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[bigfrogdraws]

saw a tumblr post to day and it reminded me so much of tome so i had to draw him x3

[leviathanspain]

keep my heart

eric northman x human!reader

synopsis: you were his achilles heel, his heart outside of his body, and he would do anything to protect it

eric hadn’t given you any details after picking you up from work. you had settled into his car after your long shift at merlotte’s, the restaurant air lingered on your skin, the hard work of the day ached in your bones. you felt everything but beautiful, and initially refused the vampire’s offer to drive you home. but after much convincing, and the reminder that you barely had a choice, you had reluctantly gotten into the car with him.

he looked at you coolly, turning on the radio as he began to drive. you stared at his side profile, waiting for him to say something. eric smiled slightly, “what?” he didn’t know what made you so special in his eyes, from your knowledge and the words of many others, eric hated humans, didn’t respect human life enough.

but you, you had been the only exception, and eric found himself fighting to keep you in his life, even if he’s had to subtly change his ways. yet somehow, the past always came to bite him back in the ass, hence the reason he had decided to drop you off at bill’s house instead of your house. he owed him a favor anyway.

you watched as the silhouette of your house passed you by. you sat up with a slight panic and let out a nervous chuckle, “seemed to pass my house by. i’m surprised you forgot, i thought your memory was supposed to be sharp.” you tried to be playful, not knowing the bounds of his anger, and you never wanted to.

eric smiled softly, “i didn’t.” his hand moved over to the radio knob and turned the music all the way up. it blasted as you exhaled deeply. you were trying not to panic, you hadn’t been in danger with eric before, and you had been hanging around him for a while. but you weren’t sure if it was sookie’s words on eric that came back to haunt you, or just the sheer panic of it all, but for the first time, you were afraid of eric northman.

you recognized bill’s house as the car pulled in. you had been there just a handful of times, mostly with sookie who had been the one to introduce you to eric. you looked at eric and he grabbed your hand, “please.” he didn’t have to say much else as you understood what he was trying to say.

behave. the word went unspoken, and you stepped out of the car after a moment of hesitation. you had no reason not to trust the viking, he had been more than kind to you for the while that hes shown interest in you. courting you, buying you expensive gifts and gowns, more than a small town girl would ever need. yet, you hadn’t shared more than a kiss, nothing to warrant his affection. it was a mystery, his interest in you, but you liked his company, and at times, his protection.

eric could feel your fear, he saw it in your shoulders as you walked next to him. he had been silent the entire time, not knowing what else he was supposed to say. he put a hand against the small of your back, gently leading you into the house.

you looked at eric with wide eyes as you saw bill. there was an expression of distress on bill’s features as he saw you. you knew through sookie that bill couldn’t stand eric’s infatuation with you. he thought it was dangerous, yet he had no qualms of his own romance with sookie.

so to be standing here at his doorstep with said dangerous man behind you, you felt small. bill looked at you and smiled politely, “miss y/n, sookie is here. why don’t you join her?” he stepped aside, opening his arm to lead you in. you turned to look at eric and caught a glimpse of the look he shared with bill.

whatever he was doing, he was doing it for you.

you swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling stiff as you walked into the living room, seeing the blonde ponytail of your best friend, feeling a slight relief. she usually had the answers, even if she always had something to say about your friendship with eric.

she turned as you approached the couch she was seated on. “y/n-“ she embraced you tightly, “im so glad you’re alright.” she pulled away and you furrowed your eyebrows, “why wouldn’t i be? do you know why eric brought me here? what’s going on sookie?” you had so many questions that seemed to erupt at her words. clearly she knew something you didn’t, and she shouldn’t have told you.

her face tightened, unsure of how to explain the situation, you ran off back towards eric.

he and bill had moved their conversation to the library and you pushed the partially opened door, wide open, “eric- what the hell is going on?” you wanted to trust him, and you had been, knowing often that what he did, he did with a purpose.

but randomly offering to pick you up after work, and driving past your house on purpose had been one, but sookie knowing before you did of your own fate was ridiculous, especially coming from him.

the vampires’ conversation died down immediately and eric looked at you with a stone expression. bill looked between the two of you and once towards eric before excusing himself politely.

you stared at eric, and he sighed deeply, breaking the stoic expression and silence that he had been giving you all night.

“eric-“ you were scared, you didn’t want to admit it but in a world that became almost unrecognizable to you in the past few years, you had the right to be. he stood up and walked over to you. he inhaled and gently put his hands on your arms, “y/n-“ eric’s head was bowed, unusual for a man who loved eye contact, “bill will protect you while i’m gone. i-“ eric cleared his throat, “i’ve gotten into some shit and,” he shrugged, “they have a tendency to harm the ones i love. and i haven’t had to protect anyone,” he finally looked up at you, “in a very long time.” as he looked into your eyes, it suddenly dawned on you that your friendship with eric had long been something else.

“i see.” you couldn’t help the automatic reply that came out, you were too occupied staring into the viking’s eyes. unable to stop yourself, you leaned in to kiss eric, his lips catching yours into a passionate kiss. his hands fell from your arms down to your waist, squeezing tight at your hips.

eric pulled away suddenly and you called after him, “eric!” but he was already racing out the door, his long legs giving him the advantage. you saw him walking towards the door and you leapt towards him, but felt hands gripping at you, stopping you from reaching eric.

you turned and saw it was bill, who’s vampire strength easily subdued you. eric looked at you painfully and at bill, “keep my heart, bill compton, or else i’ll be really, really fucking pissed.”

as eric left, and you continued to struggle in bill’s arms, you were left with more questions than before, and at the tone of his words, you weren’t sure if and when eric northman would return for you.

[wonysugar]

close the door | hanni pham

synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.

genre : fluffy smut!

pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

tags : they’re in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, they’re both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanni’s dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! they’re literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh

warnings : none :]

word count : 2.5k

a/n : if you’re rereading this and thinking “hey the synopsis changed and there wasn’t an author’s note before!!” well you’d be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH I’M SO SORRYYFKEJF

anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadness’s fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! it’s truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a ‘hi! my name’s hanni! what’s yours?’ from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable. 

so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.

“bro i genuinely don’t understand why he doesn’t just… run away. cause— get this, there’s obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like i’m aware they needed plot but lord, i don’t know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i mean—“ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.

you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. it’s not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldn’t help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you weren’t really sure what you felt about it anymore.

one thing you were certain of, however, 

was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect. 

and since you apparently weren’t hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.

she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, “hello?” before full-on laughing, “were you even listening to me?”

you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face. 

“no seriously, what is up with you?” she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. “you look stupid.”

“and you look really pretty.” was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didn’t, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.

“so.. so pretty.” you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.

it didn’t take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.

you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, “c-can.. can i continue, hanni?”

you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, you’d only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! it’s not like you see your completely platonic best friend’s naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still haven’t gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,

the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didn’t happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.

as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, “can you close the door?”

“there’s.. nobody home, though?”

she giggled, “oh i know, it’s just that i don’t want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.”

you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldn’t understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.

“come on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!” she exaggerated.

after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again. 

“happy?” you asked in a fake arrogant tone.

she hummed, radiant, “yes, very happy.” before turning her head just right and kissing you again.

eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.

her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing. 

then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??

you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.

a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.

then suddenly, it’s like the concept of making love to her wasn’t as nerve-racking as it originally was.

“s-sorry..” she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.

you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, “don’t apologize, i wanna hear you.”

despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, “is it okay if i go further..?”

nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, “yes. yes keep— keep going. please.”

well shit! even if you wanted to stop, it’s not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.

not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.

you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her. 

so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didn’t expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.

your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip. 

plus, her panties were wet. 

did all of that mean you were doing good? …perhaps it did!

and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!

“d-d’you feel okay?” you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down. 

“s-so okay.” she giggled.

her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.

soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger. 

it was tantalizing.

growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.

thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.

you pulled away after a few moments, “tell me if it hurts, okay?” you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.

she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “g-go slowly.” she whispered.

“i will.” you affirmed.

slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriend’s breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her. 

fortunately, she assured you that you weren’t, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.

once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.

“i-i’m ready.”

you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.

that’s when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.

“is this okay baby—” you asked.

“f-fuck— yes y/n that feels good—“ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.

when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you could’ve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldn’t help but moan at both the thought and the sensation. 

you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.

amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork you’d ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment. 

you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“i love you so much, hanni.” you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldn’t form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.

then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her hand’s grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.

“y/n— baby i think i’m- i’m— mmh—“

that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair. 

you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.

you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.

“d-did i do okay?” 

she giggled, “..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?” 

you raised your eyebrows, playful, “for all i know you were faking it.”

“yeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. aren’t i such a good actor y/n? it’s almost like i legitimately came really hard—”

“shut up.” you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs after changing. 

“hey y/n?”

“hm?”

“…wanna bake brownies in a bit?” 

“uhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.” you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, “unless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of course—“

you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, “you’re fucking disgusting— go wash your hands, you weirdo!”

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

[eccentricallygothic]

Seaside Shenanigans

Pervy Miss!Ellie and Pervy Mommy!Abby can't handle you in a swimsuit, apparently.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, mm/lg, naive little/sub!reader but they're of age because that still needs to be clarified on my blog apparently, groping, public sex in the water, pinching, woman handling, use of strap ons, double penetration, mild fear kink, power imbalance, praise kink, infantilization bc I am a crazy whore, whiny!reader, mild waterboarding/breath play, pet names, mommy kink, miss kink, boob play, mild overstimulation, spanking, allusions to cunnilingus, mild exhibitionism, dirty talk. MDNI. 

Type: Request by @cosmopretty, here.

. . . 

Naturally, Abby and Ellie aren't used to seeing you in swimwear. Actually, much to their disdain, the case is rather the opposite with you having quite a limited wardrobe despite their elaborate and tiresome efforts at scavenging to find the best day wear and home comforts for you. So when they see you run across the beach in your cute little baby yellow swimsuit that curves around all your body contours in the most physically mouthwatering way possible, their initial disapproval on why you're wearing an article whose origins are unknown to them in such a public space is quickly overcome with how your body shifts in the tight piece the more you run.

However, when they call you hither and into the water -that none of the young ones are supposed to enter without a proper grown up- their smiles mask the buzzing nefariousness behind them so well that you suspect nothing as you cheer the fact that you don't have to wait on the other grown ups who are still setting up camp and can splash your way into the cool salty water before all your friends hence winning the title of the first to experience the sea. 

You are still innocently crooning to yourself as you touch the water, shuddering at the feeling because you are so overcome by the foreign sensation while your smaller body -they make it feel so- is being carried deeper into the water, one arm and leg in Abby's hold and the other half of your body in Ellie's. 

“Now let's get this out of the way” Abby coos when they finally have you submerged to their liking. You didn't even notice the hair tie around Abby's wrist that she now peels off to tie the high ponytail that Ellie is gathering of your hair.

“Look, mommy, isso glittery glittery and cutie!” You're too busy swaying your limbs against the current to notice how the women scoot closer and closer to you, their instruments of your destruction hovering over the areas they plan to impale. “Miss, d'you think there's fishies here?” Ellie cannot help but chuckle at your innocence and lack of suspicion. “Innit so pretty?” Their spoiling and love has caused you to develop your own vernacular.

A hint of a smile melts into the younger female's smirk as she releases the high ponytail Abby has successfully secured before her scarred fingers reach for your body. “I can think of something prettier” though you're too awestruck for her words to flush your cheeks, the way their strong hands hoist you up soon later has you squeaking and blushing from their strength that you feel against your skin. 

“M- Miss!” You exclaim as you blink up at Ellie who faces you. Abby's perverted fingers flex on the underside of your thighs as she spreads them before propping your ass against her thighs. You feel a dull tack reverberate against your petals and your eyes widen in realization. “Oh, no!” You protest as you gasp in rising horror. “You tore my swimsuit— oh!” Your knees jump from the shock of what happens next and the women chuckle at you before each stick one index finger in the little hole that has appeared under your swimsuit due to the stitching coming undone and a loud crackle cuts through the air when they pull the fabric in opposite directions.

“Oh, pretty girl,” you feel Abby's fingers grope the base of your jaw to lean your ear closer to her mouth at the same time as when you feel cold and wet cocktips buzz against your ass and petals. “We are gonna tear more than a swimsuit today” you feel her tip fill the crevice of your ass and your pucker shudders in defense. 

They had found these two way waterproof electric strap-ons recently that had a number of natural responses to their physical stimuli to enhance the experience. Of course, the ‘cum’ part had to be filled with lube and that's how you realize this was premeditated.

You gasp as your eyes widen. 

No! They didn't! 

The perverts!

“Look at you acting all surprised after you jiggled that ass all over the beach in this little slut-suit” Ellie's rough mouth begins its work and you cannot help but whimper in response. 

“You look even better with the suit like this, babygirl” you can literally hear the arousal in Abby's voice as she desperately feels your body up. 

In a matter of moments, the young women have you dangling from their cocks that stretch your bands with delicious burns. The ache makes you clench around the silicone ‘organs’ when you feel your insides stretch against the imitation veins and the defensive movement causes the sensors to make said veins ‘twitch’ against your walls. 

“Oommngggh!” A peculiarly strong wave crashes against the tangle of your bodies and the water momentarily clogs your breathing faculties, causing for your limbs to flail and your pussy as well as pucker to relax due to all your energy dashing towards your upper body to sustain the life within it.

“Aw” Ellie chuckles as she feels the strap-on slide deeper up your cavern because of that, one hand wrapping around your ponytail to pull you closer. “I think the little pup likes it” your lips round into a soft ‘O’ shape and your eyebrows furrow as the tip twitches while ghosting under your cervix, your hole sucking the hilt so greedily that the squishy but thick and heavy sack area that is full of a slimy gel you love to nibble and sit during more… fellatial moments tries to help itself into your tight cunt. “She's spreading her dirty little cunt around it an' all.”

You feel Abby's chuckle deep between your ass cheeks. “Of course she does,” a wanton mewl shudders out of your lips as you clench around Ellie, the feeling of Abby's strong fingers pushing into the spot between your shoulder blades to make you more compliant and enjoyable for herself and against the sadist who has begun to speed up her fucking of your pussy makes you whine. “She just loves to be used like the pretty little doll that she is” the way they refer to you in third person makes you feel even smaller. Your pussy fires up and a knot forms between your hips. It is like they don't consider you sensible enough even to discuss your own self with you. Your spinning head churns at the thought and the humiliatingly loud and squeaky sound that begins to emanate from where Abby's sack slaps against the base of your ass only adds to the annihilation of your mind.  

You gasp and your face gets fucked into Ellie's chest. Your vision falters with imperceivable neons at the double penetration getting rougher when the women start getting more beastly due to their primal urges. Curses, degradations and praises are harshly whispered into your ears, your body is pulled and pushed in all directions with the current doing its best to contribute, your skin is groped, pinched and squeezed, Abby's fingers twist your hardened nipples and Ellie's rude hands slap your ass that is undergoing firm drilling by the blonde woman. You gasp against the waves that seem to want you just as bad as your women, somehow finding their way into your nose with every crash, and the way Ellie keeps your head firmly in place between her boobs by your ponytail doesn't help your lungs. And the effort that you put into finding solace by turning it sideways to ease the delicious burn in your chest causes for your facial cheeks to get a good boob slapping, resulting in Ellie growling into your hair and snapping her hips harder and harder. 

The double fucking and rough handling is almost too much for you to bear due to how uncalled for -on your part- it is. And the foreign setting does not help because you're a sensitive little girl. The way both females competitively fuck their way up to your organs with each animalistic thrust only makes you gurgle out whiny moans louder. It is an unspoken tussle between them. They don't ever say it out loud. But everytime the three of you indulge into the passionate aspect of your dynamic, they go better and harder to see who can make you cry and moan the loudest. 

The overwhelming pleasure that you manage to find past the initial discomfort makes you cry into the facial that Ellie's chest is giving you. The sadist chuckles. “Aw, the sensitive little puppy is barking into my tits like she isn't clenching around our cocks to make them twitch into her slutty little tummy” a burst of tingles bursts around your boiling loins and you sob into her drenched skin upon hearing her cruel words that arouse you even more. “Loves to make a theatrical mess of that face like the dumb little whore that she is everytime her dirty little pussy gets touched” Ellie is convinced it gets you off.

Perhaps it does.

“Cut her some slack” Abby's snicker vibrates into your ear because of the way she is draped across your back to keep a firm hold on one of your tits and creep her other hand down to your sloshing cunt to rub it. “She's only just a little baby after all” your jaw cracks from how wide your mouth falls open at the feeling of her fingers toying with your petals whilst Ellie's firm hands spread your ass so wide for Abby's cock that you feel a strain in the slit between your ass cheeks. “Aren't you, pretty girl?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel Ellie's balls push into your greedy pussy. “Just a spoilt little whiny baby that loves to suckle on boob and cock so she can grow up healthy and full of her nutrients” the older girl's filthy words destroy the tight barrage burning hot between your hips and your body starts to convulse as you audibly shudder with humiliating groans and cum from both your holes. 

Or at least, that's what it feels like. 

“That's not fair!” One of your friends pout as they jog up to the shoreline, unsuspecting of how your eyes are rolled into your very skull, mouth clamped down onto Ellie's nipple that you suck like a baby to withstand the simultaneous fuck that sucks your body into the water before tossing you up with the synchronized thrusts that are monstrous in might. Thankfully, you face away from the beach so they cannot see you like the depraved whore that your women have made of you ever since you met them. “You went into the water before us!”

“She's a greedy one, isn't she?” Abby calls back with a secret slap to your stinging cunt that makes your otherwise limp body jump on your impalers. 

“Yes, she is! We promised to all go together but she wanted to be first—”

“Are you guys… okay?” One of Abby's friends, someone considered a ‘grown up’ compared to your friends and you, pull the droning kid away and watches the three of you with an uncomfortable skepticism because she knows her friend too well. 

Though you are too fucked out and dick-struck to do anything about it, the fact that your girlfriends don't cease their use of your holes for one minute as they manage to camouflage it into the water makes you further bury your face into Ellie's boob as you suck harder like a panicked little baby who is too confused and brainless to do anything to help themselves but trust her wellbeing with her caretakers. 

“Just giving her a taste of the adventurous is all” Ellie is amazingly nonchalant despite your ‘breastfeeding’ as she answers the spectator who wordlessly nods and knowingly ushers the little crowd of your friends far away from the three of you. 

“Aw, look~” Abby croons as she gently strokes your petals like she isn't jackhammering your poor ass. “All those cummies have hungered up our little baby.”

“No worries” you whine from the overstimulation that Ellie inflicts upon you just to hear your pleading squeaks, the double sided strap-on bringing her closer to her own edge. “There will be plenty of milkies for her little puppy tummy to stuff itself with” and that means that they will guilt trip you into eating so much pussy tonight that your flush face will be covered in pussy juices before you will pass out from the exhaustion of having to satiate your demanding partners with your worked up plumped out lips attached to one of their cunts. 

The perverts!

. . .

MASTERLIST

[karugoround]

Nagizuru au creatures ~ probably their most normal drawings ever.

🩶

Today marks one year since I made my first Nagizuru post. I never thought I would love this beast so much. Thank you all so much for enjoying this au!

Here you have a small lighthearted fic written by @draconicsparkle as a gift. It's not connected to the original story, just them celebrating a regular birthday. They spoil them too much! ⬇️⬇️

How long had it been since then? So long. Both the creation date and their escapes. But in a strange way, Hajime was glad they had experienced all those hardships and difficult times. For without them, the two of them wouldn’t appreciate the bliss they were living in nearly as much.

Hajime thought this as his one working eye stared out the window in the small kitchen. The garden was visible from here, where all kinds of flowers and plants were growing. Gardening was one of Izuru’s many talents, after all. It would be odd if it wasn’t growing splendidly.

A small smile grew as he recalled the many hours they had spent sitting in the gazebo they had built in the middle of the garden, sandwiches and lemonade in hand while the butterflies and bees flew by.

But today wouldn’t be spent in the garden. No, Hajime had other plans. Hence why he was in the kitchen earlier in the morning. Izuru was still in their bedroom, sleeping away without sedatives. He wouldn’t dare wake him up, even now when they were far away from the Lighthouse’s rubble.

He bent down to check the oven’s window, pleased to see the cake sheets baking nicely. He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pans out, sliding them on the cooling rack. They were the perfect shade and smelled amazing. While they cooled, the brunette got busy preparing the whipped cream and cutting the strawberries he had picked yesterday. He focused hard on his task, not stopping until his creation was fully constructed. A beautiful and practically flawless strawberry shortcake. He almost felt bad for cutting into it and pulling a slice out to place on the plate. But he was far more eager to see the reaction, so he didn’t mourn the perfection.

After gathering a fork and a glass of milk, he placed everything on a tray and carefully picked it up. His months of practice came in handy, as the tray remained balanced the whole way to the bedroom. Using a shoulder, he bumped the door open so his hands didn’t leave the tray. Soon enough, he was placing the tray down on the nightstand. By this point, he knew the Ultimate Hope was awake now. “Good morning. Was your sleep restful?”

The red eyes gazed up at him, still mysterious and cryptic, though not nearly as hard anymore. Being free of pain and drugs was most likely the reason. “I can confirm that it was. The aroma of your creation coaxed me back to consciousness. Not that I mind this pleasant method of awakening.”

“I’m glad you think so, si-” Hajime paused, laughing in embarrassment. “I mean Izuru.”

The white-haired man smirked up at him. “Slip of the tongue?”

Hajime scratched his cheek, right under his silk eye cover. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

“But they are getting to be fewer and less frequent,” Izuru observed. He sat up, the large shirt he was wearing slipping off a shoulder. “Can you hand me a hair tie, my dear caretaker?” he requested once he had risen into a comfortable position.

The brunette was quick to do so, though he did it with a grin. “That was on purpose. You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

Izuru’s smirk didn’t diminish, even as he began gathering his long hair and weaving the hair tie around the locks. “Observant as always, my dear. Just one of the many traits I adore about you.”

Hajime felt his cheeks redden. He still wasn’t able to hide his reactions to Izuru’s words of affection. “I-I do my best.”

“That you do.” Izuru finished making his ponytail, letting it rest against his back. He then reached forward, tugging on Hajime’s arms. The strength of the tugs had been unexpectedly strong and Hajime found himself falling onto the bed alongside Izuru with a yelp.

“Much better,” Izuru stated as he hugged Hajime to his chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The brunette wiggled only slightly to get more comfortable. “But… don’t you want your cake?”

“In a few moments. Let me indulge myself on this first,” was the reply. A pleased hum followed, along with some shoulder rubs that felt amazing. “Another day of tranquility. One that we earned for our perseverance through the blood and pain. The torture those foolish scientists inflicted while playing God. But I suppose it would be best to not dwell upon such horrid memories. It is beneficial to move on and build oneself back up stronger than before.”

The caretaker chuckled. “That the Ultimate Therapist at work? Putting in overtime, for sure.”

“Perhaps. But I will utilize my abilities for our sakes and lives. And I’m sure you are well aware of this.” One of Izuru’s hands migrated up to his hair, scratching his scalp and conjuring happy noises from the receiver.

“What did I do to deserve this? So nice,” Hajime muttered, relaxing into the comforting touches.

“If you would like reasons, I can compile a list. But be aware that it is a long one. It would take some time to read them all,” Izuru replied with his eternal smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll decline. You know how I am with rapid fire compliments.” The brunette relaxed under the ministrations, enjoying every second.

“Oh, I do have something to retrieve. Remain here in bed, okay?” Izuru withdrew and extracted himself from the bed covers, standing up and walking over to his closet. Hajime watched in confusion, especially as the pale man pulled out a giant crocheted blanket with a mandala design. “You are always making things for me, so I figured I could return the favor. It was surprisingly easy to keep my work on this little project secret from you. Though, I am certainly not complaining,” Izuru commented as he brought the blanket over, laying it over Hajime and tucking him in. “The pattern is a representation of our spiritual and physical journey through our lives. That we found our fulfillment after our struggles. Quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”

Hajime’s eyes, both functional and broken, widened at the colorful blanket now around him. He ran a hand over the design, admiring the nice material and the quality of the gift. “I… I don’t know what to say… This is…”

Izuru sat next to him, sliding under the blanket next to him. “I already know, so don’t fret. Nothing needs to be expressed.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the plate and fork. “Now then, how about we try your splendid creation?” The full strawberry on top was speared with the fork and was raised to their faces. “I’ll give you the honor of taking the decoration. You won’t refuse, will you?”

Hajime’s breath was shaky as he nodded. “You know that I would never refuse anything from you. Neither back then, nor now.”

“Excellent. Though there is one condition to get this. You will have to take it from me.” Izuru placed the lower half of the strawberry into his mouth, the thicker half sticking out. And the mischievous look in those ruby red eyes implied exactly what Izuru was insinuating.

Hajime’s face turned as red as the berry. They were about to do this, weren’t they? But he couldn’t go back on his promise, so he swallowed his nerves. He leaned forward and locked lips with the other, the kiss tasting like the sweet fruit. It lasted for several moments, neither of them eager to break it. Eventually, they did separate, the strawberry now in Hajime’s mouth. He focused on chewing to buy himself time to calm down from the rush of emotions. Though this was easily seen by the Ultimate Analyst, if the smirk was anything to go off of.

“Now, I shall taste test your work. Though I don’t doubt it will be fantastic. Thank you for the treat,” the Ultimate Hope said as he cut into the cake and took a delicate bite. “A nice way to wake up and start the day. And here’s to many more in our future.”

Hajime snuggled under the beautiful blanket a little more, resting his head on Izuru’s shoulder. Finally comfortable with initiating close contact after all this time. “Yes. I hope and wish for that, too.”

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birthday wish (d word matty x reader fluff)

it's the 6th for me already so here's the first of the matty35 birthday celebration fics, as organised by lovely @the1975attheirverybest and @abiiors!! pre-dating, very sweet, hope you enjoy <3

“for fuck's sake, matty, will you just fucking ask her?”

george is all but bashing his head off the desk in the office he and matty have unofficially claimed as their own, while the latter paces across the carpet, biting at the skin around his nails. “dunno, george. what if she says no?”

“wouldn't be the first time a hot girl's told you to do one, would it?”

“fuck off,” matty smacks his friend on the back of the head. objectively, he knows george is right - you are hot, that's merely a fact, you're gorgeous - but that doesn't mean he has to like hearing him bring it up.

whatever. it's not like matty can get mardy at him for it - he isn't your boyfriend, after all. technically, you're barely even friends; he's known you all of four weeks, and has yet to see you in a social setting. 

he really fucking wants to, though. hence, his current dilemma.

george laughs. “mate, you're only asking her to come over to mine for your birthday drinks. it's not like you're asking her out or anything.”

“no,” matty hums, eyes unfocusing on their view out the window as his brain conjures up thoughts of doing just that. it's a nice thought, admittedly not an unfamiliar one, and something he will absolutely get distracted imagining if he doesn't snap out of it now. he blinks. “i just think it'd be nice if she was there, y'know? but, at the same time, i don't want her to feel weird about me asking, cos she doesn't know us that well yet.”

“i think you're overthinking it,” comes the salient reply. “can sort-of see where you're coming from, but i reckon if you just fucking ask her like a normal person then it'll be fine.”

matty sighs. “alright. you're right. i'll ask her before the end of the day.”

“well,” george turns to him, shit-eating grin on his face. he nods towards the glass panel on the door. “she's heading towards us, so you're doing it now.”

fuck. matty peers through the window, heart softening as he watches you wander towards him - sorry, them - stack of papers in hand and your hair escaping the messy ponytail he watched you shove it into earlier. “perfect.”

he barely has time to force the panic from his face before you're knocking softly on the half-open door, poking your head around it with a sweet smile. “hi, boys. am i okay to come in with some admin? i can come back later if you're busy.”

matty opens his mouth to speak, but george beats him to it. “oh, we're not busy at all. matty was just doing my fucking head in, as per,” he laughs when matty scowls at him. “what d'you need?”

“just got some risk assessments for album events that i need you to read and sign. the fun stuff,” you awkwardly (endearingly, matty would say) put the papers on the desk, looking up at matty as you step back and shyly clasp your hands behind your back. god, you are so fucking cute. “and, for the record, i doubt what george just said about you is true, matty.”

“thank you, darling,” matty smiles, at the exact same time as george says “no, he genuinely was being a pain in the arse”; he turns to his best friend, glaring. “what, george, like you're being to me now?”

george winks at you. “worse.”

you giggle nervously, turning towards the door - matty's heart drops as you do. “well, don't let me get in the way. just get those back to me as soon as you can, please, alright?”

“wait, before you go,” george calls after you. “can we talk to you about something?”

“um, yeah?” you turn back around, pretty face panicked, and nervously cross one arm over your stomach to hold the other. “am i in trouble?”

fuck, you are so adorable. matty smiles as softly as possible - not difficult, though, when it’s you he’s smiling at. “no, no, of course not. what would you even be in trouble for, anyway? you’re perfect.”

“oh,” you smile bashfully. “thank you.”

“it’s true. anyway,” matty clears his suddenly-very-dry throat as best he can. “we were wondering… are you, um, busy on saturday?”

“the 9th?” your brow furrows as you think. “yeah, i am, actually - my friend’s moving in with his boyfriend, and i said i’d help,” the panicked expression crosses your face again. “why do you ask? is there something else on that day that i should be at?”

crestfallen, matty replies with a “no, it’s alright, not a big deal”; george cuts him off, though. “it’s not a work thing, no - we were just gonna ask if you wanted to come to the little birthday celebration we’re having for matty at mine that day-”

“but really, if you can’t make it, no hard feelings,” matty interjects, practically tripping over his words in his haste to reassure you (read: seem cool about it, and not let on that he’s disappointed). “we know it’s short notice.”

you blink a few times, biting your lip before you look directly at matty and speak. “what time would you want me?”

well, anytime, all the time, really. “oh. just after 4? it’s quite casual, not a sit-down dinner or anything. but, like i said, no pressure.”

“no, i think i could probably be there for that time!” you nod enthusiastically. “i’ll text you if anything changes, but,” you beam, and matty thinks his heart might pack in. “i’ll do my best to be there. thanks for asking, both of you.”

“of course,” george grins. “you’re our friend. why wouldn’t we ask you?”

he isn’t technically wrong, calling you that on behalf of both of them, but it still makes matty feel like he’s bitten into a lemon. a friend; how he wishes there was another word prefixing it, one only he could use to describe you.

still, you’ll hopefully be there to celebrate his birthday with him, and that sweetens everything - if you turn up, that is. “exactly. you’re top of the guestlist, darling.”

you huff out a laugh, looking at matty so affectionately he could cry. “better make a proper effort to get to the party, then,” you look at your watch. “i’m sorry, i’ve got to run to a meeting - hopefully see you at the weekend?”

“yeah,” matty nods. you’re out of the office before he can finish speaking, and his parting phrase comes out feebly as a result. “bye, darling.”

he moves to sit back at his desk, lifting one of the risk assessments and beginning to read it in silence. george peers round his laptop, gawking at his best friend. “why you being all emo?”

“i’m not.”

“yeah, you are. you’re like a black cloud,” a beat passes, then george speaks again, voice softer. “the invitation went well, at least.”

matty hums noncommittally. “s’pose.” 

“it did, matthew. she was excited. she said she’d try her best to be there. those are good things.”

“i know,” matty sighs. “i just… i hope she’ll be there. be a shame if she wasn’t.”

“i think she will.”

“well, we’ll see.”

***

“... happy birthday, dear matty, happy birthday to you!”

matty smiles at the mismatched chorus of voices, laughing when charli ruffles his hair after she sets the cake down on the coffee table in front of him. “oi, bean,” he lightly taps eilidh, sat on his lap, on the shoulder. “i know we’re a bit early to be celebrating your birthday, but will you help me blow out the candles?”

she nods excitedly, tiny ponytail bouncing. matty beams, and they gently blow out a “3” candle each, to a soundtrack of applause. ross, sat next to the two of them, reaches over to smooth his daughter’s hair. “have the cigarettes finally caught up to you, or are you just getting too old?”

matty furrows his brow. “d’you mean?”

“well, you just needed my toddler’s help to blow out your candles - stop it, i’m joking,” his friend laughs, leaning to the side to avoid matty smacking the back of his head. “did you make a wish?”

“obviously.”

“what for?”

“can’t tell you,” matty takes a sip of his wine, lifting it out of eilidh’s reach - ross lifts her onto his own lap, and she cuddles into him quite cutely. “won’t come true, otherwise.”

“fair enough,” ross shrugs. he nods to something behind matty. “g’s trying to get your attention, mate.”

“is he?” matty turns, heart rate increasing when he hears george saying your name into the phone pressed to his ear. after excusing himself from the table, he quickly follows his friend into the quiet hallway, tensing every muscle in his body to stop his leg bouncing in nervous anticipation.

the nerves fade quickly, though - george smiles as he talks, and then he says something that makes matty want to actually skip around the house. “you’re almost here? amazing, everyone’s looking forward to seeing you…”

understatement of the fucking century.

“... and yeah, i’ll make sure someone’s outside so you know where to go,” he laughs down the line, and matty’s heart melts at the thought of you endearingly asking for that. “alright, no worries. see you soon,” george ends the call, sighing dramatically before smirking at the birthday boy. “told you she’d be here.”

“yeah, yeah,” matty rolls his eyes, but he can’t keep his cheeks from lifting into a smile, no matter how hard he tries. although, to be fair, he’s not trying particularly hard. “i’ll wait for her, mate.”

“you sure? it’s your party, after all.”

“exactly - i should be there to greet the guests,” matty smirks. “and i fancy a cig, too, if i’m honest.”

george scoffs. “typical. here,” he chucks a set of house keys at matty, who manages to catch them with the very tips of his fingers. “you’d better head out now.”

“sweet.”

it’s actually a little bit chilly when matty steps outside george’s front door, but it’s a nice evening; the sun is just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over london, the birds are chirping quietly, and the whole thing is just really quite peaceful. he perches as well as he can on the front gate, lighting up a cigarette and contentedly taking a drag. by the time your uber arrives, he’s halfway finished the cig, but he barely has time to even think about stubbing it out before you’re out of the car and walking towards him. 

he waves, eyes trailing slowly up your body, lingering on your bare legs and almost popping out of his head when they take notice of the slight cleavage your sundress is showing off. not that it’s obscene, or anything, he’s just so used to seeing you all office-chic and buttoned-up. still, matty quickly shifts his focus to that beautiful face of yours, just to keep his cool.

as if he could, around you.

you beam as you near him. “hi! i’m so, so sorry i’m late,” you open your arms for a hug, and he slots into them eagerly, savouring the rose of your perfume. “had to marinate in the shower for a bit after today, i stunk.”

“well, you smell good now. and you look it, too, i love that dress,” matty replies, heart breaking ever so slightly when you pull apart. “and you’re here, that’s all that matters.”

“thanks! and i wouldn’t have missed your birthday, matty - speaking of, here,” you pull a bottle of red from your bag and hand it to him. “didn’t know what to get you, so i figured this was a safe bet.”

“you didn’t have to get me anything! thanks, though, darling,” he looks at the label, eyes widening. “shit, this is good. shall we go inside and open it?”

“oh, if you like,” you smile. “or you can save it for someone special, i'm cool either way.”

matty shrugs, smiling. “i mean, i'm looking at such a person right now.”

it's maybe a tiny bit far a statement for a platonic relationship, but you don't take it badly at all - you just smile back, quietly agree to share the wine, and follow matty when he leads you back into the house and straight into the empty kitchen.

you gasp when you see the birthday cake on the counter. “no! i missed the cake?”

“only by a few minutes,” matty stops rummaging in a drawer for the corkscrew to look round at you; his heart jolts when he sees you look genuinely sad. “really, darling, it's not a big deal.”

“i still feel bad, though. i really am sorry for not being here on time, matty.”

“hey, none of that, please,” he hands you a glass of wine and puts his arm around your shoulders, biting back a beam as you automatically melt into him. “like i said, you're here now, and that's the main thing. and it's my birthday party, so you have to listen to me.”

“alright,” you look up at him, smiling, and hold out your glass. “happy birthday, sweetheart.”

he smiles warmly at the pet name, heart aglow, and taps his glass lightly on your own. “thank you, darling. d'you think we should cut the cake?”

jesus, what a spiral that phrase could lead him into. thank god you're not wearing white today.

you nod. “where does george keep plates? i'll get them.”

“cupboard above the kettle.”

plates and knife procured, matty carefully slices into the cake, oohing and ahhing at the interior. “wow. look at the layers! they're so neat.”

“alright, paul hollywood.”

he giggles. “i love bake off.”

“so do i - oh, thank you,” you take the plate from him, and then a bite of the cake. “fuck me, that's good.”

he laughs, pushing himself to sit on the counter and taking a bite of his own slice. “christ, you were not kidding. fucking amazing.”

“isn't it?” you wash your bite down with some wine. “m'still sorry i didn't get to see you blowing out the candles, though.”

“eilidh helped me.”

you aww, perching yourself on the counter next to him. “i take it you made a wish?”

“of course.”

“good,” you rest your head on his shoulder, so casually intimate that matty thinks his legs would give way if he tried to stand right now. “d'you think it'll come true?”

he rests his head atop yours, smiling when you giggle at him. “you know what? i think it already has.”

[hihello-pinky]

part one ,, last part

i’m still stuck on Sight part 4 but heyyy i got kinda inspired to make this pt 2.

will post part 3 hopefully before the year ends lol.

not edited/written at 3am

8:50 PM

suna watches as osamu guides you out of the restaurant with a hand on your lower back. he hears atsumu whistle across him. “i swear to god, if my idiot of a brother won’t make a move on y/n, i will.”

he resists shaking his head, knowing that atsumu already has eyes on someone else, but he doesn’t bring it up. instead, his brows furrow, concern about you starting to cloud his mind.

he’s always been observant of you. it was only after he began dating hani that he started to spend less time looking at you. that was a few months ago and yet, he wonders why he wasn’t able to tell that you were feeling unwell.

“are you okay, love?” hani asks beside him, breaking him out of his reverie.

“yeah…”

something passes along her face but he’s not able to catch it and what it can mean. instead, hani gives his hand a squeeze. he knows it’s meant to be reassuring but to suna, it feels as if he’s being held back from running towards something that he has always wanted.

QUESTIONS

suna always looked forward to practice and to say it’s purely because of volleyball would be a lie. sure, he loved the sport, but his excitement towards practice was amplified by something else – the thought of seeing you.

he wasn’t sure when he began to develop feelings for you that crossed the boundaries of platonic friendship. maybe it’s the way that whenever you would pass by their room, you’d look through the window and give him your sweet smile. maybe it’s the way you would always scold the twins during lunch whenever they get engrossed in their banter rather than eating. maybe it’s the way you would tie up your hair in a messy ponytail during practice, hands busy scribbling down notes on your manager’s pad.

suna wasn’t sure but by the beginning of sophomore year, he knew in his heart that he liked you.

on that particular day, you arrived at the gym a few minutes late and he was surprised to see that you weren’t alone. another girl was with you. as you introduced to the team that she’s your friend from student council, he could feel her curious eyes on him.

hani nakamura was her name, you said.

that day after practice, he noticed you and hani pass by the convenience store where he and the twins stopped by at. he immediately but subtly went ahead outside, only to see a glimpse of you blushing as you talked to hani.

he couldn’t help but think that the two of you were probably talking about boys, hence your blush. isn’t that what girls do? that night, when he got home, suna began playing scenarios in his head on how best to confess to you.

8:55

“i’m tired,” hani says softly as she rests her head on his shoulders. it snaps suna out of his thoughts, a reminder that he’s already dating the girl beside him, who, unlike you, will never play with his feelings.

he strokes her hair gently. “should we go?”

her response is a pout and a cutely-said “yes please.”

around him, his teammates fake barfing. “you two lovebirds are so cheesy! get out of here!”

suna is unable to resist his smirk as he shakes his head. “we’ll go ahead. y’all better also leave soon before you get wasted.” to atsumu he says, “except you, idiot, since you’re already wasted.”

hani giggles beside him as she links her arm with his. they both walk towards the parking lot, hani excitedly talking about everyone’s reactions when they told them about their relationship.

once they reach his car, hani murmurs, “oh no…”

“what?” suna’s instantly alert, “what’s the matter?”

hani looks at him sheepishly as she says, “i need to run to the restroom. sorry, love. be right back!”

suna exhales in relief and smiles. “okay. be careful. i’ll start heating up the car.” he waits for her to disappear from his view before he turns towards his car but before he could open the door, something catches his eyes.

it’s you inside osamu’s car, legs bent towards your chest, body shaking. and though he can’t hear it, he knows you’re crying.

he feels a little pain by his chest as he resists the urge to run to you, to comfort you and ask what’s wrong and to just make sure that you’ll be okay.

instead, he shakes his head and refocuses on his car but not after mumbling to himself, “stupid osamu and his non-tinted windows.”

EXPECTATIONS

it felt as if the universe was against suna’s plan of confessing his feelings to you. whenever he tried to get you alone after practice, something comes up and then either you or he would need to go ahead.

it was beginning to frustrate him. it didn’t help that on your non-busy days, your friend, hani, was always tagging along. after the first time, hani’s visits during their practice frequented and it soon became apparent to suna how close the two of you had become.

an idea suddenly came to suna.

since hani was close to you and it seemed as if she would never leave your side, what if he befriended her? maybe she could even give insights on and help with his confession.

he didn’t let the thought sit too long in his head; by the next time hani accompanied you to practice, suna started a random conversation. this would soon mark the beginning of their friendship.

suna admittedly only talked to hani in hopes of getting help confessing to you but what he didn’t expect was for him to actually get along well with her. once their friendship had reached a comfortable level, he finally decided to open up to her.

what he didn’t expect was the words that would leave hani’s mouth. “oh, suna-senpai, are you sure? i’m not sure if it’s my place to say, but…”

she was looking at him with sympathetic eyes, making suna feel foolish as he replayed what he had shared – about his changing feelings at the beginning of the school year, about the hints you’ve been dropping to him for the past months.

he awkwardly scratched at his nape. “well?”

hani bit her lip. “y/n-senpai actually likes someone in the volleyball team. you’re actually very close to him, maybe that’s why she was being too close to you as well…”

the end of her sentence was blurry to suna as he watched across the court how you playfully interacted with osamu.

suna’s eyes hardened as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “i see.”

11:42

suna couldn’t fall asleep. it’s been a few hours since he dropped hani off at their house but he’s still wide awake, his eyes fixed on the dull ceiling of his room.

thoughts of you swarm his mind.

after that conversation with hani many months ago, his treatment towards you never changed. he was mad at first but then realized that what you did to him had the same intention as why he even approached hani in rhe first place; the stark difference being he didn’t intend to toy with the girl’s heart.

nonetheless, he let the matter go. you were all still young and stupid anyway, and at the same time, he got too pre-occupied with his budding relationship with hani.

still, it bothered him. the sight of you sobbing in osamu’s car wouldn’t leave his mind. what could have happened to make you have a breakdown like that?

he contemplated on sending you or osamu a message just for his peace of mind and before he can decide who to text, his phone rings.

his eyes widened once he saw your contact id. he stared at it for a few more seconds before swiping right.

“y/n?”

“… hey, suna. i didn’t think you’d pick up.”

he hated how you sound stuffy but chose not to comment on it. “well… what’s up?”

a barely-concealed sniffle. “c-can we talk?”

“okay, sure. go ahead.”

“no, i mean in person. the 12th convenience store?”

he smiled at the mention of the place. “okay. see you in a few.”

“see you.”

once you hang up, suna dropped his phone on the bed and immediately went to get his favorite hoodie.

the same hoodie that you’ve been asking for him to give to you ever since he let you borrow it on one rainy afternoon.

[gddancefloor]

kasane teto headcanons since i have a very specific portrayal of her

for context, chimera (in the way im going for here) are a type of japanese demons that take a form similar to humans (with the exception of wings and a tail) and are known for their mischeviousness. teto is part chimera from her father's side.

teto x miku is used in here, and ted and teto are siblings, ted being the older one by 6 years.

Text HCs below the cut [warning, long!]:

UTAU Teto (15):

Sapphic. Likes girls. A lot.

She was a kid with an attitude and never smiled in photos if she was asked to, only if she wanted to. She also usually can’t look straight into a camera and looks away.

Teto developed a crush on Miku when she quietly sang for her for the first time, and was completely mesmerized by her voice. Miku was her inspiration to pursue singing.

Speaks English very, very badly and has an extremely strong Japanese accent. She usually has Miku translate things for her, but not even Miku is that great either.

Has a bit of a “chubby”/round face. Didn’t grow out of her baby-face.

Her hair naturally curled into a drill-like shape once she put her hair into ponytails, and now she chooses to exaggerate their shape by using a curling iron.

Despite not liking stereotypical pop music, she secretly likes girls who listen to it as she is into girly girls. (ahem, miku)

She doesn’t like to have her hair down, she’s embarrassed by how she looks with it and was forced by her parents to wear it down as a kid. 

Cusses a lot when comfortable to. She is often horrible with manners and being “proper”, unless in a traditional Japanese setting. Otherwise, she gives zero fucks.

She has one of the most impressive singing voices and very beautiful control over her pitch, but doesn't like to sing in front of people due to stage fright.

Avoids eye contact. A LOT.

Her birth certificate lists “Chimera” as a sex by mistake from the issuer, and she is actually female. She sometimes identifies with it to mess with people and make them confused/frustrated.

As full chimeras age slower, Teto is often called a “31 year-old” despite being alive only 15 years. This is not true, as she ages normally due to being half human, and mistaking her to be older makes her angry. Unfortunately, she’s often called 31, or a “held back student” by her classmates.

She camouflages her tail as a belt, but it is very much so a real tail. She hates it being touched. In general, Teto hides any of her chimera features as much as possible in fear of being seen as a monster. If comfortable, or angry enough, they tend to come out on accident.

Miku is the only outsider that has ever seen Teto's chimera form because she trusts her. (Miku thought her wings were the coolest thing ever!)

She believes she's extremely unlucky, considering she was born on April Fool's Day, and has had nothing really go right in her life, especially in regards to bullying as a kid.

Definitely has sharp teeth. Gotta tear into that bread somehow!

Used to pull on Ted's hair and scream at him when she was a kid. To this day, she doesn't know why. He has nicknamed her "demon" for a while because of this.

Ted is quite overprotective of Teto and encouraged her to try her best to sing, even if Teto's singing was... quite bad as a kid.

She and Miku split up when they were kids due to a major argument and didn't speak again until Teto saw Miku on social media performing on stage. This is what drove Teto to become an "Online Idol" on niconico to regain the attention of her and hopefully get back in contact with her. It was just Teto made it very obvious she was being a Miku ripoff (hence the outfit).

Family doesn't like singers. They encourage every member of the Kasane family to pursue an instrumentalist career, but they never made it big, and so they had to resort to the "shameful" career of making ramen. Teto is the only successful musician AND singer in the family.

Synthesizer V Teto (late 20s):

MUCH more mature. Rarely curses, and tries to stay mannerable and quiet. She also has better control of her chimera form.

Doesn't mean she won't be bratty or snooty at times. That's just Teto naturally.

Hair reddened with age as any older Teto iterations prior to SV had her with pink hair. It's a chimera trait to have red hair and red eyes.

Is the one that handles all of Miku's (30-ish, NT) events and concerts, and likes to make sure that she's not overworking herself.

Now underneath a professional talent agency, Teto left behind her "copping Miku's style" thing behind and now dresses in something more like her style. She likes the military-chic look a lot.

Her and Miku don't get much time to hang out anymore, but they still keep in contact despite their hectic music careers.

Her and Miku are a married couple. You know how celebrity marriages are, except this one has no drama and they aren't public about it.

Teto's English is much better now and she can hold a conversation. Her accent is still quite thick though.

Just an older, more mature version of UTAU Teto. (I'll make a seperate post for her because this is getting LONG.)

I'll probably edit this a lot — it was copy-pasted from a google doc. Bear with any mistakes!!

[briecheese-3]

9-5;5-9

(ariana grande reference)

a/n:

this is not prechecked, horrible writing and spelling, i had a dream abt my crush and had to repkace him with peter parker so i was rushing to not forget it!! please let me know how i did 💋 thanks loves!!

warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, riding, lemme know if i missed anything!!!!

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even a part time job sucks. you would think it would be easier, hence the part time and minimum wage thing, but no. another hour and you wouldve been dead from exhaustion. somehow, though, your boyfriend peter parker was able to keep his energy up all day long. not only that, but your cute, sweet, nerdy boyfriend kept his dick up almost all day long too. he couldnt pass you behind the counter without the whisper of a touch following him, sending shivers down your spine. you couldnt find a moment of silence that wasnt interrupted by a whisper of his thoughts. it was torture for both of you. finally though the clock hits 4. you and peter get off at the same time so he can take you home. your dorm wasnt far from the shop.

peter is like a demon the way he finds parking spots. theyre always secluded, shaded, and free. this time its a little parking garage about a minute walk to your building. his hand on your thighs the entire ride slid a little closer to where you needed him most the closer you got to your destination. the closer his hand slipped, the more you started to loose your resolve. when peter finally parked you felt his hand hovering over me, the spot that you needed him to touch before you lost your mind. he looked at you, his pupils blown, desire clenched into his face. “can i please touch you?” he was practically begging.

you needed this man as soon as possible. you spread your legs and push your hips up into his hand. he smiled at the action but moved his hand, “i need to hear you say it.” you sighed in frustration, he was taking far too long. “please touch me peter.” his eyes darkened with the whine in your voice and he smirked before slipping his hand underneath the thin fabric of your skirt, then finding purchase on the waistband of your panties, before ripping them off you without a thought. “is this all for me baby?” he asked while slipping his fingers between your folds and feeling what he did to you. “its all you petey” you moaned out, his first finger entering you easily. he pumped his finger in and out a few times before adding another, making you moan out. one of your hands gripped his wrist, nothing letting him pull away, and the other was wrapped around his biceps, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his smooth skin. soon enough, hes curling his fingers into and your stomach is knotting up, ready to come undone at any second. immediately he feels you clenching around him and places his thumb on your clit, adding so much stimulation you come apart in his arms, a moaning mess. once you come down a little bit, you notice his arms now around you, wondering when they got there. the second thing you noticed, which made your mouth water, was his dick, hard and strained against his pants. just looking at the tent it made, you licked your lips. peter watched you with lust filled eyes. he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, leaning his chair back and down. you make a mental note to thank whoever made high ceiling cars. once your were comfortably situated, you unbuttoned his pants for him and pulled them down just enough to free his cock, which falls onto his stomach, already dripping with pre. your not sure, but pretty sure you drooled. his arms were sitting behind his head and he was staring at you. your eyes never left his as you reached down and palmed him, stroking him a few times before pushing yourself up and lining him up to your hole. he moaned feeling you against him, and lost his control. he bucked up into you and grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise them. you knew there was gonna be marks later. peter is pounding into you while you moaned on top of him. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off his chest as fast as you could, and continued to dig your nails into his chest. you bit and licked the soft spots on his neck, his chest, his shoulders, and especially his collarbone. he groaned into your neck. “such a good little slut arent you? taking my cock like a good girl. your markin me up for every other girl to see arent you baby?” you moaned into his chest, his words leaking right down to your croch. you felt yourself winding up again, clenching around him harder and making him moan out in such a pretty way. you kissed his lips with enough power to clash teeth. it was messy and hot and pure. youare so in love with this man.

he doesnt stop though. too caught up in his pleasure, he abuses your whole past what you can take and suddenly you feel another orgasm coming on. your too fucked out too even speak. you whimper into his chest and whisper unintelligible ~peters~ “cmon baby just one more be my good girl and cum one more time for me yeah?” thats all you need to hear sent over the edge. you feel him thrust into you one last time before releasing his thick, hot load into you. he lets you come down on his chest and finally pulls out, both of you groaning at the loss of warmth. he helps you get back into the passenger seat and puts your panties on you. he gets out and walks to your side of the car. he opens the door, grabs your bag, and surprises you by picking you up full bridal carry. honestly thiugh, your much too tired to protest. you almost fall asleep in his arms on the way back. he lets you sleep. he knows how drained you are from work and school and family. he opens your door, takes your shoes off, your socks, your clothes. he helps you into the shower and cleans you. he dries you off and helps you put on your pajamas. he even carries you to bed and lays down with you. you drift off in his arms. comfortable, content, safe. just before you drift off, you swear you hear peter whisper, “i love you y/n” you drift off just to dream about him.

[harryforvogue]

hi this is the first date fic that i deleted out of hatred about two months ago. sorry for that! i won't write a part 2 but due to demands, i'm reposting this. fank u <3 harry and yasmine of course.

***

“I want to take you out,” Harry says while clearing the dishes.

Yasmine looks up at him, alarmed. “I haven't wronged you that much, I’d argue.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “No. Out. On a proper date.”

“Oh.” Yasmine frowns. “You don’t have to.”

He puts the dishes into the sink, mentally vowing to do them before they go to sleep. Or just him, if Yasmine doesn’t want to stay over in his room for a second night in a row. He’ll try his hardest to convince her anyways. He’s a master at persuasion, but his girlfriend is also as stubborn as a fucking rock.

“Why not?” He returns to her on the couch, throwing an arm over the back. “You really don’t think I’m romantic? I’ll let you know that I’m great at all that stuff. And when finals begin, we’ll get too busy with grading and studying so I think it’s a great time to do that now.”

Yasmine looks torn, which really perplexes him. “Are you so worried about being seen with me, Yasmine?” he jokes.

“No,” she answers slowly. Too slowly. She looks back at the TV. “It’s just that I haven’t been on a real date like that before.”

“Poor baby. But I haven’t even told you what we're going to do. You might hate the idea.”

“The fact that you called it a real date tells me all I need to know.”

He smiles, the back of his hand brushing against her shoulder. “You’ve never been on something called a real date?”

“I don’t think so.”

She looks so cute, frowning like that. He can’t help it. He leans over and kisses her head. She scowls at him. He doesn’t mind a single bit. 

Yasmine doesn’t pull away though. After staring him down with her dark, intimidating eyes, she leans in and rests her head on his shoulder. “Fine. We can go on a date.”

“Don’t make it sound like it’s a death sentence, Yasmine.”

“It depends on where you’ll take me.”

He leans his head on hers. “We’ve never gone to a good restaurant and had overly expensive yet mediocre food? Never went out for dessert either and swapped food. That’s what they do in romance movies.”

Yasmine takes his hand and puts it in her lap She squeezes her fingers around his before beginning to play with his rings. “And how many, on average, romance movies do you usually watch, Harry?”

“Oh plenty. I take notes too.”

“You’ve gotta let me see them sometime.”

He says, “No way. Take your own notes.”

“I don’t watch romance movies. Not as much as you apparently.”

He shrugs. “I’m a man with taste, what can I say? Maybe if you switched out a horror movie with a romance once in a while, you would–”

Yasmine shudders. “I’d never do that.”

“I seriously don’t understand how you don’t have nightmares. The last movie we watched, we literally saw someone get sliced in half.”

“And it was wonderful.”

He gives her a look. “Have you considered therapy?”

“Even more therapy? Give me a break.”

Harry’s arm is completely around her now. She’s left her hair out so it brushes against his cheek. He doesn’t mind that either, enjoying the feel of her soft strands. She usually keeps her hair in ponytails or buns, so he takes advantage and runs his fingers through it.

For some reason, Yasmine immediately feels the need to explain herself. “When I showered this morning, I didn’t dry it so I couldn't put it up.”

Harry shakes his head. “I love when it’s down.”

To this, Yasmine scowls again. “Stop.”

“I can’t stop.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He bites his inner cheek to avoid smiling. “I’m looking at you how I always do.” His fingers trail down, ghosting over her jaw. “Can you give me a kiss?”

Apparently not only has she never been on a real date, but she’s also never been with someone who shows her affection so outwardly. When she gets embarrassed, her defenses immediately go up, hence the blush currently spreading across her cheeks.

“No.”

“No?” He tilts his head. “Please?”

“No.” She looks away. “Go away actually.”

Harry laughs softly, wrapping his other arm around her too. He lifts her up into his lap and tightens his hold, making sure she can’t get away. Yasmine doesn’t exactly push him away, but doesn’t look at him either.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, kissing her head again. “We’re dating. I’m allowed to–”

“You say things like that,” Yasmine interrupts, her face hot to the touch, “out of nowhere. It catches me off guard.”

He laughs again. “Okay. Sorry. I will give you warnings before I say something similar.”

“Good.”

“Yasmine.”

She begrudgingly turns her head. “What?”

“I am going to say something very ridiculously romantic and cheesy. Please brace yourself.”

Her jaw tightens. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Can I say it? Please, oh please?”

She crosses her arms. “Go ahead,” she mutters.

“I think,” he says quietly, twirling her hair between his fingers, “that you are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. And I’d really really like for you to kiss me.”

Yasmine’s face is so red, Harry wants to laugh once more, but he holds back, watching the words settle around in her head. “I hate you,” she whispers, her hands balled into fists. “You just say things.”

“I do say things,” he whispers back. “Because I want you to know precisely how I feel. I reckon one of us should be good at communication.”

“I am wonderful at communicating!”

“Oh yeah?”

Her lips thin. “Don’t oh yeah me.”

“Does it bother you? Poor baby.”

Yasmine’s eyes are narrowed. She stares at him menacingly for a full 3 seconds before her fingers slide into his hair, and she kisses him so deeply, he’s pushed back into the sofa. His grip tightens around her waist, a smile curling onto his lips. She may not be good at communicating verbally, but her body language gives it all away. She’s just as infatuated as he is. Harry’s other hand holds the back of her head. Fuck, he thinks to himself when she slides her hands down and grabs his collar, pushing herself further into his lap. She pulls away to steal a quick breath and then kisses him again. This woman.

Harry tilts his head back and lets her adjust herself on his thighs, her knees on either side of his hips. It seems like they always fall into this position whenever one of them is over and the other’s place, and if they’re together, he’d very much rather be doing this. No wonder they haven’t gone on a “real date” when this is all they do.

Yasmine pulls off of him, her eyes a bit glazed over but the frown still intact. It’s honestly impressive how dedicated she is to being upset with him. He cups her face. “You like me so bad.”

“I don’t!” she answers breathlessly.

“Are you refusing to go on a date with me because we can’t be doing this in public? Trust me, when I get you home, we’ll do this and so much more.”

She pinches his earlobe. “That’s not it.”

“I’d love to know what it really is then.”

Yasmine looks away, removing her hands from his collar, tucking them into her lap. She sighs and stays silent for some time while gathering her thoughts. Harry only watches her, too mesmerized by the expressions on her face before she speaks. 

“I don’t know what to do on a date.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise. “What to…do?”

“Yeah,” she grumbles. “How to be normal.”

“Well, I can pick the first place to go. I actually had something in mind. Something we’d both like.”

She sighs again. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that dates are awkward and so far we haven’t been like that so I don’t want it to sneak up on us.”

Harry smiles. “Yasmine, first dates are definitely awkward. But we’ve been together for two months now. I don’t think there’s any weirdness between us or you wouldn’t be sitting in my lap right now.”

As expected, she immediately goes to roll away. He snickers and holds her down.

“Besides,” Harry says. “I think we get along very well. I just want to treat you to something nice. I didn’t think it would take this amount of convincing just to get you to go to dinner with me.”

“We’ve had dinner together.”

“I most certainly don’t hope you mean at the dining hall.”

“No…” She very clearly does.

He gathers her up in his arms. “Dinner this weekend then.”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask me?”

“I tried that. Now I’m ordering you.” He kisses her softly. “You will have dinner with me this weekend or else.”

She frowns. “Or else what?”

“Or else I will make you watch my favorite movie with me.”

She blinks.

“Of the Star Wars variety,” he finishes.

“No!” 

“Yes!”

She starts wiggling out of his hold so he lets her go. She’s on her feet. “You can’t make me!”

“Oh I can and I will.” He shrugs. “Wear something fancy, by way. I’m paying so all you have to do, my frightening girl, is show up and provide me with your company. It won’t be that bad.” He reaches for her hand. “Come on. I know you want to go out with me. I can tell.”

She doesn’t deny it this time. He’s mentioned the date so many times, so she's probably accustomed to the idea now. When she answers, it’s a nod, and when she tells him it’s late and she needs to go back, Harry tugs on her hand until she falls against him and says, “Wanna stay?”

(Yasmine’s glad he asked because there’s no chance in hell she’d straight up give him the satisfaction of asking him.)

***

At night, they’re cuddling in his bed when Yasmine suddenly turns her lamp on and moves to face him. He’s had his face buried in her hair, arms around her tight from behind, ankles crossed with hers. His eyes open when she turns, adjusting his hold.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey back.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“I’m answering, so I guess not.”

“Hmm.” She searches blindly for his hand. He laces their fingers together. “When you say dress fancy, what does that mean? I don’t think I have fancy clothes.”

He closes his eyes. “You remember that one dress you wore a while back? The one that kind had a corset sort of middle?”

The silence that follows is so deafening, Harry opens his eyes to check if she’s fallen asleep. Instead, she’s staring at him with a weird look.

“What?” he murmurs.

“I only own one corset dress. The black one?”

“Mhm,” Harry says. “That one. The one with the sleeves that kept falling down your shoulders. So pretty.”

“I wore it a year ago.”

“Yeah.”

“How the hell do you remember that?”

He smiles. “Remember everything about you.”

“You didn’t even know me then.”

Harry hugs her. “I’ve always known you, Yasmine. You just never looked at me.”

“Oh I did plenty of looking.”

“Looking not ogling.”

“I don’t ogle!”

“Sure. But yes, wear that. With those black heels boots you wear with your dress pants for seminars. And leave your hair out.”

“You have so many demands.”

“Don’t let them fool you,” he murmurs. “I like you just as much in sweatpants.” Yasmine’s silent again. Harry chuckles. “Too much?”

“You are always too much,” she whispers. Despite her words, she snuggles in closer. He kisses her forehead.

Yasmine doesn’t ask him any more questions. She falls asleep against him, still holding his hand.

***

The day of the date comes, and Harry’s gone all out. Currently, he’s standing by her door, bouncing on his heels with anticipation.

He doesn’t even have the time to compliment her outfit and her beautiful hair. Yasmine looks at him and then the flowers in his hand, and then promptly shuts the door in his face. Harry leans against the frame and laughs quietly. “Oh come on! I couldn’t resist it.”

“No.”

“We don’t have to take them with us.” He reaches for the door handle, stepping into her apartment. “I just wanted to see that look on your face.”

He holds the flowers out to her, looking at her pointedly. “Go on. Take them.”

She slowly wraps her hands around the stems and takes them. As expected, her face is flushed with embarrassment. “Thanks,” she whispers.

“You look beautiful,” he continues, sweeping her into his arms. “The dress is just how I remembered.” 

Yasmine pulls the dress down a bit. “A little short though.”

“Oh I know.”

“Of course you do.” 

Harry watches her set the flowers neatly on her kitchen counter. She turns to him. “You look great too.”

“I know.” Harry’s gone for a more casual look with a black shirt, jeans, and a jacket. He has a hand tucked into his pocket, and he can tell just from how she’s looking at him that he looks damn well better than just “great.”

He holds a hand out. “Are you ready for a wonderful night with just me and you?”

She takes his hand and lets him tug her close. “Yes, however, I’ve thought a lot about it and I can’t agree with you paying for it all.”

“No, Yasmine. This is a real date.”

“I mean it.”

“I mean it too.” He holds her chin. “I really am.” 

“We’ll see.”

“Yasmine,” he murmurs. “No.” He bends down to kiss her gently. “Now let's go. We’ve got reservations and I’ve got an Uber waiting downstairs.”

“Oh I can–”

“Which has already been paid for.”

She’s staring dagger at him when he smiles, pulls away, and begins to lead her out the door. When she’s finished locking up, he takes her hand, and starts to walk to the elevator.

“It’s going to be a good night,” he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I promise.”

[vintagegirl01]

The Greatest Treasure

Merman Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: On a trip, you come across an amazing treasure that’s worth everything.

A/N: This is my first Steven Grant fanfic. Though this isn’t related to spooky season, I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.

Though you know you should enjoy the monotony of knowing how and when things are going to happen in life, you can’t help but still yearn for more adventure and excitement. Hence why you decided to do something out of the ordinary and join your friends on a trip to the river to celebrate the end of the summer season despite your reluctance to tag along due to all of them having boyfriends to spend the time with.

Nevertheless, they all insisted that she come along with them to enjoy a little break from the usual routine of work and college. A week's vacation promised to be filled with fun.

Currently, you sit in a lawn chair reading a book under the huge blue canopy that her friends' boyfriends have set up for them. Your attire consists of an olive green two piece bathing suit with an unbuttoned white cover over you with your hair in a ponytail. While this is an outfit you normally wouldn’t wear out in public due to your body insecurities, you wanted to wear something that made you feel comfortable and confident in your own skin.

As you hear your friends giggling and playing in the water with their boyfriends, you can’t help but smile. Seeing your friends in happy relationships made you happy. Perhaps you will be lucky enough to have a man that loves you the way their boyfriends do.

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After a while of reading, you close your book and decides to head into the water to cool yourself off from the heat. Taking off your white cover, you are left in your bathing suit as you begin to walk towards the water. You continue to walk toward the water until it hits your midsection. You notice your friends and their boyfriends on floaties in the deeper end of the water as they can all see and ensure the other’s safety.

“You aren’t joining them in the deep end?”, a gentle but manly voice behind you asks.

You turn around and are met with a muscular chest in her face. You look up and are met with a beautiful looking man. He has curly dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and has olive skin. The attire he wears is that of sky blue swimming trunks, leaving those who were around him to have a good view of his abs.

Noticing how long you have been staring up at the man, you make an attempt to answer him.

“I…I…I can’t swim,” you stutter. “Plus, I don’t want to be the one to be a third wheel… even though that’s kind of what I'm doing right now.”

The chocolate-eyed man smirks at her. “Want some company?”

You are a bit cautious about letting a strange man near. Though you found him handsome, that didn’t mean that his intentions with you were good ones. But that didn’t mean that they could be bad either. Perhaps he really did want to go out of his way to keep you company. For what reason, you had no clue.

Taking in your silence, the mysterious man speaks up. “You don’t have to accept. Just tell me you’re not comfortable with me and I’ll leave you alone. You have my word on that.”

You shake your head. “I could use the company if your offer still stands. My name is (y/n).”

“(Y/n)”, the handsome man tests out her name on his tongue. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Steven.” The handsome man then puts his hand out for her to shake.

“Steven.” You smile. “I like your name. Are you here on vacation too”?

Steven smiles. “You could say that. Would you like to sit on that rock over there and talk?”

You nod eagerly as you and Steven make way to the rock and sit atop of it. For the next few hours, the two of you get to know each other until your friends tell you it’s time for dinner. Before you can invite Steven to dinner, you turn around to find the rock he was sitting on completely empty. Looking around, you find no sign of the brown-eyed man and almost believe your mind had made him up until your friends ask about him.

“He’s just a nice guy that I met today”, you blushed profusely.

Your friends playfully roll their eyes as they ask more about Steven. Once they are content with your answers, they go back to talking about their day as you think about Steven.

Despite his reserved nature, Steven was kind and a good listener. Also very into history as he told you about the history and legends regarding the river. All so interesting and entertaining that you hoped that today would not be the last time that you’d see him.

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In the coming days, you and Steven spend time with one another as if you two had known each other all your lives. In fact, he even taught you how to swim.

You can’t explain it but you have never felt comfortable being yourself the way you had been with Steven. Too bad this relationship of yours will have to end in two days.

A bit earlier than their usual time, Steven had asked you to come at the crack of dawn as he had something important to tell you. Even if you somehow got his number, the odds of you two keeping in touch seem slim. Still, you decided to keep your chin up and make the most of your time together as you make way to meet Steven at your usual spot.

Getting closer to the rock, you see Steven and call out his name. When he turns to face you, you are shocked by what you see. Instead of seeing two legs on Steven like you had for the last few days, you now see that in place of his two legs is one long emerald green tail.

“Steven… you’re a..a mermaid?” you ask.

“A merman actually,” Steven jokes as he scratches the back of his head.

You sit next to him but can’t contain yout shock. “How long have you been a merman?”

“All my life,” Steven responds.

You touch Steven’s cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I know it’s too soon… but I thought that our time together proved how much I care about you.”

For the first time since you two have met Steven, he looks flabbergasted by what she has said. Almost as if what she just said truly hurt him. “Oh (y/n), I wanted to tell you since we first met but I had to be extra sure.”

You look at the merman with concern.“Sure about what, Steven?”

“That we are mates,” Steven says matter of factly.

Your eyes go wide eyed.“Mates?”

Steven nods. “Mates,” he emphasizes. “Since the moment I looked upon you, something inside of me was wanting for me to approach you. And when you went out of your way to talk to me, I was a goner. ”

As you take all of this in at once, Steven takes this as a sign of rejection. “If you don’t want me… I completely understand. I…”

Before Steven can further explain, you lean in close to the merman to give his left cheek a kiss.

“I’d love to be your mate, Steven. Even though we’ve only known each other for a few days, I feel this connection with you that I’ve never felt with anyone else. Although, a part of me thought I was just imagining the chemistry between us… I’m glad to see that it wasn’t imaginary.”

At these words, Steven takes her hand into his own. “I’m not sure how we are going to go about this but I just know what we’re meant to be.”

This would be the first of many summers where you and Steven would meet with one another. For you and Steven were mates. Therefore, nothing could separate you both from each other.

[mgcldydrms]

After Study Cuddles ( Cedric Diggory )

requested by anon: hello! if you’re taking requests, may you do a fluff drabble with cedric x fem! (or gender neutral if you prefer) reader who are both cuddling after studying for their OWLS? tysm!!

word count: 0.6k

warnings: lots of fluff

pairing: cedric diggory x gn!reader

author's note: thank you so much for this request and I'm sorry that it took me a while to write it. I'm currently so in love with everything harry potter, so if you have any requests, please send them in!

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A frustrated sigh left your lips while you made your way inside the Hufflepuff common room. Your boyfriend, Cedric, had an amused smile on his lips as he followed behind you, quickly noticing the way other Hufflepuff students looked at the two of you, hence he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I really can’t do this anymore.”, you said, annoyance lacing your voice before you let yourself fall on one of the sofas. Cedric sat down next to you. You let your hair, which had just been in a ponytail, down, feeling the light headache fade away while simultaneously massaging your scalp.

Both of you had been in the library the whole day, only leaving it to get some food in the Great Hall. Your OWL’s were coming up, and you, especially Cedric though, needed to get good results, hence most of your Hogwarts days currently only consisted of classes, eating, studying and a little sleep.  

Your boyfriend wanted to follow in his dad’s footsteps and wanted to get a job at the Ministry of Magic. On the other hand, you still had no idea what you wanted to do after graduating from Hogwarts. You had always dreamed of having a small shop in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Your parents weren’t that supportive of this idea, however, Cedric tried to encourage you to just go for what you really wanted and not care about what anyone else thought.

“Exams are almost over,” Cedric stated while he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him before he gently kissed your temple.

“And once they are, we will put all our schoolbooks away. We can finally go on those Hogsmeade dates that you’ve been wanting to go on for so long.”

This made a bright smile appear on your lips. You looked up at your boyfriend, who grinned down at you. Even before you two started dating, Cedric always knew what to say or do to make you feel better.

“Well, that is definitely somewhat of a motivation. Finally, something to look forward to after all this stress.”

You leaned in and pressed a loving kiss on your boyfriend’s lips, both of you smiling into it before you slightly pulled away. You couldn’t help but press another few pecks on his lips, making Cedric laugh. You scrunched up your nose lightly, admiring your boyfriend’s features a bit more before you put your head on his chest, feeling his hand caress your arm.

Even though you knew that your common Hufflepuffs were probably watching you, you didn’t care about it. You loved sitting in the common room, cuddled up to Cedric. It was cosy, and it was your second home. It made you feel calm and collected, and you always looked forward to sitting on the sofa in the evening after you were done with classes.

You felt Cedric press another kiss on top of your head. You looked up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips while you leaned in and pressed yet another sweet kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. You just couldn’t get enough of him.

“Thank you for being there for me and helping me whenever I have no idea what Professor Trelawney is talking about.”

The two of you started laughing, knowing exactly that neither you nor Cedric really knew what she was talking about.

“No need to thank me. You know I love spending as much time with you as possible.”

You knew that you were blushing, but you didn’t mind. Everyone knew that you were utterly in love with Cedric Diggory, and he was with you.

[marilynthornhilllover]

KINKTOBER FANFIC : #2

S.O.S she's in disguise, S.O.S she's in disguise

Ghostface!marilyn x fem!reader

Warning: knife play, stalker, talk of murder, cunniligus,fingering, slight!softdom marilyn, slight teasing,neck biting, indecent language, fear, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink,body praise, and lots more!

A/n: this fic needs holy water honestly, posting this and logging out ( jk)��� please enjoy.🙌😌it's long I'm aware🥲 #kinktoberismychanceofmakingsinfulsmutfics 😌🙌

Let's just say your new neighbor marilyn was one of a kind. She was beyond weird. Since the day she first moved in and you tried being nice to her, she was shy and introverted. You didn't take it to heart at first - couple times you tried being nice and she completely ignored you. after all not knowing what she went through or maybe she's just not used to new environments and people you let her actions slide but as time passed her shyness became rudeness.

She started to give off a vibe you didn't like at all, hence the reason everytime you saw her you'd pass her straight or turn a different direction.

At first it was a coincidence - seeing her in the same grocery store, hardware store, coffee shops, the mall but soon everywhere you went, every place, every corner you took you would see marilyn. And she would just stand there and stare at you, blankly. Sometimes she'd smile but on other occasions it was just straight up creepy.

It was Halloween night and you had gotten off work early. As you walked home you saw brightly colored Halloween decorations, some were very terrifying while others were just creatively scary in a cool way. You smiled as you saw children rush pass you laughing and giggling with their baskets filled to the brim with snacks - mostly chocolate and small candy sticks. While others had chips and soda.

You saw your other neighbor's daughter, Ella who was just around the age of eight running up to you with the brightest smile on her face.

" hi y/n! Want some candy!" She asked smiling.

You chuckled as you brushed her frizzy hair back into its ponytail.

" hi baby! Thank you, but just one, you know all this sugar is bad for your teeth especially for kids your age" you spoke as she handed you a snickers chocolate, she hummed as she waved you a googbye and ran off. You watched her as she jumped along with some other kids her age before continuing your walk home.

As you got closer to your apartment you saw that the lights of your bedroom was on. Seeing this you froze dead in your tracks.

You had turned it off before you left for work early in the afternoon.

What was it doing on?

Before your mind was able to race and think of everything bad possible reason why your light was on and play tricks on you, your cell phone began to ring.

You took your phone out of your bag to see "unknown caller ID"

You considered picking it up before declining the call.

You sighed as the tiredness of the day and the walk started to kick in.

The night was still quite young but it was pretty spooky.

You walked up to your front porch and stared taking out your keys, when your phone rang again.

You groaned as you saw the the caller ID was still "unknown" you sighed and picked it up.

" Yes? What is it?" You answered harshly hoping to get the person to hear your annoyance and stop bothering you.There was along pause before you heard shallow breathing. Your eyebrow twitched as you tried to listen carefully.

" what the fuck?" You whispered.

" look if this is some sick game, you better back off! And stop calling my damn phone!" You shouted as you threw your phone down on the coffee table you had outside and turned towards your door to unlock it.

You turned back around to pick up your phone and it was gone.

" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" You shouted as you looked around to see if you saw anyone running away, but there was no one, no a single soul - Just cold air hitting your face and spooky ghost balloons staring at you from your other neighbors house across the street.

Your heartbeat picked up as you started to feel light headed. You backed up inside too scared to turn your back - afraid you'd be the one to disappear next if you do. You slammed your door shut and locked it, bolting the blots and placing the broom under the door nob.

You jumped as your house phone started to ring.

You never gaved anyone that number....

You breathe got caught in your lungs as you started coughing. Your eyes filled with tears as you slowly walked up to the phone hanging from the wall. You picked it up and placed it at your ear.

There was nothing.

No sound.

No voice.

" please whoever you are this isn't funny!" You whispered-shouted as tears rolled down your cheek.

" that slik purple shirt looks good on you, my love" you heard the voice say. It was discord, distant. You couldn't pick up who's voice it was or even the gender it sounded almost like a robot.

You looked down to see that you were indeed wearing a silk purple shirt. But you were at alot of places today, anyone could have seen you in the shirt.

"this isn't fucking funny asshole! You don't scare me! " You spoke, voice trembling as you wrapped you other around around your torso to clam yourself.

" you lost something, it's been found" the voice said again before they hand up. You jumped again, as your door bell rang. You placed your hand over your heart and exhaled through your mouth to calm your nerves, but nothing you did was working. Your palms were sweating, your hands were shaking, your anxiety was through the roof.

You ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. You carefully walked towards the door and opened the spy hole, you looked around and saw no one, when you looked down you saw your phone. On the ground. You opened the door and quickly grabbed it before slaming the door shut again and locking it up once more.

Your phone was now in a clear - ish purple case with Polaroid pictures of you from when you were at the coffee shops, grocery store etc. Behind each picture had the initial, M.T. a message popped up as you walked back towards the kitchen. It was from your contacts.

M.T sent a video - tap to open.

This person took your phone and added their number into your contacts and now your fearing for what's about to happen next or worse - what this video contains.

With shaking hands you tapped the banner.

It was a video of a person in a white ghost face mask with a black cloak, they tilted their head to the side then brought up their hand to the camera waving a long slender knife. Once again tears formed in your eyes.

They turned the Phone in a direction and that's when you realized that they were standing in your back yard and the door was wide open. Your eyes widened as you rang into your living room and closed the door, but you realized that the lock was broken from three months ago and it automatically slides open from the wind at times.

At this point your heart was pounding out of your chest. You walked around the living room talking shallow breaths as you held your phone tightly in your hand, knife in the other.

Ding

You looked down to see another notification from M.T

" don't you think it's a little too late to be closing doors sweetheart? What's already in side can't be locked out." The message read.

You quickly went on 'phone' and dialed 911, but before you could place the call your phone randomly shut down, it wasn't dead, it can't be... it was just at 97%. You started to break down in tears as you slowly walked back into the kitchen. Stopping dead in yours tracks when you came face to face with 'the ghost face'.

" please! P-please, I'm begging you... please don't kill me" you muttered, your vision becoming clouded with tears.

They chuckled as they took a step closer to you at which you took a step back.

Rage builded up in you as you threw the fruit bowl at them to which they dodged with zero effort.

" this isn't funny!" You screamed. They gripped the knife tighter as they took slow steps towards you, you instantly regretted your actions. How stupid can you be.

" who said I was making a joke princess" they chuckled before pushing you hard against the walk behind you. You whimpered as you didn't even get enough time to react as they already had their knife prodding at your throat. They took off their mask and you swore you almost had a heart attack. Standing in front of you was no other than...

Marilyn Thornhill

Your creepy new neighbor.

She took off the cloak as she revealed her navy blue suit.

" didn't really think I'd hurt a pretty princess like you right?! Silly girl, mommy really made her baby scared didn't she?" She cooed as she caressed your face.

You were scared, happy, confused and flustered at the same time. The pet name and the way she addressed herself made something in you go off.

Your lack of answer had her chuckle, she examined your face and smirked. She reminded you of the sharp cold metal knife at your neck before she slipped her knee in between your thighs, hitching your your skirt more around your thighs and allowing her access to press her knee directly onto your clit.

Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud as a soft moan escaped your lips.

" mhmh such a slut for mommy already? Whoring out yourself to me like this, I could have killed you darling" she spoke confidently, as she dropped the knife and started rolling her knee against your clit erecting a whimper from you.

" but you didn't" you spoke looking at her, eyes flicking from her lips to her eyes.

" but I could have" she whispered, coming dangerously close to your face. You gulped and looked into her deep brown eyes. They were filled with meaning, she may have held a knife to your neck but she truly meant no harm. Her pupils were delated, making them more brown. They were filled with lust, desire, need, want.

You don't know what came over you but suddenly your lips were on hers. How did you not notice how beautiful marilyn was. You were more focused on her being creepy and not your raging mommy issues. She was perfect. Her hair smelt like lavender, her perfume smelt like old spiced cinnamon, she also smelt like burn smoke, she was intoxicating. She was driving you off this clif you didn't even know was possible or even existed.

She roughly pulled down your underwear, ripping them in the process causing your to moan, giving her the perfect entrance for her tongue to slip in. You both fought for dominance but she obviously won.

She tapped your leg and you jumped up, wrapping both your legs around her waist she took you to the bedroom - how did she know where it was? You had no idea but you didn't care either. You both did your best not to break the kiss as she closed the door shut with her foot. She threw you on the bed and began taking off her suit.

You did the same, taking off your shirt then unclasping your bra before taking off your skirt, your panties were gone a long time ago. Marilyn took off her clothes, the both of you naked as the day you were born. You were enchanted by her. She had such great breast, perfect abs.She simply looked perfect when she was naked.

She smirked at your spaced out look, you ran your hands up her abs before she took them and kissed them breaking you from your trance.

You bite your lips and looked up at her with pure lust and need. Suddenly your pussy had a heartbeat for this woman, you needed her badly.

" What's the matter baby? Thinking of how well mommy's gonna stretch you out?" She asked and you swore your core became a pool. You were wet as fuck. You whined as you slightly arched your back.

Marilyn smirked as she leaned down towards you.

" patience tiger" she mumbled before she started kissing your neck. Sucking and biting the tender flesh, definitely leaving marks. Marilyn was driving you crazy and she knew it, and she loved it.

You moaned softly as her cold hands roamed your body, scratching and caressing areas, making you shiver.

She sucked on your pulse joint lightly.

Marilyn leaved hickeys all over your neck leading down to your chest, making butterfly hickeys. Your skin was her art book at this point.

" fuck marilyn I need you so bad" you whispered grabbing her hair and pulling her closer to your face. Making her moan. She smirked at your desperate exertion and kissed you passionately, she was making you feel hot and bothered.

" don't worry princess I'll fuck you so good that no other man or woman can ever make you feel as good as I do ever again" she muttered into the kiss before trailing down your body, leaving love bites on your skin. She sucked, bit and nibbled her way down your chest and stomach making you squirm.

She gently pushed your thighs apart and looked at your glistening cunt, smirking she looked back up at you.

" all this for me, my love?" She started running her fingers through your slit collecting your arousal as she began kissing in between your thighs, you moaned as you arched your back.

" fuck marilyn just fuck me already!" You shouted plopping yourself up on your elbows, marilyn looked up and you and smacked your clit making your jolt. You moaned as you layed back down, eyes rolling back as you felt a new pool of wettenes form from her actions. Your cunt was aching for her touch.

She came up and slapped you. She took your jaw in her hand and forced you to look at her.

" look to me you slut, this pussy is mine and I'll take how much ever time I want get that in your head, and i'm in control" she husked before ghosting your lips with a kiss, chuckling as you thought she was going to kiss you before going back down.

Marilyn opened your legs wider for her and licked up your arousal that was dripping everywhere making you let out a pornographic moan. She smirked as her tongue got to work. She sucked on your clit before releasing it with a pop and moving down to your hole, dipping her tongue inside making your grab the sheets and pull them tightly, your knuckles turning white.

" you taste so fucking good y/n, should given me this pussy a long time ago sweetheart" she mumbled as she ate like there was no longer any food left in the world, she was addicted already. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned again, you've never had your pussy eaten this good before and it was driving you absolutely crazy. She was taking you into oblivion already. You could feel the knot starting to form in your tummy.

She opened her mouth the widest she can and sucked in your cunt, sucking on your clit and flicking her tongue in and out your hole and teasing your clit now and then. Your legs Bagan to shake as your hips began to buck upwards. She was fucking you so good, it was unbelievable.

" Oh fuck mar! Shit! Mhmm" you were seeing stars, marilyn looked up at your disheveled state, hair flatten out on the pillow, chest falling and rising heavily, eyes rolled back, hands grabbing the sheets so tight she swore you'd rip them. The sight of you took her pride and self esteem leavels through the roof. She started sucking faster.

Your thighs began to close around her head but she she held them open wider with her hands, pushing them up a little towards your chest. Marilyn was eating you out like you were ice cream.

You grabbed her hair and tried to pull her off you but she was too deep in it, she was losing herself, and the pleasure was becoming a tad bit too much for you.

" shit! I'm gonna cum! Marilyn I'm gonna cu-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your orgasm hit your like a wrecking ball. Your eyes were rolled into your head as your back was arched so much you wonder how it's not breaking in half.

She came up licking her lips as your arousal was still on her chin. She smiled at you as she kissed you passionately.

You moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. She pulled away and looked at you deeply, it was so pure and filled with love.

" look at you, such a slut baby for mommy... mhm your a masterpiece honey." She whispered kissing your cheek before moving down your chest again. She sucked on your nipple making you sigh in pleasure. You didn't even know who you were or where you were. You felt as if you were on cloud nine. Your orgasm hasn't even waver off yet.

She was taking such good care of your body it was magical.

She squeezed your breast as she sucked on it like a baby. She released it with a pop and swirled her tongue around it before pulling as it with her lips them teeth making you let out a gasp before she did the same to the other one. She trailed kisses back down to your pussy as she reopened your legs again, your legs were trembling but she still managed to force them open.

She kissed your clit softly " such perfect pussy" she whispered blowing air on your puffy bud making you whimper as you turned your head into the pillow. She kissed it again, this time sliding her tongue down to your entrance and back up, your hips twitched and you moaned softly. " suck pretty moans, from a pretty princess"

Your body was on fire, never once did you or anyone make you feel this good sexual or in bed.

She came up once more and kissed you, she forced her tongue into your mouth as she kissed you deeply, this was she easily slipped two fingers into you, you moaned into her mouth, your hips bucking up off the bed. She pushed her fingers deeper into you, knuckles deep. She curled them making you moan loudly, the overstiumlation was kicking in. She slowly began moving her fingers in you, not pulling them in and out but flexing them.

She was massaging your spongy walls so good.

You turned to face her, opening your eyes slightly, as the dimly lit room made everything more erratic. You looked at her and she looked at you she was so proud of the way she was making you feel. You opened your mouth to tell her something but a loud pornographic moan slipped out inside as she began thrusting her fingers in and out of you deep and slow, not rushing anything.

" fuck... mhpm marilyn?.." You moaned her name like a question but it came out more prayer like.

She chuckled as she kissed your forehead. The way she was fucking you now was sending you insane. You were losing your dignity for this woman. She was so rough when she was eating you out now she's soft as ever with her fingers.

" Yes my love?" she asked going a bit faster now, hitting your g-spot with every curl of her fingers in you.

" fuck! You fuck me so fucking good" you moaned biting your lips as your eyes rolled back, the room was filled with her fingers working in and out of you and your moans. She kissed every inch of your face as she picked up her pace. Her curled fingers were now making wave movements causing your hands to fight to pull the bed sheets but she was faster grabbing them and holding them tight as your orgasm pushed you off the edge more and more.

She kissed your ear and whispered.

" squeezing my fingers so good baby, go ahead and cum for me" with that being said you did just that. She waited for you to ride out your high before removing her fingers and licking them off. She gently choked you as she kissed you deeply.

After you both calmed down you turned to look at her.

" how the fuck are you so skilled with both your mouth and fingers" you asked cupping her face and kissing her.

" What can I say, I'm a perfestional" she muttered lazily before pulling away smirking at you, before biting her bottom lip.

" Well I'm addicted" you mumbled, rolling your eyes playfully, before moving closer to her, cuddling into her warm body, she held you tight and kissed your forehead. You both were extremely exhausted.

" Oh yeah, well your my drug" she whispered before you both fell asleep.

[futbol16]

My Tana  • Aitana Bonmatí

Part 1 A Damn Best

Request:  Are you considering writing a part two of a damm beast? Maybe one where you show how reader is extremely soft for airana?

Word count: 1k

Your relationship with Aitana was still rather new, but to the people around you and to your teammates it was clear that your honeymoon phase would be everlasting. The two of you were so obviously in love that only a blind person wouldn’t see the nature of your relationship, hence why the whole of women’s football and their fans knew about Bonmatí and Kvinna Zlatanera. 

The past week you’d been away for international duty even though you ended up not playing in the friendly against Australia due to a small discomfort in your thigh. For this exact reason you were allowed to return to Spain just two days after the match. 

You kept it a secret because you wanted to surprise Aitana with your early arrival and as you make your way onto the Johan Cruyff stadium’s pitch you raise a finger to your lips, warning Patri, who had spotted you to remain silent. 

Aitana feels arms wrap around her from behind and for a moment she’s utterly confused until your scent invades her senses. She spins around so fast that you’re scared she’ll get whiplash but the squeal that leaves her lips is worth the ear damage and you catch the short girl as she pounces on you.

“Diós mío! I thought you had camp until tomorrow?” she laughs in disbelief as she clings onto you for dear life. Her eyes are shining with adoration for you as she stares up at you in wonder and several of the girls aww at it.

“Well I pulled some strings to be here, Kära” you smile at her and she enthusiastically pulls you to greet the rest of the girls, wanting to share her happiness with the team.

“Welcome back lover girl” Patri teases and she shrieks as you pull her into a harmless headlock to mess her hair up. Once she’s calmed down you allow her to wiggle out of your grip and Pina immediately starts laughing at her best friend’s tousled hair. 

Aitana can only look at you with that same warmth from before, a look that you reciprocate as your eyes find hers. She can not wait to take you home and cuddle up with you after a home cooked dinner. 

The game against Alavés is sooner than you thought but you line up in the tunnel, expression full of confidence and just by the look on your face the Barca girls know you’re going to demolish the other team. 

Frido and yourself are linking up, almost the same way you do when playing for Sweden but this time Aitana is also part of your duo, now trio. With the midfielder’s help Barcelona is up 5-0 at half-time and in contrast to the cold emotionless look you had during those 45 minutes, the mask immediately falls when Aitana pulls you into a hug in the tunnel.

“What’s this for?” you question, but nevertheless hug her back in a big bear hug, the brunette sinking deeper into your embrace as she shrugs.

“Just missed you” the sincerity in her voice tugs at your heartstrings and you press a sweet kiss to her forehead as you sway the two of you from side to side. Mapi and Frido stand in the corridor waiting for the two of you to make it to the locker room.

“She really is a softie for her.” Laia speaks up from behind the pair and she receives a nod from the Swede.

“I told you she is a sweetheart” she smiles cheekily at the way your hand moves to Aitana’s head and your fingers run through her ponytail.

“Y/N do I get a hug?” Mapi’s comment earns her a look from you and you flip her off with the hand in your girlfriend’s hair. “Hey! Why don’t we get the same treatment?”

“Tana is special” you announce with a nonchalant shrug and the girl in your arms turns to face your teammates.

“Yeah, I’m special!” she flashes a toothy grin accompanied with a kiss to your hand. The defender scoffs in mock hurt, claiming that her own girlfriend would give better hugs anyway.

The game against Alavés ends in an 8-0 win for Barcelona and you find yourself sitting in your seat, hair still damp from your shower. The soft patter of your girlfriend’s feet on the floor has you looking up. She has something in her hands and when she reaches you, the brunette allows you to pull her into your lap sideways. 

“I made this for you” she shows you the thread bracelet resting in her palms and you gently take it from her to run the pad of your thumb over the patterns. “The blue and red are for Barca and I added orange because it reminds me of you. Bright and energetic.” 

She states and you can’t help the blinding smile that takes over your features. Her own hand is resting on yours as she explains and your eyes wander onto the side of her face, admiring the girl you get to call your own. 

The team watches the interaction between the two of you but you ignore their prying eyes, your attention on Aitana and Aitana only. The look you’re giving her would have anyone melting under your gaze, but it was reserved for Aitana.

“It’s beautiful Tana, thank you” you tell her honestly, your head tilting at the crinkle of her eyes as she beams at you. 

“I have one too, I thought we could be matching” she confesses and you let out a huff of laughter, squeezing her waist in reassurance. She was so insanely adorable.

“I would love to have matching bracelets with you, my Tana” a giggle escapes your mouth as she throws her arms around your neck and you hold her close, unaware of everything else, even the camera pointed at the two of you and Fridolina filming the scene, too entranced by Aitana, your Aitana.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 )

( 𝐎𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟?? 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟?? 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 × 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞?? 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 )

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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

[ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ]

( had to use this gif )

Rúben Dias did not like to talk.

Everyone that knew him, knew that he was a man of few words; he liked to work in silence, the less he spoke to the clients that hire him, the easier it would be for him to get the job done and move on to the next one, the rules he had set were simple and seemed to work for him as most - if not all of his clients were aware of how efficient he was in ensuring their safety above all while maintaining a high level of professionalism.

The only times you'd see a glimpse of him, the real him. Is when he's around his family and friends and even then; he doesn't like to be vulnerable, he views vulnerability as a liability; preferring to be cold, distant and detached - it's easier for him and easier for those that approach him, yet he had no idea of the storm that was lying ahead, a storm of sunshine, softness and the kind of joy that he faintly remembers experiencing as a child.

The storm that is international pop star, Yeliana Ladrón.

Rúben's perception of pop stars, actresses or anyone from the entertainment industry was that they're loud, talkative and spoilt hence why he had wanted to refuse the task almost immediately until his co-worker and good friend, John Stones advised him not to.

" Why not? " Rúben questions, " She's probably a spoilt princess who will spend the entire day talking my ear off with stupid and trivial matters "

" I worked with her once " John explains, " and I can assure you mate, she's far from the other ones, a sweetheart, grounded and humble too " he laughs, " she literally goes out of her way to ensure everyone around her is comfortable, plus she pays generously so if you take it from me, don't say no "

Despite his hesitance, Rúben ends up accepting which lead him to this current moment, he was lead by Yeliana's assistant inside the mansion, " Miss Ladrón is currently busy, so if you'll follow me I can show you where you'll be staying "

Before Rúben could respond, a tanned and petite brunette appears from the kitchen; dressed in a baby blue summer dress which stopped just below her ankles, her hair was tied up into a ponytail and her face, whilst bare of makeup was rather unique, doe eyes that shone as she smiled brightly, her assistant smiles. " Ah, there she is. Yeli, this is Rúben Dias, he was sent by the agency "

" It's nice to meet you " Yeliana extends her hand, expecting him to shake only for him to acknowledge her with nod which made her brows furrow in confusion, " you don't like physical contact, got it? "

" I was on my way to show him his bed room " Her assistant states.

" It's fine Renata, you can go home! the house is secured so nothing should happen. I'll show Rúben around " Yeliana smiles.

" Ok then! it was nice meeting you Mister Dias, and I'll see you later Yeli "

Rúben watches the woman whom he now knows her name walk out of the house before he turns to Yeliana, " Where's the room? " He asks, in a curt tone.

Yeliana ignores his tone, still maintaining the same smile. " Follow me then "

Rúben quietly walks behind her to the ends of the house where the rooms were, " You'll be staying here " he hears her say as she unlocks the door to the neatly furnished bedroom, " there's an en-suite bathroom, everything you need is in there and if there's anything missing you can let me know "

" Are your fences high? " Rúben asks, ignoring the last phrase.

" Yes, and they're secured " Yeliana nods.

" Are there security cameras installed? " Rúben asks.

" Yes " Yeliana nods.

" Locks? "

" Yes "

Rúben was about to ask again, however Yeliana rolls her eyes. " My house is fully secure, don't worry! I didn't want to burden anyone but my father insisted " she mutters.

Rúben was silent, before curiosity got the best of him causing him to ask. " What happened exactly? I was only informed of a supposed threat "

Yeliana visibly stiffened, " Yes "

" What is the threat? " Rúben asks, " If you don't mind me asking "

" My ex boyfriend " Yeliana mutters before mustering up the same smile he had seen earlier. " Are you hungry? "

Rúben shakes his head, " I'll be down in a minute however "

" Please " Yeliana said, " I don't like eating alone "

Rúben grows silent before nodding, " Alright "

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They sit down in the dining room, Rúben maintained a safe distance away from her; Yeliana took the moment to study him, he was broad, well built, with features that reminded her of all the social media videos she sees of models people use as images of fictional characters, and when he looks up from his plate, she looks away and hopes he didn't notice her. " So, how long have you been working in the agency "

" Nearly four years " Rúben answers in the same curt tone.

" Oh, so you must know John " Yeliana deduces.

" Yes, I do " Rúben mutters.

Yeliana chews on her bottom lip, " You don't like to talk much huh? "

" I find it easier this way, to not be attached and ensure that I do my work at the highest level, besides I'm not here to befriend you, I'm here to protect you " Rúben responds, " So, the less we converse, the better "

Yeliana nods before smiling, " I get it, but ... I'm not going to stop "

Rúben's brows furrowed, " Pardon? "

" Listen, it took me a lot to get through John and while I'm sure you think I'm some spoilt singer but I'm not, so I give you my word that once these weeks end, we will be friends " Yeliana said with a smile, she stands up and grabs the dishes to go and wash them.

Rúben watches her from where he was sitting, still confused by her words, he shakes his head before walking up to the kitchen to tell her, " I'm going to look around the house, just to be safe "

" Ok " Yeliana nods with a smile.

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The only thing Rúben can think of that could describe the following weeks was one singular word, a rollercoaster -- he noticed just how much Yeliana loved performing, and how beautiful she sounded doing so, he was an avid listener of music yet never bothered to take a minute and truly listen to music until he heard her sing, she seemed to sing from a place of pain and an unexplainable sense of dejection.

One night, he was in the kitchen to grab a glass of water when he heard her voice outside in the balcony, coupled with the strumming of the guitar was enough to lure him out of the kitchen which overlooked the balcony.

" You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?

You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart

I tried you help you out, now I know that I can't

'Cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand "

Rúben stood there, allowing the words to sink in - they were charged, quite heavily; and he didn't know what came over him, however he decided to speak. " You sound great "

Yeliana gasps then looks up before smiling, " Thank you, I guess it helps when you have a deplorable ex boyfriend "

Rúben tentatively sat down on the other chair, keeping the same distance he did since the first day. " What did he do? "

" He cheated " Yeliana responds with a sad smile, " I gave him four years of my life, on and off, ups and downs, and I kept my mouth shut while he stuck his cock in everything that moves " she laughs.

" Why would you stay with him? " Rúben asks, " He sounds like an idiot "

" Because I'm a hopeless romantic " Yeliana responds, " When I care about someone, platonically or not! I tend to give my all to that person "

Rúben nods, " Hm "

" Have you ever felt that? " Yeliana asks him.

Rúben raised a brow, before shaking his head. " Emotions are a liability for me, I was engaged once but she never waited for me and since then, I made a promise never to love anyone again "

Despite his curt nod, and standoffish nature. Yeliana could see that behind of all that was someone so hurt, that he believed being like this was the right call. " For what it's worth, she's an idiot too "

And for the first time, in a really long time; Rúben smiled, he truly smiled which made Yeliana smile then say, " You have a beautiful smile "

Rúben's smile instantly vanishes the minute he hears her, this wasn't what he intended on happening; he stands up, " Listen, you need to sleep cause you have an early day tomorrow ok "

Yeliana nods, " Ok " she follows him fifteen minutes later, and was about to head to bed when she said. " Hey Rúben "

" Yes " Rúben responds curtly.

" Goodnight " Yeliana said then closed the door behind her.

Rúben did not respond, he walks into the guest bedroom; placing a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm his heartbeat. This wasn't what he planned, these past few weeks were a rollercoaster, while he may have been able to keep a neutral face, he couldn't help but admire Yeliana, she was kind, welcoming and indeed true to John's words, humble as when he had searched her up, he came to know that she hailed from humble backgrounds which surprised him given that most singers are blinded by fame, yet she wasn't - and against his own set of rules.

He was beginning to feel drawn to her.

Yeliana couldn't believe it, while she was out of Manchester with Rúben and her team to perform in Paris, her ex boyfriend had tried to break and enter her home; however thankfully he was arrested -- and as she returned, she had cooperated with the police to ensure that he goes away for life over the horrors and pain he had caused her and with his arrest, came the conclusion of Ruben's task, he was set to leave today.

" I really appreciate you staying with me Rúben " Yeliana smiles.

" It's my job " Rúben nods.

Yeliana fiddles with her bracelet, which caught Rúben's attention and caused him to ask, " What is it? "

" Well, since you won't be working to protect me anymore " Yeliana begins with a shaky voice, " And to be fair, I really liked spending time with you even though you hated my chats "

Rúben chuckles, " I did "

" And you disliked how I would hum while I'm making breakfast " Yeliana adds.

" I value silence " Rúben retorts.

" You were basically a grumpy person " Yeliana laughs, " I still think that we can be friends, right? "

Rúben looks away, unsure if he should tell her or not, she was this worldly angelic human being with so much popularity and love, and he was just ... a bodyguard, " I ... " he begins but falls silent again.

" What? " Yeliana tilts her head, with a confused expression.

" Yeliana " Rúben whispers, " These past few weeks have been enlightening and I loved every single moment, which is odd seeing as that I've always hailed myself as being able to keep my emotions buried and yet ... "

" Yet? " Yeliana prompts him to continue.

" Yet I've grown attached to you " Rúben murmurs, " While I initially hated everything you did and how you're always happy, I realized why you did it, and I .. " he licks his lips, " I know that there won't be any chance for us but, I - "

" You .. " Yeliana mutters, subconsciously leaning closer.

" I really like you Yeliana, like really like you " Rúben said.

Yeliana's eyes widened, cheeks turning pink. " You do? " she whispers.

" Yeah " Rúben nods, grabbing her hands. " I just, I want to know if you feel the same way "

Yeliana smiles, her tears brimming at the ends of her eyes; she stands on the tip of her toes to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. " I feel the same way " she giggles.

A big smile spreads across his lips and Rúben pulls Yeliana into an embrace, " You're my sweet melody " he whispers.

[mypimpademia]

I love to see black lady fan fics but they never have hair like mine can I ask you to write the main 4 and how they would react to a girl with locs

— Locs

Bakugo x Fem! Black! Reader, Izuku x Black! Fem! Reader, Todoroki x Black! Fem! Reader, Shinsou x Black! Fem! Reader

TW: Swearing

— BAKUGO

⇶ Locs are hands down Katsukis favorite.

⇶ He loves how they look amazing all the time even without styling them

⇶ So when you walk into class on the first day with a fresh retwist, you catch his eye

⇶ He acts disinterested, per usual, but you can feel him staring at you as you introduce yourself to your other classmates

⇶ If you go up to him and say something, he’ll mug you and then ignore you completely

⇶ Izuku pulls you away from him and tells you that the blonde is rough around the edges, but he didn’t cuss you out or yell so that’s a good sign for you

⇶ Later that day, you get paired with him for an assignment

⇶ He hardly speaks to you, and when he does his answers are short

⇶ It’s irking your soul, honestly. The only thing that’s keeping you from asking him what his problem is is remembering what Izuku said about him

⇶ You think he’s just being an asshole, but you’re really trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. And as long as he doesn’t start anything with you like Izuku told you about, you’ll be chill

⇶ It doesn’t even dawn on you that you’re making him insanely nervous

⇶ It’s such an unfamiliar feeling to Katsuki, hence his strange behavior

⇶ He doesn’t care about the length of your hair, it could be above your shoulders or down to your ass and he’ll still think you look incredible

⇶ Will he tell you that? No. Let’s be serious.

⇶ He’s cool with whatever your natural hair color is, but dyed locs do something to him

⇶ Katsuki loves skunk stripes and peekaboos in any color, and fully dyed hair is a close second

⇶ Don’t even get him started on if you have it dyed orange, ginger, or blonde.

⇶ For styles, anything half up and half down is 🔛🔝

⇶ And if your locs are long, he likes to see you switch it up by making them into a bob

⇶ Katsuki will warm up to you eventually, once he gets over how nervous you make him first

— IZUKU

⇶ Anything with natural hair makes him melt, so to say he loves your locs would be an understatement

⇶ One of the first things he does, after introducing himself, is tell you that he likes you hair

⇶ Can’t stop staring at your locs while he talks to you, they’re just so pretty on you

⇶ Anytime you come into class with a different style or a retwist, he makes a point to compliment you

⇶ If you ever ask Izuku to pick a style for you to try, he’ll be more than happy to do so

⇶ You’ll scroll through Pinterest together until you find one you both like

⇶ Shit, he’ll make an entire board just for loc inspo and share it with you

⇶ Loves any style with a ponytail/pigtails, or in a bun

⇶ Thinks curly/wavy locs are the cutest thing ever

⇶ Adores locs with beads and charms on them, they’re so pretty to him and you’ll almost see stars in his eyes if you put any on yours

⇶ Doesn’t care about length much, but he does really like shorter locs (shoulder length and shorter) because they show how much you can do with locs regardless of how long they are

⇶ For dyed locs, he likes really bold and bright colors. Doesn’t care about if it’s a skunk stripe, peekaboo, fully dyed, just the ends, etc

⇶ Pink, purple, and of course, green are his favorites

⇶ If you let him try to retwist your locs, it won’t go terribly, but you most definitely will not ask him to do it again😭

⇶ Even though he can’t retwist to save his life, he’s great at styling so if you’re ever struggling he’ll enthusiastically help you

⇶ Truthfully, Izuku might enjoy your locs more than you

— TODOROKI

⇶ Sho thinks locs are sooo pretty

⇶ He won’t say anything to you, but you’ll catch him taking glances and immediately looking away when you meet eyes

⇶ Has a very awkward smile on his face when he does so, and it’s honestly the cutest thing ever

⇶ When you go over and say hi, he’s a bit shocked but quietly says hi

⇶ Shoto is naturally quiet, and you got that off rip, but he’s very obviously nervous the entire time you talk to him

⇶ Shoto is very blunt, so when you ask him what’s wrong he just tells you he thinks your hair is pretty

⇶ Doesn’t care about length at all, but for styling he likes when you just let them be, and any ponytail style

⇶ For dyed locs, he likes darker colors

⇶ If you have a split dye, he’ll think it’s cute that you and him are matching

⇶ Locs with charms, specially crystal charms, are heavenly to him. He thinks you look like an angel with an assortment of crystals dangling from your locs

⇶ If you ask him to do your hair, he’ll be fine as long as you give him guidance

⇶ Lovesss to play with your locs if you’ll let him

⇶ Always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you in case you need one to pull them back, as well as clips

⇶ Just thinks you’re so pretty with your locs, he could look at them for hours

— SHINSOU

⇶ Natural hair lover to his core but locs will always take the cake

⇶ Hitoshi doesn’t even say hi when he first sees you, he tells you he likes your hair

⇶ It catches you off guard, but he likes watching you sputter out a thank you

⇶ Admires your locs pretty much everytime he’s talking to you, and even when he’s not

⇶ Doesn’t look away if you catch him, just gives you a smug grin

⇶ Even though he usually keeps his hair up how it always is, he Carrie’s hair ties and pins just in case he needs to put it back. He’ll let you borrow some if you ask

⇶ He likes any length, but sways towards shorter locs more

⇶ Hitoshi lovess barrels and twists, and believes that you can never go wrong with a good pineapple

⇶ For dyed locs, he’s likes peekaboos, skunk stripes, and scattered dyed ones in any color

⇶ If you have all of your hair dyed, Hitoshi likes vibrant colors, pink, blue, and purple being his favorites

⇶ Likes touching them, if you’ll let him

⇶ They’re hardly ever prolonged touches, most of the time he’ll tangle his fingers in your locs when coming up behind you to get your attention

⇶ But if your locs are long, he’ll play with them while talking to you or sitting behind you

⇶ Twists them, braids them, curls them around his fingers, etc

⇶ Hitoshi is actually good at doing hair, so if you ever get tired of styling it on your own or retwisting, you can count on him to get you right

⇶ He might scare you a little by watching a tutorial on YouTube or TikTok first, but surprises you by doing a nice job with little to no guidance from you

⇶ Hitoshi is a loc enthusiast through and through

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