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creative-caramel-coffee · 22 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 7

Summary: As the party dies down the avengers spend some time bonding and peter joins them for the team bonding.

TW: Alcohol (that’s it I think)

Words: 2196

A/n I finally found time to write again and so I present to you this band new chapter \(>u<)/. Enjoy. Also, I know I said I would post it as one long chapter but … ig I lied? We are getting to the secret reveal soon. Only about one or two more chapters until we find out what the Parker’s are hiding. I’m so mad cuz I wrote the next chapter, but it didn’t save so I have to rewrite it which is why I’m just posting what I have here and why it’s taken so long sorry guys.

After you were led around and introduced to some more people Wanda and Nat led you back to the small area from before with a couple couches. By now the party had begun to die down with most of the guests, or who peter referred to as Stark Industries NPC’s, leaving for the night.

As you settled on a couch with the others it was now just the team, most of which you had been introduced to by now. Some introductions had been rather short but yo were working with these people so you would defiantly have time to get to know them better. Some of them you would be even living with.

The night had been a success for the most part. Earlier Thor had arrived along with his promise of asgaurdian liquor. After consulting with JARVIS it was confirmed that your metabolism was a match to Steve’s meaning you could stomach the god’s alcohol without getting poisoned.

This had of course led to you getting properly drunk or at least on the way to it, for the first time since the bite. Unfortunately, Nat had caught onto your plan rather easily and cut you off much to your displeasure.

Now with the team spread out across the couches, most with a drink in had or some assortment of fruity cocktail the banter had picked up as the music had died down and the guests all left.

“So, spider-kid whats your story?” Bucky asked and you adjusted your position on the couch suddenly feeling a little nervous with all eyes now on you. You felt a hand squeeze yours as you looked over, seeing wanda giving you an encouraging nod from where she held your hand beside you on the couch.

“Not much different to Peter.” You said.

“But somewhat different, right?” Sam said.

“Well … yeah.” You shrugged. “Same old spider bite, different powers, different life choices.” You said with a vague noncommittal shrug.

“So, where you been all this time?” Steve asked in a kind way.

“Queens.” You shrugged. “Small apartment, big rent, crap job until I started my own business, then I was planning on moving but you guys decided to level my apartment block to save people.” You shrugged.

“Sorry about that.” Steve said.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.” You grinned sipping the soft drink Nat had given you instead of alcohol.

“Hey, I let you live here, didn’t I?” Tony said with a grin.

“But you did kind of destroy all her stuff Mr stark.” Peter said from where he had snuck in and sat down unnoticed.

“Hey, you're not supposed to be at these.” Tony said. “And I bought her new stuff.”

“Its just the team Mr Stark nobody else is here. Can I stay please?” Peter begged looking at you to back him up and pouting when you threw your hands up.

“I don’t know May said no alcohol.” He begun and suddenly May piped up making stark jump.

“Its fine Tony, just don’t give him any and keep an eye on him.” She said from where she was sat with pepper.

“Jesus woman. I forgot you were here. Don’t scare me, I have a heart condition you know.” Tony said as somewhere in the background sam continued laughing at him.

“Pepper said I could stay the night, and we could have a girl's day tomorrow.” May said grinning.

“Sounds like some shenanigans I want nothing to do with. I assume it will be at my expense.” Tony said sounding amused.

“Of course.” Pepper said.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” May added.

“I’ll drink to that.” Nat said and raised her glass.

As everyone took a swig of their respective drinks you realised why peter liked it so much here. It was a family. A real family. Sure, May did her best and you would always have a special bond only blood could give but this was the goofy family you never had.

“Wait so I’m confused, is she an avenger or not?” Clint asked seemingly asking the question on everyone’s mind.

“Can I answer that one Mr Stark.” Peter piped up.

“Sure kid.” Tony said.

“Welcome to the team Y/n/n.” Peter said with a big grin.

“Really?” You asked feeling this was all very offical.

“Damn right kid. We’d be stupid to not add another spider to the team.” Steve said with a smile.

“Plus, I already made you a suit. Ai and all.” Tony said.

“Thanks, tony.” You said with a big smile plastered across your cheeks.

“I have just one question…” Sam said with a shit-eating grin.

“What is it Mr Falcon?” Peter asked missing the look on Sam’s face.

“Who’s stronger?” Sam finished looking curious. “We already know spider boy is stronger than capsicle. But what about the other spider?” A few nods went around the room before Bucky spoke up.

“Arm wrestle.” He posed and you looked over at peter, flashing him a grin as he slouched in his seat.

“Ok.” You said and peter nodded.

Everyone crowded around the coffee table as peter and you sat down on the floor face each other.

“Standard rules. Ready?” Steve said as both you and peter positioned your arms on the table. Steve placed his hand over your clasped fists.

“Don’t break the table this time.” May said loud enough for people to hear and peters cheeks heated up while you snickered.

“3… 2 … 1… go!” Steve let go of your hands and straight away it begun leaning towards a win for you. Peters arm was shaking as he tried to fight back. With barely an inch between peters hand and the table the position flipped.

You were sure people had placed bets by now. Nat and Sam were cheering you on while Bucky had yet to forget the incident at the airport and placed his bet on peter.

You were on the defence now, with peter bringing your hand almost back up to the midway point. As it began to tilt in a bad direction for you with a burst of strength you slammed peters hand down on the table winning the match. Sam cheered and Nat smirked.

Standing up and brushing off invisible dusty from your lap Nat came to your side and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“My victor. Thanks for the easy twenty I just made.” She said and your cheeks were blazing as you retreated to your seat from earlier as everyone went back to their places.

“But can the spider's sister also lift the hammer?” Thor boomed as he patted your brother's shoulder while peter smirked. Everyone knew peter could wield the magical asgaurdian hammer.

You looked at Thor with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Is that a dare big man?” You asked with a grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“And if it is lady Parker?” Thor asked with a challenging tone.

“Well, if it is I never back down from a dare.” You said the look on your face never faltering.

“Then it is a date lady Parker.” Thor said removing his hand from Peter’s shoulder and clapping them together and rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“Ready to look like an idiot spider boy?” You asked looking at Peter who was starting to loose his confident look. He knew you had a heart of gold.

By now all eyes were on you, Peter and Thor.

“Alright pointbreak I put two hundred on the girl spider.” Tony said.

His words catching you off guard as you took a sip of your drink making it go down the wrong way as you choked and coughed. Making a few people laugh.

“Dollars?” You exclaimed once you got your breath back.

“No, I meant seashells.” Tony sassed rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that.” Bucky said. “I say she can’t get it to budge.”

Soon there was a chorus of voices as everyone places their bets. Tony had, at some point, gotten Jarvis to start taking notes of who bet what and how much.

Once all the bets were done all eyes turned back to you and Thor.

“Alright lord of lightning.” Tony began, “where’s the magic screwdriver.”

“One second.” Thor boomed. Holding out his hand the sound of breaking glass came from across the compound before the hammer smashed through the wall and slotted perfectly into Thor’s open fist.

“Thor! I told you to stop doing that.” Tony said as he dispatched the iron legion to fix the hammer shaped holes in the walls.

“Apologies Stark it appears I have forgot again.” Thor said looking sheepish and slightly tipsy from the alcohol he brought from his home realm.

Before anyone else could complain about the new holes in the wall Thor places the hammer down on the table. Peter’s smirk began to waver at the look of confidence on your face. Yet internally you were nervous. Were you about to make yourself look like an idiot in front of everyone?

Taking a deep breath you attempted to steady your nerves. Thor brandished a hand in the direction of the hammer, inviting you to pick it up.

Steeling your nerves and steaming the quake in your hands you reached out and brushed your hand over the cool leather that the handle was bound in.

Taking a breath, you wrapped your fingers around the hilt and gently began to tug. The hammer moved as if it weighed nothing more than a few feathers. A collective noise halfway between a cheer and an audible groan came from the spectators as people either made or lost money on the events of the past few seconds.

You tossed the hammer lightly in the air as it spun a full three-sixty before you caught it again by the hilt.

“Lady Parker congratulations are in order.” Thor said looking giddy as he found another person who could wield the hammer. You had a wide grin on your face feeling pretty special for once.

“Why exactly?” You asked not entirely aware of the legend that surrounded your actions.

“Oooo she don’t know.” Sam said before Bucky lightly slapped him to get him to shut up. Sam glared at Bucky as he rubbed his arm, Bucky however seemed unaffected as he shrugged unapologetically at Sam who poked his tongue out at Bucky who pretended not to see.

“Well, lady Parker, they say those who wield the hammer are fit to rule Asgard.” Thor said and you looked excited for a second before groaning.

“What is it?” Wanda asked feeling the slight annoyance and hesitation rolling off your psyche.

“Ew…” you muttered shivering dramatically.

“What?” Nat said reiterating Wanda’s earlier statement.

“I don’t wanna be eternally ruling alongside my little brother. He’d probably need to be babysat the whole time.” You whined making everyone chuckle while peter looked offended.

“I don’t need babysitting.” Peter piped up.

“Kid I had to put an AI in your suit to babysit you after a building fell on you. She’s not wrong.” Tony said and Peter frowned.

“Hey, you gave me one too.” You protested.

“That’s to help you, it doesn’t have snitch programs in it.” Tony said smirking at Peter.

“Yeah, plus I use Jarvis to babysit Tony.” Pepper said smirking over the rim of her wineglass as she took another sip.

“What?!” Tony spluttered. “Hey Jarvis! Is this true?”

“No boss.” Jarvis said not missing a beat.

“I programmed him to say that.” Pepper said adding her two cents.

“It that true j?” Tony asked again.

“No boss.” Jarvis said

“Liar.” Tony grumbled.

May and pepper giggled as they clinked glasses, those two always seemed to be causing trouble. They had gotten quite close after Tony had reduced peppers hours for stark industries, claiming she worked too much and needed more time to “have a life” as he put it.

Naturally Pepper had taken to spending more time with May whilst Tony mentored Peter which had resulted in their wine and cheese club that met whenever Peter came over for his mentorship with Tony. Natasha was known to join on occasion as she knew everything that happened in the tower and would never say no to expensive and more importantly free wine. Wanda joined but it was few and far between that she frequented the club. Often, she was busy doing her own thing and lately she had been too busy spending time with you.

Your only concern was May telling Pepper about … things and then pepper telling Tony who would no doubt end up telling everyone in the tower. For now, you just wanted things to be normal, or as normal as they could be right now.

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sanjisboyfie · 11 months

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one piece smau: married to doflamingo edition

- it's all just male reader humbling doffy sorry guys (the man needs to b humbled anyway so i dont rlly see a problem)

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puppeteerdoffy: he doesn't like when i manspread for some reason i thought people thought it was hot 😕

tagged: notapuppet.[name]

notapuppet.[name]: there's nothing hot about being an inconvenience grow up

-> puppeteerdoffy: but i thought you loved everything i did :3

-> notapuppet.[name]: pls don't ever use that emoticon again. that doesn't suit you at all

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micorazon: it's a shame no one taught u manners in knowing that this is just flat out gross

-> notapuppet.[name]: i obviously chose to marry the wrong donquixote, i have many regrets in my life

-> micorazon: it's alright, affairs are always possible

-> puppeteerdoffy: rosinate, i'm gonna skewer you alive.

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baby555: calling all sigma males !!! the key to being a business tycoon, according to donquixote doflamingo himself, is being a gay man completely in love with your husband

tagged: notapuppet.[name] and puppeteerdoffy

puppeteerdoffy: he could walk me like a dog and i'd thank him

-> baby555: he already does.

pikapica: this post could singlehandedly stop the sigma male epidemic from spreading further

-> vergolikessteak: that...or make it worse

-> diadiamonte: it's definietly gonna make it worse

notapuppet[name]: the so called business tycoon's actual secret to being successful is that i'm the one managing all the business guys pls don't b fooled

-> baby555: this is also true. thank u for keeping our business afloat and away from the hands of the creep doffy <3

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-> puppeteerdoffy: now there's no need to lie and take all of the credit that isn't even yours

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puppeteerdoffy: appreciation post for him - even though he's a fucking liar <3

tagged: notapuppet.[name]

baby555: lover's quarrel for all the public to see

notapuppet.[name]: idk what that caption even means, but edit it before i die your hair black in your sleep babe

-> puppeteerdoffy: no.

-> vergolikessteak: i know his ass was shaking in fear when he typed that reply

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-> notapuppet.[name]: hold on no fucking way ur talking abt my comment on that post from yesterday??? ur done mf.

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notapuppet.[name]: the back of your head is at the front of my mind, maybe i'll crack it open just to see what's inside

tagged: puppeteerdoffy

diadiadiamonte: doffy is so fucked LMFAOOAO

trembletrebol: this sounds exactly like doffy is abt to say goodbye to his blonde hair tn

-> notapuppet.[name]: he most definitely is <3 appreciating his blonde hair one last time for u all to see

-> pikapica: it's okay he needed a change of appearane anyway

senorpinkloveshiswife: such romance!! praying for u tn doffy <3

puppeteerdoffy: thanks for the worry guys, but nothing is gonna happen to me tn.

-> notapuppet.[name]: the world will be watching my next post tmrw morning

-> puppeteerdoffy: i love you, too, my entire world. so lucky to have such a loving husband as you to keep me in check and hold me accountable

-> baby555: LMFAOOAOAO

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notapuppet.[name]: guys what do u thinkkkkk he loves itttt

tagged: puppeteerdoffy

pikapica: he looks quite pissed

dr.law: LMFAOAOAOOA BOZO GOT OWNED IN HIS FUCKING SLEEP, WHAT A FUCKING LOSERRRRRRRR!!!! thank u [name], from the bottom of my heart for humiliating this fool

-> notapuppet.[name]: no problem law <3

baby555: at least he looks less like a creep w black hair

-> notapuppet.[name]: that's what i told him, but he refused to listen to reason

puppeteerdoffy: i will repent for my sins for the rest of my life, my love

-> trembletrebol: this is definitely a dynamic you two have.

notapuppet.[name]: he looks sexier with black hair anyway idk

-> puppeteerdoffy: suddenly, i love my black hair, i should have been born with black hair, i wish i could have black hair forever.

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notapuppet.[name]: i love doffy so much guys pls don't get it twisted he just needs a humbling every now and then

tagged: puppeteerdoffy

puppeteerdoffy: you're gonna make it up to me later.

pikapica: thank u for being the one to humble him, but either way, i hope u two have fun on ur resort trip!

baby555: lord knows how badly [name] needed this trip after how much doflamingo torments him. every. single. day.

-> notapuppet[name]: you always understand my struggles, i appreciate this

micorazon: have fun don't have too much sex

-> puppeteerdoffy: who do you think you're talking to ???

diadiadiamonte: enjoy your getaway trip bosses!

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puppeteerdoffy: can't wait to make him a dad

tagged: notapuppet[name]

notapuppet.[name]: aww this is so cute ( i don't trust your ability to take care of children yet, but we can start with getting a dog or something babe)

-> puppeteerdoffy: u say this as if me babysitting law for a majority of my life didn't make him turn out fine

-> dr.law: i literally hate u and wish we never met???

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micorazon: awww these are such cute photos

-> puppeteerdoffy: fuck off my instagram u freak

baby555: a shame that a man as attractive as [name] is stuck with u for life

-> dancingviolet: a man that's good with kids>>>

-> puppeteerdoffy: do i have to block everyone off of my page what is up with you guys

notapuppet.[name]'s story:

smacked his ass after taking this photo

puppeteerdoffy replied to your story: i have a reputation to uphold yk?? ur so lucky i love u more than anything.

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black-occamy · 8 months

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It is a good time to panic!

Written for @goodgodfathersiriusblack Fest - however please note that in this AU wizards are not pretending to follow any form of christianity. Also, in this AU everybody lives HAPPILY, because I said so. To learn more about Fey-parents check this post. 2.2k words, rated T, Occamy-verse AU

He needed to hide. Now.

Harry burst into the Quidditch changing room, breathing heavily. Quick look around ensured that no one was in. He nearly threw the Firebolt onto the rack and stopped. It was too recognisable. If he left it here, anyone would know where he was hiding.

It took him just a moment of hesitation and a sound of voices from the outside to reach a decision. Holding the broom close to his chest, he squeezed inside of the storage locker and quickly shut the door.

The voices grew nearer. He peeked through the cracks in the locker door, but no one was entering the changing room. Harry took a deep breath in and out through his nose. Then, with a bit of difficulty, he slid his hand into the pocket of his robe and fished out his smartphone.

Four PM. Sirius should be alone at home at this time. He bit his lip and selected “Padfoot” on OwlChat. (Read more on AO3 or below)

“Need help”

The message made a whooshing sound and Harry quickly muted his phone. He stared at the screen for a couple minutes, trying to ignore Ron’s voice that was quite clearly calling his name. He almost jumped when the three dots appeared on the bottom of the screen.

“What’s up?”

He started typing, but Sirius on the other end of the chat was faster.

“U ok?”

“Where R U?”

“B there in 5?”

Harry groaned inwardly. He probably shouldn’t have started with a call for help. He added quickly:

“Need advice”

The dots seemed to hesitate for a second.

“🤙 or 🔮?”

Harry grinned. Crystal ball emoji was Sirius' go-to sign for talking through their enchanted mirrors.

“Cannot talk, kinda hiding rn”

“🤫 spell?”

It was a nice way for Sirius to suggest Muffliato without actually typing the word in the chatbox, Harry thought. They’ve discovered a while ago that whenever his Fey-father actually spelled a spell, their phones would simultaneously restart. Even Auntie Gem didn’t have that effect on electronics.

“🤙 1 sec”

Ron’s voice seemed to move further away now. Harry peeked again around the empty changing room and whispered the incantation. A soft murmur of the magical energy filled the locker and hung in the air like a buzzing of tiny, invisible wings.

He rested his back against the back of the closet and held the phone in front of him, selecting a video call. Sirius’ face came up on the screen almost instantly.

“Harry! Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, sorry,” he whispered. “Kinda. I mean, I’m not in any danger, if that’s what you’re asking.”

His Fey-father’s eyes measured him up and down through the screen.

“You sure? Where are you?”

“Uhm… Quidditch changing room.”

“Inside a locker?”

Harry hesitated for a second. “Yeah… how did you…?”

“Long story,” Sirius chuckled and his grey eyes lit up a little. “You’re not the first one to hide in those, believe me.”

Somehow he wouldn’t think to doubt Padfoot about a thing like this.

��So, what do you need, kiddo?”

Harry bit his lip. For a moment he considered saying something along the lines of ‘nothing really, all is fine’, but decided against it. Sirius waited, concern written all over his face. Well, nowhere to fall but in.

“When did you realise…?” Harry began and stopped, looking for the right words.

“Realise what?”

“Uh… well…” He felt his cheeks reddening. “Um… that you fancied guys and girls the same?”

Sirius stared at him for a second or two, before a grin spread across his face. “That I was bisexual?”

“Uhh, that’s the term, yeah?” The reddening was reaching his ears now.

“Wow, I… didn’t expect that kind of question, lemme think…” Sirius knitted his brows but Harry knew his expressions well enough by now to realise his Fey-father didn’t need the time to consider the answer. Red-hot sensation creeped onto his neck. “That would have been around sixth grade, give or take.”

“Sixth???” Harry stifled a horrified yelp.

“You okay there, kiddo?”

“That’s… that’s longer than I… I can’t wait that long, Sirius!”

“Hold on, hold on,” the screen shook for a moment and Harry realised that his Fey-father shifted his position in the armchair he was seated in to hold the phone more on the face level. “What do you mean, wait that long? What…?”

“The ball is next month!”

“Ball…?”

“I didn’t ask anyone yet, because I don’t know who to ask, and if I don’t know who I like, I will just make an idiot of myself…”

“Harry…”

“Sixth grade! What do I do until then? What did you do? How would I know if…”

“Just hold on a second, kid…”

“I can’t! I didn’t ask anyone, what if I end up without a date? What if I end up with the wrong date? What if they hate me? Or worse - what if they like me and I figure that ‘nah, I’m not into that gender’ later?” Harry nearly screamed the last part, before he remembered where he was. On his phone’s screen Sirius was waiting, a grin not leaving his lips.

“Ready to chat now?”

“It’s not funny, Sirius!” he growled and his Fey-father’s face straightened up.

“I know, kiddo. I’m not laughing at you, you just… caught me a bit by surprise, you know?”

Harry opened his mouth, but instead of saying more he just sighed. For a short while he and Sirius looked at each other through the screens. His Fey-father cleared his throat.

“Let’s start with what made you call me, okay?”

“I almost asked someone out,” he admitted glumly. “Nearly said it, but then I kinda panicked and ran here.”

“Okay, that’s something. Wanna tell me who that is?”

Harry shook his head.

“That’s fine, sure, sure… Bloke or gal?”

“Bloke,” Harry whispered under his breath and Sirius nodded.

“You like him?”

“I don’t know, Sirius, that’s the point!”

“Well, how does he make you feel, then?”

Harry hesitated. There were surely enough emotions he had and stupid feelings he felt, but even now, naming them was a struggle. “Messed up?,” he tried and Sirius grinned again.

“But in a ‘I wanna kill him one of these days’ kinda way or more ‘if we don’t have classes together soon I’m gonna die’ way?”

“Uhm…”

“It’s okay if it’s both, you know.”

“Why does it have to be so complicated?” Harry complained and his Fey-father shrugged.

“Because that’s emotions and we’re humans, Harry. That’s just how it is. You can be sure that this bloke of yours is messing his head about this thing just like you are now.”

“I doubt it and it’s barely helpful…”

“Well…”

A door on Sirius’ side of the call creaked open and Harry recognised Gemma’s voice in the distance.

“Oh, you’re on a call…?”

“Yep.”

Sirius’ hand covered the camera and the screen and Harry felt a sudden wave of gratefulness towards him. He still coughed out loud, “Uh, hi, Auntie Gem!”

“Harry?” Sirius stood up and turned the camera so that her face appeared in the view. She smiled at him with that small, reserved grin that he already found familiar. “Everything all right at school?”

“Yeah, yeah, all fine,” Harry noticed that Sirius’ head turned a little towards Gemma’s hair and his face softened for a moment. “Uhm…”

“We’ll continue that in the study, Gems, if you need the bedroom.”

“Yes, a change of clothes would be nice,” she moved away a little and pecked a small kiss on Sirius’ jaw for which - Harry knew - she had to rise to her tiptoes. “Run along then, boys.”

The view from the camera swirled. Sirius’ face came back after a moment as he walked down the corridor.

“You still there, kiddo?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where were we…”

“This whole thing being bloody complicated.”

His Fey-father chuckled. There was a creak of a door opening to another room. “Oh, occupied?”

“I was just finishing, Pads,” this time it was Lupin’s voice and Sirius’ hand again covered the phone. “Did I hear Gemma coming home?”

“You sure did.”

“Who’s on the phone then?”

“Hello, Uncle Remus,” Harry said out loud and stifled a small sigh. He wondered why he had even considered Sirius would be alone at Grimmauld Place.

“Harry! Is everything okay?” The camera was now showing faces of both men, Sirius’ arm wrapped around Lupin’s. Harry nodded.

“Yes, yes, all fine…”

“Very well then. Sirius, it’s your turn to cook today, by the way.”

“Again?”

Harry sniggered as Remus’ face disappeared and his steps moved away. Sirius took a seat at the desk, resting the phone against something.

“I swear it’s like I’m cooking every other day for those two,” he complained, rolling his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have made that stew for my birthday, Sirius,” Harry decided to point out, the memory of the dish making his stomach rumble. He realised he hadn't eaten since lunch because of the Quidditch training.

His Fey-father shook his head and sighed, “If only that was it, kiddo. Sorry for all the interruptions. Where were we again?”

Harry hesitated. For a brief moment his mind wandered back to his birthday feast and this time he wasn’t focused on the - unquestionably delicious - vegetable stew. He thought about these three adults that dragged him into their lives without a second of hesitation, whose own connection he had been watching all summer. Granted, at first Remus tried to pretend like there was nothing between him and both Gemma and Sirius. And at first Harry didn’t want to pry - after all, those were adult things he didn’t feel he should be a part of. Soon enough however, the moment the first full moon Sirius as Padfoot went to accompany Remus during his transformation, Aunt Gemma sat him by the kitchen table, and in short and simple words explained what polyamory was and why Lupin was hesitant for them all to reveal it. Harry remembered thinking then how messed up the society was to even care to barge into someone’s private life like that.

“Harry?”

He blinked, looking at his Fey-father again, at the concerned look in those grey eyes that he has already seen so full of joy and love over the summer.

“How did you do that?” He asked finally, thinking of the way Auntie Gem laughed at Sirius’ jokes and how, after all was explained, Remus’ shoulder served his Fey-father as a pillow over summer evenings.

Something glimmered in those grey eyes and Harry knew that without having to explain further he was understood. “Wish I could tell you, kiddo. Dumb luck, I suppose?”

“Well, that’s hardly something I can count on, can I?”

“Hardly, that’s for sure!” Sirius laughed. “Honestly though, Harry, if there was one successful set of guidelines on relationships then no one would ever be alone. I know that’s not the kind of advice you wanted to hear.”

“No kidding…”

“Tell you what,” Sirius leaned closer to the screen, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hum. “In the end it doesn’t matter at all if you’re bi, gay or straight, or anything in between. There’s no wrong way to love someone. It’s just how you act upon it that can be harmful, either to them or to yourself.”

Harry nodded slowly. There was something new in his Fey-father’s eyes, something much more solemn than he was used to.

“You’re a good kid, Harry. I know that and you should too. Just keep being mindful, both about the bloke you like and yourself, and you’ll be just fine. You’ll see.”

“Or the girl,” Harry added weakly and Sirius chuckled.

“She makes you feel all messed up too?”

“All sorts of messed up, yeah.”

“I know the feeling,” another grin brightened his Fey-father’s face and Harry couldn’t help but smile in return. “It’s all gonna work out in the end, kiddo.”

“That's crap advice, Sirius,” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. Somewhere in his left foot an itch began from being stuck in one position for too long. “But uhm… the other one kinda helps, I think. The being mindful one.”

“Glad to be of help, kiddo. Ready to step out of the closet?”

Harry cast a glance around, “The locker for now.”

“Baby steps,” Sirius grinned and winked at him. “Let me know how it goes later?”

“Sure will. Thank you, Sirius.”

“Any time, Harry.”

***

It was a couple hours later, when Harry was getting ready to go to sleep (after listening through the whole supper to Ron complaining about him ‘running away from the pitch as if it were dragons entering, not the Slytherin team’) that he picked up the phone to see a message from Sirius. It was uncharacteristically long.

"Harry, I talked to Gems and Moony (no deets, so don’t worry) and there’s one more piece of advice we can give you. Be yourself. You want the other person to love you for being you, not someone you pretend to be around them."

He grinned, scrolling further.

"I know I’d be scoffing on that kind of crap advice when I was your age, but trust us on that one, will you? We love you, kiddo. All three of us."

Harry rested his head on the pillow, staring at the OwlChat window on the phone he held above his head for a while. Tomorrow, he decided.

"Thank you for the advice, pack. You’re the best. Goodnight!"

Tomorrow he will go and invite his crush to a ball.

Thank you for reading!

#sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #occamy verse #good fey-father #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 hp fanfic #polyamory #ao3 oc fanfic #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

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boozye · 2 years

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do u like the new event!! w satan and diavolo... i was initially like "ugh another event so soon". but its cool that its focused on 2 characters instead of spreading the whole thing out for like 12!!

The screensaver has hit the corner, I HAVE THOUGHTS! But in short, I really like this new format, and hope it continues.

I agree with you, it's good that they are finally focusing on fewer characters, and I especially like that it's 2. Not only did we get more time with each of the 2, we get to see their dynamic as well! To me it's more interesting to see how 2 characters flow together rather than a group. And, I don't know, maybe I'm being forgetful or not far enough into the main story (Lesson 41) yet, but I don't remember we ever got so much SUBSTANCE of Diavolo and Satan's chemistry before. And nothing better than the brothers turning insufferable again to demonstrate.

It is also inteesting to get a little peek at the general feeling towards the brothers at RAD. At least a few of them are popular in a positive way. Beel is the captain of his sports team and presumably would have a few fans at least. Asmo should also be quite famous as an influencer. Yet the HOL pinpoints right away that, of them, it will be Satan and Lucifer who people at RAD feel more grateful towards.

I forget how self serving Beel can also be.

I wonder if it's proof of Diavolo's disconnect from the rest that he didn't figure out this would turn into another free for all. He seems to have a very idealistic image of everyone 🤔 he does step up to try to solve the issues though, becoming a competitor to Satan.

Then... MC becomes the key to win, and I think that's when things get even more interesting!

Two new rules. ☝️

Immediately broken, good job guys.

Anyways, to me the most gratifying interesting part is when Satan gets mad on MC's behalf.

He even turns into his demon form, and his speech changes, becoming more distant and biblical sounding maybe? Don't quote me on that...

Lucifer trusting Diavolo to handle his brother's wrath was also a nice bit of lore.

And I can't post any more images but the way Diavolo handled it peaked my interest. He never talked down to Satan or brought up his own status. He just reasoned with him. Kind of felt like baby talk but maybe that's the only way to reason with Satan when he's so enraged. l

At one point I though maybe the winner and focus of the golden path would depend on who MC says they think will win on the 1st half of the event. That would've been fun. But I liked the real resolution still. As disconnected as Diavolo can be, it seems Satan's outburst really made him see how negatively others could be affected. It was clever to give all of his stars to MC. I don't doubt that he wanted to, but it was also the most peaceful way to resolve the manner, with least likelihood for hard feelings afterwards. Diplomatic, even.

Satan spiraling in his room after his outburst was also a nice reminder that he can really disappoint himself this way.

"I think you are about the only person who worries about me. That being said, your worry is misplaced. Leave me alone."

"No good could possibly come out of being with me."

He's really down in the dumps about it, and I bet a reminder that an outburst could hurt MC crossed his mind.

The rest of this part is just pure fluff, very wholesome very sweet, looking into MC's eyes fills Satan with bliss and seems to wash away his rage, 10/10.

Now, Diavolo's part intrigued me.

This part is kind of hard for me to fully understand. But what I get is; he respects Satan's anger. He probably didn't even think it was wrong to get mad, just that destroying RAD would be counterproductive to his goals and everyone's happiness.

Over all yeah I enjoyed this event! I hope the following ones are just as interesting. This one helped me see Diavolo in a new light and now I appreciate him a little more as a character, since I'm not usually fond of him.

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sunlightandsuffering · 1 year

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A while ago you said you had a fwb somewhat angsty au in mind. Can you please share us a little bit about it? I'm so curious

oh my god lol, I have been talking about my friends with benefits AU since the dawn of time tbh 😂 I started it SOOO long ago, i'm sure i've posted it before but Ill post the snippet again for u lol. But basically I wanted childhood friends to lovers friends with benefits where Mikasa is a super rich girl, and Eren is her bestie, been together forever, off and on a lot bc Mikasa's family doesn't really approve. She goes to balls and big galas a lot and they want her to marry someone of similar status and altho Eren is a great guy, he's probably in trades or something, or just in school rn, not a lawyer or a doctor, or some super rich billionaire they have in mind. So they have like the same recurring fight and it's painful as fuck but this time Eren is kind of the simp can u believe??? LOL! And he's basically been chasing her forever! and he's not so sure he can handle the heartbreak anymore 🥲 i'm laughing tho bc i just reread all of it, and wow I made it so much more painful than i thought lol!

They’re laying together watching some romantic comedy that Mikasa chose, and she’s draped across him like his own personal blanket, wearing little to nothing as usual. His hands clamped around the curve of her waist, stroking up her sides, teasing her lightly. He knows how to work her up and when the movie changes to a love scene, he observes the first signs of her wanting him. She starts to squirm on top of him and buries her head further into his shoulder ignoring the movie entirely as the actors on screen start to go at it and Mikasa takes the opportunity to begin grinding on him. If they were wearing less clothes he could slip inside easily right now, and it would be bliss. Mikasa says exactly what he’s thinking, “Take your pants off?”

Neither waste much time and his sweats are pulled down just enough to release his throbbing cock and Mikasa slips her panties to the side before positioning her pussy over his dick and they both let out sighs of pleasure as he slides in. “Fuck.”

They don’t move much, content just to be connected and Mikasa lets out a soft little moan, “God it’s been a while.” “Who’s fault is that? I told you that fuckwad wasn’t worth your time.”

There’s an edge to his voice as he speaks and he hates it, but it’s hard to control when he considers her getting with someone else. She moans a little as she slowly begins to rock herself on him, “I just- I thought I’d give it a try—fuck.” She murmurs to herself as she rocks back farther and he bottoms out, his tip kissing her cervix and she bites the muscle of his shoulder, her eyes closing at the pleasure.

His own hands move to the plush cheeks of her ass to knead and spread them more as he helps her fuck herself on his dick.

“And what’s the verdict Miki?” “I’m not gonna try again, I’ve got you.”

A stab of pain cuts through the pleasure at her words, straight to his heart like pins and needles. His next question is cutting, savage, “Did you fuck him?” “Yeah, ate me out too, couldn’t make me come.”

This ignites the burning fire of jealousy and rage, and he doubles his efforts. “You’re not gonna do it again right? This is my pussy.” He slams into her roughly and she chokes on her next sentence. “Yeah, -ngh—Fuck Eren.” He grins as he begins to guide her movements more harshly and thrusts himself up inside her as far as he can from his position.

He tries not to think about how many times they’ve made this exact promise, and just how many times they’ve broken it. But fuck she feels good, her walls clenching around him every time he tries to pull out, tight and refusing to allow him to leave.

Sure, they fuck around with other people occasionally when they’re both pissed off like last week but for better or for worse, he’s the one she always comes back to, and it pleases him in a twisted way.

He’s the only one.

Except when he’s not.

Except when she’s out at a gala or a charity benefit with her family getting fucked in the bathroom by some douche canoe with more money than he knows what to do with. It doesn’t matter that he’s the one with her right now, carving out his place inside her, a hole no one else can fill, he’s reminded brutally that he has no permanent claim to her. They’re not dating, not married, engaged, nothing, they’re strictly friends with benefits.

It’s been years since they’ve started this arrangement and its never changed, no matter how much he wants it to or how many times she stabs the knife into his heart.

His pretty girl tucks a lock of hair behind her ear as she sits up, removing herself from his chest and holding herself over him instead, onyx eyes staring down his face before she goes in for a searing kiss as she spears herself on him again. God had he missed this when they were fighting. His tongue slides past her lips to tangle with hers before he takes her full bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.

His thrusting slows a bit and Mikasa lets out a whine into his mouth, but he wants to enjoy this, it’s been too long, and he wants to drag it out for as long as possible.

“Eren!” She whines impatiently, pulling away from his lips and he grins up at her, hands still holding her waist and gently rocking her back and forth. “Let me enjoy this baby it’s been weeks.” “Fine but only if you tie me to the headboard after.” “You got it Miki.”

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heleizition · 8 months

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DAMN not me being like whos cody and the plot post being like GODS FUCKING CLONE CHILD. tell me everything we love an apocalypse harbinger. also CAIN MY BOI poor baby needs that therapy. also the whole 'and god thought mh well i liked that lets try again'? chefs kiss. I Wish To Know The Past Lives by you categorised as kinda boring THING pls. does cain get a bestie? someone give this man a bigger support and luv system. also vik is a BABY? a former child. A BABY!! also W HA T is that fuckery with jasper tell me absolutely everything please

SHES MY FAVORITE WEIRDO GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES HOLY AND BRINGS A RELIGIOUS FLAVOR OF TERROR THAT I. CARE ABOUT <===== guy who was not raised religious at all idk why im so into it

so in the plot post i mentionned there's a memory thing. everyone remembers bits here and there of their past life, and usually demons mostly remembers bad things they did bc thats how u manipulate people into doing more things that are . not good. cody and jasper are the only ones with no memories of past life bc they were created in this realm, and had no past life. she has no idea she's god's soldier, They sent her down there mostly for Their own entertainement and everything she does is her own choice and will, even if god can "feel it" (which is why . they end up sending the whole lil family back on earth . for a chance to be happy. bc they feel cody's happiness.)

for the rest :

past lives ! um ill put lil warnings before. each lives.

Nell & Belly : tw for child abuse, sexual abuse and exploitation, adults not helping like they should lol

Nell and Belly (btw their full names are Nathanel and Anabelle) are born twins, nell just a few minutes before his sister. their mother died at birth which sent their father (an already not . good guy) into deep constant rage and pain . once they grow up a bit . i mean like. 7 or so. theres sexual abuse happening . and beatings. selling out his kids for a night for money. nothing fun. nell and belly get through it together until at like 16 nell (who's like, underfed, short, no muscles) snaps and stabs their dad over and over again .

nell only remembers this, killing his dad, with absolutely no context behind (protecting himself, protecting his sister, freeing them) so he thinks he used to be a Bad person. after that they get placed in the system, ig theres a trial but its ruled as legitime defense, and once they're 18 belly just. vanishes. they both deal very differently with what their whole life was, nell cant go on, can barely support himself, thinks he should have died right then, and belly flees from nell to find . somewhere where she can forget. she regrets it but nell dies before she can reconnect (not sure how, his death isn't rly whats important here,,, im thinking . so numb he can't rly recognize whats around him . walk in front of a car. yeah). belly struggles to have a happy life after that and ... im not sure how she dies yet. im thinking drowning bc its a thing that almost happens in the farm au....

as an angel, she doesnt remember much, because there wasn't much happiness in her life. also these two as twins have a bond that still connect them in angel/demon realm ! so they know the other exist and they remember once they meet !!

eden : tw for transphobia, drugs, suicide, abusive family ?

i'll go short w him bc it's not pleasant and it makes me sad <==== guy who MADE this backstory

eden is trans, always feels out of place as a kid, as a teen. his parents kick him out at eighteen bc they "can" and bc even if eden never said anything, they Know and don't want him in here. he has a friend who helps for a while, until the rumors spread about him being a ~ freak ~ and his friend is like. im sorry my parents cant let u impose in the house. anymore. : /// . eden is lost and desperate and doesn't know what to do, sells himself, gets into drugs to get through the days, finds out the days aren't worht getting through, kills himself. yay

he's one of the few who's always remembered his past fully,,,

LENA lena my BABYGIRL um tw for war mostly

this happens in a fictif medieval era lmao she's the princess of a kingdom, daughter of a kind king and queen, destined to rule, fighting among the army already, everyone loves her, except her small kingdom gets torn apart by another kingdom, not that much bigger, but with much greater military strength. the country gets torn apart before the army, the king and queen can do anything. the enemies arrive to the capital and lena doesn't even ask and joins the vanguard. she uses a sword at this point, get through enemies after enemies, and it looks like there's hope, until one of the enemy's captain reach her. it's a bit of a eowyn versus the nazgul vibe in lotr except lena doesn't win. she's slain, and slowly dies on hte battlefield with her beloved country burning, and the people she swore to protect screaming and dying.

she's very loved. i care her so much. she's my default when idk what to draw :3 she remembers being a loved princess, and slowly remember the last fight. it haunts her, the weight of losing this fight, that she couldn't do more, even if it's from a time long gone.

titania ummmm well theres grooming. witch hunt and betrayal.

i have to research the exact period titania's past happens, but its between late 1400 and early 1600s i think !

she loses her parents very young and thus, is cared for by the local church. there's a priest here who teaches her to use her looks and innocence as a way to get things, information, food, anything. once she's 13/14, he starts showing her the more physical way to do so.

she starts using sex as a way to learn things. she's the person who knows the most about anyone in the village. she's an important figure, one who's gifted things to keep silent, who gives her body in exchange for things to hang up against someone. she hates the priest who made her who she is . she couldn't have been something else, happier, lighter, but she's this, and she's too deep in to just stop.

she's too powerful, she knows too much, and when there's word in the village of a witch inhabiting it, they all turn to her. they have a way to get rid of her and the power she holds over them. she screams what she knows when she's brought to the center of the village, screams her hate of the priest who made her who she is, destroys everyone's nice little life because it cost hers. she dies burning, and everyone chooses to act like they never heard her in her final day.

she's the wise calm one who's actually full of anger and wrath. i love her a lot. there's this french song i love ("a witch like any other") which talks abt . women. women and men treating women like they're granted. and like. its a titania song. if u wanna give it a listen this version is amazing altho it's more powerful if u know french....

VIK UM OKAY not much tw here. it's just fucking sad. im a terrible oc parent. it's also heavily inspired by hell's girl season 3's protagonist past..................... it's basically that tbh SOEJFEFSJS

his mother and him are not allowed in the village. his mother is sick. he doesn't know it, he just follows his mother. she's kind and beautiful, gives him food and tells him stories. he's 4. they can't get in the village and he doesn't know why, so they find dry places in the woods to live. it's fun, it's everything he's ever known. one day his mother doesn't wake up, so he goes to try and find food by himself, to surprise her. when he's back, she's still not awake. she's stiff and cold, so he gives her his blanket and waits. days pass. he's hungry, he's thirsty, he's 5, he doesn't know anything, doesn't know how to go on, the usually places he finds bits of food are empty. it's colder and his mother hasn't moved since that day.

it's snowing. it's pretty. he wishes his mom could wake up and see it but he's starting to think that maybe she won't.

vik dies, age 5, in the forest, cold hungry and alone.

he doesn't remember anything, and his ignorance nd naivety makes him so much easier for noah to manipulate him. she doesn't mean to at first, she sees a child who could use some help, and she's always wanted a child. but they're at war, and sacrifices need to be made.

ABEL AND CAIN'S PAST ISNT CLEAR TO ME RN IM SORRYYYYY SOMETHING ABT ABEL BEIGN A RULER AND CAIN HIS SHADOW WHO KILLS FOR HIM YAGHHHHHH IDK MAN abel slowly remembering that he was a mercyless king who made his people suffer just like hte people he's trying to fight rn,,,,,,,,,,, honey

i don't have much planed for cain in tame of support rn im sowwy.................... i wanna work on it tho.......... i have a lot of secondary charactres that he could fit with...............

noah used to be a cool fearless pirate stealing rich people to give to the poor in her hometown mostly. finding strays and helping them. i love that for her . she was a good guy, a robin hood, and then her devotion to god fucked her up (aka hermit the frog by marina). she jst fights bc she thinks it will bring peace until she learns god was just Bored lol !!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't think i forgot anyone ? if i did i am sorry (bows down to my kids)

jasper's thing......................... well. there's always been experiments. trying to find a being Higher. jasper was created in a lab. then he and another kid, angel this time, were fused. the scar is most likely due to this . for the longest time jasper just thought he had a strong inner voice but it's this other kid (no name yet sowwy!!!!!!! im coming up with this on the spot actually which is why i like being asked abt them it makes me THINK). he's the only saved experiment from this. abel and cain had been sent to investigate on a demon who's part of the high council, but who some people thought was shady. he indeed was. they destroyed eveything (u don't toy with life) and found jasper. omg . they both kind of raised him . ohhhhhhhhhhhhh OHHHHHHH

anyway later in the story, belly and him are fighting opponent, belly is cool and strong but she almost dies and well . those two are in love and it makes jasper's inner angel wake up along with some new powers. not sure exactly what!!!! im thinking !!!! ok i gotta go grocery show now BE BACK SOON BC I SEE MORE THINGS IN MY INBOX

#ask me #the unwanted #<3 #jasper #cain #nell #belly #abel #cody #titania #lena #noah #think i got everything lol BRB

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tickle-page · 2 years

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“Tickle and ladders!”

🎃Tickletober day 4- games🎃

Lee: Inojin

Ler(s): Boruto, Shikadai, Mitsuki, Iwabae, Denki, and brief Metal Lee.

Using this post👇

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Inojin dosen’t know why he agreed to this, but he did. He had his arms strapped above him, stretched out w/ tape, while his legs are eagle spread straight out w/ tape. He was very vulnerable, but smthing deep down inside of him peeked his interest. Almost as if there is some sort of excitement building up inside of him.

What had happened was that Boruto had invited the boys to go camping with him, but they had their own little side bar, excluding out Inojin. Which means that they all planned out on what was gonna happen that night w/o Inojin’s knowledge bc they wanted it to be a “surprise” towards the blonde one. Shikadai being Shikamaru’s son obviously thought it was a drag to go w/ them, but he thought it would be a little fun to see his friend shriek, so he joined in as well.

They got to their camping trip, and set up their tents. Iwabae went to go get sticks for the fire, while the others was clearing the ground to put logs down and use them as chairs.

Hours went by and it started to get dark, so Shikadai helped them start a fire. They roasted their marshmallows, while telling Ghost stories.

Then the fun began. Ofc, everyone knows how insanely ticklish Inojin is, but the boys, his friends, knows how much he loves being tickled. It’s just the affection and a reason to laugh like an idiot that gets him so excited abt tickling. But the actions their abt to commit, has to be consensual or it wouldn’t be fun to them, and they just want Inojin to be comfortable while being tickled, they don’t want him to hate it.

“Hey, Inojin?” Boruto broke the silence, getting his friend’s attention.

“Mhm?” He had stuffed his mouth full with his s’more, finishing it so it wouldn’t melt in his hands.

“Do u want to play a game?”

“*cough*,” Inojin choked on his last bite of his s’more. He swallowed it, then looked up with furrow eyebrows and melted chocolate running down the side of his mouth. “What… kind of game?”

“It’s nothing in particular,” actually it is, “me, Shikadai, Iwabae, Metal, and Mitsuki, all made it up before we got here.”

Inojin has a hunch of what “game” it is bc they always like to either, poke his side, prod his thighs, or scribble his ribs. And it would happen atleast once a day by all of his guy firends. So it could be abt tickling, but he still wanted to ask what game it is.

“It’s a tickling game.” Boruto read his mind like he has telekinesis.

There it was, “it’s a tickling game” struck some part of him, down deep in his body. He doesn’t know if he should be worried, anxious, or excited that out of everyone here, they chose him to get tickled.

“Uhm…. Can-Can u explain… t-the rules?”

“Sure!” Boruto shot up eagerly, w/ a wide smile from ear to ear. Honestly, he was a little too excited to tickle his best friend. “So basically we have a dice, right? This dice has 6 sides, and what number the ler roles, is a minute of tickling.”

‘A minute? A… MINUTE?! I can’t even last 30 seconds, let alone 6 whole minutes! Maybe God would make me lucky and I’ll only get one minute each role, it’s a big leap, but worth a shot… right?’

Boruto continued to say the rules, “Then, we each have one body part per person. We put all of ur sensitive spots, which was everywhere, but we will only pull 6 parts because there’s only 6 lers here. Maybe u’ll get lucky and no one would pull ur extremely ticklish spot, only time will tell, yh? But here’s the catch, in order for u to not break free from our grasp, do we have permission to tape u down to the ground?”

‘I can’t believe he just casually asks me that! “Can we tie u down?” LIKE WTF?! I never been tied down while being tickled before, so I don’t know how I’ll react. Guess that’s y they asked me before they actually did it. I’m kinda eager to play this game ngl, so I guess I’ll give it a shot.’

“Sure, just stop when the timer gets done, got it?”

“Scouts honner,” Boruto put his hand on his chest, making a promise. “And only the person who roles the dice and body part, will do the tickling and/or teasing if they’re down for it. So let’s get started.” He pulled the tape out of his jacket pocket and taped the ponytailed boy to the ground.

His heart was racing, his chest was pounding, his breathing was dying down. He was a mess, and just by being tied up. He knows they’ll untie him if he says so, he just doesn’t want to get up yet.

“Ok, youngest goes first.” Boruto said

“Damn it, I’m last.” Iwabae cried.

“My birthday is, March 27,” Boruto.

“My birthday is, September 23,” Shikadai.

“My birthday is, October 20,” Safari didn’t say when Metal Lee’s birthday is, so I guessed.

“My birthday is, January 10,” It also didn’t tell me Denki’s birthday.

“My parent said my birthday was July 25,” Mitsuki.

They all looked at him perplexed, but didn’t care too much abt it. “Ok… So it goes Denki, me, Mitsuki, Shikadai, Metal, and Iwabae. Here Denki, u roll.” Boruto gave him the dice and the hat.

“I got 6!”

‘Damnit! And on the first try too! Things are not looking good for me.’

“I also got the neck,” Denki crawled over to Inojin’s twitchy head, and he pulled it back so he can reach all over his neck without him scrunching up.

“Oh God!” The blonde Lee cried out.

“Dw Inojin, I’ll go real slow so u can remember this moment.”

Boruto set the timer on his phone, “And… go!”

Denki swiped one finger up and down his front neck, lightly tickling his Adams apple.

The latter won’t give up that easily, though. It’ll take a lot for him to laugh out loud when his neck is being tickled. He scrunched up his face, and had his mouth puffed out like he was holding in a bubble like those elementary kids do in hallways, not to mention his face was beet red, and he had tears pricking the corners of his eyes due to him holding back his laugh.

“Oh? U won’t laugh? That just won’t do, now will it? I want to hear u beg for mercy.” For someone who is scared to stick up for himself, he knows how to tease ppl in the worst right way possible. He picked up his head and rapidly squeezed the back of his neck.

“AH!! Ahahhahahahahaha, no! Nohohohot there!! Plehehehehehease!!”

“Oh, I see now. The back of ur neck is way more ticklish than the front. I’m gonna put this to good use. Look how red ur neck and face is alr getting, and I’m just squeezing the back of this vulnerable area.”

“NOHOHOHOHO!!! Dohohohohon’t tease me, Dehehehehnki!”

“So ur weak to teases? Can u be any more cute?”

“5…4…3…2…1…” Boruto started to countdown, indicating how much time he had left to tickle the shit out of their best friend, then he finally stopped the timer. “0! Alr Denki, it’s my turn~”

The smart guy slowly put down the panting lee’s head, as to not hurt him, giving him enough time to breathe. “Let’s see, I rolled a… 4! And so got the body part: Knees!”

‘Knees? Knees?! Oh my god, when am I gonna get my least ticklish spot, like my palms, or my thighs?! I wish I never agreed to do this.’

Boruto sat on his thighs, facing his knees w/ his back towards the Lee in question. “U ready~?”

“No-“ he was cut off by the yellow haired ninja squeezing hard on his delicate joints. “AHAHAHAH!!! NOHOHOHO GOING EASY FIHIHIHIRST?!”

“Now why would I go easy on a ticklish person like yourself. These knees are itching for me to have my wiggly fingers dancing all over them. They want me to knead and scratch the delicate divots, and work my way up to where ur knees meet ur thighs, then back down, and to the back of them as well.” Holy shit, did Boruto… like… practice on how to tickle tease someone? Bc he’s doing a rlly good job for someone who doesn’t participate it degrading others.

“BOHOHOHOHORUTO?! HOW DID U GEHEHEHET SO GOOD AHAHHAT THIS!”

“We’ll, my dad would always tickle me, while my mom would always tease me, so I kinda learn from the best.”

“SHIHIHIHIT!”

“GASP! Did u just say a naughty word?~” Boruto slowed down his kneading to Inojin’s divots on both sides of his knees.

This gave him enough time to take back in all the air that was taken out of him, “Ahahahhaha… w-what?”

“Well, naughty boys gets punished.” He decided to scratch and claw all around the boy’s under knees, making sure not to leave any space untickled. “U need to learn ur lesson, Inojin. Do u kids ur mother w/ that mouth?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! STAHHAHAHAHAGAHAHP!!!”

“Well, ur not going to anymore, once I get done w/ u. U’ll be a walking deflated balloon. Ur gonna remember the time ur best friend tickled u senseless. Ur gonna remember the time, u actually enjoyed this playful touch.”

“JEEZ!!! WHENEHHEHEN IS TIME UHUHUHUHUP?!”

“In, 3…2…1…” Denki counted down, stopping the timer at 0. “Ok Boruto, it’s Mitsuki’s turn next.”

Boruto got off of his thighs, laughing while we was walking back to his post. “Curse u Bor-Boruto…”

“U won’t be saying that for long once I get my tickle starved finger back on those sensitive knees.”

“Ok, I rolled a… 4, and I got the… ribs.” Mitsuki walked over to him, placing himself onto the lee’s stomach. “I’m not hurting u, am I?”

“No, not at all.”

“Ok, good. Boruto? When does my time start?”

“Now.”

And as soon as the yellow haired ninja said that, the snake ninja dove into his blonde’s ribcage. He isn’t a talkative ler though, he rather focus on making the lee squeal.

“Eek! Mmm…Ke- Pfft- *huff*” Inojin tried w/ all his power to keep the laughs contained.

Once Mitsuki figured out what he was doing, he decided to cheat, well according to the artistic ninja he did. He used his electric shocks to zap the latter just enough for it to tickle not hurt.

“NAHAHAHHASH!!!! UR CHEHEHHEHEHEATING U CAHAHAHAHN’T USE UR JUTSU!!” If somebody wasn’t sitting on his tomach, he would’ve arched his back like the Noah’s ark.

“Well, we didn’t state any rules abt NOT using our Justu’s.” Boruto snickered in his hand.

“NAHHAHAHA!! UR SO MEHEHEHEHAN!!!”

“I’ll use more bolts to the electric shocks, if u think I’m being mean.”

“NO! I’M JOHOHOHOKING!!”

“Ok, Mitsuki ur time ends in, 6…5…4…3…2…1…” and Boruto ended the timer when it got to 0. “Next is, Shikadai.”

“Ugh, what a drag.” The strategic ninja scratched the back of his neck, and bent down to pick up the dice and hat. He rolled the dice and got a 3, he drew out of the hat and got the thigh.

‘Oh, thank god it’s my thigh! That’s like my least ticklish spot on my body, still ticklish though, but way less ticklish.’

“Ok Shikadai ur timer starts… NOW!” Boruto started the timer at 3 minutes.

Shikadai wasn’t in know hurry to make the younger one laugh, but he still bent down and started to squeeze his inner thigh.

“Kr- Pfft-mmmm…” He wiggled in place out of reflexes.

“Are u rlly not ticklish here?” Shikadai questioned while he scratched the latter’s bare inner thigh.

“Nhohot really, no.” Inojin giggled, but then relaxed bc it felt good more than tickled.

“Hey, Boruto can’t u stop my time? He’s not ticklish here, and I kinda don’t wanna waste my free day trying to tickle someone who isn’t ticklish on their thighs.”

“Uh, sure, so I guess it’s Metal’s turn?” Boruto stopped the timer, and the strategic ninja walked back to where he was originally sitting.

‘Ok, take deep breaths Metal, remember what papa, taught u.’ He walked over to pick up the dice and hat. “I rolled a… 5. And I got the… feet?”

‘Oh no, anything but the feet, please!’

The dad look alike bent down to the blonde’s strapped ankle, taking off his socks and shoes. ‘U got this Metal Lee, there is only 6 ppl staring at u, nothing to be worried about.’

“Ok, ur time starts… Now!” Boruto started the timer at 5 minutes.

It was Metal Lee’s cue to start scratching the latter’s bare soles. “HA!!! How do u like this?! And this?! And this?! U like ur soles being tickled, huh?”

“HAHAHAHH!!! NO I DOHOHOHON’T! STHAHHAHAP IT!!! PLEASE!” InoLee started to violently writher around, even if his limbs are bound to the ground.

“Don’t lie. We all know u crave this excitement. U like it when I hold ur toes back and slowly search up and down these sensitive soles u have~”

“I DOHOHOHOHON’T!! I REALLY DON’T!!! STOHOHOHOHOP IT!” It looked like his ankles was gonna break depending on how much he’s jumping and twitching.

“Awww, come on, I didn’t even get to the main coarse yet… Let’s see if these piggies are willing to be my breakfast. This little piggy went to the market,” Metal wiggled Inojin’s big toe, then held it back and scratched the part where his toe met his foot.

“GAH!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THAT!!!”

“This little piggy stayed home,” he wiggled the latter’s index toe, held it back and gave him a little scratch at the same place he did w/ his big toe. “This little piggy had roast beef,” he did the same thing prior to the other two toes. “This little piggy had non,” he did the same thing to his ring toe that he did w/ his other three toes. “And this little piggy went,” Metal Lee wiggled his pinky toe, “wee wee wee,” he held his toe back and scratch everywhere around his last toe, “allll, the way, home.” Then Metal Ler sat on Inojin’s ankles and held all of his toes back with his left hand and scratched rlly hard on his bare soles. It didn’t hurt Ofc, just madly tickled like hell.

“NAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STO-…. *wheeze*… STOP!”

“Ok Metal, ur time’s up. Now, last but not least is-“

Boruto was cut off by Iwabae yelling, “ME!” He went to go pick up the dice and hat, and got 1 and the Navel. “I got 1…?” He cried.

“Iwabae, ur time starts…”

“I only have one minute, let’s make this one count. FOR THE BOYS!!!”

“Now!” Boruto started the timer at 1 minute.

The older ninja sat on the lee’s waist, lifting his shirt up, and just destroying the inside of his navel. He scratched the walls, drilled deep into the hollow, and gave him a few raspberries to put on top.

“NAHAH—— *Snort* ST *snort* STOP IHIHHIHT!!! *wheeze*.”

“Are u insane?! I have 30 seconds left! I’m not stopping for the world.” He scratched the wall again, and circling around his belly button before dipping it back in the hollow circle.

“IHIHIHI… CHAHAHAHAN’T BR-…” Inojin’s voice went silent. His head was pounding, he was crying, his breathing was fast, but all of the sudden, it would randomly slow down.

“Umm… Iwabae? I think ur actually killing him, u only have 10 seconds left, u should stop.” Boruto mentioned so his bsf wouldn’t actually die from being tickled.

“Yh, I guess ur right…” Iwabae got off of him and Boruto, Metal Lee, Shikadai, and Denki took off the tape that was now metaphorically suffocating his limbs.

“*panting*, thanks guys…”

“For what? Ticking u? Or stopping?” Iwabae laughed.

“For stopping!”

“Ur welcome, now go inside the tent u need sleep.”

“I- can’t feel my legs, I’ll just sleep here for tonight.” Inojin cradled himself, but was later lifted up by the older one, and gently placed down on his sleeping bag.

“Good night, Inojin,” they all whispered as to not wake up the resting Koala.

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A/n: I don’t even wanna proof read this, so hopefully it makes sense.

#tickle #lee #anime #anime tickle #ler #ticklish #following #for you #Boruto #Boruto tickling #Ler! Boruto #Ler! Shikadai #Ler! Denki #Ler! Iwabae #Ler! Metal #Lee! Inojin #Ticklish Inojin

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ishikawayukis · 10 months

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hey gworl it’s hag anon here back with another rant… but first of all how are you 🩷🩷 anything interesting going on? this adult life shit is still kicking my ass and my bones are aching in my late 20s 😭 also ik you love one piece so i need like. motivation to continue. i stopped at the beginning of water 7 arc and a lot of people say that’s when it gets rly good but i couldn’t bear the frustration after usopp ****** (i don’t wanna spoil your followers but maybe you know what i’m talking about) LOL UGHHH SHOULD I CONTINUE does it actually get better………… i love shounen but one piece pacing is kinda clunky to me at least for the most part until skypeia arc ish? lmk wat u think !

anyway for the rant, i think people online ,and especially younger ones, have an issue with virtue signaling nowadays. it’s very apparent in the kpop community. it’s like they feel so monitored that they feel the need to show others how much of a good and upright person they are, and if they don’t, then that can ONLY mean that they’re a bad person. no in between. i think that’s why they feel the need to quickly react to anything and post their sentiments denouncing this or that bad thing without first reflecting and reading up on it. apparently silence on a topic can only mean you support or condone something immoral, like can’t we just gather information first before forming an opinion?? and why do we need to tell anyone what we think or feel. it’s good to inform others and ourselves ofc, but it honestly feels like a lot of people nowadays are just retweeting, reblogging, reposting shit for the sake of LOOKING upright and not getting “cancelled”, instead of actually caring about the conversation at hand.

another complaint: if you’ve seen the woozi thing. there are people being weird from both sides 🥲 there are people calling him a ped0, spreading misinformation about him, calling him a bad person. all of that is dumb imo. then there are defenders who are saying “wow unstanning him? it’s as if you’ve forgotten everything good he’s done” HUHHH. why is that relevant. the whole conversation around it is tiring tbh

also i’ve been seeing a lot of complaints from educators that literacy rates and reading comprehension are at an all time low. it kinda shows with how people act online 😭😭😭 this is truly such a “hag” thing to say but i genuinely believe that minors’ screen time should be restricted LOL

not the aching bones...... my back has been killing me lately and i'm like my guy please let me have one thing LMAO

the whole water 7 saga is honestly so fucking good LMAO they're nto lying when they say it genuinely gets so so so good after that, but i also will not lie i did watch a lot of it at like 1.5 or 1.25 because the pacing of the anime leaves a lot to be desired LMAO but water 7 and the arcs that follow it are honestly some of the best in the anime so if you have the time and do enjoy it i truly say go for it 100% recommend

man i truly couldn't agree with you more literally nothing to add because you're simply so right. sometimes it does feel like people care more about appearing to be good and have outstanding morals rather than actually understanding what is going on. especially with the wz thing i saw so many people make so many grave accusations so quickly without even knowing what they were talking about. all the information we have about wz is vague, i 100% understand if people feel uncomfortable and wanna distance themselves but i also understand if people don't.

and god they truly are, hag thing to say as well but everyone is taking everything in media with face value instead of thinking hm could this mean something else like i'm begging all of you read an actual book or analyze what you're watching idk man LMAO

#asks #hag anon

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jackpiastri · 1 year

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you're mine – ln4

lando doesn't really enjoy the thought of you going out with george.

genre: fluff

pairing: female mercedes driver!reader x secret boyfriend!lando norris

warnings: none

requested?: no

author's note: hello hello, jack (@httpiastri) here !!! trying to see if i can post here while my real blog isn't working properly... just wrote something short about lando. i have so much half-written stuff in my drafts but all i do is start writing new things 😭 anyways hope u enjoy this!

f1 masterlist

"please don't go out with him."

you roll your eyes, turning away from lando to open your drawer. "shut up."

lando groans from his spot on the bed, sitting up more properly against the headrest. "really. i don't want you to go with him."

"what? george is just my teammate." you say and frown despite him not being able to see it. "he just wants to get some celebratory drinks. for a good season, you know?"

to you, it's nothing weird. you and george have had great teamwork all season and you are good friends. you got to know each other early on, even driving with each other back in your junior days – so to you, a few drinks isn't a big deal.

to lando, it totally is a big deal. "still. i don't want him to get any ideas."

you sigh, throwing a look back at lando. "you know me. i won't let him."

"you already are when you look like that," he says, pulling a hand through his hair.

"what?" you look at yourself in the mirror in front of you, tilting your head. "this is just a normal dress, though?"

"it’s not the dress, it’s you in it." lando jumps off the bed, making his way towards you. "he’d be a fool if he didn’t fall in love with you the moment he sees you."

"oh, please." you shake your head before continuing to rummage through your drawer. "we've known each other for years and he’s never tried to make a move, or even looked at me in the wrong way."

"but he asked you out for drinks." lando comes up behind you and his hands land on your waist, pulling you back against him.

"so?"

"so, to most people, drinks equals a date." his lips meet the space where your neck meets your shoulder. "don't let him do or think anything." he repeats his action, his kisses trailing up your skin. "you're mine."

"he doesn't know that."

lando pulls away his head, eyes instantly making contact with yours in the mirror. "i'll go tell him right this second."

you giggle, hands coming to rest on top of his. "really?" you tease, and he nods eagerly. "but that would defeat the whole purpose of having a secret relationship, wouldn't it?"

"i don't care."

you turn around in his hold, your arms hanging around his neck as a smile spreads across your face. "you're so cute when you're jealous, did you know that?"

lando groans. "it's not funny. i don't enjoy having other guys fall for my girl."

your grin turns into a pout as you nod along to his words. "i'm sorry." you stand on your tiptoes, giving him a quick kiss to each cheek. "if he tries anything, or hints at anything, i'll tell him instantly that i'm taken. okay?"

"okay." your lips press onto his instead, giving him a bunch of pecks before he pulls away to speak again. "and you can threaten him and say i'll come after him if he doesn't stop."

"oh, that's supposed to be scary?"

#f1 #lando norris #fluff #x reader #x yn #x you #x y/n #imagine #scenario #blurb #drabble #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #x oc #story

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sohcah-toa · 2 years

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This is probably your third ask about the camgirl posts. But could you do an ayato/diluc version? I would very much enjoy reading that ehehehe

💟 ofc! i hope u enjoy <3 they're separated btw!

⚠️ mature content | f reader | modern au

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DILUC ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You're absolutely inlove with Diluc. You always go in his tavern. You sigh, you know Diluc would never be into you, especially that you're doing this thing on the internet. Diluc must not like girls like that but you just can't stop it.

"What's the matter?" Diluc asked, ever so nicely while pouring a drink.

You look at him "Oh nothing, just the guy I like will never be into me probably"

Diluc smirked, it was just a small one but he still did "You might be wrong, how do you know? Who do you like?"

You ponder for a bit then answer "I have secrets, secrets nobody likes .. probably and the person I like is a secret too"

You go home, feeling tipsy but that's nothing new. You always drink before doing your job. You felt gloomy so you were excited. All your life you've been dragged down by different kinds of people, you always get stressed out so this is kind of your stress reliever where people say nice things to you. It feels good being praised.

"What do you think of my outfit guys?" You ask them, acting flirtier than usual because of the alcohol "Isn't it pretty?" then the comments got flooded by praises. You know it's embarrassing to even admit but what's wrong with wanting to be complimented? You're not doing anything wrong anyway.

Then 'accidentally' you pulled the tie to your bra, revealing your breasts, you acted surprised "Oops!" you giggled a little "I think you guys liked that a bit too much"

You want to laugh out loud because of the comments but someone always catches your eye, the grape juice forever, for some reason that person reminds you of Diluc. The grape juice? The way they comment is exactly the way how Diluc speaks.

After a few minutes, your live just ended. Then for the first time in forever, grapejuicelover messaged you privately.

You felt your heart pound. You were just thinking of this person! How did they even know that you're lonely?! Well, if it'll make the both of you happier. You replied 'with pleasure'.

He started calling, you were nervous, what does this person look like? When both the cameras started, the person's face can't be seen. The camera was only from their to torso to their thighs, looking at the camera now, you realize that he's a guy. He was shirtless.

"Wow, you have toned muscles" You tell him, observing his body and honestly, you feel like wanting to be fucked by him.

With no hesitations he let his erect dick out. You were already naked from earlier's live. You gasped a little "You're so — big"

He wasn't much of a talker. He started stroking himself, you hear his hot and sexy grunts which fuels you to touch yourself and be great at it, making sure he was feeling good.

You rub your clit in circles, your other hands on your breast, rubbing and making it bounce. You moaned "Oh shit" you stared at the screen, looking at his thick cock, his pre cum flowing down "You're so big, please give it to my pussy"

You try being sexy but the person won't talk, but everytime you do act sexy, his dick twitches. You were moaning, a finger going in and out you while he massages himself, spreading his pre cum on his own cock, grunting and moaning to himself, breathing hard.

He was so focused on watching you touch yourself. Unlike most people who looks at your pussy everytime you do that, he was staring at your moaning face. He just loves that reaction, the one you give yourself. He's thinking all sorts of things like fucking you senselessly, about what your face will make once he goes deep inside you and he wanted it so bad.

"Fu—ck, I'm close!" You moaned, with two fingers inside your pussy and a finger rubbing your nipples, you feel your high. Your fingers were do wet, your slick was on the sheets "Oh my go—d" you shivered, your toes curling because of the pleasure.

Him, meanwhile, is just enjoying the show, edging himself, waiting for you to cum, on what face you make when you cum while staring at him rubbing his thick erect cock. He was so close and you were taking a long time. Focused on your face, he came, he couldn't help it anymore. White stuff came out, making his shorts wet. He muttered "Shit" in a very quiet voice.

You screamed and let yourself come, your legs raised and shivering, you felt weak. You tried catching your breath before staring at the screen again. You saw that he came already. You remembered his mutter earlier and it felt oddly familiar.

He then messaged you again, saying "I enjoyed myself. Thank you. You were beautiful"

Your cheeks turned red, why is he so wholesome? He was shy to speak "Thank you too" he logged off and then paid. You sigh "Damn, he was so hot. Exactly my type"

The next day, you were at the tavern and Diluc was there again. So you prepare yourself to get hurt like all the other times "Hey" you greet him.

He waved and smiled "What can I do for you?"

You sigh, in your mind you're asking him to be just yours "Just the usual" you look at his side and there was grape juice, you giggle to yourself thibking how cute he was, so you tease him a little "You brought one this time" you've never actually seen him drink one before, he just told you he love it.

"Yeah" he smiled, pouring your drink "The girl I like likes somebody else" and then you realize how familiar that sounded, thinking about who said it to you.

You have no answer to his response, not because it was awkward, because you kept thinking who it was that said that to you.

"Do you want coffee?" He asked, you nod, not exactly focused. He then start preparing, after a few seconds later, he mutters "Shit" in a very quiet voice because he touched the hot kettle.

Your eyes widen and you point at him "Y-You!!!" that's when you realize "Y-Y-You! It was you?!" you were so surprised that you couldn't even speak. You just went up the counter and started feeling his body.

Diluc immediately blushed "Y/n? What are you doing?" he made sure to not let the hot kettle stick to you.

After feeling his abs and everything, you were sure "You're the grape juice forever guy!!"

— end

AYATO ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You always feel like .. somebody's watching you. You were cleaning in front of the Kamisato Estate, with Thoma doing other stuff, you had no choice but to do all of his job in here. You sigh and wipe the sweat on your forehead "This job is killing me. Atleast let me see Kamisato Ayato for fuck's sake, this is why I took this job anyway"

You take a break for a while, sitting on the table, mop in hand "Thoma, where the hell are you? I hate you so much right now" you sigh. You're doing everything you can just to make ends meet.

You lower your head, napping on the table, feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier "I'm so — sleepy"

A few minutes later you woke up, suddenly standing straight up "Oh shit! I fell asleep!" you look everywhere and everything is still the same. Everybody's busy. You sigh and drink the juice in front of you then you realize "Wait! Where the hell did this come from?! It tastes .. awful!" you almost vomit but someone is walking towards you "M-My Lord!" you stand up and greet him. Your heart pounding, it's weird because you just dreamt about him touching your neck and waist, whispering things in your ear. You become even more nervous thinking about it, your face hot, your pussy hotter.

"Y/n. Is everything alright?" He asked, staring at you and the juice from time to time, it's hard not to notice "Is that juice?"

You nod "Y-Yes my Lord, but I don't recommend it .. it tastes burnt somehow, burnt juice. I'll make you some right away!"

He frowned, his heart just sunk "N-No need" he said, walking away sloppily with a sad face, like he was about to cry.

"What? Is something wrong with him?" You ask yourself, continuing to clean. You think he's adorable, he appears to be intimidating but once you play chess with him, he turns into this different guy.

"Home at last, but the job never ends does it?" You sigh to yourself, you fix everything up "Atleast, I get to enjoy this job plus I miss that boba lover guy. I haven't logged in for a while"

You're not a famous camgirl by any means, you just stay here because of that boba lover guy you always talk to. Honestly, he pays you quite a lot and he doesn't even have to because you're not that active!

You took a bath and got into some comfy sexy clothes, you felt hot. You look at yourself in the mirror "Is this okay?" you sigh, you're still a little shy after all.

You finally went live. There are a few regular watchers and you like them "Hi" you say, your cheeks blushing, too much skin was exposed "Um, I went a little risky today"

Your fans know each other by now because they're just the only ones always there, it's adorable. You start your live, you enjoy doing this because of them.

After the live, you sigh to yourself, you can't bring yourself to cum, you wonder why "Maybe it's because of that mysterious burnt juice. Wait, did Ayato make that? He was there at the right moment. Oh no, did I accidentally hurt his feelings?!"

Just when you were about to panic, someone messaged you saying they want a private session. It was bobalover .. as usual. He's the only one asking you for private sessions, he's hot and sexy plus he got a big dick so you accept everytime plus it's not everyday.

You call him and he answers immediately, as if he was waiting for it all this time. He always always have a voice changer, you also can't see his chest. You can only see his down part along with his thighs.

You were so ready to cum so you quickly open your folds so he could see.

"Gorgeous" he said, kinda weird with that voice changed but you got used to it by now "Put a finger in" you did as he said and moaned out loud.

Your finger went in and out of you, your eyes closed and your tongue out "O-oh god" you moaned. He took his pants off, his cock sprung up, twitching before he even starts stroking himself.

You hear him grunt from pleasure. You keep moaning, inserting another finger in, your other hand fondling your breast, rubbing your own nipple from time to time. You use your elbow to keep you from laying down, you were feeling a little tired because of working all day.

You stared at him as he strokes up and down, his pre cum going to his hand and spreading into his whole length as he pumps himself faster and faster "C-cum for me" he whispered, grunting, feeling his high so he urges you to cum too.

"I-I'm close" you moan, your slick covering your fingers, going in and out of your hole, you feel knots in your stomach, your thumb rubbing your own clit, adding more to the pleasure, you moaned "A-Ayato! I'm cumming! Fuck me Ayato! i'm cumming!" you came in a matter of seconds and realized what you just had said.

Your face turned red. You saw bobalover cum on himself, you hear his heavy breaths. You were so embarrassed that you just suddenly ended the call "Fuck, I said Ayato's name" you buried yourself in your pillow "Damn it!!"

The next day, Thoma was finally here "Tired?" he asked with a smile "I bet you are"

Although he was talking about something else, you didn't realize it "Yeah, you weren't here yesterday! I was so tired"

"Sorry, some important business" He sighed then he got called by the other staff. You were alone once again but not for long.

You see Ayato walking towards you again, your face became flushed, embarrassed "M-My Lord!" you greeted him with a bow, to hide your red face.

He placed his index finger on your chin to lift your face up, you're now face to face, your noses almost touching "Meet me inside, come alone" he whispered and walked away.

You feel your heart pounding, about to jump out of your chest "Oh my God, I'm about to faint" you say to yourself. Ayato was already inside, what could he possibly want? And to go alone?

You gulp "I'm so nervous" your grip on the broom was tight. You remembered last night again when you accidentally moaned out his name while cumming. Your face felt hot as you walk inside where Ayato is.

— end

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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Firstly, I’m sorry you keep having to clarify the very simple fact that it’s bad etiquette to ask creators that are writing incredible content FOR FREE to post stuff constantly. Secondly, which ACOTAR guy do you think would be the best vibes at IKEA, and which would be the worst? Asking the important questions, nothing but hard hitting journalism here.

Worst to best person to bring to Ikea- as always no one is allowed to get mad/put in the tags I'm wrong. I have never once been wrong because my opinion is objective fact unlike the REST OF YOU.

10. Beron Vanserra- Won't stop in ANY displays. Doesn't even want to BROWSE. Skips the meatballs for the downstairs shopping area. No basket. Won't let you get a fake plant or even TEALIGHTS. Came for one specific thing and thats the ONLY thing. Screams at you if assembly is required.

9. Azriel- Feels like Ikea would stress him out. Always crowded, he does not strike me as a crowd-loving person. Begs not to go, but has to because his strength is require to lift all six boxes for the new bookcase. Does this without complaint. Does not want to eat meatballs, wants to go home.

8. Tamlin- Also hates crowds. Has a truck, so is always being asked to come. Is really good at building things by himself, though, so its worth bringing him. Silently assembles furniture pieces and while does not indulge in the cafeteria, agrees to a frozen bag of meatballs.

7. Eris Vanserra- Just. Not a good attitude at 10am. Way too dressed up for an IKEA. Why is he in dress pants? WHY DID HE BRING A TWO DOOR? WHY IS HE IN DRESS SHOES ERIS OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU THINK WE WERE DOING TODAY? Have to make a second trip to collect bookcase, but he does pay for lunch.

6. Jurian- Why do all these men hate being around other people? Jurian is like a nervous cat you have to pspspspsp into the parking lot. Does not understand why everything is so spread out. Buys one of the generic pieces of artwork because it's a portrait of his city (SAME JURIAN). Stunned to learn he actually spent $400 when he came in for one $30 chair. Oops.

5. Helion- L O U D L Y judging display books while being told it's not an endorsement. Can somehow speak swedish now???? Telling you what all these words mean with a roll of his eyes. Does NOT order meatballs but the chicken (WHY HELION), and does not like any of the home office displays. Knocks on the bookcases with a "I thought so-these are HARDLY sturdy" okay we get it. Your collection is massive.

4. Rhysand- can't take this man anywhere. Just thinks there are BETTER places for furniture where your home wont look like everyone elses. Does not understand the point is that its affordable. Does like laying on the beds, though, and playing pretend in the 500sq ft displays. Surprised the meatballs are good but SWEARS he knows a better place (UNLIKELY RHYS)

3. Tarquin- Likes crowds, TOO enthusiastic. Stopping in EVERY display to look at prices, to admire the lights, to sit on every couch. Exhausted before you ever reach the kitchen section.

2. Lucien Vanserra- Man with a plan. Energized by all the people, strikes up several flirty conversations in the bedroom section. Purposefully did not eat, walks slow through the upstairs so when its time for meatballs, he has ROOM for all 12. Agrees fake plants are a good idea to make home look cozy without all the effort, though also purchases a real tree based on "look at how fucking cool this is".

Cassian- Ultimate Ikea shopping partner. Man is STRONG. Has a big ass truck. and most importantly, Cassian likes to have FUN slash EAT. This is a DATE. "Would you live here?" "why/why not?" trying out the couches and judging the ugly sinks. Eats his weight in meatballs. Carries all four boxes for the bookshelf on his shoulder, everyone is staring. Builds it cheerfully, helps arrange said books.

#actoar ranking #i dont know why i added beron vanserra but not kallias or thesan #but im not taking him off because i like it being even

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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am i warm enough for you?

➳ tags ;; soulmate au, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst but mostly fluff, some-what canon compliant, bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings, lots of Feelings™, you guys are adults but the end of the fic but the fic is sfw, alcohol, drunk confessions

➳ wc ;; 5.6k..

➳ plot summary ;; you see your soulmate in dreams - sometimes in bits and pieces and other times in full. bakugo is less than inclined to admit he even has a soulmate - and you learn how to cope with it, one day at a time.

bakugo learns that this soulmate shit is no joke. that has to be why he keeps falling for you so helplessly.

➳ a/n ;; i wasn’t even gonna comeback this early but it felt so wrong not to post on my bfs birthday so alas </3 for anyone who cares to know this is @elysianseraph but with my new url. nice to see u all <3

this was originally posted on 4/20 but im reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags dskjds

It’s hazy.

A cloud of smoke settles over your body, permeating your lung. It smells like sugar, like burning, like smoke and a little like leather. You can feel your toes curl and your hands moving but your body is separate from you in a way you can’t describe. It’s a pleasant kind of warmth that spreads, creeping up from behind your neck till it’s soft and cradling your skull. It’s soft like the touch of a mother, like wool over your ears.

It’s a pleasant feeling, that’s all. Almost cozy but there’s a fading sense of distress that chills in your lungs as you encompass it. Your hands are too small to reach forward, and truthfully the sensation is so powerful that you’re afraid to reach out. You’re 6 years old, so all you know is how it makes you feel. You can’t remember many details, but you feel pleasant. Something about it is soft, but there’s a sharp edge right at the end that has your lungs gasping for air.

It’s a flash of colors. Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red. Orange. Red.

And then it fades into a feeling again. A blurry feeling. You feel conflict, then concern, then inadequacy in heavy waves almost like it’s drowning you. It’s the first time you’ve experienced such a pain, so your wailing and wiping tears away with chubby fingers and saying a name you don’t know and can’t remember.

Ka. You know the sound, Ka. But you don’t know of anything more. It repeats rhythmically in your mind like a knock on the door, rapping with urgency - but it doesn’t do anything to jog your memory. Someone is trying to be let in but you don’t know how to answer them, and you’re still crying. The distress, the inadequacy shakes you and all you feel is frustration in short simple bursts.

Your first encounter with your soulmate is written this way in your memory. A sense of urgency laced with frustration - but they’re not towards you. It’s him, his feelings - you can feel them even deeper then he can. They pierce you in a way that makes it hard to breathe, no matter how you try to escape them it’s an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. The only way to escape the feelings of a dream is either to control them, or to face them and swim through the fog.

Soulmates have an urgency to them, in general. His is different, you can tell as much. Your first soulmate dream leaves the heaviest impression and each one thereafter is like pieces of a puzzle.

Sometimes you simply share random dreams, like a split screen in a video game - the two of you witness different parts of the same dreamverse. Other times, and honestly - most times, you’re experiencing their emotions or feelings. You experience their core memories, their life, in flashes and bits and pieces.

It’s not enough to know them or who they are, it’s like know everything about them except the things that matter

Sometimes you meet too. Just barely.

MEETING 1:

The room is white. When you blink, colors flash in order - red, pale yellow, orange, forest green and you know. You blink a few more times, stretching your hands out in front of yourself. Curling your hands into fist then into stretched palms, you lean forward and stretch. You wriggle your toes - notice you're wearing shoes. Clothes from your closet. Strange.

You take a look around the room but there isn't much to see. There’s a wall in front of you with a glass divider and a mirrored empty room. The room across from yours has spiky decor littered against the walls. An orange dresser, plastic grenades and play guns. You know who it is without a second warning - and a foggy part in the back of your head tells you that it’s him, again but with more force. You don’t see anything in your room, but you figure he might. All of it is confusing to you.

Before you can blink, there’s a loud thud coming from the other side of the glass. It’s a silhouette, the outline of a face - but nothing clear. Dream logic dictates you can’t know a face you’ve never seen, yet somehow you know his outline. Spiky, he’s spiky everywhere.

“Hello?,” you call out, overly tentative. The figure pauses, seems to take in whatever they must be seeing. You’re not sure what response you’re expecting, really. There’s no expectations at all.

“...Who the fuck are you?,” says a pitchy, male voice. He sounds like he’s your same age, a highschool boy. His throat is rough, yet not overly deep. It’s almost scratchy.

“Uhm,”

You’re not sure how to reply. You can see him through the glass, but not really. Still, you take note of his shadows like they’re going to tell you anything more. You shove your hands in your pockets, messing around with something inside.

“Uh.. your soulmate, I think,” you reply.

Scratching the back of your neck as an awkward silence settles, you take a few minutes to try and figure what more to say.

“We met when we were kids once too,” you explain awkwardly. He must know, has too - this soulmate thing is a two way thing, but his silence is deafening. You just want to feel this space. Is it always this awkward?

“Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Forest Green,” you repeat, like a mantra. You hear him take in a sharp breath, and freeze. For some reason, you’d like to avoid upsetting him. He doesn’t seem like he’s taking to the information too well.

“I don’t have time for this damn bullshit… whatever quirk you’ve got to mimic this - cut it the fuck out,”

Hostile.

You pause, not sure how to feel. Half of you is offended, the other half is confused - had you done something to upset him? You can feel how he feels - but you don’t understand it. You sit with your mouth agape, like a fish out of water. Unsure of how to proceed, you scoff a little.

“Woah.. this isn’t a quirk thing. We’re.. soulmates? That’s already a thing,”

More silence. You’ve.. he doesn’t seem upset, but you can tell he’s not all that keen to the idea. It’s a bare minimum improvement that you find yourself valuing, without your consent. He breathes again, throat even more hoarse than before. His voice is angry but it doesn’t fit his responses, his feelings - so you don’t pay attention to his madness. Something is off.

“... I’m not supposed to have a soulmate. No fucking way I have a soulmate,” he grits. You step back, stumbling. You didn’t have any expectations.. but this wasn’t what you had been expecting at all. You feel uneasy, sick. It must be a shared feeling if the way he leans against a wall counts for anything.

A beat of silence passes before you open your mouth to speak.

“... I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to that,” you admit. He scoffs.

“Nothing you damn extra. Leave me the fuck alone,”

You don’t reply, too stunned. This was your soulmate? This.. asshole? Not that you were a peach entirely either, but this was supposedly the person that the universe had decided for you?

You shake your head. Maybe you’re just being rash? He could be a nice guy behind all the chaos. You try your best to hold onto that, that this was literally someone chosen for you before you gave up all hope. You sigh, cracking your neck.

“You can say whatever you want but.. we’re here, you know? It’s more productive to just go with it.. isn’t it?,”

“Go fuck yourself,”

“After meeting you, I’m not exactly over the fucking moon about it either. It is what is,”

“You’re not my fucking.. soulmate or whatever the fuck. Leave me alone,”

Your heart both aches with anger and sadness. You don’t know what to do. What does this shit-head know about you, anyway? You know he’s been through some shit, same as you - what makes him so entitled? You swallow the lump in your throat. It hurts. It pierces. Stupid soulmate bonds.

“Yeah? Alright. Fuck you too,”

You see him pace around for a longer before he disappears in a cloud of smoke. You didn’t even catch his name, and you’re not sure you wanted too. It must be morning, but at least you're away from him. It feels lonely, but it must just be you.

Your eyes flutter open but your heart is heavy with regret. You don’t know who it belongs to, but you’ve got class in an hour and not enough time to think about it. If he doesn’t want to meet you that’s fine.

It’s fine. Not like you wanted to meet your soulmate anyway.

You don’t have another meeting with your soulmate for months. Lately your dreams have little if anything to do with him or where he is, how he’s been. You have some of those split screen ones, where you know he’s there but neither of you acknowledge each other, even in spirit, like how you did before. When you wake up feeling angsty, you don’t know how to distinguish the feeling but you don’t try.

You wonder idly if he can feel your apathy, if he cares enough too. Maybe he also mistakes it for his own? It seems likely.

It’s a weekday where you’re getting ready for remedial classes at your school. First year advanced courses were no joke, and you find yourself regretting your choice to participate in them.

Still you get dressed anyway, put your uniform on and brush your teeth - wash your face with your eyes half open and look presentable. No one's home in the morning, the house is empty of any life but you. Food becomes a last minute priority, so you make an egg sandwich with cheese and eat it on the way to the train station.

You stare down at your feet as you step outside, music drowning out the noise of your surroundings aptly. The walk to the station is long and the ride is longer, but the streets are packed edge to edge. Musutafu is busy this time of year - the U.A. Sports Festival is taking place today and everything seems to reflect that. You barely manage to squeeze past all the strangers on the subway - clearly on their way to see it.

When you get to school, you're greeted by a mostly empty classroom with a teacher. These classes were straightforward as always, do the work you need to correct, have it approved and leave. It repeats until your finished with all the assignments and you get to be done. You give a respectful nod to your teacher before grabbing your work from your bag.

It goes on and on - occasionally, you hear an excited gasp and quiet chatter from classmates. It’s about the festival, the happenings - but you’re too caught up in completing your work that day and trying to get the fuck out of their as soon as possible.

Shit like that didn’t matter to you, anyways. It’s just a festival.

You leave around the same time the festival seems to have ended, the streets flooded with people - you miss the first station and wander towards an electronics store a block away from your highschool.

It’s the winners on TV. A guy with split hair - Shouto Todoroki, Endeavors son. A guy with a bird head, and a blonde with red eyes - muzzled to the pole.

When you see them, your heart stops. You can feel anger, an unfamiliar rage and humiliation building in your chest. It feels the word has stopped as you watch from afar, through screens. Your soulmate seems upset about something, but you wouldn’t know what.

And that blonde on TV, you wonder if you know him from somewhere.

MEETING 2:

Red.Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red.

You feel him before you even know what’s happening - and it catches you completely off-guard. You haven’t had a proper soulmate dream in two years. Smoke clouds your lungs, the taste of sugar burning your tongue as you cough yourself into awareness. This time, you’re not in a room but it’s a campground. In the middle of the space is a bonfire, burning warmly. This one feels more vivid, more real.

But you know it’s not, your body feel unusually light and your hands can’t hold anything for too long. You know it’s a dream, but you sit in the chair anyway. It feels like you're floating. You feel oddly warm. Dread builds in the pit of your stomach. Even though it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to your soulmate - you can’t forget the terrible first encounter. It sticks to the roof of your mouth - a bitter memory that fills you with unexplainable, irrational resentment.

But it’s not like you hadn’t been seeing him, to an extent. You’ve seen all his memories in bits and pieces - all of them tragic and painful. This time, you see people but they come in the form of small scraps. Spiky Red. Electricity. Tape. Pink with Horns. Music. Green. So much green and red - like Christmas, you’ve called it. You’ve seen disappearances, fear, anguish - so much anguish.

In the weeks after All Might’s fall, you were in so much pain - you couldn’t stop crying for days. It’s been enough time to know what feelings were yours and which were his - and these ones felt so much like him. It went on for nearly a year - you’d almost got accustomed to it. If tears showed up to blot the ink of your lecture notes, you didn’t think twice about it. You tried to keep yourself calm, steady - in hopes you could lend your soothing to him. Even if he hated your guts, you could barely believe so much sadness could exist in one person. You didn’t know what happened but whatever it was - it must’ve been terrible. At the very least, you felt sympathy.

Sympathy was enough to get by for a long time. A neutral, level-headed sympathy that helped soothe some of your own hurt.

All that said, you were hardly expecting to see him again - especially not this soon. You don’t remember the last time you thought about him in anything other than passing - actively. It’s one thing to know what's happening - you’ve felt him passively everyday for damn near two years.

But it’s another thing to see him in front of you, force yourself to acknowledge him as your soulmate even if he insists on not doing the same.

You squirm in your chair, noticing that you’re wearing PJ’s instead of clothes. Just a hoodie and sweats, none of which fit you quite right. You pull your sleeves over your hands, fiddling with the stray strand of thread loose.

“What the fuck is this shit?,”

Your stomach drops. Unsure of what to say, you opt to say nothing at all. Just let him be, sit quietly in your dreams and mind your business. Maybe he’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over.

You can’t see him from the corner of your vision but you can hear him shuffle. The way he touches things, noticing how they make noise but don’t feel quite right in his hands. How it feels real but doesn’t, how it is real and isn’t. Surely, he’s noticed you by now. The lingering silence makes you squirm.

“...It’s you,”

You flinch, lifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but it’s different from before. In a fleeting moment, something occurs to you.

You can see him. What he looks like. Blonde with red eyes, and a sharp chin and thin waist. You know it must mean you’ve seen him before - perhaps you’d even seen each other, but for your life you can’t remember where you’ve seen his face. It’s right there, on the edge of your mind, but you’re stumped.

“Hello?,”

“Oh,” your reply comes short, strained. Your eyes flutter as you press your lips into a flat line. “Uh, hi,”

The blonde sits in the chair, slumping down. His eyes go towards the flickering flames without another word and you decide it’s best not to engage. It stays like that for a while, a beat of silence - not awkward but not comfortable, passing by without another thought. It all feels real, present - not like normal dreams. This must be the special kind of soulmate thing you find yourself feeling resentful towards.

His eyes are heavy. Relief is overwhelming him, with an iron grip and he’s worried you can feel it. If you can, you don’t say a word.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he admits.

The words sound tender passing through his mouth, unmistakably so - but you don’t get your hopes up. Instead, you give him a placating laugh, leaning forward towards the fire and mirroring him.

“I didn’t think so either,”

When it falls silent, it feels comfortable. It’s not like either of you have anything to say to each other right now, with no manual on how this was supposed to go. If he even wanted to go there.

“I can.. see you,” you start. He squints.

“You couldn’t before?,”

This takes you by surprise. You shake your head.

“No..Could you? See me, I mean?,”

Bakugo feels heat rise to his skin. Oh. Huh.

“Yeah,” he replies, a sharp inhale leaving his lungs “I can see you,”

There’s something tense in the air. It’s a strange sensation - to know the deepest and most intimate parts of someone without even knowing their name proper, or where they went to school, or what they normally eat for breakfast. All that connects you are these mutual feelings, shared grief that holds you two to the title of soulmates. This odd bond.

“..d’ya still think I’m a quirk wielding villain?,” you laugh, or try too - you’re doing your best to cut the tension. He can feel your hurt all the way from your sit, so deep in his gut - it’s been haunting him for years. How many nights of sleep he’s lost knowing there are soft and helpless tears coming from these suppressed feelings. He doesn’t know how to say sorry, so he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He’s changed a lot in two years - but not enough to be good at this.

“No, I don’t,”

“Oh,”

He smiles, just a little. It’s gentle, casts shadow on his face from the light of the fire. It’s warm, everything feels warm and better and invigorating. When you look at him and his uneasy expression - you know he feels it too.

“By the way, uhm - what’s your name? Ka.. something? Right?,”

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He nods a little.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” he replies, expectantly. You seem surprised that he wants to know yours.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” comes your reply.

“Nice to meet you,” says him, Bakugo - your soulmate.

“Nice to meet you too,”

Getting to know Bakugo is unusually easy. You get the feeling it wouldn’t be, in the case that you were anything but soulmates - but Bakugo has never known being this intimate with someone other than you. Despite himself, how much he hates himself - you never seem too. Even though you feel and see all the ugliest parts of him - have since he was small enough to still be innocent, you always treat him the same.

Your conversations are short, and shallow. Regardless, he’s not used to talking so much about himself. But you’re always curious, so much so Bakugo doesn’t have the heart to see your countless questions go unanswered.

You keep a little notebook of all of your encounters. You remember them by heart but write them down too, just in case you miss something. You ask about his friends - Spiky Red and Soft Green, referring to them that way even after you’ve known their names. You ask about his work - the life of a dangerous hero, and if he ever gets nervous flying through the air.

Admittedly, he’s mean to you. He teases you so frequently, he’s lost count of all the times you’ve huffed and puffed at his sarcastic remarks. Still, you never turn away from him. You stand with your foot down and your arms crossed over your chest - insistent on making him feel flustered too. And it works, somehow - because you know all too much about Bakugou and always gets him right where he’s most conscious about. You don’t have to tease him about his feelings since you know them like the palms of your hand.

But these shallow conversations always mean a little more to him that he knows how to verbalize, and half the time he doesn’t need to do that at all. You’ve learned the masterful of working around him quietly, making all the parts of that feel too big to love - something small and fragile. Somehow, you’ve made being with him, even as friends - feel like less of an impossible feat but a dream.

Katsuki Bakugo has been in love with you since he was 6 years old. There must be some feelings we cannot share with our soulmates, because he has no idea if you feel it or not. He just knows he does, somewhere deep in the cavern of his heart, he loves you.

You never cross the barrier of romance with him, though. A paralyzing fear seems to settle in your bones when you breach too close to love and intimacy - and Bakugo understands those feelings, even if he doesn’t know exactly why they’re there. It’s not something you’ve decided to tell him yet, but he feels it in the same way he feels your loneliness. You may be kind but you’re more guarded than he is, and not fearless but reckless.

But he still finds himself aching to love and be loved by you, no matter how much he hates it. The yearning still manages to swallow him, even late into the night.

MEETING 3:

It’s been a while since your last meeting with Bakugo but not long. You were 21 now, but your dream visits were frequent. When you weren't speaking or seeing him through dreams - you were watching him on TV. You’d been yet to meet with him in real life but to you, that was okay. Seeing him like this had been more than enough.

Today was different. Normally, that bonfire was always a back-drop to these little encounters but it was a field today - a filed with rolling hills and hundreds of flowers and tall grass that made you feel itchy. The sun was permanently stuck right before it set but it was so warm everywhere. When you get there, there’s a blanket on the top of one of the hills. You sit on it cautiously and watch the wind pass. Everything is tinged orange, and red - you know he’s there with you before he appears.

When he does, he seems different. You glance over at him as he stumbles towards you in a stupor, and when he does finally sit - you get a whiff of alcohol coming from his neck and mouth. It’s strong enough to make a little dizzy. Blinking owlishly, he sits crisscross besides you, staring a little at the surroundings.

“..the fuck?,” he slurs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh. He nearly falls over, body swaying so you bring his head down to your shoulder wordlessly, a furious heat running all over your skin. Even though you can’t feel him, the gesture makes you feel something in your belly.

“Why’re you so drunk?,”

“Birthday,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen in surprise. Bakugo is seemingly unfazed, eyes drooping with tiredness. He’s completely inebriated.

You feel yourself grow tender. You’d have to wake up and remember the days date. Despite all the times you’ve met, you had no clue about his birthday or how he celebrated. You feel your heart ache at the idea you’ve spent the latter half of it together, in your own way.

“Happy Birthday, Bakugo.”

“Bakugo this, Bakugo that,” he growls, a little incoherent “We’re supposed to be fucking soulmates and you still call me by that.. damn name.”

He hiccups a little as you sit there stunned. You blink.

“.. You think of us as soulmates?,”

“Are you some kind of moron?,”

You scowl, flicking his forehead with your thumb and forefinger. He makes a noise of indignance.

“Well, how would I know? When we first met, you didn’t seem enthused about it,”

Bakugo sighs tiredly.

“I was 15 and an asshole - clearly I don’t fuckin’ feel that anymore,”

You seem surprised again.

“..You don’t?,”

Instead of swearing at you, he closes his eyes and gets closer to you. The liquor runs through his system like liquid courage and he nods a little.

“Not at all,”

“What do you..”

“What do you think I mean?,” he barks a laugh. You feel your pulse under your skin, drumming against your chest like a hammer. You can’t even breathe.

You’ve had feelings for Bakugo from the second proper meeting you’d had with him. It was clear as a day that he was your soulmate for good reason, that inexplicable draw that kept your heart from ever belonging to anyone else. You tried to - tried to go on dates and see other opportunities through but he was always so one of a kind.

Yet, you’d given up all hope that it would mean anything to harbor these feelings, convinced that Bakugo simply wasn’t interested in you In doing any of this. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want - so you kept your distance with hope that he’d still be in your life. It was enough, or you’d wanted it to be.

It’d be a lie to say that you hadn’t started thinking about it more and more as the days pass. What it would be like to see him, touch him and love him and be with him for real - these passive daydreams gone vivid. If he could see your dreams, he must know about them. But you didn’t know how to approach it - how to approach love at all.

That’s the thing with soulmates. You’re told that you’ll just have the answers, destiny will do the hard work but that’s far from true. Because even now, with Bakugo leaning on your shoulder with this confession lingering in the air - you don’t know what to do.

“Stop being so nervous,” he mumbles. You stumble a little over yourself.

“Sorry,”

He chuckles.

“You really need me to say it, huh?,” he sighs. He picks himself. If he’s drunk and reckless, then fuck it - he’s gonna take it all the way. He drops his head onto your lap with a tired sigh.

“I think you’re my soulmate, you fuckin’ idiot,” he admits.

And it’s hard to say, because feelings don’t come easy for Bakugo Katsuki - but it’s the least he can do. All Bakugo Katsuki has ever known is to be lonely. It’s a loneliness that he’d forced on himself. Bottling up all the anger and sadness and swallowing it. It’s long since sunk it’s claws into him. That overwhelming, all consuming ugly feeling that lingers underneath that superiority complex.

That no one would ever, could ever love the ugliness that lingers in him. That no one who knew him for what he truly is, could care for him. Deku was the first of many disbeliefs and not much had changed.

Except for when it did. Except for when he met you - in a dream, and you were real and beautiful even at 15. That the universe hadn’t been playing some sick joke on him when he kept seeing you in his dreams, so soothing to his teenage loneliness. You were real and that was so fucking scary.

But you loved him anyway. Looked out for him when he was at his lowest - the soothing beat of your heart in the days after All Mights end . When he cried himself into sleep and dreamed of you. God, how he dreamed of you. Not especially romantic dreams, but dreams of how you made breakfast. How you watched cartoons on Sunday and read manga in your classes instead of the assigned work. How you fell asleep on the train station and always ate icecream after big tests. How you were especially mundane and how he got to be apart of that everyday routine.

After all, you see dreams of each other, but Bakugo has no clue what your dreams of him look like. His have always looked like you though.

When he was worthless and empty and unable to give you anything meaningful, to apologize or put his pride away - you had loved him anyway. Felt for him with clumsy hands and held on, not letting go. Even when he was begging for you to leave him alone, in fear of this all being nothing more than a cruel dream - you held on tightly to him. With your silly notebook questions and dumb names.

Bakugo Katsuki has never known what it means to love someone who isn’t you. Even if you found someone else and there was someone better than you for him, he would grit his teeth and bear it. He wonders if he’ll ever believe he deserves you. He wants to believe you’re his soulmate - to believe you wont ever leave. To believe that he did something right enough that the universe could give him someone like you.

And he wishes he could say all this, but he can’t - he just closes his eyes and hopes you can feel it.

“You’re so mean,”

“Isn’t that why you like me?,” he grins.

And you can feel his sincerity. He should feels yours too.

“I love you, actually,”

He gasps, a sharp breath that stabs his lungs. He feels sober from the confession.

His voice is gravelly when he speaks.

“Yeah, shit - me too,”

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. The address is correct, it has to be with the way this place looks. Only a hero could live here, with the floors that lead up to skies. He lives on 3rd floor, so you swallow your fear. You give yourself a thumbs up in the glass window pane of the building before entering through the doors.

When you get there, a box sits. You press the button next to his place, bouncing on the balls of your feet until you answer.

“Hello?,”

His voice feels different in real life. You cough.

“Uh, hi,” you greet awkwardly “I’m here,”

“Oh,” he says. You hear something buzz and then him again. “Come on up,”

And you do. The elevator ride feels like it stretches mild, classic piano echoing against the empty walls. You feel yourself feel sick but you’re not sure it’s from the movement. All you can do is fidget and wait.

When the doors open, you peak your head out into the hallway. He’s the first one on the left, just as promised. You can see a welcome mat - forest green, and something in you knows that it’s the right one.

You step up and knock, three times precisely. Your heart is all the way in your ears and everything in you is filled with unease and excitement.

When the door swings open, the world stops. You gape like a fish out of water in disbelief. He’s tall and big like he promised he’d be, but you’re unprepared. His chin is scruffy, eyes full of sleep. Strong chest and arms that seem to crowd your vision, you don’t know what do.

His expression is full to the brim with feelings you’ve never seen. He steps aside with his head ducked down.

“Come in,”

“Ah.. right,”

You take your shoes off and place them in the slippers meant for you - they fit you just right, and it can’t be a coincidence. Your heart swells up a little as you take your coat off, hanging it on the rack. You can feel his eyes as they linger on your silhouette.

“So -,”

Before you can get a word out, you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist. His scruff brushes against the skin of your neck as he holds you tightly too him. The warmth of his breath lingers on your neck - and he hiccups, a sob stored in his rib cages let out with a howl. The tears blur your vision too. You can feel his drip onto your shoulder as you snivel into his neck. Your legs feel weak, but he holds you up at the door - the only thing keeping you standing.

You cling around him tightly, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. It’s him, your soulmate, Katsuki Bakugo. He’s real and holding you - and he smells like leather and sugar and a fireplace. He’s warm and strong and overwhelming and your crying into his shoulder with so much feeling you don’t know what to do. You hit him weakly, unsure of what do with yourself and he laughs.

“Damn you, shitty woman - makin’ me fucking cry,” but his voice is strained. It’s like something connected, how you feel each other so intimately in that moment. Not only because you’re soulmates, but because you love each other so deeply. Your heart feels heavy.

When you pull away, you manage to give him a warbly smile.

Your hands cradle his face - so handsome and wonderful. You lean forward, emboldened, and peck him. He melts into your touch like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. It makes you grin.

Maybe you don’t realize that he had.

He’d been waiting for you all this time.

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Sleepy Time With His Babies | Atsumu, Osamu

Pairings: Atsumu X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)

genre: DOMESTIC SLEEPY FLUFFINEss

Author’s Note: you guys are in for a treat~

Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kita, Kuroo // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Ennoshita, Akaashi // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Iwaizumi, Sakusa // Sleepy Time With Their Babies | Kenma, Bokuto

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Atsumu:

The usually bustling city life calmed down to a light doze

Sounds of usual heavy traffic were reduced to the faint zooming sounds of a few cars as they zipped by through the empty, bright streets

Though none of this brightens reached the two of you

Your shared apartment was high enough above the city where none of the lights at night somehow reached the two of you ever

The bedroom was immersed in complete darkness, nothing could be seen no matter how adjusted one’s eyes were to the dark

Deep breaths came from atsumu as he laid on his back, his legs somewhat spread under the covers, a hand resting on his stomach, the other outstretched as you laid curled up, faced away from him in your own little ball

His mind slowly stirred, his subconscious waking at the absent feeling of your presence beside him

His deep breaths shortened down as his fingers twitched, the tips of them grazing the back of your shirt

He woke more, huffing out an airy groan

“so.. far… away.. yer not supposed to be that far…” his mind pieced this together as he reached for you in the dark, moving closer toward the center of the bed

His hand moved down the side of your body until he found your belly

Despite being half asleep, Atsumu’s mind was still as sharp as it was when it came to volleyball, if not, sharper when it came to you

He hooked his arm around your abdomen, pulling you closer to him while also meeting you halfway

He didn’t feel complete until your back was to his chest, your body was touching his

You stirred in your own sleep feeling this pulling sensation until you woke yourself up the slightest

You turned in atsumu’s hold, his hand now resting on your lower back as you faced his chest, your head tilted back so your breaths tickled his neck

As fast and as soon as the two of you woke to the feel of each other, the two of you were out like a light

And that was all atsumu wanted

To feel you

Domestic:

The heavy weight crushed him slowly as the villain laughed maniacally in his face as he struggled to break free to save the city

Just as the final blow was about to hit Atsumu in the face, his body was jolted awake, relieved to not see any villains trying to destroy his town as he took deep breaths to head back to sleep

Though what he did realize was that the weight was still there

The bright light of the full moon shone through the open curtains Atsumu had neglected to close when he came up to bed, too tired and unbothered to do anything

But now with the light, he could clearly see the weight that made his breathing feel so stuffy

Well, he could see the weights

His four year old son and three year old daughter were fast asleep right on top of him, explaining why the bedroom door was ajar instead of completely shut like he had done coming in

His daughter was mostly the one on top of him while half his son’s body was on top

Though by the looks of what he could see, it seemed like his daughter had pushed her brother off of him

Atsumu chuckled silently to himself seeing the starfish position his daughter was in on top, her arms and legs spread widest to her abilities to hold as much of her dad as she could in her sleep

He pulled his son to his left side, carefully bringing his daughter to his right side so they could all sleep comfortably together

The two of them naturally curled into his sides, the feeling of them as natural as having you by his side

Though you were in a different time zone than they were for work right now

“We can’t wait to see ya,” Atsumu thought to himself as he let the last thing he see for the night be the pale moonlight on the ceiling

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Osamu:

Osamu slept like a log with his jaw hanging slack as an inconsistent rhythm of rain bounced off the roof of the house

The bedroom the two of you slept in was high, the faintest golden-white hue of the streetlights shining in, casting blurry shadows of the rain streaming down the glass

You slept curled into Osamu’s side as he laid straight, his chest and arm being your pillow, warmer and comfier than any pillow

Your gentle, hot breaths warmed his side, his gray hair spread around on his pillow

Light snores could be heard but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to

Even after his showers, no matter how much time he spent at home, how little time he went into the restaurant now as a little vacation, you could still smell the fresh scent of onigiris on him, even in your sleep

You nuzzled yourself closer to him, your hand rubbed over his toned abdomen even after all these years of cooking and making food, Osamu was still in shape

Occasionally even hitting some set by his brother for fun whenever visiting the rowdy blonde

His warmth was like no other and it was just as you loved it- loved him

A sudden, loud boom of thunder shook the ground, making the ground and bed vibrate for the briefest second

You jumped in your sleep, your heart aching for a short bit at the sudden jump from a resting heart rate to a rapid one

Osamu initially woke a little at the sound but was really awake now that you practically jumped against him

“You alright?” His voice was so much deeper from sleep, the words and the sound of his voice airy and raspy as he spoke

“Mmhm,” you let out a deep sigh, laying back down on Osamu. “It just made me jump...” you nuzzled closer to his body

He let out a deep chortle, his hand wrapping around your shoulder, giving it a squeeze as he pressed a kiss, followed by another as he couldn’t resist it

“I got ya,” his voice was so low, with your head laid on him, you could hear hints of the vibrations that rumbled in his chest and throat as he spoke

“Thank ya,” you copied his accent, different from yours

“Hmm,” he laid still for a moment before he turned so now his body laid, crushing on top of you

“‘Samu,” you groaned as you adjusted to his sudden mass lumped on top of you

He took hold of the sides of your head in his hands, pressing sleepy kisses to your face and neck, feeling your face burn hotter and hotter at his sudden affection

“Now I really got ya,” you could hear the smirk on his face

Domestic:

Osamu’s arms draped across your shoulders, the other holding your belly as you sat leaned back into his chest as he leaned against the headboard, a mass of pillows behind him

His thumb rubbed over your shoulder, your head leaned on his bicep, face squished into his muscle

He was just barely slipping in and out of consciousness in hopes you were okay, that the cramps were gone

You woke him not too long ago, the pain in your back and lower belly stung tears into your eyes and that was enough pain for Osamu to see and he didn’t want to see you in pain

His own cheek and head leaned forward to rest on yours, the sweet scent of your hair filling his nose with every still breath he took in

The storm raged on outside ever since the evening and showed no sign of lighting up until tomorrow afternoon according to the news channels

Rain flooded into the storm drains, restless flashes of lightning that filled the sky

Though a little rain and a few rumbles never bothered your sleeping

That is, until a bright flash illuminated the room followed by one of the biggest booms of thunder you had ever heard in your life

Startled by the sudden loudness, you jumped in Osamu’s arms, his eyes widened and hold on your stomach just hovering fearing his touch would somehow worsen any pain you were feeling

“What’s wrong?” His voice was deep, laced with sleep dripping from every word yet his eyes and mind were alert and wide, his attention on you in the dim darkness of the bedroom, a golden aura from a street lamp in the neighborhood barely passing the curtains. “Are you in pain?”

“No, thank you, though, ‘Samu.” You let out a sigh, leaning to rest your head back on his collar, his hand draped across your shoulders giving you a squeeze and rub. “The storm just startled me, that’s all”

Your hand found his hovering over your belly, pressing it down so it rested where it had moments ago

“Hm,” he let out a shot chortle before leaning close, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Let’s sleep,” he whispered, using his foot to bring the blanket closer to the two of you so it rested on your lower halves

“Mmhm,” you hummed, reaching your head back to his bicep where you rested earlier, pressing a kiss to him before drifting back asleep in his hold

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