#he's kissing you in every challenge even if it doesnt make sense

[willowser]

how do u think love island kiri would salvage the relationship now that he fucked it up 🫠

i think he has to put in the WORK !!! he's clearly so upset 🥺 which is his OWN FAULT but for the rest of the night after the recoupling, you and everyone else can tell he's just trying to keep it together 🥺 BUT ANYWAY THIS IS ABOUT HIM FIXING IT LOL

he comes to speak to you in the morning, bc he can't that night, too sad 🥺 BUT he does first thing in the morning, and he's very shy and quiet 🥺 trying to remain positive and friendly as you watch him with a straight face behind your glasses.

"i just wanted to apologize, sincerely, because i realize now how bad it hurts not to be the priority," he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to keep his composure. "it fucking sucks and i'm — i can't believe i did that to you over and over again and didn't pay attention."

it's nice to hear, especially because you don't doubt he's being completely genuine — but you still keep your face neutral, adjusting your sunglasses as you fiddle with your water bottle. "well, thank you, kirishima. i appreciate your apology."

he continues, eyes wide and full. "i want you to be happy, i want him to make you happy, i want you to get the effort you've always deserved," but then he pauses, expression torn as the moment hangs between you. it catches in your throat suddenly, and you're all too aware of the eyes that are on you from across the villa.

"but i have to know," he murmurs, "if i've got even half a chance left, because if i do, i wouldn't waste it for the world."

your smile is stubborn, and you have to sink your teeth into your lip to stop it from growing. "willing to step on some toes, are you?"

"baby, i'm stompin'."

and you can't help but to laugh at that, having to turn away from the relief that washes over his face. behind your glasses, you meet the curious stare of the man you've coupled up with, his mouth pulled down in a deep frown. a surge of guilt washes over you, but —

kiri is too easy to get lost in.

"i wouldn't say you have half a chance," you tell him finally, "maybe 1/16th."

it doesn't matter; kirishima is all grins. "'s good enough for me."

[pastanest]

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LOTR Characters - How He Shows You He Loves You

Thranduil

In the presence of others, the King is professionally reserved in his affections towards you. Though this is a challenge for him, because every time he catches sight of you, his heart lunges for you, and he wants nothing more than to shower you with kisses, but he tries his best to refrain from such interactions in front of others. Instead, he restricts himself to looping your arm through his when you walk together, and holding your hand when you are sitting beside him. Thranduil has less direct methods of showing you that he loves you; he does so through his eyes, the raw emotion that they hold when looking at you is something that he cannot restrain, and no other creature receives such adoring glances from him. When the two of you are alone, however, he will show you he loves you through whatever means he can. Whether it be peppering your face with kisses, dancing with you, or - more traditionally - making love to you, the King loves nothing more than having his way with you the moment you are alone.

Legolas

As a young elf - by elf standards - Legolas is a little unfamiliar with physical affection, and he shows you he loves you through other means, even after adjusting to the physical acts of love. You are the first person his eyes search for when he returns home, and it isnt until he sees you that he truly feels like he is home again. When encountering a problem, his immediate response is to make sure you are safe, and then he confronts the actual problem. You are his first priority in any and every situation you could possibly find yourselves in; during your time with The Fellowship, whenever the group was short on food, Legolas would insist that you take his rations as well as your own, or allowed him to go and hunt for something more for you to eat. Legolas talks about you more than anything else, any time he sees an opportunity to bring you into conversation - even when you arent there to witness it - he will, without hesitation. His instincts surround you and you alone, everything he does is with you in mind, and sometimes he doesnt even realise it, because he is so naturally inclined to love and care for you.

Frodo

In terms of physical affection, Frodo shows you he loves you most in the way that he holds you. Whether it be falling asleep with you, comforting you as you cry, or just generally hugging you, it is impossible not to sense his love for you. He always holds you firmly, never in a way that could hurt you, but always making you feel safe and shielded from harm. This affection is comfort to both of you during your time in The Fellowship, because that reassurance and safety is something that both of you need more than ever. As well as holding you, though, Frodo finds himself smiling at you like you’re the fairest being he has ever encountered - which, he would argue, you are. He often loses himself in thoughts of you, and whenever he is pulled out of them, he has that same smile on his face, even if you arent physically with him, because just the thought of you is enough to bring joy and hope to his heart. Frodo is so obviously enthralled by you that it cannot go unnoticated by any creature who sees the two of you together, your spirit ignites every fibre of his being in a way that he never thought possible, and he will present that to you in whatever way you desire.

Samwise

When it comes to physical affection, it is no surprise that Sam has the softest touch in existence. He holds you like you’re the most precious and fragile jewel he has ever known, and he looks at you with the same thought in mind. Whether it be brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, or caressing the side of your face with his fingertips, his fingertips will barely touch your skin, and he will always have the softest smile on his face when he looks at you. Outside of physical affection, Sam uses written words to express his love for you. When in The Shire, he often wakes up before you and has to leave early to work, or he’ll be in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you, and he will always make sure to leave a handwritten note on his pillow for you to find when you wake up. Even if he returns to your side before you have woken, he will hand you the letter once you are awake, and sit there smiling giddily as you read it. While in The Fellowship, this tradition continued - he made sure to pack as much parchment and ink as he possibly could, just so he could continue writing you love letters - and you would wake up every morning to a note from him, while he sat a few feet away with that same giddy smile on his face as he watched you read it. When it comes to showing love, Samwise Gamgee is nothing short of a hopeless romantic.

[arcanigenum]

Wishlist/relationship ideas/scenarios:

these are just random things and ideas i’ve posted that would be fun to write somehow!!!!!!

Generic 

Lowkey want a muses get stranded on an island-thread

the “going on an adventure into a cave and something is VERY wrong and oh god there are monsters here” is one of my favorite tropes

yes in unrvld there’s a nothingness out on a lake and no one knows what it actually contains, which makes sense, otherwise it wouldnt be nothingness. you cant see it. you just get inside by accident. reality ceases to exist like you know it. you cant get out.

Related to Jacques

KISS JACQUES YOU COWARDS

if you push your hand against jacques’ stomach or something, and do it hard and long enough, will his body absorb your hand after a while? (do it)

sOMEBODY BE friends with jacques pre-cancer and pre-tectus and pre-monster!jacques he gets sick and you know he’s gonna actually d i e within a couple of months but then he fucking vanishes. where is he. is he dead? probably dead, right? what else couldve happened. then he shows up like a year later and is healthy and cant talk about what has happened bc stuff is classified and he’s just like eeeeuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh well im not dying anymore?

be the person that throws every throwable thing around them at jacques because he cheated on them

Pre-established romantic relationship that is rocky and they dont really know why theyre still together when they think about it, and they complain to their friends and their friends are like WHY DONT U DUMP EM and they just safety in what is known even if it isnt perfect

Wow itd be a shame if a monster muse fucked jacques in their true monster form wow what a shame itd be 👉👈

imagine punching jacques in the face and your fist just sorta travels through the head and the flesh and bone grips it

Related to Benjamin

your muse knows him from high school or college or medschool or whatever. havent met each other since. maybe benj bullied the shit out of your muse. team up in the apoc.  consider your muse having to deal with teaming with their abuser from 20 years ago who either doesnt remember them or doesnt care LOL

benj considering your muse belonging to him so he’d be willing to kill anyone who fucks with them but your muse is more capable than benj at handling themselves

Related to Egil

Egil having a bunch of “wives”/“husbands” like negan but the exchange is blood for protection    

POV: egil saves you from a group of baddies in twd verse but now youre his blood slut bag.  he presents you as his blood slut to others as if it was your name.

someone should stab egil in the eye like the living dead person he is. and stake him.

Egil accidentally adopting your muse means he will dad them like a 17th century aristocrat dad which isnt much dading at all, but you might be trained to act like nobility

i have yet to rp egil when his heart fucks up and he just malfunctions i guess cus he cant die from heart failure as a vampire

imagine egil taking you out on a date and you get to feed the flesh building 😔❤  you get to choose whether you want to toss bodyparts into the depths of a flesh pit before or after dinner.

your muse having some sort of weird business kind of deal with egil and his bullshit and then we take it from there :’)))

Consider Egil challenging you to a duel because you have offended him, thats how real men settle their disagreements

if egil ever needs to see some kind of papers on/from staff at tectus he will do it in german bc he’s an asshole well aware of his background. “papiere bitte!”.  now imagine him doing this while carrying his whip and wearing jackboots.

Related to Morgan

anyone wanna meet morgan in a random half abandoned place where an even more random item keeps multiplying

lowkey need morgan to have a close friend or romantic partner who is a criminal bc he’d struggle a lot

just play magic the gathering with him and paint minis

Related to Haq’rhá

your muse meeting haqrha as a child and no one believes they met an alien. they meet again years later when your muse is an adult.

imagine haqrha teaming up with supernatural hunters

note to everyone wanting to fuck the alien: dont let him top unless youre predator proof or equal to his size bc he’ll kill u 🤷‍♀️

SPACE ADVENTURE BUDDIES?

Related to Jeremy

jeremy needs at least one demon friend he never exorcised for some reason. or who came back three times and the third time jeremy got tired of it and was like you know what, i cant be bothered anymore.

if jeremy has ever fallen asleep, hangover af, in the confession booth? yes

fr. jeremy marlowe might be a forbidden thirst trap but that doesnt mean you cant get him in bed haha go fulfill that priest kink i fully support this

Related to Ull

Ull; a calm guy, very chill and reasonable, actually enjoys modern society. Also Ull: SACRIFICE AN ANIMAL AND A HUMAN IN MY NAME IF YOU REALLY WANT MY HELP, MORTAL oh and dont forget my apple vodka

Related to Azazel

who wants to be possessed and terrorized by az )’: whats the point of writing a demon if it cant possess someone )’:

aesthetic: being violently dragged out of the bed by the ankle at exactly 3 AM, held by one of az’ massive, bony hands from his back. down the stairs. down through the floor. down into darkness.

az probably drags people into his mountain where it’s dark and cold and humid. his own personal hell

azazzle might be a flamboyant whiny dramaqueen dressed in silk and gold but now picture him throwing up a galil rifle and shooting up a place while laughing simply because he can- now picture him as a healing figure for ppl with mental health problems and trauma

az doesnt only devour people. he also devours animals. your pets. your cattle. your horse.

survival guide to hanging out with azazel:

- come with gifts. specifically gifts he can eat. preferably a live animal. a horse, thanks! - accept you may die at any given point. it makes it less fun to kill you. party pooper. - refer to him as angel and never demon unless you want to cease to exist. - dont mention god or other angels unless you want a crying and enraged az on your hands. - tell him no and he will throw a temper tantrum, just be prepared - consider not hanging out with him???????????? he’s the deadly sins taken to extremes???????

Related to Elliot

let elliot be the bobby to your sam & dean

anyway let elliot adopt your muse and take care of them and do tarot readings for them

Related to Vigrim

sOMEONE NEEDS TO RIDE ON VIGRIM’S BACK

be his neighbour bc he’s the weirdest neighbour ever.

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[rommahh]

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Pairing: Buckybarnesxfem!reader

{This is for @metalbuckaroo's challenge. I had this brewing for a minute but college has got in a chokehold. I chose prompt #30 from the given prompt list. I hope y'all like this read. Love, R}

Bucky trailed behind Y/N as she ignored his calls. Her boots clicked loudly in the small hallway as she rushed towards their shared apartment. Her keys shook in her hand, body tense with anxiety and anger.

Bucky reached her at the door, his hands loosely gripping her arms. Y/N shoved the door open, her body snapping away from his. Y/N haphazardly throws her keys in the small bowl that sat on the hallway side table.

Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to remain calm.

“Y/N please, what is going on? Why are you so mad?” Bucky questioned, slamming the door behind him as his own frustrations started to catch up with him.

“I'm going to bed.” Is all she said to him without even meeting his eyes. She was quick to enter her room and lock the door before he could say anymore. Bucky stood behind her door in confusion. His body still tingled with the lasting effects of the shots he took hours prior.

Sitting on your bed, Y/N finally released. Her shoulders dropped, her body hunching over itself as the tears started flowing.

Y/N had been looking for Bucky for what felt like hours. He was her ride back to the apartment and having been at this party for over four hours- she was exhausted. There was a twinge of disappointment that lingered in her caused by Bucky's disappearance. He invited her to this party tonight but quickly left her to her own devices the moment the both of them walked through the frat’s doors.

The house was mainly empty except for the few lingering bodies that were drunkenly wandering around. She climbed up the stairs that lead to a common room on the second floor. Y/N’s cute white go-go boots were tight on your feet, making her wince at every step. Fashion was a moment type thing, not a four hour long excursion.

Y/N heard a group of voices leading from the common room once you reached the top of the stairs. She listened out waiting to see if she could hear Bucky’s voice before walking through the doors of the common room.

“I don't know why you hang out with that girl Bucky.” Her ears perked at his name. Y/N almost walked through the door but she took a step back to listen to what they were saying.

“Yeah, shes fucking weird.” The group laughed. “I mean look at how she dressed tonight. She’s wearing a costume.”

Y/N looked down at her 80’s inspired dress with a frown. She thought she looked cute tonight, Bucky said she looked cute. She couldn't stop blushing after she heard his words.

“She’s a freak barnes. All she does is follow you around. Are you sure you guys aren't dating?” One of the boys asked with a chuckle. No one said her name yet but she knew they were talking about her. She could tell.

“Y/N’s not that bad. She just doesn't have any friends. I don't like her like that, not my type. She's got that weird anxiety thing.” Bucky's voice finally sounded out from the group. Y/N heart hurt hearing his words. Weird anxiety thing?

“Yeah, making her a freak. So you're just friends with her out of pity? Are you at least getting community service hours?” The group laughed again, Bucky's deep laugh standing out to Y/N.

“You have a lot of strength for a man who's not getting any ass from the girl he's keeping company with. Shes weird as fuck but her body is still bangin. Have you ever copped a feel of her tits? I would hang out with the loser if I got to fuck her too.” Someone commented. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat. She could feel a panic attack approaching having heard the sexual comments about her body. She stepped out from around the wall into the common room. All eyes snapped up to her, some eyes widening in shock. Bucky just looked up, not catching on that his roommate may have heard the horrid words said about her.

“I-im ready to go home, Bucky.” She hadn't looked up from where her feet were rooted on the stained wood floors. Bucky slowly wobbled up from his seat. The rest of the guys watching quietly, some snickering at Bucky's submissiveness.

“Here sweets, you're gonna have to drive.” Bucky says handing his keys over to Y/N. Without looking at him, she snatches the keys from his hands and quickly retreats to his car. Bucky stumbles behind her confused by her attitude.

Y/N walked to Bucky’s car, arms covering whatever they could cover on her body. Her mind telling her she was unsafe, her anxiety telling her even worse things.

Bucky eyes burned from the headache he had. He felt physically ill as he woke up from the living room couch. Last night's activities blur in his mind, no clear memories presenting themselves. He sits up to rest his forearms on his knees trying to calm his bubbling stomach.

The first thing he notices as he comes to his senses is the lack of Y/N’s noise. Normally the small apartment would be filled with the sounds of her sunday playlist as she cleans about. He also doesn't smell her extra dark and strong coffee that she only makes for sundays. He doesnt smell her out of the can cinnamon rolls either that she would normally wake him up with on a small tray with said coffee.

He finds it odd that her presence is lacking in the apartment. Standing, he makes his way over to her room knocking on it slightly. He hears shuffling from the other side but no one comes to open the door.

“Hey sweets, everything ok?” He knocks again to gain her attention.

“I-Im fine Bucky, please go away.” She stutters out to Bucky. Bucky is shocked by her statement not used to being pushed away by her.

“Oh ok, just let me know if you need anything.” He says quietly.

Y/N remained the same way over the next few days. She rarely came out of her room when she was in the apartment leaving Bucky on his own. She stopped making him meals out of kindness or filling up his canisters of water for workouts. She stopped baking him treats as midday pick me ups. She didnt wait for him to get out of classes so they could gossip about what was going on on campus. She didnt bother him at all.

Bucky felt uneasy about Y/N’s silence. He was hurt by her sudden disappearance. Hurt that she could just ghost him without any reason. But there was a reason, Bucky just didnt remember.

Y/N sluggishly walked into the apartment after taking an extensive exam in one of her classes. She tried to walk quietly throughout the apartment to not catch the attention of Bucky. She walks softly on her feet close to the opening of the kitchen.

“Hey.” A quiet voice makes Y/N jump in her spot. Her mission of going unnoticed failed. Bucky leans against the kitchen counter that is parallel to the opening of the kitchen. His feet are crossed in front of him, hands holding a cup of tea.

“Hi.” Her tone matches his. She turns her body to face his, hands fidgeting with each other. She slightly moved from foot to foot, a trait that had been acquired out of nerves. Bucky recognized her tic, his heart constricting at the thought that he might have done something to cause it.

“Y/N, please, what's going on?” Bucky can see that she's not wearing one of her normal outfits that are adorned in bright colors and fun patterns. Instead, her body is covered in a boring sweater that hides most of her body. She wears a large pair of jeans underneath, a belt tightly bounding it to her body.

“Nothing Bucky.” She dismisses. Bucky feels his anger peak. A range of emotion he tried to hide away breaching over its point. He missed his best friend beyond belief and all she could give was a few words.

“It's not nothing Y/N!” He snaps slamming his mug of tea on the counter. Y/N flinches at the sound. Her hands start to shake, not out of fear of Bucky but from unwarranted anxiousness. “I've given you your space but its killing me. I miss you Y/N. I dont get what happened?”

Y/N feels her eyes well up with tears.

“You hurt me Bucky.” It was Bucky’s turn to flinch hearing her words. He hurt her?

“I don't know what I did though.” His voice sounded childlike as he whined.

“At the party, you let your friends talk poorly about me. You-you let them call me a freak and-and weird. They made fun of my clothes and said you were hanging out with me out of pity and you just sat there and laughed James!” Her voice rose with every word. Bits and pieces of that night float around in his head. He can slightly remember the conversation but nothing is clearly showing in his head.

“I'm sorry they said that Y/N but you know that's not true. We both know our relationship, I don't know why you're letting them get to you.”

“They talked about my anxiety. You talked about my anxiety!”

“That's it? That's why you're not talking to me?” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“You let them sexualize me!” The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence. Bucky’s exterior softened.

“What?” His tone was drastically softer than it was earlier.

“You just sat and listened to them as they talked about my body. They talked about my boobs and if youve had sex with me and you said nothing. They said that they would hang with the loser if they could fuck me...How could you let them say that about me?” Y/N whimpered. Her hands cradled her face as she sobbed. Bucky saw the way her chest heaved with each sob, tears forming in his own eyes.

“I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them say those things sober. You have to know that.” He almost fell to his knees pleading for her forgiveness.

“You even said you wouldn't date me. I know its stupid but I thought you liked me back. You told me you loved me. You've taken me out on dates. You've kissed me for goodness sake!”

“I know and I'm sorry. I do like you, I don't know why I said that. I like you so much.” His knees buckled slightly but he held his ground.

“Obviously you dont Bucky. We should just stay away from each other from now on and I won't be renewing my leasing contract at the end of the semester.” She finalizes. Buckys whispers a small no in protest. “You really hurt me, Bucky. I would never let anyone slander you. I respect you too much to allow for someone else to disrespect you.”

With that being said, she gave Bucky one last look over before walking away. Bucky was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of her door slamming shut and the lock being secured.

Bucky sat on the kitchen floor, the cold tile seeping through his pants to chill his legs. His face adorned with a frown, tears sliding down his warm cheeks. Y/N was his best friend and he ruined it by being a shitty person. He knows he should have defended her, defended their relationship.

Bucky’s rolly chair was his only source of entertainment at his desk in the lobby of the admissions office. Today was a slow day. There were only a few students who came in asking for help finding buildings or looking for the financial aid office. Some high school student came in for tours but his coworkers beat him to doing tours so here he was stuck in the quiet office. He had already stolen a large amount of guest snacks, a cold bottle of tea and a sugar cookie with the school's logo on it.

His chair spinning activities came to a halt when he heard the front door open with a small jingle sounding from it. He took a moment to let the dizziness fade away before he looked up. Bucky felt his breath stop in his throat.

There stood a girl with overalls and a bright colored top. She wore dark green converse, high tops, with frilly socks that peeked from the top. She had large glasses that framed her face perfectly. She was looking around the office, eyes wide with wonder. Her eyes finally met Bucky's, making a large smile appear on her face.

“Hi!” She exclaimed walking up to Bucky’s desk.

“Hey, what can I help you with today?” Bucky asked cooly.

“I just transferred here and I was wondering if you knew where I could apply for on campus jobs?” She placed her hands on top of the counter of Bucky’s desk. He admired her baby blue acrylics that had white flowers on them.

“Oh um, the admissions office is hiring. We do all of the tours for highschool students, or package and mail acceptance letters. Sometimes we plan scholarship events. It's an easy pay type of job. I just sit here and do homework my whole shift.” Bucky answers. “What's your name so I can get my boss to contact you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky quickly scribbled your name on a post it note and stuck it to his laptop as a reminder. “Do you really like this job or are you just trying to pull me in?” She jests with a small smile on her face.

“I mean it's a decent job but im sure with you working here it would make it ten times prettier.” Bucky smirked at the giggle that escaped Y/N. He wasn't normally a flirt but he couldn't help himself with this one.

“Oh really? How many times have you said that line to a girl?” Bucky put a hand to his chest in a fake offense.

“You think too low of me Y/N. I saved that one for the prettiest girl to walk through the door.”

“Hmm, ok. I'll believe it only because my ego needs this boost. Hey, you never told me your name. How am I supposed to write about this encounter in my journal if I don't have your name?”

“My name is James but I prefer if people just call me Bucky. Short for Buchanon, I know it's weird.” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He can see her eyes checking out the way his muscles flex underneath his long sleeve shirt. He may have purposefully flexed a little extra for show.

“No, I love it. I dont think ive ever met a Bucky.” She counters. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her chest pressed against the front of the counter.

“Well I'm glad I'm your first Bucky.” He jokes with a small smile on his face. There was a small moment of silence shared between the two as they just looked at each other. Bucky couldn't help but think about how cute she was as Y/N thought the same thing.

“Oh gosh, I'm probably holding you up from your work.” She snaps out of her little spell rolling her eyes at herself. “I should get going.”

Bucky frowned at the idea of her leave, wanting nothing more than to continue talking to the new girl.

“Right, of course. Maybe I could get your number...so I can notify you about the job.” Bucky proposes. Y/N raises one eyebrow in question, a knowing smile placed on her lips.

“Sure thing bucky.” He hands her a pen and post it for her number. “I wouldn't be opposed to you using this number for things other than work too.” She suggested. She signed her name on the post it note ending it with a small heart.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer. No take backs though when I start sending you random shit.” She giggled, leaning up from her spot. Bucky basked at the sweet sound. He stood up to meet her on the other side of the desk.

“Well Bucky, it was lovely to meet you.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake, he reciprocated the action. Her hands were soft and warm, he thought. She gave him one last smile before walking away.

It was warm outside on the quad as Bucky sat by himself. He sat at the table that would normally be occupied by Y/N and him. Y/N would bring lunch- made by her. Anytime Bucky would try to help her by making lunch she would kick him out of the kitchen. Today, Bucky sat by himself, with no hand made lunch. He had a greasy bag of french fries and a large coke. He planned on eating his sorrows away.

“Hey Bucky!” A voice yelled out to him. Looking up from his fries, Bucky looked towards the sound that broke him out of his fries excursion. Tanner and Logan, his friends from the party, came walking over to him. They both sat down, throwing their lunch onto the table.

“Where's Ms. weirdo?” Tanner asks, mouth full of food. Bucky grimaced at Tanner's manners. He also felt the anger he should have felt on Saturday bloom in his chest.

“She's not weird.” Bucky snapped, fists tightening in his lap. Tanner scoffed, Logan laughing along with him.

“Says you. She is fucking weird. Did you finally get some from her or something? Defending her and shit.” Logan clapped Tanner on his back agreeing with him. “Shit, good for you dude. I would have fucked her a while ago. Probably would have kept her face down so I wouldn't have to see her-”

Before Tanner could finish his sentence, he was thrown from his seat from the powerful punch being landed on his jaw. His feet flew from where he was sitting, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” Tanner stood wiping his face from the blood that started to trickle down from his bloody eyebrow. Bucky had never felt anger like this before. His heart was racing, his breathing labored. His cheeks were red and warm, eyebrows turned down.

“No, you don't get to make fun of her and make sexual comments about her.” Bucky snarled. Tanner rolled his eyes, walking closer to Bucky.

“Oh fuck off with that! You didn't defend her this hard on saturday.” Tanner's mistake after his words was shoving Bucky's shoulders back. Bucky reacted quickly by shoving Tanner with even more force.

Tanner threw a punch to Bucky’s jaw, making his head fly back. Bucky tackled Tanner to the ground, throwing punches left and right. Tanner fought back, hands flying landing punches wherever he could land them.

Logan was able to pull Bucky off of Tanner, warning the two that campus police would arrest them if they were caught. Both boys stared at each other fuming. Bucky snatched his trash and his backpack up, the scowl never leaving his face.

“If I ever see you looking or talking to Y/N, I will bash your face in.” Bucky growled.

Y/N felt better today. She found the strength to wear a cute outfit versus the oversized clothes she had been wearing prior out of fear. She didn't want anyone to look at her in any harmful way. She wanted to wear her cute outfits that were sometimes form fitting and short. She liked to wear her cute period pieces that had her own twist on them. She spent many years hating her body and the way she looked. She deserved to feel cute without thinking she is at fault for being sexualized and poorly treated.

She whipped out one of her favorite outfits today, loving the way it fit on her body making her feel confident. Sitting at the front desk of the admissions office, her feet propped up on the desk. Her shift was going by slowly, no one needing assistance this late in the day.

The door burst open making Y/N jump from her seat. She stood up shocked to see Bucky walk in with a huff. He wasn't supposed to work today but here he was. Y/N gasped looking at his cut lip and bruising eye.

“Bucky, what happened?” She maneuvered her way around the desk to stand in front of the beat up boy. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks to examine his injuries. He moved his face away from her tears brimming his eyes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. I should have protected you from them. I should've told them not to speak about you that way. You are more than some eye candy for men to act disgusting towards. You are beautiful and eclectic. You have a brilliant mind that shines brighter than anyone elses on this campus.” He spoke to her softly.

“I don't understand Bucky. What made you have this change of heart? You didn't give two shits about me last weekend.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“I know and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol but that's no excuse. I love you. I love all of you. You're not weird. You're your own person and I love everything about you. You do so much for me and I feel like shit for not doing the bare minimum for you.” His words stunned her.

“You love me?”

“God, with everything I have. Since the day you walked in here with those overalls. I've spent the past four years loving you.” Bucky whispered. He grabbed her hand, thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

“I love you too, Bucky.  I really do and I'm hurt. I don't think the hurt will go away for some time. You let them speak horribly about me. If you loved me like I was your girl, you would have defended me.” She spoke sorrowfully.

“I know, I know. I can't change the fact that I did nothing but I can tell you that I'm sorry. I'm always going to protect you. I did today. Tanner may be sporting a nasty goose egg on his eye because of his dumbass words.” Y/N giggled softly, touching his bruising knuckles.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“I want to go back to normal. I miss you in the mornings and-and during our lunch breaks outside. I miss you.” Bucky stated.

“I miss you too.”

Bucky watched her eyes drop down to his lip, busted and all. He leaned forward slightly hoping she would meet him in the middle. She met him the rest of the way pressing her lips to his. Bucky relished this moment. He relished to be even sharing  moments with the girl he's been in love with since the second he saw her.

“I'm gonna be better, I promise.”

[shhh-no-ones-home]

heavy cross to bear* matt Murdock x reader

+++++++++ Request @juniebugg: reader and Matt are in a very serious relationship (could be married) but then when reader actually sees Elektra, whom she already knew about but has never seen because she was "dead," she gets really insecure and tells matt that he deserves better or something and he reassures her. Angst and smut"

hopefully its not too ooc this is my first MM smut so i hope you like! and thanks again for the request!!

* - you asked for smut and that really is all this is lol, little bit of story. 

Song: wasted time by skid row

tag list: @cynic-spirit @juniebugg

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i sat at the table sipping coffee and thinking. it was almost nine at night and i knew i should be getting ready for bed but my body wasn't quite ready to move yet. when matt disappeared into our bedroom i figured he'd be changing into daredevil for the millionth time but when he emerged in his pajamas i was a little surprised. and then it hit me. maybe he knew. hell, he always knew.

but maybe it was just that something was off, that i needed him to say it again, to stay with me and make sure i knew. but then there was her. she had showed up out of nowhere and took me off guard more than anything else up until now. one more doubt at the forefront of my mind. that i didnt believe him when he said he loved me despite being married for a year, despite having dated for three before hand, and despite everything he has done to keep me safe. because he loved her first and it felt like the biggest lie ive ever been told. even after a couple days of sitting on it and hoping it would go away. still it was there. in the back of my mind:

"matt i dont know if i can do this anymore."

his head tilted to the side and he looked confused.

"do what?"

he asked almost worried, moving slowly to the table and sitting.

"this, us. i just- you deserve so much more, so much better than- well, than me."

he was quick to scoot his chair closer to my own, his hand coming to rest on mine.

"hey, dont even say that. what would make you think i would want anyone but you?"

now he absolutely sounded worried.

"i saw her matt."

"saw who?"

i shook my head.

"that woman, your ex. you said she was gone."

"elektra?"

he sounded a little broken.

"shes something else ill give her that much. i see why you like her."

he swallowed hard.

"elektra is dead."

i shook my head.

"then why was she here? looking for you. saying your name with such... god i dont even know how to explain it. matthew."

i repeated it exactly as she had said it and it felt wrong. like i was acting. saying someone elses emotions and intentions. they were no longer mine. or at least it seemed like it. There was a long silence and I just stared at him.

"She was here?"

There was hope in his voice and I figured that was it. It made me angrier than it probably should've and my only response was to stand and walk away. I got half way across the living room before he caught my arm.

"Y/n, that doesn't matter. I-"

He swallowed hard and I tried to study his face.

"You mean more to me than anything. Yes I love, loved, her but I married you. I chose you. I want nothing more than to be with you. For better or for worse remember?"

He bargained and I sighed heavily.

"How can I be sure you mean that? What if she comes back? again."

He shook his head, taking both my hands in his and stepping closer to me.

"Let me prove it to you. If she really is back then it doesn't matter. I'm with you, I love you, and I'll always chose you."

I closed my eyes, feeling him get closer and closer until his forehead was against my own.

"We belong together."

He whispered before kissing me gently.

"I only want you."

He kept just as quiet, kissing next to my mouth once, then twice, making his way across my cheek and to my jaw.

"Matt."

I breathed out and he paused. I licked my lips lightly before opening my eyes and looking at him. He really did seem like he meant it. He was trying so hard to keep it together.

"I can't lose you."

He sounded so broken.

"Do it."

He drew his brows and I brought my hand up to touch his face gently. We were still so close I could feel his breath fanning my neck.

"Show me you mean it."

I said softly and his Expression changed.

"I love you so much."

He said before kissing me harshly, releasing my hands and pressing his fingertips into my hips. I hummed against him as he walked us backwards. We stumbled along as he pulled my shirt up, tossing it to the floor.

"Matt."

I moaned, pulling his shirt up next. It was gone in a second and he was back, kissing me and moving quickly to get my pants down. His hands roamed my body just as much as mine roamed his. I traced my fingers slowly up his torso, grazing over his scars before wrapping my arms around his neck. I gasped when he picked me up. There was a soft laugh that escaped him and I was relieved to see him smile even if it was just a second. He knew it would take some convincing and he was right. I needed to know he meant it. That Elektra wasn't gonna be a problem.

"I need you."

He whispered again, laying me gently on the bed and situating himself between my legs.

"I need you to know how much I mean it."

He kissed my jaw slowly, then down my neck and across my collar bone.

"Prove it."

I challenged, my breath hitching in my throat as he ripped my bra open from the front, his lips grazing my nipple before taking it into his mouth. He hummed against me, his finger tips down my torso and into my panties.

"Matt."

I moaned, dropping my head back as he ran his finger up me and against my clit. i closed my eyes, pushing my head back into the bed as he stroked me, kissing his way back up to my exposed neck.

"i love you."

he repeated against the heat of my skin. when he resituated i could feel how hard he was already.

"i need you."

i breathed out, pressing my hips up into him as he continued to finger me.

"matt."

i whined, him removing his hand long enough to pull my panties down. i looked up to him with lust blown eyes, watching him intently as he got rid of his boxers.

"youre still okay with this?"

he asked and i nodded quickly, pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply.

"please."

i moaned, inhaling deeply before he kissed me again, pushing his hips into mine. my breath caught in my throat as he pushed all the way into me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth as my mouth hung open.

"i wanna hear you."

he said softly.

"feel you."

he moaned against my shoulder, dropping his head to the crook of my neck as he placed his large palm over my heart. it was already banging at my rib cage begging to be let out but i could have swore it did when he started moving. he pulled out of me slowly before slamming back into me and i moaned so loudly i was surprised at myself. and then he did it again and again, getting a good rhythm. it was long, and hard. nothing like our nights prior, even on his worst of days when he's frustrated and in need of release. no this was different. purposeful.

"matt."

i held onto him for dear life, pressing my fingertips into his shoulder blades as he continued to pound into me in long drawn out strokes.

"tell me. tell me what you want."

he grunted out, trying to sound as steady as possible.

"i want you. god i only want you!"

i cried out as he thrusted upward harshly. then he did it again and i saw stars, my mouth falling open as i moaned.

"thats my girl."

he praised, trailing his hand down my torso and pressing his finger in circles against my clit.

"youre almost there."

he coaxed, building me up. i could feel the tightness building, pressing my hips up to meet him as he kept his pace.

"im so close."

i panted, pressing my finger tips harder into his bicep as i gripped onto him.

"do it, do it for me, let go."

he said softly and i snapped. my orgasm racked through my body and my vision went blurry. i was breathing hard as he rode out my high, still chasing his own.

"im almost there."

he said, squeezing his eyes shut. he moved to pull out but i wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.

"y/n?"

he asked surprised and i leaned up to kiss him.

"just do it."

i said, pressing a hard kiss to his neck. he kept going, knuckles going white against the bedsheets as he came in me with a loud groan.

"oh my god."

he panted, slowing his thrusts.

"i love you oh my god."

he said, dropping to his forearms, trying not to put his full weight on top of me. my legs were still wrapped tightly around his torso as we both calmed down.

"i love you too matty."

i said softly, feeling him nuzzle his nose against my neck. it made me giggle a little bit and i could feel him smiling against my skin before kissing it gently.

"you have no idea how relieved i am to hear that. youre the only one for me. always will be."

i sighed softly in content, kissing his forehead and dropping my legs.

"im sorry i doubted you. i just. i need a reminder every once in a while i guess."

he kissed my chest before pulling out of me and dropping to the bed beside me.

"i will give you as many reminders as you need, as long as we both shall live."

he said, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it.

"thank you matt. thank you for everything. especially knocking some sense into me."

he raised a brow, a half smirk on his face and i immediately wondered what was going through that mind of his.

"after tonight sense might not be the only thing i knocked into you."

i couldnt help but laugh, him matching it as i rolled onto his chest.

"i know you want nothing more than to tell the father we're finally starting that catholic family with lots and lots of beautiful babies but i still have my iud."

he let out a short laugh sigh before i kissed him quickly.

"but that doesnt mean i couldnt be persuaded into getting it taken out."

he raised an intrigued brow.

"oh?"

i laughed lightly.

"ill think about it. right now i just wanna live in this moment with you."

i said the last bit through a yawn, resting my head against his chest and hearing his heartbeat.

"i love you."

he whispered, earning a hum from me as i dozed off.

[monkeydlesbian]

# MY FAVORITE HAIKYUU BOYS AND THEIR FAVORITE HOZIER SONG (+WHY).

a/n: i’m bisexual and i have religious trauma so who else could be my favorite music artist? i love that irish bog man with everything in me and so do these characters. this was lowkey inspired by @sugardaddykenma because her hc’s are always SO FUNNY. hope u enjoy <3

warnings: NSFW THEMES!! mentions of oral sex, mentions of cum?? (it’ll make sense), religious trauma (but funny), mention of human beings rotting (what did u expect it’s hozier), me self projecting (LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING)

tetsurou kuroo ➔ like real people do: a true classic!! he loves how sappy it is because he himself is a massive sap. something about kissing your lover and becoming alive again because of it and the mutual understanding they have of each other gets him going. me too girl! he always tears up at the part “so i will not ask you why you were creeping, in some sad way, i already know” me too girl....

morisuke yaku ➔ angel of small death and the codeine scene: THE DRAMA!!!! THE POETICISM!!!! he loves it and he loves hearing the lyrics and trying to figure out what the fuck they mean. he’s obsessed with the raw power and emotion in the chorus especially the french idiom for orgasms (“small death” yeah what the fuck hozier). cherry wine is also a close second because of the lesbianism.

shouhei fukunaga ➔ in a week feat. karen cowley: IS OBSESSED with the idea of rotting in a field with the love of his life and letting nature take its course. he’s not even being ironic he just thinks it’s so cool. EVERY TIME it comes on he’s like “wouldn’t this be a fun thing to do?” and you can’t help but worry about him a little bit. loves the guitar and the descriptions of all the animals. goes feral over the notion that the lovers will be “at home” as they decay together. a man after my own heart. let’s rot together in an empty field and wait for the buzzards to collect our remains shouhei.

koutarou bokuto ➔ movement: LOVES the clapping and the way the chorus gets kinda intense compared to the rest of the song. will scream “SO MOVE ME BABEYY” and the “MOVE LIKE GREY SKIES, MOVE LIKE A BIRD OF PARADISE” because he loves the PASSION and the INTENSITY!!!! has asked you if you could make out to this song more than once. you say yes obviously because he’s cute and he listens to hozier and the song is sexy as fuck.

tooru oikawa ➔ wasteland, baby!: it’s all about the apocalypse babey!!! oikawa likes aliens right so i feel like a song about the end of the world (which aliens might bring) would be right up his alley. what is better than living through the end of the world with the person you love? than living in an abandoned and run down city but still being in your lovers arms? nothing is better than that. it’s the confronting challenges and obstacles and having someone with you through it all that has oikawa sobbing.

hajime iwaizumi ➔ nina cried power feat. mavis staples: you’re gonna listen to this song and tell me iwaizumi DOESNT work out to it?? ok. but anyways i feel like this song speaks to him and really gets him motivated. “it’s not the waking it’s the rising” holy FUCK hozier starting off strong. i also feel like the minute he figured out this song was about the civil rights movement (!!! i’m feral) he was looking up every single name that was sang and was like damn this is cool as fuck. he’s also a big work song fan because “there’s nothin’ sweeter than my baby” (i’m YEARNING for the working man)

issei matsukawa ➔ moments silence (common tongue): GOD!! FUCK!!!! he says when he hears hozier compare his cum to catholic rosary beads (yeah me too). every time mattsun hears this song he gets horny because all he thinks about is oral sex. the snapping, the guitar, the chorus in the back, it all makes him go BATSHIT. hears “a moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me” and is immediately laying between ur legs. it’s about the intimacy. the trust. the reclaiming of sexual acts as a spiritual connection between two people. he eats that shit UP!!!

takahiro hanamaki ➔ take me to church: again another true classic!!! except this time ur sad, probably a little gay, and religiously traumatized. me too girl! makki has a love-hate relationship with this song because he loves the idea of heaven being in the bedroom with your lover but then gets sad when hozier says “we were born sick, you heard them [the church] say it”. besides for the symbolism and religious trauma he fucks HEAVILY with how deep hozier’s voice gets and the PIANO????? incredible.

[lily-themadqueen-andpinky]

Affection (Sherlock x Reader) dirty oneshot

warning: handjob, overstimulation  

Read part 2 here, where Sherlock helps you to relax ;)

Read more Sherlock dirty stuff HERE Read more Sherlock stuff HERE

So, this monster citric-acid-mindporn oneshot with 6000 words is the fault of @7soulstars

They brought the monster alive bc of this incorrect quote:

It’ s one of those days, one of those cases, that once again keeps Sherlock under high tension. You don’t know why, because in these moments he doesn’t talk very much, and certainly not about why he is so stressed. You’re no more present for him at that moment than a piece of furniture, he probably wouldn’t even realise if you left the flat to go on a spontaneous two-week holiday.

Even if he tries not to show it, you notice it, you see it, you can look behind his rigid mask. You could make a list of the points from which you can tell that he is stressed and in need of relaxation.

You have told him many times that he urgently needs to find a balance for the mental stress and pressure. A physical activity or at least distraction in the form of mental relaxation to restore the balance between body and mind. But he only laughed for a moment and explained to you that he has no time for such a stupid thing and that he believes it to be idiocy. You are convinced that it would be so helpful for him, especially in such stressful situations.

Since Sherlock is the scientist of you two, you even went to the trouble of picking out statistics, research, reports for days to prove your words, that he can actually work better through activities that distracted his brain for the moment. But he didnt care.

Today you will prove him that you are right. Smiling, you will walk towards him and stand behind him, which he even doesnt notice. He is so busy finding his focus again that he completely blocks you and everything else out, as he does every time. Maybe you can at least help him a little, you think, and sighing, push your sleeves up.

Today is another one of those days when he seems to be struggling. His thoughts seem stuck, his mind seems blocked.

You can tell by the fact that his facial features are harder than usual, that he constantly touches his temple or neck with his hand.

Instead of concentrating on the microscope, you notice that he is often looking restlessly around the kitchen. He desperately tries to break the blockade, but he doesnt succeed.

Sherlock flinches when your fingers first touch his soft hair, and his whole body tightens in one fell swoop as you fight your way through the thick wool to his scalp. You enjoy the feeling of his hair on your hand and gently stroke your fingers through his hair again and again.

But instead of relaxing, Sherlock seems to be building up more and more resistance to your offered help, as if he absolutely wants to prove to you that it doesn’t make sense.

Sighing, you finally stroke his black curls a bit before pulling your hands back again. It was worth a try. You turn away from him, shrugging your shoulders, and want to go back to the living room.

“What was that?” his monotone voice breaks the silence while his gaze is fixed on the cupboard opposite him and he doesn’t move an inch yet. If you didn’t know better, you could assume at this moment that a mannequin is sitting at the kitchen table.

“Affection?” you explain to him barely with a light bite on your lower lip, whereupon he shakes his head.

“Disgusting…” he replies as he turns his head towards you and stares at you with a frown. You can’t help it and you just have to smile. This is typical Sherlock. You know that he’s actually thinking exactly the opposite, but under no circumstances will he admit it. He’d rather drop dead.

You cross your arms in front of your chest and lean against the door frame as he stares at you all the time.

Something is happening in his head right now, his eyebrows are shrinking thoughtfully. Waiting, you keep tapping your forearm with your fingers.

“Do it again…” he finally whispers nervously and quickly turns back to the microscope before he runs the risk of you realising that he liked it.

You won’t let him tell you twice. With a quick step, you walk towards him again and demonstratively stretch your fingers to make them crack.

It happens every leap year that Sherlock asks you to do something like that, and you shouldn’t waste this chance.

This time he doesnt tense up either, on the contrary. With a deep growl he slowly lets his head fall forward as your movements become stronger. Again and again your fingers circle all over his head, and finally slowly towards his neck. You can clearly feel the tension at the base of his neck, and as you massage a little harder exactly over this spot, a louder hum escapes him, and he shudders briefly.

Carefully you fight your way back through the thick curls with your fingertips until you stop at his scalp. You wait a moment and start gently massaging the hairline with circular movements.

A smile creeps onto your face as you can see in the reflection of the glass in the cupboard door opposite that he’ s closing his eyes, which is proof that it’ s anything but disgusting for him.

You release most of your fingers, except for the thumbs. Concentrate all your strength on forcing the muscles next to his neck spine to relax in a circular motion. The movement of your hand continues to move towards his shoulders and you are shocked and fascinated at the same time how tense this man actually is. You are surprised that he doesn’t run around whining with headaches all day long. You decide that you will definitely release every single tension today.

“Why do you stop?” he asks and you can hear the confusion in his voice. With a sigh you put your hands on your hips and look at him with a grin. If you now simply ask him to take off his shirt, you have lost. He will refuse just because he is such a damn stubborn ass.

Finally, you decide to push the collar of his shirt a little to the side, which fortunately works well, as Sherlock always has the top buttons of his shirt open.

With a firm grip you start to work the muscles on his shoulders and you notice that he reacts increasingly to your touch. But massaging someone’s back in this way is simply too difficult if you have to keep pushing the fabric of the shirt out of the way.

Frustrated, he moans in a low voice as your hands leave his body. With a questioning look he turns to you on his chair.

“Sherlock? What do you think about trying an experiment?” With confidence, you stand in front of him and giggle as you hear his annoyed breathing.

“I thought it was disgusting…” you say with a raised eyebrow, whereupon he rolls his eyes annoyed. You need to trick Sherlock, get him to go for it, and just put his stubbornness aside for a few minutes.

“It is…” he just notices and turns back to the table. Shaking your head, you look at him and then tap him on the shoulder, clearing your throat. You don’t give up that easily.

“Are you going to start that again? What’s that supposed to prove?” His answer is bitchy and you know why. The last time you offered him the experiment, he refused straight away. But this time he’s hooked, he has an idea of what can happen. At first you will of course face resistance, because you are right and he knows it. Again he tries to concentrate on his work, but after a short moment he closes his eyes cursing because nothing works anymore. You notice his frustration and gently stroke his upper back with your palm.

“Maybe you’re right and it won’t help you. Then you have only wasted a few minutes of your life and I will never bother you again. I swear to you,” you say quietly and bend over to him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Sherlock usually can’t resist experiments, but rarely refuses them if he finds them totally nonsensical. But curiosity is in his nature and he will try to prove you wrong by all means.

When you want to raise yourself again, you feel his hand on your forearm, which holds you firmly in its grip. A smile creeps onto your face, because you know you have him trapped. He can’ t resist, it is impossible.

“An experiment then…?” he asks with hesitation and you can see the excitement in his eyes as you nod silently to him. With a slight smile that he tries to hide from you, he gets up from his chair and now stands in front of you. Thoughtfully he looks at you all the time, and after what feels like an eternity he bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“OK, I agree…” he mumbles, his look is challenging. You will have to work hard for the experiment to be successful. And you won’t give up under any circumstances until he agrees with you.

“All right, Mr Holmes. Then get on the bed now” you ask him and only get a questioning look in response. Sighing you let your head fall to the back of your neck. That’s a good start. It just might be easy with him for once. Just one time.

“Sherlock, let me explain something to you, my love. MY experiment, MY rules. So off to bed… Oh, and don’t forget to take your shirt off” you ask him in a harsh tone with your arms crossed. He stands close in front of you, barely a hand’s breadth away from you as his gaze becomes penetrating.

“And if I don’t?” he asks in a low voice and bends further towards you so that you can feel his breath on your face. You know his little games, he tries to rattle you to prevent you from ripping him off.

Puffing, he finally squeezes past you when he notices that you are not giving up your demand and goes into the bedroom without words. You have to control yourself not to make a cry of joy and follow him with quick steps.

Because Sherlock hates it when he has no control, and consciously tries to avoid these situations. Even if he accepts it, he will try to keep the upper hand.

But in this case he will lose, it’s your experiment and you make the rules, at least this one time.

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“Really? Just because I took my shirt off?” he scolds you and that doesn’t make it any better. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip. It’s not your fault. You shrug your shoulders apologetically. You curse yourself at the moment because he knows exactly what reactions he is triggering in you. He does it on purpose.

You watch his every move as he unbuttons his shirt one by one, pulls it slowly out of his trousers and finally puts it over the edge of the bed.

Only when he turns to you and looks at you with more or less outraged gaze, you realize that you have been staring at him the whole time.

“You can leave that out of your mind. It’ s only a matter of the experiment!” he threatens you in a deep voice that a shiver runs down your spine. He doesn’t exactly make it better with that.

“Now lie down on the bed for God’s sake!” you scold him in an unnaturally crude tone. The corners of his mouth twitch briefly upwards and he finally lies down on the mattress. You don’t hesitate another moment and climb onto the bed so that you can sit on his back. You must smile at the way he lies in front of you. He lies half on his stomach, one hand under his side, the other under his head and somehow completely twisted. This is more the position where he wakes up in the morning, but not the right position to enjoy a relaxing massage.

“Sherlock, it doesn’t work like that. You have to lie down in the right way. Hands to the side and back straight, come on!” you ask him and try to push him into the right position, which is very exhausting when a sitting giant like Sherlock refuses to help at all. He could cause your experiment to succeed, and then you could tell him that you were right all along.

When he finally lies the way you want him to lie, you slowly lower your weight onto his lower back. But just as you are about to start working his tense muscles, you notice that something very important is missing. A relaxing massage is not as soothing if the fluid is missing.

Unfortunately, there is only one bottle of fluid in the whole flat, which you can use to give Sherlock a kneading. It’s good that he’s lying on his stomach on the bed, otherwise he’d see the slight blush decorating your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, bend over to the side of your bedside table and take out a small bottle. You have been using this product for years to give yourself some pleasure. It’ s not a massage oil, but it should be enough for the purpose. You  enjoy thinking about the tingling effect it has when you use it to treat yourself.

It’ s hard for you to tear yourself away from this thought and concentrate on Sherlock again.

You could put the gel on your hand in advance to warm it up, but then you decide differently. With a slight grin you open the cap and let a large drop of the cool gel drip onto his spine. With each one, he twitches shortly.

“YN! You are about to prove the opposite of what you claimed with your experiment”. You assume that he wants to scold you, but most of his words get lost in the pillow on which he has placed his head.

With a smile you start to rub the gel all over his back with circular movements. If it was just too cold, he’’ll notice soon that his back is pleasantly warming up. This is the speciality of this gel.

So you try to ignore it and work your way towards his lower back. You can feel under your hands that he is becoming more and more relaxed. At least his body, but his thoughts are still racing. You can tell by the fact that the individual muscles are probably much looser, but actually he lies too frozen underneath you. You will probably have to use more questionable methods to really help him. You would also lose otherwise, and you don’t see that as a matter of principle.

You lean forward carefully to devote yourself first to his shoulders and upper back. First you circle your palms firmly over the skin, then you move more and more into a kneading movement.

Again and again you can hear Sherlock’s soft humming. And every time you want to say that you were right. But then the experiment would be over for him, and he would probably be offended to death.

“Turn around” you ask him in a whisper, and even if his expression tells you that he doesn’t understand why, he still complies with your request. You must be careful not to fall off the bed when he turns on his back in one go.

Sighing, you slide your ass towards his knees and tap him on the back with your finger.

“Hm?” he mumbles into the pillow and doesn’t move a millimetre. With a smile, you gently stroke his back with your fingernails once and for all, causing him in turn to grunt a little louder and shudder.

“You have lost” he mumbles and puts a hand on his forehead while his eyes are still closed. Under no circumstances will this bastard admit that he is more relaxed now. Well, you are far from reaching your goal. You want him to be able to think without blockage again, to be able to concentrate again, and you haven’t achieved that yet.

You lick your lips for a moment when you see him lying there in front of you and think of a thousand things you can do with him. But above all it is one thing that always comes to the fore.

You bend down to him and your lips gently touch his.

“ This is not part of the experiment…” he protests in a low voice. You place another kiss on his cheek, on his chin and one on his neck. Doing so, you use your tongue for assistance.

“YN. This is not the deal! Stick to your own rules” he hisses and takes his hand off his head to gently push you away from him. You support yourself with your hands on your chest and push yourself away until you are sitting straight on his lap.

You notice that this has the desired effect on him as you can feel the increasing pressure against your core.

“So you want me to follow protocol? What do you think it would look like?” you ask in a sweet voice and drive your fingernail from his chest to his navel where his hand stops you. You can see that a tingling sensation spreads over his whole body.

His gaze is penetrating and he tries to keep control of his reactions with all means. However, this becomes increasingly difficult as you don’t stay seated still, but keep slipping forward or backward a little bit.

“I did NOT say I was finished, love. And I never said that it was only done with a back massage. I said massage, and this is a very broad term, as you should know” Your words are soft and threatening at the same time.

“YN! The basis of an experiment is to prove that kneading muscles or affection has no effect on my mental ability. We have the proof. My back is relaxed, but I can’t see any beneficial reaction” he still insists that it is nonsense. But you will convince him otherwise.

With a quick grip you grab his wrist and with a light pressure of your fingernails and your threatening look you make him let go of your hand.

“Are you trying to sabotage my experiment, Mr. Holmes?” you ask and bend down to him again without letting go of his hand. He barely shakes his head as he fixes your gaze. His eyes darken with lust and you know he struggles hard not to give in to the need.

You lay your forehead panting on his and as your trembling lips melt together, you lead his arm back to his head. You never thought that having the upper hand would turn you on so much. You will prove to him that you can force even the great mind of Sherlock Holmes to restart, just with a massage.

As you release the grip around his hand, you sit up straight again and reach for the little bottle again. Holmes looks sceptical as he can read the label, but he doesn’t try to stop you.

“You know that it is essential to at least try to get fully into it? Close your eyes, Sherlock and just enjoy it…” the last words you whisper and are surprised that he immediately follows your instructions. He hasn’t closed his eyes properly yet, when a thick drop of the gel hits him on his chest and he flinches again. Smiling, you spread another drop on your hands and then start rubbing slowly over the skin of his chest.

A frustrated snort escapes as you move your hands upwards and work his shoulders, biceps and the muscles around his collarbone.

“I’m just following protocol, Sherlock…” you whisper and you can tell him that this is exactly what he doesn’t want. But it’ s not the time yet for what you have in mind.

Slowly you spread the gel on the arm next to his body and gently massage every inch up to the wrist. You do the same with the other arm, which you first have to pull away from his head.

When you reach the wrist, you gently place your hands on his belly and slowly slide them towards his waistband.

“ YN!” Sherlock exhales hoarsely when he notices that you gently undo the button on his trousers and are already working on the zip.

Again, you take some of the lubricant rub it on your hands again and start rubbing his thighs from his knees up.

“Yes, I know, the protocol. But you don’t just have muscles in your upper body, you know” you explain in a sweet voice and slowly pull down his trousers including shorts. It wouldn’t be so easy if Sherlock hadn’t raised his pelvis. Grinning, you notice that he is finally more cooperative and gives you more and more freedom in the implementation of your experiment.

But… he is still fighting it. His cock is not too hard yet, so you will have to push him. After you have got rid of his pants on the floor.

This alone is enough to make your underwear soak through with your wetness. You watch with enthusiasm that his cock pulsates a little bit and becomes harder step by step as you get closer and closer to his balls with your hands.

With not too much pressure you rub the inside of his thighs and stop as your fingertips rest on his balls. His cock is now jumping rock hard at you and you must be careful not to throw your rules overboard and lick his perfect dick.

Gently, without resistance, you push his legs apart a little, causing Sherlock to swallow hard. It would only take a moment to get him to the point where you want him. Again and again you circle your thumbs over his leg, whose muscle is probably more tense now than before. But that is exactly what you want.

You can see that his breath is getting more and more pressed and he is getting more and more tense all over his body.  His eyes are still closed, and you know that he is enjoying it.

Your grip loosens and finally you remove your hands, followed by a disappointed grumble from Sherlock’s throat.

“I think the protocol ends here. I guess you were right Sherlock. I was wrong” you torture him as you continue to observe him. He then takes a deep breath through his nose and places the arm that has been lying on his forehead until now, next to his body as well.

“Fuck the protocol…” he curses in a harsh tone and looks at you in an exhorting way. But you just put your hands on your thighs and shake your head in scandal.

“Not in that tone, Holmes! An experiment is a serious thing and it should be carried out seriously, don’t you think?” a wry smile creeps onto your face. Oh, that’s so good. You can see his frustration, you can feel it, you can hear it. And you like it.

“YN! Please!” he says quietly and slowly but surely he loses control over himself.

You reach for the bottle with the gel next to you and bend over to the bedside table again, just to put it away for the moment. As you do so, you accidentally stroke his twitching cock.

When you touch it, he curses muttering and closes his eyes again. His breath goes squeezed before he tremblingly takes a deep breath.

“What please?” you ask innocently and sit down between his legs again.

“You haven’t worked all the muscles. The protocol is incomplete. An experiment must always be carried out completely… Please!” he brings out gasping. Due to the fact that he has used the word “please” twice in a short period of time, you know that he is about to go crazy. His argumentation is not even bad, you must actually agree with him. You haven’t worked all the muscles. But that can be changed quickly.

“ When I think about it, you’re actually right. I mean, you are the scientist of us. What would I know?” That’s exactly what you like. You got him in your hand. His breath is trembling, more and more he begins to squirm under you, to somehow provoke a touch from you.

“That’s it… that’s my girl. And now you should continue the experiment…” he gasps and is paralyzed for a moment when you suddenly grab his hard cock with one hand. With the other you quickly grab the lubricant again and open the bottle so that the lid falls off the bed. You shrug your shoulders for a moment, because the bottle will probably be empty when you’re done with him later anyway.

With a firm grip you pump his cock and continue to grab it until his tip is completely exposed. You bend a little lower towards him and he gasps for air as your hair tickles on his belly and thigh. You look at his face for a short time. He still has his eyes closed and is completely tensed. He can hardly wait and you don’t want to torture him too much. Carefully you take the bottle in your other hand and bring it just above his cock and squeeze it tight.

He inhales sharply as the cold, heavy drop of lubricant hits his tip unexpectedly. Sherlock is calm at first, waiting patiently, but when you start to rub the liquid with your thumb, he’s all yours.

His deep groans reach your ear and you can see from the corners of your eyes that he’s clutching the sheet with both hands. As you then spread the lubricant all over his cock and drop another thick drop on his shaft, his breath becomes increasingly frantic. You pause as you put the bottle, which is almost empty, to the side again.

You have a firm grip on his cock on the shaft as you slowly pump him again and again. You would have liked to pull off your pants right now, position yourself above him and let him sink deep inside you. But that’ s not the plan today.

You bend down to him unintentionally and he trembles all over his body as he feels your cold breath on his heated cock. As the lubricant develops a slight warmth on the skin over time, each of your touches intensifies with every minute.

“Oh, shit…” Sherlock always winds more and more under you as you massage the rest of the gel onto his head with your index finger and thumb.

With the other hand you slowly move towards his balls and as you look at each and every protruding vein on his cock, you gently start to massage his balls as well.

You take your hand back to his cock with a gentle stroke, and while you hold him in place with your index finger and thumb on the shaft and put pressure on him, you massage his cock tightly with the other. Through your firm grip you can feel every vein that appears with the increasing pressure.

You groan with pleasure when the tip of your tongue meets his thick head. You can’t just sit there and stay away from it. It’s like putting someone’s favourite candy in front of their nose and asking them to keep their hands off it.

Sherlock mumbles something that fades away in his moans as you run the tip of your tongue around his tip while gripping his cock so tightly that he swells up a bit more. But you know that today is not supposed to be a blowjob, and you move panting away from that perfect dick again.

But you’ re doing something with him that you have never done before, and that is exactly when you need this firm grip.

Sherlock’s reactions speak for themselves. With each pumping his breath goes faster, the grip on the sheet gets tighter and he begins to follow the rhythm of your hand with his pelvis, moaning increasingly with a low voice.

You accelerate your movement a little more and always give his thick head an extra moment of attention. You would really love to just suck him dry right now.

You close your eyes for a short moment and with every movement you lose yourself in increasingly quiet moans.

You feel his cock starting to twitch and open your eyes again as he throws his head back into the neck.

You lick your lips when you watch him, but you do not release your grip. You can feel every little twitch in your grip and smile at him.

“YN, I… I… am about to come…” he pants hoarse and in the same moment you feel him straightening his back. His mouth opens in silence and he opens his eyes for a short moment, only to close them again with an eye roll.

As his cum pours out in pulses over his cock and your hand, he moans loudly and collapses panting on the mattress. You keep squeezing your thighs together, because even now you’re at a point where you can hardly stand it, and you’re glad that there’s still some of the gel left, so that you can later find relaxation yourself.

“I don’t think it helped much. But it was an interesting experiment anyway…” he replies stuttering and inhales hissingly as you strengthen the grip around his cock for a moment so that he doesn’t completely lose his erection. It’ s really more difficult than you thought, he still insists that he is right.

“Have I given my proof, Mr. Holmes?” you ask with conviction and are somewhat confused as he laughs panting and puts both hands on his forehead.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and opens his eyes. Your breath goes faster for a moment as he fixes you with his exhausted look.

“Well, then the experiment isn’t finished…” you say for sure and watch him sit upright, resting on his arms and watching you with contracted eyebrows as you start pumping his cock again. Because you have a grip on his shaft, he is still hard enough. Not rock-hard, but enough to give Sherlock the final proof that his mind will also stop working at some point.

“What… What are you doing? For God’s sake… This is…fuck…” Grinning, you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip and Sherlock starts to whimper. His arms, on which he still rests, tremble with every pump, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he closes his eyes with a groan and curses again and again.

“This, my dear, is called overstimulation. If this doesn���t work, you’re hopeless…” you explain to him and bend over to him to put your forehead on his so that the tips of your noses touch.

With every movement you can feel that every touch must be extreme for him. Everything seems to synchronize. In time with your pumping movement his legs start to tremble at the same time as his arms and his breath but he enjoys it. His moaning becomes more and more hectic and you can feel that his cock starts to twitch again because he is getting harder again.

You close your eyes while you keep rubbing his cum around his tip and his shaft.

With every touch he twitches and gasps more and more. He presses his head tighter against yours while his breath goes squeezed through his nose. He isn’t even able to respond to your kiss any more as your lips meet his.

Since you know that he isn’t able to think or enforce his stubbornness at this moment, you slow down your movement abruptly, and you know that it frustrates him like nothing else in his life.

“Say it, Sherlock. Say that I am right! "you gasp softly and still pump his over-sensitive dick, only much slower than before. Between his moans he laughs briefly and hisses as your thumb rubs his tip hard again.

When you notice that he is hard enough again, you loosen your grip a little and start to massage his cock with both hands. His hands grip the sheet so tightly that you fear he will tear it up. His deep moans get louder and louder each time you do this, and are like music to your ears, bearing in mind that Sherlock is usually quite quiet in sexual matters, and you won’t hear anything more than a lustful groan from him.

"You… you are…goddamn…” he can’t talk, it just doesn’t work. You’re right. He is experiencing the proof right now. His brain is no longer capable of making a small sentence.

“you… you are… right… oh fuck…” his words drown in your kiss, while you immediately increase the speed again. It is only a dry gasp that comes from his throat. By now he is trembling all over his body. Sweat has built up on his forehead and his lips are dry and move only trembling as if in silent prayer.

He is a whimpering mess and no longer able to react in any way or feel anything other than your godlike hands.

Again and again your lips fleetingly meet his, and when his cock finally twitches again and he spills another load, his loud, animalistic moaning goes down in your lips. For a moment he is not able to breathe, but with every pumping your movement slows down until his cock lies in your grip exhausted and can finally come to rest.

Sherlock breathes frantically and as you open your eyes and look at him, you know that you have never seen anything more beautiful than this man at this moment.

His hair is sticking wet to his head, his face is covered with the trail of tears that have made their way and his cheeks are glowing in dark red.

With a smile you kiss him again. But this time he returns your kiss, even if only weakly, but he tries it anyway.

“I…I…” he tries to say stammeringly, but you interrupt him with another kiss.

“Hush… Lie down, my darling. Enjoy that feeling…” you ask him gently and he nods just barely. With one move he lets himself fall back onto the bed and accepts that his body is still shaking uncontrollably. At least his breath calms down a bit while you get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to remove the mess on your hands.

After just a few minutes you stand with a smile in the bathroom door, because Sherlock is still lying in the same position. Naked, exhausted and in a deep sleep. But he is relaxed and you are sure that your experiment was successful.

[tendoki]

hug prompt 5 with tendouuuu

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angy tendou kinda makes me 😳 ngl. this has a lot of build up? I left the ending VAGUE because it just seemed right yanno? this was fun and cute to write though :)

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Tendou . S - Snapmaps

-> genre: comfort

-> prompt: angry hug (not at eachother)

-> warnings: swearing, reader is lowkey horny for tendou, again I wrote this at 5am and projected my thirst onto y/n so my bad lollll, bad grammar maybe?? dunno

not sponsored by snapchat <3

He was pissed off.

Like, super pissed off. You could see it in the way his shoulders were tensed and how his leg bounced under the desk, the furrow of his brows and dark lines under his eyes screamed 'i am three minutes away from committing a murder'. His breathing seemed to be heavier too; and you guessed you wouldnt get much of a chance to talk to him once class was over if the way his eyes seemed to flicker to the clock every few seconds was any indication.

You werent anyone particularly close to Tendou Satori, though you'd consider the two of you friends if asked. In truth, you never thought you would get this far with him, the guy seemed to disregard anything that his teammates werent already fond of; you were lucky, in a sense, that as Goshiki's tutor you were deemed worthy of his attention.

Of course, occasionally your mind would slip, sliding down a dangerous path of 'what if?'s and 'why not?'s. Tendou was attractive, in that weird way, where your friends sorta make fun of you for liking him, before they turn and take a second look themselves. He intrigued you, the way he was so observant as to even bag a friendship with the ever elusive Ushijima kun.

You supposed that's why you bothered to chase him after class ended.

You had lost him pretty quickly though, thinking about it, you seriously wondered how in the hell you could lose a six foot, two inch, scarlet haired loudmouth like Tendou, as if slipping into a crowd and being invisible was something he was used to (something else to add onto the 'Mysteries of T.S' list you had compiled).

After escaping the crowd and seeing no sign of him outside, you relented, recognising that this was a losing battle. With a huff, you pulled out your phone to check his snap maps; he'd always turn them on once he got into school, claiming that it was to make sure if he skipped practice then Semi could track him down and beat his ass with no hassle.

Ramen shop

For the better, you were starving anyway. immediately picking up the pace, you took the 10 minute walk it would take to get there.

how did he manage to go so fast? damn him and his stupid long legs

You arrived, and the place looked empty, probably because of the sign on the door, stating that it was closed for the day. Looking down at your phone again, you confirmed that this was the right address, seeing your own bitmoji stood near Tendou's.

Then the door opened, Tendou, in all of his sweaty, (guess he mustve ran) brilliance, looked you up and down, an action you're ashamed to admit caused a jolt in your stomach. He looked suprised to see you here, but seeing your phone lit up with the familiar interface of Snapchat maps, he smirked.

"What brings you here?"

He sounded amused, though you could still hear his aggravation in how throaty his voice was, you werent used to hearing him speak so roughly, and part of you wondered what it would take to hear that kind of tone from him more.

"You uh seemed pissed off earlier, in class? and I wanted to check up on you. Why... are you in an empty, closed ramen shop?"

"Family owned joint, 's empty 'cause we're closed, and its closed 'cause it's empty"

"Doesn't closing it because its empty make for bad business practice? you're not even giving people a chance to enter, Tendou"

He jolted at this, you were usually so formal and appropriate with him, that hearing you challenge his logic so openly and speak without honorifics was unexpected; his shoulders sagged a little, tension easing from his body as a bemused smile made it's way across his face.

"Huh, guess you're right. Well, since ya here how 'bout coming in and taste testing some of our food before we open to the public again, for safety", the last line was spoken differently, as if he was daring you to say yes, like agreeing on a totally-not-date with Tendou Satori would be the worst mistake of your life.

So, naturally, you bit right back.

"You askin' me on a date now, Satori?", using him first name was dangerous, but you figured he'd get the message that you were trying to be playful, while giving him the ultimate choice of what would happen next.

Once again he was taken aback, before another sag of his shoulders and spread of a smile took over his body; he wasted no time in gently grabbing you by the elbow and ushering you inside.

The interior was gorgeously decorated, the tables scrubbed clean and the whole place smelt like heaven, Tendou sat you down on the nearest chair and rushed off to the back, promising to make you a ramen anyone would consider to be 'better than sex'

It was an hour later you still sat in the shop, laughing with Tendou about whatever tiktok trend he had roped his team into this week, you had texted your parents to let them know you were with a friend, not keen on making them worry and get the entirety of the Miyagi police force interrupting your totally-is-a-date.

Things were quiet for a moment, as you sat and drank some pop Tendou had offered you. You took the silence as an opportunity to appreciate the view; Tendou Satori, in the golden light of a 6pm sun, with his hair down in sweatpants and a graphic tee designed off of one of his favourite anime. You had been nervous when he excused himself to change and 'let his hair relax', but now thanked every and any god in existence for giving you the chance to see him looking so dearly delectable.

Your thought process was disrupted, however, when your eye candy spoke;

"Thanks. For coming, I mean. I've had a pretty shitty day and it means a lot to be sat here joking around with you"

He smiled at you, an intimate one, not mocking or sardonic in anyway, you, of course, locked this moment into your mind, committing the gentle red of his bitten and chapped lips, sloping so carefully, to memory.

Then you registered his words, your brows pinching together in concern, as you reached across and grabbed his hand.

"You wanna talk about it? I'm here to listen and I dont have anywhere to be for the time being"

He looked shocked for a moment, scanning your face to maybe check if this was some cruel joke, like he was going to start telling you and you'd laugh and walk away. After a few moments had passed of him studying your expression, he turned, heaving a sigh and standing up to go to the back, presumably preparing another two bowls of ramen.

He returned not long after, placing the bowls on your table, he began pacing, annoyance rushing back to him as he recalled what had him wound up so tightly earlier.

"... and now he's back in town! God, whatever, I just hope his stupid ass doesnt end up in the same classes as me, I dont wanna see that prick's face again", he had been bullied as a child it seemed, a detail that explained most of the contents in your list of Tendou mysteries, the bully was back in town, and your companion had ran into him when he had left school grounds for a moment; it seemed the boy's attitude had not changed, he had recognised Tendou and began layering on the taunts once more.

He was mad again, you could see it in how his shoulders tensed and his mouth now curled into an ugly sneer while venting.

You sighed before standing up, he needed some comfort, and the worst that could happen is that he pushes you away. You could always just excuse it by saying you have an affectionate family or friend group, and that it's just nature by now to give someone a hug when they're upset. Though there was every reason to think that he wouldnt fall for that, and you could make him uncomfortable. After such a huge leap in your progress with him, taking such a big risk is hardly smart or sensible-

fuck it.

But before you could move, his arms instead encased you. His body shook with brimming rage as he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, bending awkwardly to properly reach. Hesitantly, you reached your arms up, one hand going to rub circles across his back and the other pulling and playing with the red locks of hair by the nape of his neck. The two of you stayed like that for a while, you leaning on the table once your legs got too wobbly to be trusted. Every so often you'd press a kiss to his shoulder, letting him know that you were accepting his affection wholeheartedly, not just reciprocating out of pity.

Despite the hug lasting longer than any other hugs you had given to friends and family, it still felt like it was too soon as Tendou began to pull away, standing back to his full height, though, his arms remained around you.

"Thanks, I needed that"

"yeah, uh, no problem, Tendou kun"

[nextstopparis]

Please literally never stop talking about gwart, I love them and I love you for giving so much content 💗💗 I have to know your thoughts on them just so happening to be going to a village festival together

OH Y GOD anon listen. i love you for giving me things to make write these about jeioejfo. seriously i see these and my day gets so much better you have no idea. i needed this so much. OK SO

gwart going to a village festival together (by accident)(not really by accident but we’ll indulge them):

ok so i think it would happen with the others, but like only the discovery of the festival. i think both of them would break off from the others and start roaming with each other like. 4 seconds in lmfao. 

ANYWAy they would walk really close together bUt oNLy bECauSe its crOwDEd!1!1!1!1! they dont WANT to be walking so close that gwaine - a step behind - could lean his head down and rest it on arthur’s shoulder or whisper in his ear tHEY DONT LIKE IT AT ALL NO SERIOUSLY!!! it’s not like gwaine deliberately tries coming up with funnier/more suggestive comments to lean his head down more often and whisper in arthurs ear. nope he doesnt do that consciously AT ALL OKAY. and if arthur keeps ~discretely~ shuddering at the feeling of gwaines breath in his ear, even as he tries hiding his half smirk half blush half eye roll at his knights comments well then. he’s ONLY shuddering out of FRUSTRATION OR WHATEVER NEGATIVE FEELING MAKES ONE SHUDDER OK!!!!!

they walk around and gwaine doesnt admire the way arthur looks in the firelight and arthur, similarly, does not admire how good gwaine looks relaxed and happy in such an informal setting. and they dont want to see the other like that ever again ok! they dont care!1!

but i bet gwaine drags him over to dance and arthur forces gwaine to stay for a few more. i bet they step on each other’s feet deliberately and smirk at each other like the little shits they are every time they do in challenge. i bet it turns into a game that ends with them breathless and laughing and kicked out of the dance fondly by the other participants. 

i think theyd get different cups for their drinks but i also think theyd be so caught up in each other (beating the other in another stupid game, some dumb argument that they’re having more for the sake of banter, etc) that theyd keep accidentally like mistaking the others cup for their own as they sit on a log to talk, or whatever. (and then one would finish and the other would be half full and they’d have half an argument about that, too).

they’d like. be that one duo that looks a bit untouchable but everyone wants to at least talk to once you know? they’d be so fucking powerful jerrifjeorifjeoifje 

hmm and at the end of the night, when they’re a lil too drunk, they’ve sort of wandered to the outskirts of the village, and they’re sitting bc they cant stand, leaning against a tree and each other, passing some alcoholic drink back and forth btwn them. they both keep laughing these low, carefree laughs at some stupid quip the other makes, even if it doesnt make sense (especially if it doesnt make sense). the noise from the festival is hazy and far away but it also makes the moment seem all the more private. 

they dont fall asleep there, but getting up and getting to the place/rooms theyre staying at is full of them pushing and shoving and clinging and hanging off of the other. they dont end the night with a kiss BECAUSE THEY ARE IDIOTS but i digress but maybe arthur cups gwaines face and maybe gwaine cups his too and maybe they smile at each other extremely tenderly like hmm you’re sort of worth everything i will ever know before parting ways

but only maybe bc they are drunk so they cant be SURE theyre remembering correctly, right? and anyway, NO WAY IN HELL are they acknowledging it in the morning even if they ARE remembering correctly. oh my god.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

Adventure Time Reviewed - Season 1 Episode 6 to Episode 8

From The Jiggler to Business Time

S1E06 The Jiggler

This one is about the cautions of adopting cute little forest animals. I wonder why Finn and Jake are covered in so many bite marks? Why was that kingdom on fire? What was going on? How much trouble can one watermelon get into? Anyway this is the first episode to feature Finn’s autotune voice. I can’t remember the last episode he said something in autotune - there was the s6 finale, then a few scenes in season 7. 

When they take the Jiggler back home, they Get Creative and escalate until they destroy their entire house interior. I think Princessss made an AMV Nightosphere gag about this.  I love how chiptune noises play every time the Jiggler moves on day 1. 

I always loved this episode. I thought it was very disturbing when the Jiggler gets sick, and then explodes. It reminds me of failed attempts to save birds or insects after my cats have gotten to them. I can relate so much to Finn and Jake here. Poor Jake having to keep himself together and look after his traumatized little bro.  I love the OST of this ep. The soundtrack was uploaded to soundcloud once, along with Ricardio the Heart Guy. I love how artistic this ep is with the edible drawings and the painting of the jiggler’s mom. Very bright and colourful. I always found the momma jiggler’s cry to be... weirdly genuine. 

S1E07 Ricardio the Heart Guy

This ep starts with Finn saving PB from Ice King, who humorously kisses Jake’s butt. PB gives Finn a kiss on the.... neck? hat? as thanks, and Finn’s crush truly begins. Oooooh boy.  I always wondered in hindsight why Pb let the ice king roam free to begin with. That question is raised later in this season. Ice King kidnaps dozens of princesses daily and roams free, but Princess Cookie starts 1 hostage situation and is locked up forever. In the ep What Have You Done, it’s reasoned IK can only be punished for recent crimes, but... ehh, there are a few reasons. Pity? Old ties? Maybe she doesnt want to lock up a pathetic old man forever.  There are some really funny statues of Finn and Jake in the castle, they look buff. I wonder who made these? PB commissioning them makes a lot of sense. Hey, it’s Peppermint Butler’s first speaking lines!!!  “This style of massage is called Best Friend Massage. Because it can only be done for friends. It is completely consensual.” Well the first line from Ricardio the Rapist Stand-in is already incredibly sus. What’s even more sus is he’s apparently friends with LSP.  I find it interesting that Ricardio is so intelligent. This must have been one of the motivators behind making Simon really smart. Ricardio is his heart, at the end of the day. Oh, Simon at the end of the show still has maracas in place of a heart. I wonder if that has health complications? 

“I hear you appreciate ancient technology.” This is foreshadowing of MULTIPLE things now. One - Ice King being pre-war. Two - PB building everything out of pre-war technology. Three - The fact there was a war to begin with!!!! 

Jake is trying to help Finn deal with his new emotions of jealousy (burning low war flashbacks) and he’s once again trying to make him happy, Jake never once considered the logistics of whether Finn and PB would ever actually go out, because it was far more important to him that Finn grow up and have the courage to listen to his heart. Jake encourages Finn’s crush to a fault, and provides lots of support to him when he’s heartbroken later on. 

I love how PB and Ricardio were talking about dangerous micro-organisms and poor Finn has no idea how to approach the topic. I love how Zanoits are actualy dangerous and Ricardio uses them as a poison later.  Anyway even PB can tell Finn is jealous. Finn is of the idea that she has no idea of his crush on her. Of course she knows. But from her side it’s exactly the same as Baby-snaps wanting to be a princess, or every other candy person doting on her - she thinks it’s adorable and completely fails to take the other person seriously. At least, until Braco comes along. Then you realise it’s a good thing she didn’t take Finn seriously, because she might have done something ridiculous like make him a robot clone of herself.  

Holy shit, the duck from The Vault!  I just made a post about it. 

Anyway this ep provides a challenge to Finn or a test of his character, ironically through his own test of Ricardio’s character! Finn gets obsessed with proving Ricardio evil to the point that he gets easily baited into punching him, and doesn’t care that the Ice King is basically dying. Poor Ice King. At least Jake is here to approach the situation with a level head. 

I was wondering as of late, with all the post-Obsidian sexuality discourse (in no way ignited by that one towel scene), whether PB was interested in Ricardio during this ep. It’s possible, and in the past, I thought “maybe”? But upon rewatch? No. She is only interested for as long as she can have scientific discussions with him, and as soon as his knowledge becomes lacking she has already used him for all hes worth. SAVAGE. But not as savage as him trying to rip out her heart. Ew, creep!!! 

I should say that Ice King wanted to cast a spell that would force PB to fall in love with him. He’s NOT safe, he’s dangerous. He’s especially a danger to PB. He does kill her twice at the end of season 2, after all. Once again I don’t know why she hasn’t locked him up LOL. Anyway, even if he did cast a love spell, she wouldn’t change any of her decisisons. It’d just make her sad, like it did at the end of The Suitor.  There was that one time PB tried to make a love potion but we don’t talk about that.  Ice King does demonstrate some concern for Bubblegum’s welfare when he reveals Ricardio’s plan to literally murder her. Ricardio’s plan here is pretty slapstick violent, and it’s funny watching Finn beat him up, but when he returns in season 4, it’s far more... personal and insidious. As in, here he could be seen as a jokey stand-in for a predator creep, but in that later episode he 100%  sexually threatens her and forces her into a non consensual relationship, making it very satisfying when PB beats the shit out of him instead. 

Holy fuck I forgot about this joke. Golden.  

S1E08 Business Time

For some reason, I don’t feel like there’s a lot to say about this ep. It doesn’t demonstrate any remarkable characteristics of Finn and Jake themselves. Instead, it seems to be more of an inside joke. 

When they find the business men, Finn and Jake at first feel like the business men are helping them work more effectively with their assists. However, the boys end up just being lazy, and not realizing that their workers are messing everything up. You can sympathise for the business men because they’re just doing what they were told to do.  This all seems to be metaphorical for when Pen and Patrick McHale started work on the show, and they got tons of help from Cartoon Network staff. They wanted to do everything by themselves, but ended up having to delegate. Maybe they feel lazy for it? 

What makes this episode EXTRA SPECIAL, however, is its confirmation of the Great Mushroom War.  By the time the season had released, the first shot of the intro was already Mushroom War bombs. There was also a reference to the war in the previous episode, where PB and Ricardio shared an interest in “ancient technology”. However, the only reason those references exist is because of THIS episode - This is the one they were working on when they decided it should be post-apocalyptic. They made the human zombies, and the icebergs filled with human junk, and then every GMW reference we see in the show is down to this decision. 

I enjoy the physicality of this ep. Finn and Jake crash through the entire gauntlet. Finn’s still wearing his fire resistant glove as he does it. They get covered in bruises, because they... like pain? I liked when you could see Finn’s sword legit being shinier, and his shoes having bouncing noises. And I want to be hydrated! I loved how smushy Jake was when he became an ice cream monster.  I love the colours of the Fluffy People. S1 has this unique art style compared to the rest of the series. They often draw white outlines to white things, it works nice here. 

[eunjiuju]

CHEATER: PART 2 & FINAL

Pair: Jiwon X Y/N

Tags: Angst

Still a collab; only to hurt you.

“I had a good time” The woman he just fucked in the car said, kissing his cheeks, Jiwon smirked. Women are so easy to get, just one message and they crawl to be fucked, He nodded as he gestured the woman to go out, he stayed inside the car for a while, wondering if his girlfriend is already back from Canada.

Yeah, Jiwon cheated and its not his first time, everytime his girlfriend would be out of the country (which is always) he would mess around, fuck others, drink, He is a totally a different person. Everyone in his agency knows it, he sleeps with the staff, with his staffs, he remembered how he once got caught with Y/N. he laughed at how dumb Y/N is still clinging onto him after seeing him fuck someone else.

He went out of his car, looking around to see if fans are there, seeing the coast is clear he immediately went up to his apartment, inside he found his phone at the table, he opened it and saw your message “we are over” Jiwon panicked, he tried calling you but his number is blocked, he tried messaging you sensing you weren’t gonna answer he decided to let you calm down. “Its probably her period acting” he said to himself.

Day 1-3. Still no calls from you and its what he expected.

Day 4-8. Jiwon tried calling you but its still blocked.

Day 8-15. Jiwon got alarmed as you don’t last this long unless its serious. He went to your apartment, noticed you changed your passcode, and knocked hard, calling your name until the neighbours.

Day 15-20. Soju,beers,bars was his only solution to get you out of his mind, he’s worried but it didn’t stop him from playing around, kissing her as if its nothing, kissing her not noticing that you are watching them, tears streaming down your face. But you didn’t bother them, it that’s whats making Jiwon happy even if it breaks you,

Day 20-30. Its been a month desperation finally crawled in, Jiwon realizing this is really serious, he tried calling you again, messaging you but never really bothered doing anything, His pride, pride is his problem, Until he received a text “Lets meet” from you. He smiled, yeah you really can’t get mad at him, jiwon thought.

 Waiting at the restaurant both of you agreed to meet on, as usual Jiwon is late and it didn’t even made you mad anymore, You heard the restaurant door opening with a ting as you saw Jiwon going towards you, you smiled as you gestured him to sit in front of you, Jiwon immediately took your hands into his, you looked at it, stopping yourself from crying. Where did the two of you went wrong? Why did it become like this? How did it happen? How did it start? Am I not enough? Is he tired of me? Am I not good in bed? That the question you’ve been asking yourself for the whole month. Yet you cant find the answer to it, You’ve tried your best, you never cheated, all you ever think of is him, so why?

“Y/N why? Why did you ignore me?” Jiwon asked, you laughed at his ridiculous question, yeah nothing changed, he is still dumb, you’ve always adored his dumbness but this time, you cant even think of anything but pain.

“Lets break up” you chose to ignore his question, you don’t want to blame him, to blame him for not being enough

Jiwon angrily looked at you “Is that why you fucking told me to come? To fucking break up with me?” he chuckled angrily, gripping your hands tight to the point it hurted you and will leave a mark.

“I am sorry, I don’t think I can handle the pain anymore” you muttered, tears are now falling like a waterfall, you stood up, removing his hand on yours, looked at Jiwon for the last time as you walked out, to go to a friends house.

Jiwon in the other hand, was still shocked and speechless, he couldn’t believe it was so easy for Y/N to break up with him, after everything they’ve been to? After every challenges they encountered? What did I do that so wrong? I've been loving her so much is that not enough? Jiwon keeps asking himself. But he still didn't realize what he did wrong after all.

Jiwon decided to move to a nearby bar and keep drinking. But the unusual thing is even when a sexy hot girl trying to seduce him, he doesnt even look at them. He never like this, usually he will flirt with them and end up fucking them. But tonight its different. He keeps thinking about you. He doesnt want to lose you but in the same time he doesnt want to admit his mistake. He feels like half of his heart is gone. And he keeps drinking until he's dead drunk just to forget you.

Jiwon getting messier day by day. He’s always super late to the shoot, sleeping on set, not focusing on his work. He never thought how losing you could affect his life so much because he’s always confident that you won’t leave him. “Jiwon hyung, get a grip. You need to move on with your life. People are already talking about you, don’t prolong this or you would lose job” said Dongjin, his manager. “No. I don’t mind to lose everything but not Y/N. She’s my life.” Jiwon said. Dongjin decided to contact you so you could talk to him “hello Y/N. This is Dongjin. I wanna talk to you about Jiwon Hyung..” His manager goes on and on about how messy Jiwon is. “Okay, I’ll talked to him. But only this once. If it doesn’t work then he’s on his own” You said.

That night Jiwon is laying down in his house, scrolling the album on his phone, looking at your picture. He’s reminiscing your happy time when he heard the doorbell ringing. He get up from the couch to the intercom and saw you on the screen, trying to leave. He screamed “JAGI! WAIT! COME IN!” he pressed the unlock button and few minutes later he saw you in front of his house. “I missed you so much!” he hug you then going into the house while holding your hand. You saw his house is in a mess, soju bottles & beer can everywhere, dark & humid atmosphere makes you sense his sadness. “do you want to drink anything?” he asked. “no thanks, I just drank before.” You fiddling with your fingers before you continue “how are you oppa? Have you eat anything? I brings some groceries to cook for you if you don’t eat yet.” You said with a force smile. “not yet. Would you cook for me?” he asked with round eyes. “yes, please wait oppa. I’ll call you when I’m done” you proceed to the kitchen and start prepping the ingredients. Jiwon keeps going to & fro from living room to the kitchen then he goes behind you and backhug you “I missed you. So much. I thought I won’t see you again.” He’s whispering in you ears. You didn’t say anything and just let him be. He keeps following you when you move and you feel annoyed. “oppa, why don’t you sit at the table while I’m finishing this.” He nods and move to seat. He sit the while looking at you, he thought everything would be okay now.

After the meal, Jiwon and you sit in the living room, hand by hand. He feels you sweaty hands and he knew right away that you are anxious. “Y/N, do you have anything to say to me?” he asked. He look into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. “Jiwon, Dongjin has told me everything about you when I was away.” He saw you sighing before you cont. “You cannot be like this Jiwon. You and me are done. I don’t want to point it but the reason we are like this is because of you” he feels like there’s a huge rock on his head when he listen to it. “But I already forgive you, Jiwon. The thing is, I cannot be the same with you anymore. I cannot feel the same. I don’t want to lie you my heart nor to you. If we keep being like this, we won’t be happy. You need to move on with your life. I know its hard, its hard for me too. I feel you.” Jiwon feels burning anger when he heard that before he yelled “THEN WHY ARE YOU COMING HERE? WHY ARE YOU COOKING FOR ME? WHY ARE YOU LETTING ME HUGGED YOU AND HOLDING YOUR HAND?!” you are shocked from his yelling and feels sad because you came here to talked to him peacefully. “I didn’t initiate that, I didn’t hugged you back. I cooked for you because I feel I should end it with a good memory with you. Why you don’t understand that?!” you asked, frustrated. He saw you trying to get up and he pulled you down while kissing you, roughly. “stop it!” you pulled out from his kiss and push him away. “I’m not gonna fall for your trick anymore. I tried to be nice but you still being like this. I’m totally done” you walk out of him, grabbing your bag and he grabs your leg “don’t go Y/N, please don’t go” he begs you. Jiwon’s pride went down to the drain. He cannot afford to lose you anymore. “you’ve many chances to make it right but you wasted every single time. I hope you learn your lesson, Eun Ji Won” You said while you pull your leg away and run out from his house. Jiwon feels hopeless, he doesn’t know what to do anymore. And he drink himself to drunk again that night.

Everything went like a whiplash, it doesn’t seem like its real, one minute he thought everything would be back to normal, he thought he could be with her again, But he realized how much damage he gave you, Jiwon was finally willing to change but you were already gone, whats there to change? His actions were like a gunshot, no matter how much you stop the bleeding, it drained you, drained you from suffering.

Even at the end, he is still being selfish, all he wants is to see you smile eventhough tears are falling, eventhough you are suffering just to make him better. He wants you to still smile even though you don’t mean it, Just for him who is weak as he gains strength from your smile.

And Jiwon decided to write a song about you, and will always reminded him about his selfishness called “Smile”. And until this day, he still doesn't know the exact reason you breaking up with him.

[mooswords]

OKAY MOO, I’M CURRENTLY READING UR FIC “Home” AND I’M— THE END OF THE FIRST PART WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. “he always comes home” -> IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST TO THE BEGINNING!!! he gets lost in his OWN fields, and that’s saying something. however, despite that, the reader still being reassured (or as much as she can reassure herself) that he always comes home = he has the red string to BRING HIMSELF BACK TO THE READER = ALWAYS COMING HOME. I’M!!!! and i love the silly banter that opened the story. aLso HIS HESISTATION OVER TELLING THE READER THE JOB HE WAS ASSIGNED... BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABT THE READER.... AKDKSKKSKS. the fact he didn’t accept the offer immediately DESPITE being so in love with the sea and waited for reader’s permission is such a SMALL thing, but when you describe his love for the sea as superior, that action shows he loves the reader even more and i just- SLKDKAKDKSK. i might be over-reading and i apologise if i do bUT DO COMMENT ON IT THANK U!! 🤩💜 - ava

u sent me these eons ago and i promise i wasnt ignoring you ive just been working like 10 hour days and i am Exhausted 😭😭 but all of these messages legitamately give me life, i am so incredibly grateful! <3 im so so glad you enjoyed this fic!! and you are NOT OVERREADING I LOVE TO SEE YOUR INSIGHTS!!!! it makes me fall back in love with the fic all over again! <3 

i am SO glad that him always coming home comes through! because it gets kinda dire in the middle of the fic so i wanted there to be that hope at the back of your mind that knew he always came home. but i wanted you to be stressed about it still so :) and silly banter is my favourite part of writing this guy, i had so much fun with it alskdf.

and ok i love u, you got everything i was trying to do there <33 like i was struggling to find the balance between her reluctance and supportiveness. thats a fun (and tricky) thing about established relationship fics i find... theres that depth of understanding that can make the interactions more interesting, but so much of it is unspoken. it was a good challenge! so its so GOOD to hear that it vibes right hehe

THE WAY KUROO PLAYS WITH THE STRING!!! THAT WAS SUCH A FOND MOMENT OMG AKDKSKDK. and it’s so interesting that it appeared before kuroo even left 👀👀👀

she already missed him 🥺🥺 i originally had him tug on her hair and then i went!!! wait!!!! we can do better than that!!!!!!!!

READER IS LOST WITHOUT KUROOO!!!! AKDKSKSK and i also love the little addition where despite it being a POUT, she holds it close to her heart. with the context of their banters + that little scene, it just shows me how much each appreciate every ounce of the other party which makes me SO SO SO SOFT AKDJSKDKSK. and then hitting me with the scene where reader is eating a meal alone??? a punch in the gut. when she realised she’s alone I TOO remembered that kuroo is gone and that softness established in the previous scene is sUCKED OUT—ASKDKSKSKSK. 

im just a little obsessed with the little things and gestures that make u fall in love with someone? like the specific way my friend twirls her pen while were in lectures, or how my dad has that one little smile when hes amused himself with his own joke... and for that to be a last lifeline for her to hold on to before he leaves :’))) I JUST LOVE EST RELATIONSHIP FICS OK?!

hehehe yes im sorry about that puch to the gut oops 😇 that was a scene i had super clear in my head before i started - the bright, bright string against the relative drab of the table and room.

i’m at the part where reader gets lost and let me tell u, the fact they have a WAY to communicate via string pulling alone is SO ENDEARING and just subtly hints they have been at this whole red string thing for AGES (or at least enough to form such an understanding). that’s ADORABLE and really strengthens the bonds they have together 

yessssssssssss as soon as i thought of this idea i knew it had to be an established relationship. i have it in my brain they have been married maybe 2-3 years?? i am such a sucker for unspoken understanding relationships :’)

“You push hurriedly through the crowd, ducking between market stalls and wagons. There’s no string to follow, but you don’t need it to find him today.” THIS SENTENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL in the context of the entire story. and what a perfect way to describe/show the reader that it’s THE DAY. MOO, you’re really serving such great kuroo x reader stories please continue AHHAHA

this entire fic was so self indulgent please dshlfkljadsb but im glad u like this line!! i tend to try visualise the scene like a movie first? and then write it, and this was also one of the first scenes that was super clear in my brain :D

402 DAYS!!!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE 👀👀 also, is this is a little hint to how u had to wait until the end to see timeskip kuroo? HAHAHA that wld be adorable

WAIT YO THATS CLEVER? I DIDT EVEN- ava when i say that is a COMPLETE coincidence... i literally just picked a number that was longer than 365 days... breaking news i am a secret genius JKBDSCN

i also really liked the “in-between”: of reader’s life without kuroo. u can really see how integrated they are to each other’s lifestyle, and not only that, the scene where reader handles a twin’s birth (to me) strengthens how they’re reallllly soulmates. there is a low chance that kuroo knew reader was in a desperate situation, yet he pulled on the string at the time reader needed it. it’s just—telapathy but not really + soulmate system = SOULMATES. do i make sense? and i really love the details, like how we can trace back kuroo’s scar to a moment of reader’s life in the fic. putting it at the end sort of makes me reflect on their situations that happened simultaneously yet not really. it sort of fills me in with this,,, space. that the earth is so wide. i understand deeper what reader means by “oh he’s going to be gone for so long”. it’s just. wow. the earth is so big yk.

YES YOU MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!! it's such a lovey way of looking at it :') can they communicate and understand eachother like this cuz theyre soulmates? or just because they love each other and have learnt the other inside out?? hhnn this is why i love soulmate aus, theres so much to pull apart!!!

and ok yes on the topic of how big the earth is... im so glad u mentioned this, its my favourite part because (not to get like... super sappy or anything) i was writing this through the toughest stages of our second lockdown. our restrictions got to the point we werent allowed further than 5km from out homes, so writing about freedom and big spaces and exploration of far off places was such a nice escape for me :’) this fic has ended up very close to my heart. (plus i was reading @/w-yuren’s hq0819 series at the time so i had travel and adventure on the brain hehe) 

THE ENDING.... THE ENDING.... THE WAY KUROO ASKED READER TO KI** HIM—IT’S LIKE THE KUROO IN MY HEAD YESSSSS. Gosh, this line too “when he kisses you he tastes like the sea; like salt-spray and dry rations and freedom.” may i have a director’s cut abt it :3 AND AKDJSKSK. i really love how the string appeared even tho they were together (the scene before kuroo docked on the ship) and once again, they are together, but none of them are lost because they r together-together. do i make sense? am i overreading things??? again, i have to comment on the banter. it’s simply amazing. kuroo’s replies are so,, KUROO, and they are filled with such FONDNESS I’M SO AKDKSKSK.

IM SO GLAD HE VIBES THANK U I THINK THE FONDNESS IS MY BIAS SHOWING BUT SHHHHH ;P you have picked one of my favourite lines out heheh it was one that just flowed out and wasnt one i particularly had to think about which is always nice. but i think it is a combo of me trying to be fancy lol and me being a huge fan of fantasy-books-set-on-ships. think like explorers or pirates, some rag tag bunch who have to set off on some quest and come back with some of that wildness imbued in their very being... yeah this line was definitely born from me Yearning i think :P

ooo do you mean the wedding scene? that was me trying to hit the ‘feeling lost in a crowd’ idea. you know when youre surrounded by people and joy and laughter and you just feel very small and disconnected? that.

ALSO READER’S DYANAMICS WITH KARASUNO CHARACTERS IS ADORABLE AKDKSKSKK. the festival scene was such a breather and it was adorable to see her interact with those characters. it feels like a snapshot in her life i simply adore that :3

ahh yea! i wanted her to have a life, you know? shes not the type to mope around, like life goes on. that doesnt mean she doesnt miss him oof but theres a whole community around to support her too!! and im very fond of takeda in this scene :’) he takes care of his crows <3

I RAMBLED SO BAD BUT THANK U AGAIN LOVELY I CANT EXPLAIN HOW AMAZING THESE ARE TO RECIEVE <3  

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 6: Sharp knifes and blood (past)

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2943

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

Black and purple smoke clouded Artemis’s vision, dulling her senses to the point where she didn’t know which way was up and which was down. She tried to fight, but her hands grabbed at nothing while a deep, gruff laugh rang in her ear. Where was she? What was happening?

Adrenaline flooded her system as the sensation of being tossed around in a whirlpool of darkness and void made her head spin. She couldn't breathe. She needed to get away. She needed to run!

As the breath was choked out of her, Artemis clutched her throat. Panic rose in the pit of her stomach. There was no way she could fight an enemy she could neither feel nor hear. Her quirk was useless in this deafening void. Her mind raced as she searched for a way to fight this, to save herself.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, the darkness ripped open and she fell. She hit the ground with a painful thud and gasped for air, her aching lungs finally filling with oxygen again. Her body screamed at her to curl up and hide until she’d caught her breath, but the thudding of four heartbeats so close to her forced her back onto her feet.

She found herself in a room with collapsed and crumbling walls. How the hell had she ended up here? Where was her class? The last thing she remembered was her classmates and her trying to get to the exit after the villains had attacked. The black wispy cloud that she’d seen at the fountain had turned out to be a villain with a portal quirk. Artemis recalled how he’d stepped into their way and Thirteen had tried to suck him up with her quirk, but Bakugou and Kirishima had attacked before they’d had a chance to. Then darkness and void. Goddamnit.

Her gaze fell on the four villains in front of her. She could tell by their cruel smirks that they weren’t friendly, not to mention the aura of bloodlust that surrounded them.

Focus, Artemis. Observe.

The villains seemed to be holding back from attacking in order to examine her movements. They were probably taking in every detail, predicting how she would fight and what her quirk was. So, they were cautious. It hit her that her class had most likely been separated on purpose, with her friends sent to different locations to make them easier to take down. The others were probably still inside the USJ.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Artemis looked closer at her opponents. There were three men and one woman. She narrowed her eyes at them and reached out with her senses. There wasn’t a lot of water to be drawn out of the building. She guessed that the portal itself had landed her in the collapsed zone.

For a few minutes, they just stared at each other, each side sizing the other up. Why aren’t they attacking? Artemis thought. They had her here alone. Unless...

“What the hell are we waiting for? She’s just a kid. Get her,” growled the man on her left. His skin was covered in something that looked like rocks.

Artemis perked up. So, she was right. These villains may have gotten in here and separated the students and teachers, but they hadn’t done their research. They didn’t know what kind of quirks they were facing.

She focused her quirk with her hand, trying to gather as much water as she could to form a weapon. Her bow would be highly impractical in closed quarters.

The woman of the group groaned at her companion’s words in frustration. “We’ve been told to judge them by their quirks, not their age, you absolute twit,” she hissed.

“Look at her, though! The little mouse is scared out of her mind,” a man with bat wings cackled, walking towards her.

Artemis’s heartbeat quickened. Four against one would be quite a challenge, even for her. Yes, she’d experienced worse odds before and beat them, but she’d come out on the other side exhausted and injured, and she needed to conserve her strength today. Who was saying there weren’t more enemies waiting for her after she’d dealt with these ones? She had to be smart about this.

As Bat Wings drew closer, Artemis readied her body for attack. Her muscles tensed like a cat’s, ready to pounce, adrenaline flooding her system. The moment she launched her attack, she’d have seconds to cause as much damage as possible. These villains didn’t know her skill level, but as soon as they found out her quirk, they’d begin to plan ways to counter it. Then she’d be in trouble.

She watched Bat Wings’ feet, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. One step, then another. Just as he looked like he would attack her, she moved. Sure enough, he lunged for her, swinging his arm in a punch. Artemis grabbed his arm, yanked him towards her and buried her knee in his face with a crunch.

He groaned as his nose was broken. Using him to vault herself upwards, Artemis jumped right onto the stoneskin villain. There was no use in piercing him with her usual water needles, so she took advantage of his surprise to wrap her legs around his neck, using her weight to spin him around into the third male villain. Both of them toppled over with confused yelps. 

“What are you doing? Grab her!” the woman yelled, her nails growing into silvery sharp darts that she flung at Artemis. They sped towards her so fast she barely had time to dodge. Rolling out of the way, she felt a hiss as the tiny daggers split the air and hit the wall behind her.

A curse rose in the back of her throat. That had been too close. She could almost hear the disapproving scoff of her old man in the back of her head. But she’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall back on that. Her slip up with Bakugou had been enough. She could do this!

With three of the men down on the ground, her eyes settled on the female villain. She seemed more intelligent than her male colleagues, making her the most dangerous opponent of them all. There was no need for Artemis to take them all out permanently. She just had to knock them out long enough for her to make a run for it without being chased.

Artemis leapt at her, raising her fist to bury in her face, but the villain anticipated her attack, ducking under her arm before she could land the attack. She retaliated with a swing of her own, sharp nails ready to cut up Artemis’s face. Artemis tried to dodge, but it was too late. The sharp kiss of steel on her cheek was her punishment.

She stumbled back, trying to put as much distance between herself and the woman as possible. She’d barely taken two steps when the villain threw herself at her again.

As Artemis dodged the first blow, an idea came into her head. She waited for the woman to attack again before ducking onto the ground and bringing her elbow up, exposing the woman’s stomach. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Artemis plunged her fist into her opponent’s abdomen, sending her flying back.

Triumph bubbled up in her gut. She’d defeated the four villains. Now she just had to find a way out of here. Her eyes darted around, looking for a possible escape route. A crack in the wall caught her attention, just big enough for her to squeeze through. She prayed it would take her back to her classmates.

Wasting no time, Artemis lunged forward towards the crack. A heavy body slammed into her side, knocking the air out of her lungs. She fell to the ground, wheezing.

A big hand covered in rocks grabbed her arm and yanked her back up. Artemis cursed herself. She’d been so proud of herself for beating the woman, she hadn’t checked to make sure the other villains were still down. Gritting her teeth, Artemis twisted in the rock villain’s grip. She pulled his arm closer and over her shoulder, then pushed upwards as she’d learned to do in her martial arts training until she felt the elbow pop out of its socket. The villain roared in pain and fell to his knee. Artemis ignored the aching of her side and readied herself to spin around and kick him in the face, only to freeze as hot white pain spread through her back.

Her breath caught in her throat. The pressure in her back increased, and she realised that someone had stabbed a cold knife deep into her flesh. Once again, she’d been so preoccupied with the villain in front of her that she’d lost track of the others around her. The searing pain dulled her thoughts. Her knees buckled under her and she groaned.

A clawed hand reached out from behind and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.

“Crazy bitch,” the female villain hissed into her ear. She pulled her roughly back, exposing her throat to the enemy.

“I thought they were just kids!” Bat Wings complained. “Since when do kids fight like that?”

“That’s UA for you,” sneered the last villain. So, they’d all recovered now. When he spoke again, his voice was close to Artemis’s ear. “Looks like it’s the end of the road for you, little mouse…”

Artemis couldn’t breathe. The knife now dug so deep into her back she could feel the hilt against her skin. She tried to resist the villain’s hold on her, but every movement just intensified the pain that throbbed through her muscles and threatened to drag her under.

The villains drew closer around her, their menacing chuckles echoing through her pain-fogged mind. She knew she had to come up with something… just something that would get her out of this situation alive. But how could she fight when she couldn’t even move?

A feeling of dread spread through her. Was this the end? Was this how she was going to die? Kind of ironic, dying fighting for her life. After all, fighting was all she’d ever done, desperately holding onto the fragile little thing called life while everything around her fell to shit. At least she’d die trying. It was a small comfort as the end approached.

She wondered if anyone would miss her once she’d gone. Probably not. Nobody had ever cared enough about her in the first place to care about what happened to her.

And yet her mind drifted towards her new classmates. Bakugou’s face took shape in her mind. She couldn’t help wondering what he’d think of her death. Would he even care? No... why would he? He hated her. Not that she particularly liked him, either. So why was she thinking of him now of all places?

Artemis grit her teeth. She’d come so far, dragged herself out of that cruel shithole her father had created for her. She’d fought for her freedom, even made it to UA. Had it all been for nothing? Her goal, the reason she’d pushed herself so far. Her brother…

Again, Artemis tried to struggle, but the blade was so deep it almost punctured her kidneys. She whimpered in pain. There was no way she could move like this. 

Artemis, the success of a mission is imperative. No matter the cost, you must survive to achieve the task you were given. Whoever or whatever stands in your way must be destroyed.

How many times had she heard that voice? Her father had drilled these lessons into her head without mercy until they were all she knew.

Life is worthless in the face of success. All that matters is the mission.

Ice spread from her heart through her veins. The familiar coldness paired with the deep, bubbling rage in her stomach numbed her mind, her heart, her emotions. Artemis felt her body relax, the pain that was paralyzing her slowly fading from her mind. She knew pain. She’d felt it before so many times, it was an old friend by now. This was nothing.

The success of the mission was imperative. She couldn’t die here. And now she was going to destroy what stood in her way.

Artemis took a deep breath and let the haze of instinct take over her mind. This wasn’t like the fight against Bakugou. She’d held back then for both their sakes. Not anymore, though.

As the void filled her, her senses opened to her surroundings. She felt herself drawn to the woman’s strong, steady heartbeat behind her. The human body was 75 percent water, after all. That was all Artemis needed to know.

Reaching for the water molecules inside the woman’s blood, Artemis focused until she had a good grip on every ounce of moisture in her body. The woman stiffened and gagged. Clearly, she could feel what was happening to her. Artemis didn’t care. 

Life is worthless in the face of success.

Artemis felt like she was watching her own actions through someone else’s eyes. All emotion had left her, leaving only cold focus behind. She closed her eyes for a moment, then pulled with her quirk. At first, the villain’s body fought her control, so she doubled her effort and pulled harder.

An inhuman retching sound escaped the woman’s throat a moment before the water left her body. She let go of Artemis, clutching her throat as more and more water left her. Her skin shrivelled up like a prune left out in the sun until every ounce of water had been extracted and now swirled protectively around Artemis’s body. With a thud, the woman’s body hit the ground. Nothing remained of her but dehydrated flesh and bones.

The other villains gasped in horror.

“W-what kind of monster child is that?” Bat Wings stammered, walking backwards. “How did she just…”

“I am not a child,” Artemis replied coolly as she turned to face them.

Then she moved.

The water around her sprung alive, transforming into thin, sharp spears that she launched at the villains before her. Bat Wings was the first to fall. The sharp projectiles sliced cleanly through his throat. Then they swirled towards the stone villain and wrapped around his body like a snake, crushing him. Artemis clearly heard the snap of his bones crunching under the pressure of her grip. His lifeless body dropped to the ground along with the two villains before him.

Artemis’s eyes fell on her last opponent, who’d retreated into the corner of the room, his face alive with fear.

“P-please don’t kill me,” he whimpered.

Artemis drew the water back towards her body and swirled it around her as she stepped closer.

“You would have killed me, too,” she replied flatly. “Why should I treat you any differently?”

“Because you’re a hero! You’re not supposed to kill people.”

The smallest hint of a smile tugged at her lips. “Hero? No, I’m no hero…”

The water around her solidified into a series of tiny blades, each sharp end pointed at the enemy in front of her. With a wave of her wrist, the blades launched themselves at the villain, wet thudding noises echoing through the abandoned building as he was pinned to the wall, twitching. It didn’t take long for him to fall still and silence to descend upon the room.

Every heartbeat but hers had stopped beating.

With the threat eliminated, the red haze inside Artemis subsided and she stumbled backwards, slumping down against the wall. Her back throbbed, her head spinning. The blood control technique may have saved her life, but it had taken everything out of her.

She groaned, reached back and grabbed the hilt of the knife that was still stuck in her flesh. She closed her eyes for a moment in an attempt to calm her breathing. Focusing her quick inward, she took control of the water molecules in her own body. If she pulled out the knife on its own, she’d likely bleed out before she could get anywhere near to safety. She refused to die here in this shithole. But how best to go about this? She needed a plan.

In her condition, further combat was impossible. Hopefully, she’d be able to avoid any altercations by keeping low and treading carefully as she made her way to the exit. Providing she could find the exit in the first place.

A thought hit Artemis. If she was still here… then her classmates were, too. Her heart sank. The faces of those naïve and innocent kids manifested in her foggy brain. They didn’t know what a real battle was like. They’d never fought for their own lives.

She couldn’t just leave them here and run away. It wasn’t fair.

Gripping the hilt of the blade with her hand, she focused on her own bloodstream and yanked the knife out in one sharp movement. The pain made her scream, but she quickly stifled it and grit her teeth. She had to act fast now if she were to be of use to anyone. Redirecting her own bloodstream wasn’t as hard as using the woman’s to fight, but it still took a lot of energy, and she was running on empty.

She waited a moment for the pain to subside. Then she felt the wound. Sure enough, the blood was staying inside her. The plan was working - at least for now.

“I made it,” she whispered breathlessly. “Perhaps I can still fight, after all.”

Now all that remained was to find her classmates.

[might-guys-acorn]

im so happy i found your blog!! can you do some hcs for how kiba, shikamaru, itachi, naruto, rock lee and sasuke would act when their s/o is acting goofy cause they are drunk?

Im happy to have you!!! Of course i can! -🦎

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Think its the cutest thing.

Prompts you with questions just to hear how crazy your answers will be

Will keep feeding you drinks, just because its so adorable to see you acting so silly

Plays into it, and is often a little tipsy himself. Cant let you outdrink him, its against his nature.

Generally will result in the two of you dressing up Akamaru in various toddler clothes and taking shaky selfies as a family

Smirks at your blushing face. When you get this goofy, its hard not to let your happiness get to him

Will have no issue cutting you off though. You get too grouchy with a hangover and thats troublesome

If you get super affectionate, he loves every minute of it. He'll try to play it off, but hes laughing and smiling when doing so.

Gives in easily when you try to get him to dance with you. Hearing you giggle as he spins you is more precious than he can resist.

Hides any bottle of alcohol in sight, you dont need anymore if your sitting there telling him how funny the word "pudding" is

Spends lots of time following you around, trying to make sure you dont hurt yourself or break anything in your strange escapades

When he finally convinces you to lay down, youll refuse until he sits down and pulls you into his lap.

Smiles contently when you sleepily tell him how precious he is to you as he braids your hair.

Is excited to see you be just as goofy as him

Will do everything he can to work you up. Especially likes listening to you laugh as he tosses you over his shoulder and carries you around

Kisses your face every 10 seconds. Nothing is more precious than hearing you giggle as he presses his lips to the tip of your nose

Wont say no to a single thing you say. Of course you can go to ramen at 3 am. And of course you can try to make it because Ichiraku is closed. What could go wrong??

Doesnt even realize youre drunk at first

This must just be the spiRIT OF YOUTH RUNNING THROUGH YOU

Thinks its adorable when you challenge him to things.

"Lets have a race. I bet I can beat you." "Y/N you cannot even walk a straight line. Bring it on!"

Catches you when you trip 3 steps in, and blushes intensely when you eskimo kiss his nose while laughing.

Geniunely has no idea how to react. And questions everything youre doing

But wont leave your side, because while its confusing seeing you act so out of character, its also kinda adorable.

Tries to act as normal as possible, but you make every effort to break him and it hilarious to see you interact

"You want to make cupcakes? Its the middle of the night" "Dont put that frosting on my nose" "Flour isnt just boring sugar, that doesnt make any sense???"

[captain-jinguji]

SFW Alphabet for Eiichi Otori pls❤️

👀👀👀 I had way too much fun thinking about this man

EIICHI OTORI SFW ALPHABET

Argument: Do they argue? How bad does it get?

Listen his top priority is you. He wants to make YOU happy as much as possible, it's just, he's very opinionated and strong minded so arguments do tend to happen and escalate sometimes. Like actually a lot of times. 

Babies: fur baby, scaly baby, or no baby?

Scaly baby! He'd totally get a lizard of some sort like a bearded dragon. Theyre cool, don't shed, and don't talk back. 

Cocktails: are they extroverted? Introverted? Both? With their s/o? 

Introverted with an extroverted streak. Outside of HEAVENS, he's actually more chill and likes to keep to himself, but he's still super outgoing when he meets new people. Makes you think you know shit about him when in reality, you don't. Doesn't change with a s/o.

Dance: would they encourage their s/o to join the industry? How would they take it if they did?

Eh. He doesnt want you to join mainly because he wants to keep you to himself, but of course he cant dictate your life. Or so you think. Manipulates you into thinking the idol life isnt for you and that's that. 

Exit: Do they like to travel? Where would they want to go? 

Likes to travel to places with history and lots of diversity. China, Tibet, or the Czech Republic are on his travel destination list; all experiences he'd like to share with you. 

Food: what's their favorite date with their s/o?

The ones where they go all out. Super extravagant outfits, high class dinners, private booths, and expensive champagne. 

Grease: what's something special they made for their s/o? 

A photo book of their adventures together. He still adds to it every time they go travel or something fun happens. It's nice to open it every once in a while and find new pages. 

Honesty: would they ever hide something from their s/o? 

He will never show them how weak he feels inside. Of course, once you know him, it kind of becomes obvious, but he will never admit how much his father and failure scare him. 

Independence: what type of lover are they? Clingy or carefree? 

Carefree only because he wants YOU to stick to HIM not the other way around. Doesn't mean he won't hold you any chance he gets. 

Jealous: are they a jealous person?

Oh yes definitely. Has scared off many potential suitors with his weird grin and creepy comments. Don't mess with what's eiichi's.  

Kindness: how far would they go for their s/o? Ride or die kind of thing?

I could honestly see him go borderline Yandere and maybe even a little past that. Once you're his, you're his for life, whether you see it too or not. 

Love: what's their love type? 

Physical touch and words of affirmation. He knows what his touches can do to you and how to tune his voice just right to have you shaking beneath him. But of course he also uses these for soft moments where he tells you how lucky he is to have an angel like you by his side. 

Mouth: where's their favorite place to kiss?

Behind the ear. It's so easy to reach for him, but also he has perfect access to whisper to you anything he wants you to know.

No: anything they wouldnt do with or for their s/o? 

Anything that puts his family or HEAVENS in harm's way. But then again, if you stick around long enough, you are kind of family too and he would do anything for his family. 

Odor: what's their favorite scent? On a s/o?

Jasmine or Carribean Teakwood. He thinks theyre both very feminine and represent a sense of adventure. 

PDA: how open are they to PDA 

Contrary to popular belief, he's only open to it when he feels threatened and needs to show off his dominance. Other than that, he's just holding your hand. 

Questions: will they be an open book or not? 

No. Even if youve been together for years, theres still things he keeps from you becayse he feels like he can handle them better by himself. 

Reserved: what's something that only his s/o would know about? 

If and when he opens up, all his worries come to you. Maybe it's because HEAVENS just isnt ready for that next show, or he feels like a failure. Maybe it's Eiji he worries about, or that Raging is losing too much money. 

Serious: how long until they start to get really serious with their s/o? 

It's a game to him until it's not. Of course he's in love with you but how far is he in? He won't know until he starts to think about the future one day and you just happen to be in every picture his mind comes up with.

Type: what's their type in a s/o ? 

Someone more submissive and in a sense, feminine. Someone who challenges him, but respects him all the same. Someone who listens and gives great advice; definitely the type of person to calm him and welcome him with love and acceptance.

Untouched: have they been in a relationship before? How many? 

He's had a few flings here and there, but none that lasted because he quite honestly got bored and didn't see the future with them. 

Very: what's something they're really good at outside of music? 

Car Racing! They confirmed it a couple years ago and he just loves the sport. Is super good at it too! He just cant do it too much because his father is scared he's gonna get hurt and ruins the face of HEAVENS. 

Weird: what's something odd or weird about them?

Sometimes he has staring contests out of the blue. Official utapri confirmed that as children, Eiji and him had staring contests, and it kind of carried into his adulthood. He will just start staring at you. 

Xylophone: their favorite part about you? Physically? Mentally? 

Physically its your legs. Eiichi likes thick thighs leading to a nice booty, mkay? Appreciates the jiggle. Mentally it's your tendency to always be there. Youre most likely a very loving person he really needs that in his life. 

Yearning: would they like a family? How many kids? 

He would love to get married at some point and start his own family. He would be a super cool dad and an even more loving husband. 

Zebra: Do they change throughout their relationship? Are they truly themselves?

He may become more open. As mentioned above, i dont think his s/o will ever fully know EVERYTHING, but he does open up a lot more and becomes comfortable.