy himself, bc he won’t do it himself, and you’d need to exploit “would do anything for someone he cares about” loophole

gift-wise, will value anything made by you over most expensive things no matter how ugly the handmade thing is

Thoma

Thoma really appreciates gifts and gestures with personal, symbolic meaning behind them (hangout, giving him a token from Mond), especially if the symbolic meaning is about belonging together\commitment, bc that’s one of his weak spots

doing things together, like helping him feed street animals or cooking together

tbh Thoma has like one of the healthiest mentalities in genshin, he doesn’t have an arrangement of hidden complications that you need to take into account and he is also very empathetic, so he can understand other ppl’s love languages even if they are different from his own

so just like do whatever you prefer, this is actually “it’s the thought that counts” situation

plus this post in general

Xiao

Xiao can’t handle straightforward affection right away, you’ve gotta ease him in slowly, it’s like the frog in the boiling water

too much too fast will send him into “you think a cold-blooded killer who knows nothing but rage ” blah blah

boy has to go through like 12 stages of grief every time and sometimes its circular bc he can slip back into denial at any point

the most comfortable thing to do for him is doing smth that doesn’t require him to acknowledge it directly and lets him react on his own time, like leaving him almond tofu so like a day later he can grumble “thanks for the food, you don’t have to do it”

long term the best thing to do for him is helping him ease into a mortal society. 

he asks to go to Liyue with you himself, but he’s obv very anxious about it and says he’ll try to keep quiet (teapot high friendship), so just reassuring him that its totally okay,  Liyue Harbor is a huge city, they’ve seen all kinds of freaks here, no one will think Xiao is being weird or pay him any attention when there are Hu Tao and Xingqui rap-battling on the streets as a part of coffin sale promo and Xiangling is trying to make ppl try her new slime burgers. 

but all of this at very slow pace, patience is the best thing to do for xiao

Kaeya

Kaeya goes into any relationship with expectation that first of all, it will end, and second that it will end badly if the truth about him comes out, no matter how seemingly close you were before, and he’s not even blaming or mad at the other person, he thinks its just par for the course

his abandonment issues are on another level, like he’s never even been on “please don’t leave me” stage, he went right into “i will be left no matter what, so there’s no point in trying to stop it, i should just enjoy whatever scraps of affection I can get and try to not get attached too much and not let the other person to get attached too much to minimize the heartbreak in the end” 

this is why his operative word that he repeats so much when talking about relationships is “fun”. all his connections are supposed to be superficial fun and nothing else, and he deliberately tries to keep the distance > 

I didn't realize we'd known each other for so long now. Time flies! You know, following you on your journey might just be the most fun I've had in my whole life. I hope it stays that way.

 We were just traveling partners. I never thought I'd have you to thank for getting me to this point. Seems I really should respond in kind. Let us carry on, partner. The road ahead is still long

he clearly planned to keep it as “just traveling partners” and he sounds both surprised and wary that it turned into smth more. “I hope it stays that way.”

but he’s also extremely lonely and very defensive about it

Kaeya’s Troubles: “ Lonely? Me? Not with someone here nagging me all the time, that's for sure”

so he craves deeper connections, which clashes with his overall modus operandi of not getting attached and not letting ppl too close, which results in him pretending to be fine most of the time, then having a quick mental breakdown about wanting someone to understand and care about him and quickly covering it up with “haha just kidding”, see both Depression Notes aka birthday letters

Why, if it hadn't been for a certain someone's throwaway remark, I might have forgotten that today was my birthday. Which is just as well — I haven't had cause for any private celebrations for a long time.Hmm, how do you think I should approach a day such as this? Haha, relax. I'm just fishing for your opinion. I am, unfortunately, not well-versed in matters of this sort. How mysterious... When you're around, the truth just slips out of me at times. I must have had a glass too many, I fear.

like, EESH man

basically, he’s in a constant struggle of

OKAY, so after all this, finally to love languages. 

the easiest way for him to accept affection is if it can be at least disguised as “just fun”, which is why as i said in the first post, spending time together and enjoying each other’s company is his favorite thing

but like making sure to let him know he is the main reason you’re having a great time? like he gets treated dismissively way too much, his brother acts like he barely tolerates him, at least in public, Rosa talks about him with ironic detachment, which like yeah part of the “keeping distance from others” act from both of them, so no shade to her, but it adds up. from his remark “And they say my charm is fake” it’s clear his presence not being acknowledged as truly wanted gets to him

out of all ppl around him, only Jean constantly and openly supports and stands up for him. which is why he supports her completely, but tries to give credit to someone else when doing nice things for her (Jean’s party in her story quest)- to try and keep the distance. bc again, he’s living under the constant threat of a falling sword

a nice, grounding thing to do for Kaeya i think would be creating a little ritual that is repeated often, and even if you’re having a fight or smth. like idk, leaving a funny doodle on his desk, smth that takes zero effort, just a small, but constant affirmation that you thought of him and he is wanted no matter what else is going on

i think that would do more for his anxiety than grand gestures or promises, bc he’s used to not trust the words

another thing is that bc of this anxiety, he clearly feels like he has to be a ~fun person~ to be around and be entertaining to deserve attention, see Depression Notes #2 where right after “no one cares to celebrate anything in my life haha :) :) :)” quote from earlier he asks to sit with him for a while and offers to tell stories in return. babe, it’s your birthday, you don’t have to do anything to earn company

 so just like. supporting him?? so he can feel that he doesn’t need to pretend to be fine all the time and feel comfortable enough to stop “never-ending performance” for 5 fucking minutes and just be human, and that he can be in a bad mood, share problems, etc. like thats barest minimum in any relationship obviously, but Kaeya clearly doesn’t have it.

[stillalittlelostngl]

Geto/Reader - Insula pt 1: Introductions

The geto/reader fic I've been talkin about is finally here ahhh 🎉🎉 I didn't think I'd ever end up posting it tbh so I'm happy I finally got this first chapter done.

This is gunna be a 21 part thing so buckle up i guess. This 1st part is reader meeting her fellow first years.

April, 2006

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You blink blearily as your eyes shift in and out of focus as you stare at the wooden door in front of you. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and fighting back a yawn you can’t help but wonder if it was too late for you to bail.

Having to be up so early had you thinkin that perhaps you weren’t cut out for the whole sorcerer gig. How mad would mama be if she got a call from you now talkin bout how you were on the first flight back home? You don’t remember the time zone conversions off the top of your head and your brain is still too foggy to even begin trying to figure out what time it was for your mom right now. Too late or too early - either way, you knew if you called she’d be raisin hell and your name would be on a shirt by the time you cleared the baggage claim.

If you wanted to live to see 17, it looks like fighting creepy cursed spirits and dealing with weirdo sorcerers was gunna be your safest bet. And ain’t that some shit?

Your eyes travel along the pattern of the wood grain, committing it to memory. You trace over every curve and indentation as you buy yourself some time between now and when you have to step through the doorway. Even if it's just another moment or two.

There’s a nasty knotting feeling that’s settled in the pit of your stomach at the thought of what might be waitin for you on the other side. As painful as it is to admit to yourself it's undeniable at this point. You're nervous. It’s the only bit of information your brain is able to translate at this point.

You can already feel the cursed energy of the two other people beyond the door. Two distinct energies sitting close together and if you listened hard enough, you may have been able to make out bits and pieces of the conversation that they were having.

It was stupid. You were being stupid. You shouldn't be gettin this worked up over meeting a couple of strangers. You’ve met plenty of strangers in your, relatively, short life and it’d never been anything that had you stressin as much as you were now. Meeting the two boys you’d been told would be your classmates shouldn’t have been any different. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

It had been a few years since you’d been around people your own age for an extended amount of time and the last time you were it didn’t end very well. Between your mom and immigrating, you’d been unintentionally isolated for the past several years. Your curse technique was a fickle thing, especially when you were younger. Your mom had been so worried that you’d accidentally activate it around others so instead of spending time with your peers in school or going on play-dates you’d been stuck between dusty library shelves with your mother trying to track down any possible information that could make the technique easier to control. You’d complained to her on more than one occasion about having to learn all of the words and theories that would leave your head spinning. You could hardly pronounce them - let alone understand them.

People were more complicated than any of that though. You’re mama had warned you but experience had ultimately been the best teacher for that lesson.

And unlike the others from before the two people beyond the door were going to be constants whether you fucked things up or not. They’d be your classmates for the next three years of your life.

The two people behind the door in the classroom that you’re struggling to build up the courage to enter will be constants for, presumably, the next three years of your life. The thought is enough to cause your stomach to do that uncomfortable flipping you’d been trying to prevent.

A small, pathetic, part of you hoped things would go right this time.

You take a deep breath. There’s no such thing as a halfway crook and you’d made up your mind many months ago that this is where you wanted, no needed, to be. There’s no sense in turnin tail and running after you’d worked so hard to be able to be here to begin with.

You do your best to settle your rattled nerves, despite thinking of every nightmarish way this first interaction could play out, and slide the door open.

Unfortunately, in your eagerness to power through your internal turmoil you slid the door open a little too hard and the loud thunk of the wood caught the attention of the room's occupants.

One whipped his head around with a speed that almost had you concerned he’d given himself whiplash. He had dark hair and wide, bright eyes that crinkled a little at the corners as he met your stare with a broad smile. It was the brightest smile you think you’d ever seen and it matched the signature to his cursed energy. It was a steady and strong thrum with a delicate warmth about it that practically rolled off the boy in waves.

The other, a blonde boy made up of all sharp features, merely glanced your way with a furrow of his brow. You guessed the brunette had been talkin his ear off before and your loud entrance wasn’t really endearing him to either of y’all. But damn. He looked like he had nothin to smile about in his life. He was dead behind the eyes too - you're not sure if it was a sleep deprivation thing or just his general expression. His energy, unsurprisingly, was much more subtle than his counterpart. It was something soft - like a cool breeze.

You offered a mumbled apology for your loud entrance as you closed the door behind you and made your way over to your new classmates. You felt stiff and hoped your movements didn’t look as robotic as they felt.

“I didn’t know we were having a foreigner as a classmate," the brunette was practically vibrating with excitement as he jumped off of the where he was perched on the others desk - ignoring the blonde’s indignant muttering as he nearly sent the entire desk tumbling to the ground with his momentum. You couldn’t decide if his eagerness was endearing or off putting just yet, "I thought there weren’t any curse-users outside of Japan. Where’re you from? You’re a westerner, right?” The words came in rapid fire succession as if he’d been afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it all out quick enough. It nearly made your head spin.

You offered a timid smile - unsure of how to go about answering him. You hadn’t been in Japan for no more than a month but it looked like being a foreigner was going to bring about more attention than you were usually comfortable with. Nobody had been bad about it, but the stares you got from time to time would make you itch. Foreigners made up such a small portion of the population here and with your skin being a golden brown instead of the paler tones they were accustomed to you guess it was to be expected.

“Have some tact," the blonde grumbled after righting the desk, "you sound ignorant. Of course there’s curse-users and sorcerers outside of Japan, it’s just not as common.” His hair spoke to his own foreign background somewhere in his family tree. You wondered if he had to get used to stares and questions too.

You give a small hum in agreement. “There ain’t many of us back home and it just seemed like a better opportunity to learn in the thick of things,” you offer in explanation as you take the seat next to the blonde.

Japan was the epicenter of the sorcerer society you’d found yourself in after all. The Japanese sect had more resources and time to spend on developing curse users than whatever was left of the sect back home. You’d never been too heavily involved in sorcerer society back then - your mother had done her damndest to keep it that way - but you’d overheard enough whispered conversations about cursed spirits popping up left, right, and center and how overwhelmed things were becoming. It’s why the Japanese sorcerers had been called in to assist and how you’d come across the one who had scouted you. It was just your luck that he’d been able to sponsor you and get you into the Tokyo prefectural jujutsu high school.

You just weren't too sure yet if it was good luck or bad luck. You'd always seemed to have more of the latter.

You introduce yourself to the boys with a small bow of your head. “Please take care of me.” It’s not as formal of an introduction by Japanese standards that you'd been taught to give but seeing as how neither had offered their own names first you decided it would have to do.

Apparently formalities didn't matter all that much to these two.

“Soto, huh? Your Japanese is pretty good for a foreigner! If I closed my eyes I probably wouldn’t have even guessed you were the one speaking!” the brunette practically beamed and you had to fight down a small heat that started to warm your cheeks at the unexpected compliment. It had been a bit of a rush to learn the language and you imagine the lessons you got from your recruiter hadn’t been very by the book, “I’m Haibara Yu. How long have you been here? We should go do some touristy stuff if you haven’t been able to yet!”

You hadn’t been expecting their friendliness right off the bat but the boy’s smile seems to come to him as easily as breathing and he seems so painfully sincere in everything that he says. You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. You go to respond but are quickly cut off by the blonde.

“Idiot, we’re not here to go sightseeing,” You’re not sure if the muscles in the blonde’s face knew how to do anything other than frown at this point.

“Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Haibara wrinkled his nose and brushed off the other boy’s annoyance with a childish pout, “we can have fun in between exorcising curses and training. Just cuz we’re here doesn’t mean we can’t live a little - you still need to introduce yourself too!”

There was a beat of silence as the blonde eyed the two of you as if he was thinkin on something and couldn’t quite come to a decision. With a tired sigh he responded. “Nanami Kento,” it sounded strained, as if the words physically pained him to say, “let's just focus on surviving the year first before we worry about anything else.”

You can’t help but raise a brow in response as your eyes slide over to meet Haibara's and you both share a look of understanding.

The Nanami kid is definitely a buzzkill.

-

You saw that geto/reader tag and got excited, huh? 🤪 he's not showing til pt 3, stink stink.

I actually have up to chapter 3 finished tbh - just doin some more edits. This chapter was going to be longer but i decided to just absorb the last bit into the next one cuz it'll flow better imo. Next one will be longer as an apology

Anyways, Soto's dialect and the way i'll be havin folks talk are gunna be very intentional choices based on their backgrounds.

Nanami is a lil bitchy here too & we aint get to see much of him or reader's impression - don't worry he'll have more time to shine next chapter. Remember this takes place before anything we see of nanami in the manga - the relationship is gunna develop.

[crystaljins]

Stars above | 03

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: I wasn’t the biggest fan of this chapter tbh- it was written while I was in the process of working out where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do with this drabble series. I almost considered taking it out entirely but in the end I put time into reading it so I’m keeping it in ahaha

Warnings: So reader in this chapter lowkey lies about the origin of food to Taehyung who’s basically a vegan which I know is a no-no morally so I tried not to treat it as a joke and reader DOES apologise for it

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“So...” Jin trails away, drumming awkwardly at the steering wheel as he gazes at the sulking alien in the backseat of his SUV through the rearview mirror. “Did you two fight, or something?”

You roll your eyes, scrolling through his phone to find an appropriate song to play through his bluetooth speakers. 

“He’s mad because he found out where milk comes from this morning.” You sigh, finally settling on a suitable, soothing guitar cover. From the mirror you see Taehyung stick his tongue out at you, and the tips of his ears are beginning to go a light purple like they always do when he’s worked up. 

You shrug and allow the car to lapse into silence.

“How could you!” He finally speaks up. He’s managed to last through twenty minutes of silent treatment, which is at least double what Nayeon can manage. You’re a veteran when it comes to the pouty cold shoulder.  “You’ve been letting me drink their babies’ food this whole time! What is it with you humans and baby animals!” 

“You didn’t have any complaints when I bought you that $7 milkshake two days ago.” You remind Taehyung, although you’re not quick enough to hide the frown in your voice. You’re not the type to get riled up easily- a long lasting friendship with Nayeon and a multitude of younger siblings had fortified you against emotional outbursts. Most things slide off your back like water. 

But you can’t help but feel a little upset with Taehyung’s upset. You’re not really sure why- for one thing, he’s right. You’d lied to him and for what? Your own sense of twisted peace. 

Perhaps it’s the way you aren’t accustomed to his ire- it’s only been just over a month that he’s been living with you now, and while Nayeon and he frequently experienced clashes of personality, the two of you have gotten on alarmingly well. You’d grown to expect his smiling face and cheerful chatter while you went about your day, and it upsets you that you no longer have that. 

Unfortunately for you, you allow your displeasure to show on your face. A rookie error, as you’d let your guard down next to the vulture in the drivers’ seat. 

“Oh-ho!” Jin cries, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “Do mine eyes deceive me? Is the almighty, impenetrable wall, the unmovable boulder, our local ice queen (Y/N) pouting?” 

He sounds entirely too pleased with the concept, and as if you weren’t irritated enough with Taehyung, now Jin is grating on your nerves too, although the latter is a far more common occurrence than the former.

When you don’t respond, Jin shakes his head with a chuckle. The sound rings with barely-curbed amusement. 

“It wasn’t nice of you to do that, (Y/N).” He scolds, and he’s enjoying it a little too much; very rarely are you the one to be rebuked when it comes to disagreements between friends. Normally, with the hot-tempered company you keep, you usually find yourself sitting stiffly in silence while Jin attempts to pacify whatever situation has been stirred up. “How would you feel if I fed you bull testicles without telling you what they were?”

“You have done that.” You remind him, while Taehyung goes pale with horror in the backseat. “I also got food poisoning from them and was in hospital for three days, and yet here I am. Driving with you to help out at your uncle’s farm, out of the goodness of my heart, without holding any grudges against you.”

Jin clicks his tongue, a little embarrassed, before quickly changing tact before any more past misdeeds resurface.

“If you want our alien guest to forgive you, you can start by apologising. I will be having none of your misplaced misery deflected at me.” He informs you sternly.  

You grit your teeth in annoyance. Annoyingly, Jin is correct. You can grumble and pout until the cows come home but the reality is this: you knew that it would upset Taehyung to give him milk and you did it anyway for convenience and a perceived sense of peace and quiet. You took advantage of his trust and his lack of knowledge of this planet, and he absolutely deserves an apology. 

With a groan, you slump in defeat against your seat. 

“Fine!” You cry. “You’re right.” You turn to face Taehyung, and he’s sitting in the back seat with his arms folded across his chest like a petulant child. He studiously avoids your gaze. “I’m sorry, Taehyung.” You squeeze out, with all the sincerity you can bear to muster. “It was wrong and cruel of me to give you milk products without telling you where milk comes from and I’m sorry. And if it’s any consolation, I promise that the baby cows don’t starve and that it doesn’t hurt cows to get milked. And I promise to only keep almond or soy milk in the house from now on.” You say. He finally looks at you, scrutinising your expression. He’s searching for something, though you don’t know what. He reaches forward with his fingers, allowing them to brush your arm where  it rests against the seat, watching expectantly the whole while.

Unexpectedly, and with a smile that’s so different to his prior demeanour you almost get whiplash, he nods. 

“Well, I suppose that’s a sufficient apology. But I think, given the severity of your crime, that you should perform some sort of action to atone.” He demands. 

“Oooh, crafty. I like him.” Jin pipes in cheerfully. You shoot him a glare powerful enough to quiet him before turning your attention back to Taehyung. 

“W-what do you want?” You question and Taehyung merely shrugs. 

“I’ll let you know when I think of it. For now I’ll settle for an agreed repayment at an unknown date at some point in the future.” He says. 

And you can’t slap Taehyung, so when Jin snickers, he gets a whack to the arm that has your irritation at both of them channelled into it. 

++

It’s an annual thing, for you and Jin to head to his uncle’s strawberry farm to help with a few chores his uncle can’t get done on his own. A few of Jin’s other friends are coming as well, but they usually arrive later in the day. 

You didn’t really trust Nayeon to look after Taehyung while you were away- she’s already complaining about all the vegan ingredients taking up fridge space, and you’re pretty sure she brushed a spinach leaf and broke out in hives the other day. You’re not even sure it was wise to entrust her with the care of Sergeant Sparkles the Fifth- you may come home to find he’s been replaced with his sixth incarnation. So, with all this in mind, you’ve invited Taehyung along, figuring he’d enjoy picking the strawberries and the warm, leisurely rhythm of the countryside. 

You had been right, at least. Taehyung’s bright, eager smile and enthusiasm at the sight of the strawberry farm almost makes up for the trouble you had gone through on the car ride over. You leave him with Jin’s grandmother, who is patiently showing him how to select the best strawberries. He listens with awe, fingers delicately brushing against ruby red flesh, while you help Jin set up some fencing since his uncle’s pet goat chewed through the last enclosure. 

“I never did ask you what the deal is with the sudden alien-babysitting.” Jin comments, helping you unravel some of the wire for the fencing. “Last I head from Nayeon, you were going to withdraw from the program. What happened to your whole “I’m done taking care of people” act? Didn’t you insist you weren’t gonna end up following through for Nayeon again?” 

“I changed my mind.” You confess, crouching down to secure the wiring against a fence post. An image of Taehyung drenched and miserable in the rain flashes unbidden through your mind, but you choose not to bring up the gnawing guilt to Jin. “He grew on me.” 

Jin arches an eyebrow. 

“He grew on you?” He asks incredulously. “You moved out of home to escape looking after your own siblings- and an alien grew on you?” He exclaims. You shrug, straightening and stretching out a kink in your back. A light sheen of sweat is starting to gather on your face, thanks to the warm sunlight. 

“Well, we signed on to look after him, and so that’s what I’m gonna do.” You say dismissively. Again, you think of the way he had sobbed in your arms, lonely and homesick.  It’s not really something you can explain easily even to yourself; you just want to take care of Taehyung. It’s not quite a sense of duty or obligation, like when you end up feeding Sergeant sparkles or babysitting your younger siblings. The weight of responsibility doesn’t feel the same. Instead, what catches in your mind is his bright smile at dinner every night; the wonder in his expression when he learns about Earth culture; there’s something warm and satisfying about hanging out with Taehyung. 

Of course, you articulate none of this to Jin. Instead, you offer something a bit safer: “I don’t take that kind of responsibility lightly.”

Jin chuckles in response. 

“There’s the Universal Big Sister.” He sighs fondly. “You can pretend you don’t care but you can’t escape your true nature.”

A few more peaceful moments pass between you before he starts up conversation again. 

“How are your little siblings going, anyway? Your parents are coping ok without you around to help out?” He questions. You hesitate, just for a moment, before helping Jin steady the next fence post. 

“They’re ok. The twins just had their first day of school the other day. Which is good because I think mum and dad were struggling with the baby and the twins at the same time and this gives them a little bit of a break. I’m even planning on stopping by for a weekend to look after the little one so that they can go away for a little bit.” You explain. Jin nods, enjoying the sunlight for a moment, before reaching to sort through the toolbox beside him. 

“Well, just don’t sign on for too much.” He finally says. “You moved out of home because you stopped wanting to take care of people; that includes Nayeon and Taehyung.”

You nod solemnly. 

“I know.” You say. And then you decide to add in just a little bit more, since Jin has always been the kind of friend you can go to about anything and you don’t want him worrying needlessly. “It’s... actually kind of nice.” 

That catches Jin’s attention. 

“Nice?” He echoes in surprise. You nod shyly, pausing to adjust your hat and wipe the sweat from your brow. 

“Yeah.” You confess. “He’s just so... happy, at whatever I do. It doesn’t feel like a responsibility, with him.” 

Jin arches an eyebrow curiously at you. 

“I always knew it would take someone out of this world to get to you.” He chuckles. You bristle, instantly on the defensive, and are about to demand what he means, but a call of your name distracts you. 

You turn to find Taehyung racing across from the strawberry fields towards you, a large basket swinging from his hands. Jin’s uncle had leant him some gear; he looks a bit ridiculous in his over-sized sunhat and the protective floral sleeves over his arms, but his species weren’t good with the strong human sunlight and you’d insisted he wear it since you didn’t want to be stuck helping apply aloe vera to his sunburn when you got back to the apartment late in the night. 

“Look!” He cries, skidding to a stop in front of you. The basket is overflowing with perfectly ripened strawberries, tucked neatly together and glowing beneath the bright sunlight like priceless rubies. You nod, impressed at the quality of the fruit- Jin’s family were near legendary when it came to strawberry growing and it was sweet of them to share their craft with an alien like Taehyung. 

“Looks good!” You agree, going to pluck one from the basket. He watches you contentedly for a moment, like a cat warming itself in the sun, before encircling a large hand around your wrist. 

“You’ve finished here, right? Come pick more strawberries with me!” He demands, and you glance down at his hand, encased in a tacky gardening glove. The rubber is rough against the sensitive skin of your wrist and thick enough that you can’t feel the warmth of his fingers beneath. 

You glance over your shoulder to find Jin smiling at you, finishing off the last of the fence. 

“Go!” He shoos you. “I’m done here and you won’t have much time for him once the others get here.”

You hesitate, but allow yourself to be tugged along by an enthusiastic Taehyung. He finally comes to a stop before the endless rows of strawberry plants. Releasing your hand, he waddles over in between the rows and squats into a crouch to examine the fruit, before beckoning you over. You follow, crouching beside him and watching as he pinches a strawberry between gloved hands. He rotates it from side to side, and the glossy red surface catches the bright sunlight, before snapping the stem and dropping it into his basket. He smiles broadly at you, until you mirror his actions and pluck a fruit as well. The two of you fall into silence as you begin to rummage through the plants, searching for any ripe ones.

“What were you and Jin conversing about?” He asks conversationally after a long period of silence. You straighten, swiping sweat from your brow, and sit back on your heels. 

“Lots of things.” You say vaguely. “My family, mostly.” 

Taehyung’s eyes brighten with interest. 

“Do you have a large family?” He wonders. You shrug, examining an especially large strawberry before plucking it out. 

“There are larger, but I wouldn’t call it small. I have three younger siblings. And there’s a big age gap. My parents had me when they were very young, and when they hit their late thirties they got pregnant again.” You explain. “So it’s a reasonably sized family but it feels large. Especially because the three youngest are close in age- the twins are five this year, and they were a handful growing up, and the youngest is turning two. She’s just hitting that terrible toddler stage.” 

“So the ��big sister” title you bear...” he wonders and you nod at the recollection. 

“I guess the habits carried over to my friend groups.” You admit sheepishly. “Maybe it had just become part of my personality without me realising it. I was fifteen when the twins were born, and my parents were ok to handle one kid, not two. So, as the oldest, I kinda had to look after myself and them. And it only got worst when the youngest came along... I think by that stage the only knowledge I had in my head was how to change a diaper and check the temperature of milk.” 

You pause, reflecting on those hectic days- waking up after a long night of the twins taking turns screaming and then having to go to school.... not being able to go out with friends because you were stuck baby-sitting... you can’t even remember the kind of child you were before the twins came along. 

“I eventually ended up having to move out because I couldn’t manage the workload of my degree and living with two toddlers and a newborn. I still go back when mum and dad are overloaded, though.” You confide. “I don’t really like the “universal big sister” name, but here I am.”

Taehyung sits back on his heels as well, tilting his head to examine you. Beneath the bright sunlight, inky black strands catch the light and glint a soft gold. Thick, dark lashes flutter almost sleepily over dark, considering irises and once more you’re struck by how handsome he is. 

You look away right as he offers a response. 

“I’m beginning to comprehend your behaviour.” He tells you. “You’re a natural caretaker.”

You stare at him in bafflement, particularly when he affectionately reaches forward to tuck a hair behind your ear. His fingertips tickle the shell of your ear as he does so.

“It’s not an offensive title.” He reassures you. “It doesn’t translate as well as from my language, but I don’t think Earth has a closer equivalent. I’m trying to say that you’re far more caring than I think perhaps even you realise.”

You stare at him in confusion, and he simply clicks his tongue in amusement. He straightens, getting to his feet and extending out into a languorous stretch. 

“I have ascertained an appropriate exchange.” He tells you, changing the subject. “For your repayment. Jin’s progenitor gave me an idea.”

You blink in confusion at him before recalling your earlier fight. With a sigh, you nod in defeat and offer a weak smile. 

“All of a sudden? What did she suggest? Foot massages? Me buying groceries for the next week?” You question, already wincing in anticipation. Nayeon has never been kind with her I.O.U’s, and has made you do things like be her personal driver for a week or do her laundry. 

“Take me somewhere that makes you happy.” He declares proudly, plucking a strawberry from his basket and chewing on it triumphantly. 

“What do you mean?” You ask- somewhere that makes you happy? Taehyung nods, and he’s almost a little smug in the way he does so. Like he’s one-upped you somehow by offering such a request. Though, you personally cannot comprehend why he would expend an opportunity for a free I.O.U on something that makes you happy.

“Well, you always take me places you think that I would enjoy. Like the sanctuary where they keep clusters of fish- the aquarius” - you don’t bother to correct him- “, or collecting supplies for sustenance from your vegetation hatcheries. But now I would like to go somewhere that you find an enjoyable use of your time. I think I’d like to see that “big sister” attitude directed at yourself.” He says. “And if you do that, then I shall offer full forgiveness for your earlier milk blunder!”

Something pulses in your chest; like the sensation of holding a baby bird carefully in your hands- something new and delicate and precious. You’re not sure what to do with yourself or the unfamiliar feeling.

“I... can do that.” You finally relent. “After your classes finish on Monday, I can take you.” 

Taehyung, oblivious to confusing sensations he’s triggered, just beams. 

“Excellent.” He exclaims. “Now try this strawberry- It’s quite sweet!”

You admittedly spend the rest of the day off-kilter- even after you leave Taehyung’s side and the others arrive to assist around the farm, that fluttery feeling remains. The image of Taehyung, smiling beneath warm, bright sunlight, feels sticky in your mind, like someone has glued it behind your eyelids, and you can’t figure out why for the life of you.

But one thing that is for sure is that the next Monday when you take Taehyung to the pier on the outskirts of the city to watch the boats go by, his smile confirms your earlier sentiment; taking care of him doesn’t feel like a chore.

[daebraeksan]

He rejects reader, reader is sad about it

Characters: unspecified haikyuu character, could be really any character to be honest, 

Genre: angst, hurt no comfort, rejection 

Contents: death mention (far off /far away death), negative thoughts ,self critical, negative spiral, cognitive distortions, 

Wc: 1782

a/n: i wasn’t feeling good and im still mad tbh but i’ll get over it

~*~*~*~

The chocolates and confession letter sit in your locker on the top shelf. The image of them is the only thing you can see, as if someone taped a picture to your forehead and put you in front of a mirror. 

You stare at the teacher standing in front of their powerpoint slides, but you hear nothing. You see nothing. You hope you don’t get called on because you will then have to go through the embarrassment of not knowing what is going on and getting an answer wrong in front of everyone. 

But it will be a minor feeling compared to how happy and proud you will be when you finally confess.

You try to have no expectations on the situation—but you obviously have expectations. You want to be humble and not assume a positive outcome, but you have so much fun thinking about a positive outcome.

Why can’t it be yours next?

Why can’t it be your turn?

Haven’t you waited long enough? 

And what’s not to like, you have great qualities, and leagues aren’t real. 

There’s so much excitement. You’re also enjoying experiencing more positive thought patterns. You’re doing great. Your healing is going great and you’re making great progress.

You’re doing a good job and you’re so proud of yourself. 

You are excited and you want to get it over with but you want to enjoy it. Your first confession. 

~*~*~

The time has come. You take a deep breath and approach.

“Uh—excuse me, sorry—Can I talk to you for a second?”

You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain. 

You’re lucky you caught him alone. You actually see his friends approaching him and they look at you curiously. 

He looks like he wants to say no. He’s busy. He’s probably going to practice, or hanging out with his friends, or something. “Sure, what’s up?” he asks, instead.

This is a good sign. This is great. Things are already going so well. 

“Can I speak to you privately?” you ask, trying not to look at his friends who circled around him. 

“Uh, okay, guys, can you get out, or—”

You’re embarrassed. You were hoping he would ask you outside the building at least. Something. Near the fence, under the open sky. 

But this is fine, you guess.

His friends leave.

You had a whole speech but of course you completely forgot it. 

You hold out the chocolates and letter in the space between you.

“I wanted to give these to you,” you narrate the obvious. What else are you supposed to say? You forgot your speech. “I like you, and I think you are cute, and I want to get to know you better. I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

While you talk, he doesn’t take the gifts. They feel heavy in your hand.

“Oh, okay,” he says. 

Your heart starts to break. And you know you can’t stop it. You know you can’t stop this pain.

You wish you could take it all back. This is the most humiliating thing you have ever done. You know there’s no reason to be mean to yourself on top of an already sucky situation but that’s all you’ve ever known. That’s all you’ve ever done. You don’t know a different option. Be kind to yourself? Why? You were stupid enoguh to get into this situation, so why would you be kind to yourself now? What good is that going to do? 

If you had been kind to yourself before, then you wouldn't have even ended up in this situation. You could have just loved yourself. Why do you have to date? Why do you have to follow the crowd, just because everyone else is dating?

Dating is not the pinnacle of life. A romantic relationship is not inherently worth more than any other relationship, no matter what whitecishetpatriarchal society days. 

“Okay,” you say, lowering your hands. They are going to start trembling soon. You tense up your whole body. 

“Thanks,” he says. 

It is the worst thing you have ever heard. 

“I feel weird accepting these, since I am rejecting your confession. I’m not really interested in pursuing things with you. Do you want me to still take them, or do you want to keep them, or—?” 

“Okay, yeah, I mean, it’s. Yeah.”

“You had to ask, right?”

What is this? Nightmare of an interaction? You can’t tell if they are trying to make you feel better in the worst possible way or if they are actually making fun of you. 

“Okay. Well, thanks for telling me. I’m sorry.”

Oh, no, not the apology. Sorry for what? You nod. It’s not okay. Why should you say it’s okay if it’s not? You’re sad. Of course it’s okay that he doesn’t like you. But you’re sad and that’s not okay. You have to handle yourself somewhere else that’s not here. 

“I’m going to head out, if that��s okay? It was good to see you and talk to you.”

You nod again. “Have a good day.”

“Thanks, you too.”

And he leaves. 

And you catch a glimpse of his receding back before you have to run away.

You have to get out of here.

Why did you do that?

It was not. It was not good to see him and talk to him. It was awful. This whole experience was awful.

Oh my g-d how could you have done that.

He doesn’t regret rejecting you. Why would he? What does he have to regret? You’re just some weird alone person who doesn’t have any friends who none of the popular people know. You’re irrelevant. No one knows you. You have no special skills or talents. You have nothing interesting about you that anyone would want to get to know. You have nothing anyone would want. 

You have nothing. 

You remember his optimistic look, a little surprised. He’s a confident person. What does he have to worry about? He has never faced a single consequence.he’s not in trouble. No one is going to hold him accountable.

Everyone loves him. 

What does he have to fear? He has nothing to lose.

You have everything to lose. 

And you did lose it all. 

None of his friends knew your name. Really? None of them? You were hoping for a surprised moment of like how did they know, oh they really have noticed you, you are a real person in their eyes, but you aren’t. 

You’re going to recover from this, one way or another. But the recovery isn’t going to be you’re socially acceptable and everyone likes you and you have a boyfriend. Getting over this is accepting that maybe you won’t ever be normal. You won’t ever fit into a whitecishetpatriarchal society. You won’t ever be accepted for your “flaws.” You might not die alone, but you aren’t going to die with a romantic partner.  

“I’m sure you’ll find someone—” Who? Why would anyone say that? It’s not going to happen for you. If it hasn’t happened, why would it? If it didn’t happen in the place with the most people congregated together as possible, then why? How? 

It’s not going to happen. 

It’s hard to make friends as an adult, much less find a romantic partner, in this fucked up world. 

What’s the point? It’s a losing battle. 

Your worst fears have come true. You are going to be rejected by every guy you try to have a connection with, so don’t even try. Why try? You are ugly. You have emotional issues so you can’t accept love and you don’t believe in yourself. You don’t put yourself “in the arena” in the first place. 

What’s the point? 

The attitudes they have towards you must be the following: 

“Sorry, you’re not that attractive to me.” 

“Why are you even talking to me?”

“This is weird.” 

“Why is this weirdo talking to me?”

“Don’t they know I'm way out of their league?”

“It’s hilarious that they would even think that I would need to stoop down to their level.”

“What do I have to gain from interacting with them?”

What else could the outcome possibly be? You’re different from them. You’re different from other people. This kind of thing is not going to serendipitously happen to you. There always has to be someone at the end of the bell curve. It’s random. It sucks that you were chosen as the tribute to make other people's lives fun and better, by taking on the burden of having the life tha tsucks. Is that even how it works? Probably not. But what else is there?

There’s no way it makes sense.

It's not fair that other people can have fun and you can't. 

You’re here for fodder. You’re here for bait. You’re here because “at least my life isn’t as bad as that.”

You imagine them shit talking you. You imagine how he would tell his friends about this incident. 

“What did y/n want?” one of them would ask. 

“They confessed to me,” he would say. 

They would all look up in interest. “Oh, wow. What did you say?”

“I rejected them obviously.” He might look apologetic. He might laugh. He might look embarrassed. He might look matter of fact.

He might look like no expression or expression at all.

“Yeah,” they would all agree in unison. 

That would hurt the most. The absolute lack of analysis. The 100% certainty that no one would date you. Why would they?

“I feel bad for them. They must have such an awful life as an ugly person.”

Everyone would nod. 

“But look at how amazing I am since I am even considering them, and their feelings,” they would say.

Everyone would agree. “What attractive person would ever even consider them?” someone would ask.  

“Attractive people are too busy being attractive, living life, having friends.” This is not something any of them would say, because  this is understood. It is a given. A fish does not need to acknowledge the water. The water is already there. It is true, and undeniable.

Your life is worse. You know this. What’s the point?

But you really thought for a second, huh? You really thought you could have something good. Crazy. That’s so embarrassing.  

But for all of this roleplaying, and imagining, in reality, you don't even make the news. You are so irrelevant. None of them would ever talk about you. They would go about their lives and having fun and living their dreams. No one cares about you. What’s the point?

Never put yourself out there because some random hurt person on tumblr you don’t know said this would happen.

Why didn’t you believe them?

[kaneydas]

was watching akira for a second time and the wave of kaneda obsession hit me like a truck and now i can’t get enough of him :((( it’s scary how there is virtually NOTHING out there like yes ik the movie is like 30 years old but cmon guys

anyway ‘m thinking of kaneda who is so in love with you but doesn’t know how to say it and knows he doesn’t express it enough so he tries so so hard but ends up embarrassing himself that it’s cute :( he gets all frustrated when he stumbles over his words

rightttt, I’m with you, it’s really weird that there’s literally nothing out there tbh. also kaneda is <3333 so I don’t blame you. I present to u this weird scenario thing-y… not sure if its exactly what u wanted😭 (it should probably be longer too but oh well)

Kaneda could, after some overdue self-reflection, admit that he was a lot of things. Arrogant, reckless, stubborn – but in the end; the one thing no one could accuse him of being was a coward. At least, that’s what he thought. But then, he sees you one day, you’re pressing down on his wounds with a cotton swab drenched in antiseptic, looking up at him through your lashes, and suddenly his heart can’t stop pounding in his ears.

You ask him what happened, how did he get hurt, did he get into a fight again? Kaneda doesn’t answer at first, eyes focused on your face, unmoving. Then your lips, and he can’t stop thinking about how much he wants to press his own against them until they bruise. Until you’re gasping for air.

But he doesn’t, and he doesn’t understand why. Instead he laughs and tells you he tripped, and you clearly don’t believe him, but decide against pressing further into the matter.

Kaneda doesn’t hesitate, most people know that much. He doesn’t know why it’s different around you, though, he can’t get you out of his mind ever since that day. He can’t be with you, it makes him nervous but he can’t be without you either, it makes him feel even worse.

Actually, what makes him feel the worst, is when you decide to give the tiniest bit of attention to anyone else. And so, when he practically pulls you away mid-conversation from Tetsuo one day, you’re taken aback to say the least, not to mention annoyed.

”What’s your issue?” You question, arms crossed, and Kaneda doesn’t seem too happy either. ”We were talki-”

”Well, don’t talk to him! He’s a loser,” Kaneda grumbles, and you know his words harbor no ill intent towards his best friend, he’s just grumpy (for whatever reason). ”Just talk to me, alright?”

”Were you jealous?” You ask, all your previous annoyance suddenly gone. ”You’ve been distant lately, I thought that… I don’t know…”

”Well, uh, y’know,” he stumbles, cursing himself slightly for it. ”Just been busy lately, y’know how it is…”

”Really? Is that all?” You continue to prod. ”You’re not mad are you? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

He wants to curse your kindness, how do you tell someone you’ve been avoiding them because you love them too much?

Don’t be a coward, Kaneda, he tells himself.

”It’s nothing, really,” he assures and a moment of silence passes. ”Uh, you know that I care about you, right?”

”Um,” you pause, taken aback. It’s not like him to be so… emotionally forward. ”I care about you, too,” you smile.

”And I-I, I like you a lot.” He continues and you nod, slowly.

”I like you, too. You know you’re one of my best friends.” You reply, clearly confused.

”Ugh, not like-” he hesitates before covering the lower part of his face, which was an uncharacteristic shade of red, with his hand. ”Do you really need me to fucking say it?”

”Say what?” You smile, suddenly understanding the situation. What an idiot, you think, good thing he’s cute. He seems to turn even redder under your gaze.

”Listen, okay, I love you… Fuck, you happy now?” He says, averting his eyes from yours. ”So if you don’t feel the same, just tell me, alright? It’s fine-”

”God, you’re stupid, you know that?” You laugh, your own face slightly red, as well. ”Just… will you hold me?”

”Uh,” he stumbles, again, as he processes your words and suddenly, it’s as if your old, cocky Kaneda comes back when a smile spreads on his lips. ”I’ll do you one better, sweetheart.”

He pulls you in by the waist, arms somewhat shaky, and he presses his lips against yours – strangely clumsy and unpracticed. The heat of his face radiates against yours and you can’t help but wish you could melt into each other.

Maybe he’s not a coward after all.

[julescarstairs]

Still holding a teeny-tiny grudge from that one time ghost! Rupert upended Julian’s paint for no good reason

[spicysoftsweet]

patience - baji x reader

cw: minors dnfi, baji’s a difficult boyfriend to have, this is pretty vanilla sex tbh but lots of feelings uwu, wc 1.9k

a/n: for @shigarakistomura​’s songfic collab event!  anyway i love baji too fucking much.

please stream 505 by Artic Monkeys

“Next time go to a hospital or urgent care or something. Stop coming here.”

The words coming out of your mouth are muffled by the roll of cloth bandage that you keep between your lips as you tend to the nasty gash along the length of Baji’s forearm. You consider that he might need stitches for a piece of work like that at first, but as you clean the wound, you figure it’s probably fine.

Maybe you’re cavalier because you’ve just been woken up out of bed by his phone call only to get to the door and see your ex, many times over, standing at your doorstep. You’d considered not opening the door, but the way he held his arm in mild discomfort gave you pause, and you’d let him in. 

So here you were, tending to his injuries, thankful that there weren’t many despite everything. He’s looked much worse before.

“I prefer your hands,” he murmurs in the silence between you two. 

You hate the fact that those very hands freeze for a moment before you scoff and secure the bandage tightly, then sit back on your haunches. He’s sitting on a chair in your kitchen, and you’ve squatted before him to better examine his wound; the kitchen light is bright enough to nearly blind you when you look up at him at this angle, brown eyes expectant as he waits for you to respond to his statement.

Your heart is stirring once again for him. You can’t fall for his tricks again.

“We broke up, Kei, remember?”

“Don’t remember shit,” he replies simply and when you glare at him, he sighs. “Fine, I remember you being mad and saying you wanted space,” he admits, running a hand through his locks.

It’s your turn to sigh exasperatedly and you rise to your feet. Once you turn your back, he reflexively takes your arm and pulls you back toward him. You shoot him a dirty look and he scowls back. You glance at the hand he has around your wrist; his hold is firm but you know you could always break away if you could. He would never stop you.

You don’t want to.

Now that you look down on him from this vantage point, you examine him in full. Long, wavy black hair in disarray, scattered bruises on his pale skin that somehow only accentuate those pretty features you’ve been in love with most of your life. Does that include now? Now that he’s come to your house in the middle of the night, demanding to see you despite you both agreeing that you’re bad for each other multiple times over?

“I’m serious. Don’t come here anymore,” you insist.

But he pulls ever so gently on your wrist and you don’t resist.

He continues to draw you towards him and you step forward until you stand between his spread legs; he looks up to you with something akin to love, you think, and you bite your lip because you hate him so much.

Baji is in every sense a bad boyfriend. He’s quick-tempered, he gets into trouble, he’s difficult to reason with. He’s overprotective even if he’s not outright jealous and he demands your time but doesn’t always give you his.

There’s a million reasons you should stay broken up.

And yet you adore him. 

His hand reaches up and cups your cheek, and his voice is tender as honey.

“You don’t mean it.”

He’s always been good at calling your bluffs. There’s a smile that accompanies those words, especially as he can feel the heat on his fingertips of you admitting that after all these years, he still has the same hold on you he’s had since the moment you first met.

“I mean it,” you quip, and it sounds like the obvious lie it is.

To this, he smiles, flashing white teeth and fang-like canines. He means to devour you and you’d let him over and over again.

His bandaged arm loops around your waist and pulls you even closer, and he kisses your belly through your shirt. The action is intimate, even more so when he pulls up your shirt so that he can repeat the action on the soft skin. You hold your breath as you feel his lips.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says once he pulls back, then guides you onto his lap so that you straddle him on the chair. 

Your eyes are level, and he pauses before he says anything. He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll keep your attention. After all, he always seems to say the wrong thing.

Yet now your mouth is closed, but not pursed in a look of irritation; no tears stain your cheeks, your eyes are clear and bright, and you are listening. He wonders if you’re even aware that your arms have made their way around his neck. 

When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?

“Give me one more chance.”

He’s terribly foolish, you think. What is this, if not a chance, an additional opportunity to break your heart into pieces, to thoroughly waste your time?

You shut your eyes as he leans forward and kisses your neck softly. He doesn’t bite as he typically would, again because he can sense that your patience has worn thinner every time. He’s careful as he nibbles at the soft skin.

“Please,” he repeats.

Against your better judgement, you whisper “yes.”

Your arms tighten around his shoulders, and your bodies press closer. His breath tickling your ear is something you miss as are the fingers that creep up your shirt and play with your breasts before pulling your shirt over your head. Even if you’ve only been apart a couple of weeks, you feel like you haven’t been touched for months. 

The soft suck on your nipple draws a gentle whine out of you and maybe that emboldens him as he bites down and you cry out louder.

“I miss you,” he murmurs through his teeth, as a hand snakes through the leg of your pajama shorts and finds its way to your wet hole. Your eyes clamp shut as he enters, using his other hand to press onto your back, dipping you backwards ever so slightly for better leverage. His lips follow you, kissing softly, the strands of his hair brushing against your bare chest.

It’s unfair that he talks to you while you’re in this vulnerable position, where when you open your eyes, his eyes are soft and his cheeks are flushed even if you are more flustered under his touch. 

“I m-missed you more,” you admit before he kisses you, fingers still teasing your hole to prep you for what he plans to do next. It’s a hungry, head-spinning kind of embrace, one that is almost too consuming, where the end goal is to leave you desperate for him, not air. The fact that you start to rut against his fingers as you try to breathe through his kiss only encourages him more.

He withdraws his fingers so that he can carry you while your fingers find their way into his hair. He moves through your home as though it belongs to him (and perhaps it does), barely looking as he peppers your face with kisses.

He’s smiling now, the tension is lifted now that you’ve surrendered, now that your back is laid on your mattress and your legs are open for him to kneel in between and check your wetness with the stroke of his tongue.

Your hands are still twisted into his hair and you pull as he ventures deeper, your legs tightening around his face as your muscles tense.

“Ah… Kei~”

His tongue deeps even further into your hole and your back arches.

“Kei!”

He forces your shaking legs apart and raises them to the ceiling and goes still deeper, enough that he can feel you start to seep even more onto his face. You can feel him grin against your pussy but it’s nothing compared to the wave of pleasure that overcomes you as your walls clench around nothing. 

“Fuck, at least ease me in if we’re going to be doing this,” you whine breathlessly once you’ve recovered, but he kisses your pussy lips one more time in response and laughs, the deep chuckle in his voice making your heart flutter.

“That was easing you in,” he insists, as he hastily kicks off his pants and readies himself at your entrance.

There’s something about that sentence that makes you swallow hard and he laughs again as he leans over you, hooking your legs over his shoulders and kissing your forehead.

“Promise you’re not gonna cry?”

His cock twitches at your entrance, thick and heavy. You cry almost every time so you’re not gonna make any promises.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you pout.

He smiles devilishly and lets his hands rest on your cheeks, thumbs brushing at the dark circles under your eyes. You realize you’re not wearing makeup and you’ve been having a bad bout of breakouts recently, and you can’t remember the last time you plucked your eyebrows, and grow embarrassed. He kisses your forehead again.

“Stop worrying,” he whispers softly.

Baji reads you disgustingly well.

Your face warms, but then you gasp as Baji’s expression shifts suddenly to seriousness and the head of his cock pushes past your entrance. He groans ever so slightly as you clutch the bedsheets besides you and bite your lip, tolerating the stretch as he forces its way in. 

“Fuck, you’re tighter than usual,” he hisses as he pushes in another inch, and you can feel the tears already starting to well in your eyes. His left hand finds yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, raises it above your head, as he presses his right palm onto the mattress for leverage as he thrusts the rest of his cock in almost savagely. 

He swallows your whimpers and cries in another kiss, cooing soft praises as he presses his body against yours. He pulls your other hand up above your head in the same way, pinning you comfortably to the bed.

“You do such a good job, pretty baby, taking my cock like this.”

You nod, slowly, squirming just a bit as your body adjusts to his size and warmth and the soft twitches inside you that nudge at your walls. You beg him to move.

“I’m okay now, I’m ready,” you softly prompt him. He won’t move unless you ask him to, but once you ask him to, his pace is first gentle, then brutal, until the headboard creaks treacherously with every movement. 

Your boyfriend - is he your boyfriend again? Your brain is too hazy to decide - is unnecessarily strong and you know you’re going to feel this come the morning. But you’d never ask him to slow down, even when he presses your legs down even further so that you’re nearly folded in half.

Baji curses repeatedly as he fucks you and you are louder still, but it’s a language you both understand. You fight often, you fuck just as often, and when he spills into you with a shudder, then rolls over, carrying you so that your spent body rests on his sweaty figure, you remember there’s no one else you’d rather be with. 

Even if you hate him as much as you love him, you are contented with the fact that he’ll always come back to you.

“I love you.”

He tells you first, and he tells you constantly. The feeling of his hands rubbing against your back as he holds you close is home.

“I love you too.” You mean it. You always have.

Maybe you can be patient one more time.

[moemammon]

An MC that steals clothes to the point where they have more of the boys clothes than the boys do

Big Boyf hoodies

The Demon Bros react to MC Stealing their Clothes!

Lucifer

You have ten seconds before you're subjected to a vibe check

Jk, Lucifer MIGHT be okay with you wearing his clothes, depending on his mood. If he's got things to do, you'd best leave his stuff alone

Otherwise, the sight of you walking around wearing that huge fur coat of his is enough to put him in a much better mood for the rest of the day. Maybe he won't beat Mammon's ass today after all? 🤔

As long as you keep his fancy coat clean, he's happy. He might even start "accidentally" leaving things out for you to get to, and his ego inflates tenfold when he sees you've found them.

He'll tease you a little bit about it, asking "Did you miss me so much that you had to wear my clothing?"

Mammon

Bruh???? Where the hell did his jacket go-

He tossed it in the dryer and now it's gone! Time to destroy his room in the search-

And that's when he sees you walking around wearing it, like it's no big deal. You haven't even spotted him yet but boy is he staring

He doesn't even have a CHANCE to think about being mad at you, because you chose to wear his clothes specifically. His ego? Through the roof. Definitely considers buying you things to match what he wears.

Now everyone knows you're HIS human! He'd never let anyone else wear his stuff, after all! "You're the one that's been takin' my jacket?? Well.... I guess it's only natural that ya wanna wear the Great Mammon's clothes! S-so don't go takin' it off, ya hear?!"

Levi

The normie??? Is wearing HIS clothes??? Specifically the Ruri-chan shirt he sleeps in?????

The fact that you went out of your way to get them... He doesn't know if he's horrified or honored, but he's definitely somewhere in the middle considering the look on his face. And honestly he's so damn shocked that he thinks his heart might explode.

This is LITERALLY an epic gamer anime moment. When the male protagonist finds his lover/love interest wearing one of his oversized shirts.... m-moe...

He can't even look at you directly, so he has to do it through his camera lens. Did you really think he wouldn't fill up his entire phone's memory bank with photos of you? Think again. Maybe if he leaves some cosplay out, you might wear that too..?

"Wh-Huh? O-o-of course I knew you took my shirt! There's no way I wouldn't notice. B-But you don't have to take it off! I mean... you can keep it if you want... I have three more."

Satan

Satan doesn't know how to wear a coat properly anyway so it's no wonder you took it, to show him how it's done one sleeve wearing ass

It didn't take detective Satan very long to find out where it'd gone, because he soon spots you wearing it.

You're sitting in an armchair with his coat draped around you, clearly content and comfortable with your newly acquired clothing.

And he pauses, just outside of your line of sight so he can compose himself. He’d be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat when he saw it draped over you. It made him want to gather you up on his lap and keep you there forever.

Instead, once he's calmed down, he rounds the corner to question you about it. "If you were cold, why didn't you tell me? Here, let me sit next to you. Ah, you can keep the coat on. It suits you."

Asmo

This is literally all he's ever wanted tbh. He's not even surprised that you want to try on his clothes, because?? They're HIS.

But he's gushing about it forever. He's so quick to snap a million photos of you and posts them to devilgram, sets it as his home and lock screen, maybe prints a couple of photos to keep-

You never hear the end of it. Whether you were trying to be covert or not, he's got you and he's never letting go.

He'll literally give you the clothes he thinks will suit you best, and gushes over the say they compliment you.

"It's like having my own doll to dress up! You don't know how happy I am to put my clothes on you~! Shall we buy matching outfits? Or maybe... you prefer that they belong to me~?"

Beel

Beel can be a little forgetful, so sometimes he misplaced his jacket. He always finds it in the end, either through his brothers or his own means, so he's completely stumped when he's looked everywhere and STILL can't find it. And he's starting to get hungry again, so now he's more interested in going to the kitchen.

Then he finds you exiting your room, rubbing the sleep of your afternoon nap from your eyes. You don't seem to notice him and just quietly wander past, wearing Beel's jacket.

He doesn't even stop you, just watching you go before he's suddenly forgetting all about his hunger pains, and more interested in quietly following you like a dog.

You both end up in the kitchen, and he's still watching over you happily while you eat some chips. Don't mind him while he uhhhhh picks you up and takes him to his room so he can hold you lmao

"MC.... did you have my jacket this entire time? I was looking for it. Oh, I'm not angry or anything, I like seeing you wear it. You should do that more often."

Belphie

He realizes that you took something so fast-

Belphie may be able to sleep anywhere, but he has to be comfortable enough for it. That comfort usually comes in the form of his jacket, so when he discovers it's missing and has looked everywhere, he gets a little agitated.

Grumpy boy goes to find you to force you to take a nap with him until he feels better, and discovers that you're guilty. But his annoyance is replaced by pride when he sees how comfortable you look, napping away in his jacket.

He's not letting you keep it of course, but he's sure there's something else he can let you wear instead. Part of him is convinced you're only wearing it because it's comfortable, while the other part wonders if you're wearing it because it's his...

So he pokes your face until you wake up, and demands an answer. "You took my jacket without asking, huh? I couldn't sleep a wink because of you.....If you wanted to feel like I was with you, you should've just went to my room. Scoot over, I'm joining you."

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[lacharcutiere]

happy accidents

[16+. bokuto, kuroo, atsumu, oikawa & terushima]

tings // pregnancy, fluff // the boys react to accidentally getting u pregnant at a young age. all are 18-20ish. also hehe check out my latest fic, written for the #ukai nation stoner collab :)

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bokuto kōtaro

he’s completely terrified, like, shitting himself over what your parents will think of him now, how he’ll manage to take care of a family between constant practices and going away for games and you being in school. he’s so scared. but there’s not a single moment where he’s not bursting with excitement either—it’s way too early for you to start a family; you’re both kind of still kids in your own minds, but it’s something he wants with you anyway and “if it’s gonna happen now then i guess it’s happening now” (his words as he rocks back and forth and hyperventilates on ur bedroom floor lmfao)

kuroo tetsurō

one of those people that goes so calm and quiet that it’s almost scarier than if he were just screaming or crying or something. you sit him down and tell him and he’s like, “oh. okay,” and stares into space for a good couple minutes before you figure he’s not going to snap out of it himself. if you haven’t told your parents yet, he insists that he tell them because in a way it is his fault that you’re pregnant and he wants them to know that he’ll take responsibility for everything. (also hello you have enough to worry about yourself, he figures that if they’re gonna be mad it’s the least he can do to have them direct it at him)

miya atsumu

when you tell him he’s pacing back and forth with his head in his hands and going “what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do,” over and over. he’s joked some about making you a mama while you’re still young but he never thought it would actually happen and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he might actually ghost on you for a couple days after you tell him, not because he’d ever imagine leaving but because he’s so scared of what’s happening. he will show up at your house crying and feeling terrible about it after tho. tbh even with the pregnancy hormones he’s probably still more unhinged than u. is excited about getting to be a dilf.

oikawa tōru

he cries when you tell him, and even he doesn’t know if it’s out of fear or joy. he’s actually secretly been wanting a baby for a while but obviously high school is not a good time to have kids and now you’ve got school to worry about and he’s got his whole career, and he didn’t wanna stress you out with even more decisions and responsibilities. but. uh. now it’s happening. pregnancy is a v long and arduous time and it really sucks that he can’t be right there with you through every second of it but he’s trying his best, and once the baby comes he puts his whole life on hold for probably a couple months at least because to him, having his child know that they’re his first priority is so so important.

terushima yūji

ah, the fuckboy. he’s so quick to step up and do whatever’s needed whether it’s talking it out with your parents, staying with you to make sure you’re doing okay, picking up a second job, whatever. you know he’s not at all what he seems, but even you have never seen him like this before. for him, the fear doesn’t set in so much until the baby’s actually born because in his mind that’s what makes it real. he spends all his free time with the kid, reading to them (he’s v adamant about the benefits of reading to babies), changing diapers, n talking to them (he’s one of those parents that talks to their kid like an adult and it’s super funny)