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esquen · 1 year

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it’s always you : j.b

W.C ; 1.3k (i went overboard..)

summary ; jude is tired of you talking about your flings.

“hi!” you chirped, standing infront of your bestfriend who had his phone in his hand and his water bottle in the other. he looked up startled, but smiled when he saw you. “hey.” he greeted you and stood up.

the height difference between you two made his breath hitch, that similar feeling of you stretching your arms around his middle and pulling your body closer to his causing his face to heat up. he hugged you back nonchalantly, acting as if he was burning up inside.

“how are you?” you asked and pulled back, eyes peering up at him. he smiled at you, watching as you rested you chin on his chest. “im fine angel, thanks for asking.”

even his own nickname for you cause his throat to close and his mouth to burn. he studied your face for a second, the creases near your eyes, your lips when you smiled, the light huffs you took after a long walk. he took in the smell of your watermelon gum and smiled.

“what about you?” he asked, removing his hands from your body. he was longing for more, to move his hands down to the empty space on your waist, then to your thighs —

“i’m okay.” you disrupted his line of thought. “i’ve been talking to someone new. his name is aiden!” you whispered excitedly. jude felt his jaw clench and his stomach tense at the words you let out of your mouth. he was in utter shock, but he couldn’t show it. you were his childhood bestfriend. nothing more, nothing less. that’s how it would always be, unless he changed something up.

“really?” he asked, sitting down right after you. he put on that act. that same act he put on everytime you mentioned a new boy. “mhm! i was at his house yesterday— it was kind of a disappointment, though. he didn’t make me cum. i had to fake two orgasms.” you frowned. you were always comfortable sharing this type of information to eachother, lord knows you’ve heard worse.

jude snorted before you groaned out loud, “shut up!” you laughed with him. “the most embarrassing thing about a guy is not being able to make a girl cum.” jude added, watching as you stopped laughing but kept the same smile on your face. he watched as you removed your jacket, setting it over your thighs. watching you fix your hair, and lean foward.

he admired every single thing about you. the way you licked your lips as you talked to the waiter, how you rested your chin in your hands and listened to every single word he let out of his mouth. no one payed attention to him like you did, and no one payed attention to you like he did.

after lunch, both of you walked out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk. you continued to talk until you reached his car, him unlocking it and you getting in immediately. “ugh, it’s freezing outside!” you complained, jude immediately turning on the heater. “ready to go?” he asked, as you pulled out your phone.

“mhm, drop me off at aiden’s house please, i’ll send the address.” jude’s jaw clenched again at your request, starting to pull out of his parking spot. “let me tell you more about aiden!” you turned to him, putting your phone in the cup holders.

“so i met him at target—“ with every detail he learned about him, jude pressed on the gas a little harder and gripped the steering wheel. his knuckles turned a little brighter as he turned corners, slowly calming down as you eased into a different topic.

jude missed the way he was supposed to go to get to aiden’s house, instead making his way to his house. you knew the way all too familiarly. you know the turn he would make off the driveway when you were drunk, or when you got sick at uni, or when he was bringing you over for a sleepover.

and every time, you stayed. you didn't go home, you sat in his guest bedroom, contemplating getting up and snuggling into his body in his bed. you knew you couldn’t, his ex girlfriend occupying that space most of the time. you knew these thoughts weren’t normal, and you knew you needed to get rid of them as soon as possible. jude would never be yours, especially if he was a national football star.

“jude, you missed the way—“ “i know.” he shut you up, making that final turn off the highway. your chest started pumping as your eyes flicked to your phone, watching the text messages from aiden light your screen up. you started feeling sick, like that same time he was bringing you to his house after you caught the stomach bug.

every single inconvenience, he brought you to his house and sat on his couch with you in his arms, watching you eat the leftover dinner his mom left him. he knew you’d cook him something when you left, like you always did.

your breath hitched as he stopped the car infront of his house, opening his door and climbing out. you grabbed your phone and pushed your door open, getting out as well. "jude, what is your problem?!" you asked as he walked up to his house, unlocking the door. "get inside." he ordered, looking back at you before digging in his mailbox to check for anything new.

you stomped angrily past him and inside the house, throwing your jacket off to the side and waited as he came inside. he dropped his keys on the table by the door, along with a few cards. "do you want to know my problem, y/n?" he asked, as you crossed your arms around your chest.

"yeah, i'd really like to know." you mumbled. he took a few steps foward until he was towering over you, the same way he was at the restaurant. “my problem is you. you’re my problem.” your breath hitched in your throat at what came out of his mouth. “you’re all i think about. you’re all i think about all day everyday.”

“you should be with me. you shouldn’t be wasting your time with that twat, can’t even make you cum.” he whispered against your neck, your hands coming behind his head to keep him close. “i can do everything better than him. i can touch you better than him,” he whispered, moving his hands up and down your sides.

"i can comfort you better than him," he whispered into your neck, pulling back for a second. “i can kiss you better than him," he mumbled and brought your face to his, leaving a delicate kiss on your lips.

"i can fuck you better than him." there it was, the sentence that made your legs feel like jelly and goosebumps to rise on your soft skin. you moaned when the words fell from his lips, staring as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“promise me you’ll leave him. promise and i’ll give you everything and more right here right now.” your bestfriend spoke as he pulled away, almost as if he was pleading. you nodded against his skin anxiously, as if he’d disappear if you said no.

"'m gonna leave him." you whimpered as he kisses you again, a tiny bit more passion included. you wined at the feeling of his arms moving to frame your face, keeping him stuck to you.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingam x reader #world cup smut #world cup 2022 #soccer smut #football smut #jude bellingham fluff

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witherwallflower · 23 hours

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TWENTY - ONE

🎂🦢🌙

“you’d be the love of my life when i was young”

“i made a mistake and i’ll tell you im sorry,, sorry”

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summary: taylor devoras makes a song called “21” about her youtube influencer ex, chris sturniolo. can this song bring them back together or make things worse?

warning: hate comments ig?

previously…

COMMENTS DISABLED

~ taylor devora

“CHRIS 🧡🦋 sent you a message.”

my phone read, “what the fuck.”

after me and chris broke up months ago, we never really kept contact. yes we did end it on okay terms, but we hadn’t spoken to each other after that. we would only be around each other when i’d come over to hang out with nick or matt, just sharing small glances.

something in me told me not to open the message but i do miss chris dearly and im kind of curious on what he has to say. i clicked on the notification.

“holy shit” at this point i had zero idea on what to do. reply? leave it on read?

i ended up just sending back a quick

to put my mind at ease, i opened my instagram.

opening the comments was probably something i mostly regret.

“boring ass song”

“oh fuck you 😂. chris deserves better”

“you do not deserve a platform lmaoooo”

and so much more, filled my comment section. my vision started to blur by tears forming in my eyes. hate comments never really got to me this bad but for some reason now, it’s hitting me.

most of these people are part of the sturniolo fandom which makes a lot of sense, but im so tired of this. people nagging me, sending threats, being called names.

out of everything i can do, i just chosen to turn off comments for all my posts.

i’ve decided this is enough for today. sighing, i put my phone down and just laid in bed, slowly letting sleep take over.

~ chris sturniolo

“i missed your 21st birthday….” replays back into my headphones for the hundred time.

after taylor released her song, i can’t stop listening. no matter how many times i’ll tell people, including myself that i don’t want taylor again, i know im lying straight through my teeth.

i regret ending stuff with her, i regret wanting to put this new lifestyle over her, i regret telling her to just leave. i regret it all.

id do anything to go back to the day we broke up and just change my mind. all of this thinking of her had me picking up my phone, finding her contact and typing out, “hey, the songs fire. i know we don’t talk anymore but im proud of you taylor”

i know maybe sending this could be wrong but i just want to text her again. i hit send. i stared at the message while biting my nails out of being nervous.

it felt like forever until i saw the 3 dot bubble of her typing back.

“thanks chris, it means a lot” i sighed in a bit of relief, because she could’ve said something real worse like to leave her alone or something.

i went onto her instagram and started scrolling through her posts. she looks…happy, which makes me glad. i pressed the comment button and saw the mix of hate and support.

i know i need to speak up for her, she did nothing wrong. but im too hesitant and i don’t want to say the wrong thing.

i got up to go up to matts room. when i reached his door i knocked a couple of times before entering. when i got in he was just on his phone laying in bed.

“matt i need help” i said while sitting down on the edge of his bed

“what is it?” he asked me, still looking at his phone.

“well you know how ever since me and taylor broke up, everyone keeps hating on her and assuming the worse for her?” i said pausing to quickly look at him. he took his eyes off his phone and just nodded at me.

“do you think i should say something about it to maybe help all of the hate towards her?” still making eye contact with him

“i mean obviously… she does nothing to deserve all that.”

i looked down at my feet slightly nodding, because i know he’s right.

mahli talks! HI GUYSSSS!!!! im actually so proud on how much im actually doing for this story, it’s really bringing the writer of me back out and just ahhh!! i want to start a taglist so please lmk if u wanna b part of it! love ya 🩷

#mahli talks!#gracie abrams #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #minor gracie abrams #witherwallflower

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madfantasy · 1 year

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Dear blogging

Wish you ease and comfort, and all that you desire.

I've been trying not to fall again into the dissociative zombie trance I freeze in, but I only can fight it so much considering..

Even just typing what I think of a butter milk lolly I tried first time seems to be the most pointless thing in the world.. such as my view on me still inhabiting it.. like how ever or whatever I say or do, there's no point, there's no outcome, there's no reason in bothering...

The festival wasn't very festive and even tho struggling to find commissions to cover any not net bill expense, I managed to get something to do something new for it— makeup

I have a long list of trying things for the first time and makeup was on there, I'm all for it in the name of self expression and refinery, and to me especially I always wanted to try nd do even beyond that. But now I tried it, it seems like I need a new set of hands cuz my god, what is drawing in reverse AND on a stretchy surface such as the skin.

I got myself and siblings some and arrived in time for the festival. No body humoured me as much as i hoped, and my guardians being the supportive bunch they be even laughed at— which I already know— my screwed application. Even with their encouragement to keep it on, I promptly wiped it off and did not bother with makeup after.

Just in the past few days I started using lipstick more and I noticed it helped me stop chewing on my lips, which is a nice positive to get out of it. Also I'm in love /hate relationship with the way the brush feels on my face, it's relaxing but suddnly feels too ticklish to continue, idk. At least I've been enjoying my kit as if I bought new art tools and hope to have more colors with time and get better at it.

Like finding out things like— lipgloss freaking burns or numb your lips and that's ON PURPOSE?? I worried I was having a reaction cuz i picked brands randomly & as cheap as possible, tried to get one of everything, and as you can see I have allowed my red-black pallet fixation control my choices. Like eyeshadows being mostly reddish I thought it will look super vibrant on me, but they turned very complementary on my skin tone, hehe. And those nail polish removal stuff, they kill my fingers, just by using them daily, that aside the disgusting feeling of rubbing my nail with wet tissue — PURE AGONY.

My charms too arrived, the ones I've ordered with my new phone and have long gave up on seeing again cuz they seemed to never arrive. It something dear to me, i wanted to put before me symbols of the ones to treasure who commissioned me and helped me get a new phone. Which was something also I first time try— accessorising my phone.

Bee for Ka 🐝 kitty for Katty 🐈 the mask 🎭 as a representation of the death eaters life I enjoyed illustrating with VanMarky, V for my precious Vee, and so on. It escaped my notice that I need pliers to fix them into the chain lol so they remain loose for now..

Now i added another vid to upload for the day i hope it doesn't torment me, im tired of seeing this as an always occurrence, it's not helping, but keeping me longer into this festering mental decline..

I'm happy that the 100$+ net subscription cost I barely have each month paying off 8D

Sorry fir being so hopless, trying to live to art..

5 a.m. 3.5.2023. Tummy hurt

#text #drawing journal #personal

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lqfiles · 9 days

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BROOO JAEMIN GET BEHIND ME I WILL FIGHT ANYONE FOR YOU AND YOUR CAT (even tho my dog wont let me bc she doesn’t like the smell of other animals on me 😔 BUT I’LL TRY)

also thank you for the new update 😋🫶🏼 EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU BEFORE I CRAWL OUT UNDER YOUR BEDS WITH A MASK ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 😋😋😋

and yesss there are gendered words in Spanish for example “la foto” (the picture) is feminine “la mano” (the hand) is feminine, “el programa” (the program) is masculine, “el planeta” (the planet) is masculine. so the word “la” leans more towards femininity. for example: “la mujer” (the woman). “el” leans more towards masculinity. for example: “el hombre” (the man)

(also, its not easy for me to explain it 😭 but again, I’m here if it’s confusing 🫡)

and about my writingggg, i just started the series, im writing another piece of writing, im finishing one, and i just came up with another… my brain doesn’t stop 😭 that’s why i spend my time readinggg (also i read these two other books this week and so good)

but AGAIN i will literally take haechan in a fist fight i can do it guys swear! I throw hands (no I don’t) and I can do it (no I can’t) AND I GOT THIS (i’ll leave it you guys)

- 🫧

(also bella just posed for me on my digital camera and she looks like a doll/stuffed animal 😭 I guess that tired her bc she’s sleeping rn)

me fr because i’m the biggest cat person and jaemin has the cutest cats fr, anyways yasss that’s gonna be it for now i’ll try and make some of the new chaps soon 😝

its not confusing i surprisingly understand it, so if someone were to type something and started it with la you would be able to immediately tell they’re a woman? or am i wrong..

OH YOURE BUSYYY plsss how are you gonna handle all that at the same time 😭 have you decided what you’re gonna focus on? and maybe give us a little sneak peak 👀 the way i came up with a new fic idea too, WERE JUST SO FULL OF CREATIVITY!!

LMFAOOOOOO EXACTLY I (most non confrontational person ever) will beat his ease if he doesn’t stop (i would never lay a hand on a person cos i’m too scared) he better watch it 😒

ALSO OMGGG YOU JAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA?? i’ve been wanting one for ages, i feel like taking pictures on those just hits different, i bet the picture came out looking super duper cute aaweee, i was gonna say that you should show me but idk if you can even send digital camera pics to your phone or anything like that

#asks.#from 🫧 anon #( pay the price )

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piviani · 2 years

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what enha currently feels about their current tour

( disclaimer: please do remember to take my readings with a grain of salt. i am in no way a professional tarot reader and all of this are alleged and is for entertainment purposes only. )

note: hello everyone wow its been awhile! but anyways i just had the sudden urge to read about what they currently feel now that the world tour is finally starting 😭 (sk is already done and THEY WERE ???? jaw dropping. fr. fr. the dance break COUGH COUGH) + and last this is kind of a rushed reading so excuse if there might be some grammar mistakes or sum ..

jungwon

ace of swords

awe jungwon is currently in that moment where he feels that wow the world really is built different for everybody. he is now in the clear set of mind. emotionally he is in a good place! it might feel very new to him but with this card its positive! as in general context it means new ideas, new environment, new beginnings.. whatever that is new. ITS ALL NEW. he feels a great strong of emotion too. because Its what he is patiently waiting and craving for, after what happened to his life.

heeseung

five of swords in reverse

dude is ready! hes now feeling ready after that unexplainable unhappy thoughts he had about their tour in the past. its possible he was getting quite anxious? but anyways all that now is buried! hes now feeling happy and reassured that it will all turn out fine. its all about new life to him now. “forget the past and move forward.”

jay

temperance

wow this is lovable.. jay feels a sense of calm. the typa calm after you arrive in ur home from a long ass tiring shift you know? a feeling of ease.. like yeah this is why im doing all this.. for my love ones or whatever that he holds dearly. i think with just the world temperance in general we know what it already feels like for him tbh 😭 a very good feeling. he feels happy! too happy! and he even feels grateful too. he feels like this is all connected. a very 🥰 moment where you just have to bring out your phone and capture the moment because you know you will look back to it everytime. he feels that.

jake

the star

whats with jake and this card everytime.. (i always pull this whenever i read for him..) similar with jay! he is also as well feeling ‘that’. might sound er with this but this just so pure. fr. not even kidding. his eyes be sparkling whenever he thoughts of tour. seems like hes been waiting for this for so long too! a very new feeling for him as well. he feels like this is some new era for him. (technically it is a new era for all of them).

sunghoon

six of swords in reverse

unclear card so i apologize in advance if my interpretation might sound a bit er. but anyways sunghoon feels kind of hesitant with this? i dont exactly know why (as ive said in this type of qs this card is unclear (atleast to me). he might be holding back? .. its possible this is all getting into him.. he might feel overwhelmed or he might not be feeling at his best at the moment.

sunoo

the magician in reverse

🫠 unclear to me again! i swear why they aint letting me dude… but anyways with the magician its possible he is currently feeling that he should be more fittable more. he feels that himself is not enough for the tour. almost like he feels that he doesn’t deserve all this. he still is insisting to keep both of his eyes shut closed. he is unsure.. uncertain.

riki

three of cups

aw riki feels happy. hes looking forward for the tour! hes excited to meet different kinds of people and bond, enjoy, and hang with them. all good feelings hes genuinely uplifted its making him feel wonders. a joyous environment 😭

end note: idk but u might notice my reading? interpretations? are kind of different and if u think the admin is different now no its not its just me lol hehe i have quite different of personality every occurrence

[ reading was done in Sep 20, 2022. ]

#kpop tarot #kpop #enhypen tarot #tarot #enhypen #enhypen astrology #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #riki nishimura

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spaceprincessem · 1 year

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wip wednesday (plus one day)

not me sliding into wip wednesday on thursday. it’s fine. thank you to @alyxmastershipper and @spotsandsocks for the tag! here’s something from my half of a fried braincell that is left after monday’s episode. more 6b spec fics because the brainrot has consumed us all

“Earth to Eddie.”

Eddie blinks a few times. He didn’t realize how out of focus everything was, the colors and shapes of the loft twirling in his vision before the world rights itself. Hen and Chimney are both looking at him with a mix of concern and something else he’s too tired to decipher right now. Did they ask him something? He’s not quite sure. He shifts in his seat and taps the mark on the table, clearing his throat as he gruffly says, “What?”

“The cake,” Hen says with a slight tilt to her eyebrow, “we were talking about Buck’s favorite filling, but Chimney and I can’t agree on what it should be.”

“Strawberry rhubarb," Eddie responds. He doesn’t have to think about it. It’s right there on the tip of his tongue, stored in the corner of his mind that is reserved for all things Buck related. “Definitely not lemon,” he adds when he sees Chimney open his mouth to argue.

“See,” Hen teases as she shoves Chimney’s playfully, “I told you it wasn’t lemon.��

“Maddie likes lemon,” Chimney just shrugs, “so I thought it might be a Buckley thing.”

“Yeah,” Hen laughs, warm and knowing, “your Buckley.”

Chimney mutters something Eddie can’t hear and he takes a moment to roll his shoulders, easing the perpetual ache that has seeped into his bones these past few weeks. Hen rapidly types something on her phone, probably making note of the cake filling, and Eddie grits his teeth, trying not to let the sound grate against his ears. Boots pound on the stairs and Eddie is up from his seat a little too quickly, the chair scraping against the floor unpleasantly that has Hen and Chimney snapping their heads in his direction. Eddie ignores them and bolts to the locker room. He takes too long debating on whether he should change here or at the gym because he’s suddenly cornered in by his two friends and he can only deflect for so long.

i won’t tag anyone since im late

#buddie #buddie wip #911 fox #me putting eddie through it???#more likely than you think

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sleepingdeath-light · 3 months

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relationship hcs ; avocado cookie

requested by ; anonymous (23/06/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; avocado cookie

outline ; “the aforementioned avocado cookie reqs bc i was duper super sleepy ahaha

im just gonna throw a two in one and you just uuuh go crazy idk

- sub reader smut hcs

- general dating hcs”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

if you want to be in a relationship with avocado cookie you need to have a good sense of humour, and to at least be mildly fond of puns as a genre of humour — if not then you’re really not gonna last long with her

your name in her phone is a pun instead of a pet name, she writes little jokes on scrap pieces of paper that she places in your pockets and bags before you go to work, she laughs through every situation, and will start and end every day with some sort of quip unless you’re both too exhausted to do so — so even just saying that humour is her love language would be underselling how big a part of your lives it becomes

of course she loves gifting you things that she’s made — whether that’s something practical like a weapon, tool, or piece of armour, or a more personal and ‘pointless’ sort of trinket — and whenever she notices a gift of hers being put on display in your home she practically puffs up with affection and pride

likewise, if you’re on the crafty side then she’s going to keep every thing you gift to her whilst bragging about how ‘awesome’ her partner is — whether it’s a brief love letter, a small painted object, some clothing, or a personalised object she’ll love it all the same

her pet names alternate between things like ‘babe’ and ‘sweets’, and more lighthearted jokey things like puns or inside jokes — for her part she’s happy to go by whatever nicknames you want to ascribe to her, whether you go for something more amusing or something more traditionally affectionate in nature

avocado cookie is extremely physically affectionate and has no qualms about being touchy with you in public or private: running up to you and picking you up in a bear hug whilst laughing that contagious laugh of hers, carrying you around with ease whenever you mention being tired or just to make you laugh, holding you in place and kissing all over your face whilst the kids exaggeratedly gag and tell you both to get a room, hugging you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder or atop your head, cuddling you as you perch atop her lap, and so on…

and when it comes to sleeping, she’s an incredibly deep and clingy sleeper meaning that the moment she’s out there’s no chance of you moving out of her arms until she wakes up again — she also gives off a lot of heat, practically being a living radiator, so if you can’t handle that then you’ll have to sleep in separate beds (she won’t begrudge you for this btw, as long as you promise to sit and cuddle with her for a while before you two retire to bed)

she’s absolutely the type of girlfriend who would wear matching couples costumes with you for halloween (she’d probably be the one to suggest it) — bonus points if it’s something especially cheesy like ‘peanut butter and jelly’ or something else along those lines

her kisses are all very sweet and all seemed designed to make you laugh so hard that your sides ache — chaste kisses to the lips when you least except them, wet kisses to your cheeks and neck when you’re upset to make you giggle and smile, peppering kisses along your neck and face whilst she holds you in place and tickles you because she felt like it, etc.

of course despite her very touchy nature she’s mindful of your boundaries and preferences and will never consciously overstep them or make you uncomfortable — yes she’s a very confident and unserious person, but she loves you so so much and would never do anything to push you away

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #crk fluff #crk x reader #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #avocado cookie fluff #avocado cookie x reader

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valentine-writes · 2 years

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Okay i think it'd be hilarious if sundrop found out y/n listens to a lot of like heavy metal and screamy emo music despite y/n being super soft and gentle. How about it? >:3c (btw love your blog!!!)

CALAMITOUS NOISE !

↳ ft. sun/sunnydrop

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: WOOO!!! working on reqs time!!!! /ᐠ.ᆽ.ᐟ \ this one i LUV LUV LUV AWAAUGHWHS ty anon!!! it might b a lil short becuz im trying to like. slowly ease myself into writing (im so sorry) but hopefully it'll suffice!!!! also. sunny's a little teeny tiny bit ooc,,, im rly trying 2 get my Writing Energy back so so soz (´｀;) </3

edit: title added for masterlist purposes! i always loved this concept and wanna rewrite it sumtime tbh..,,..,

▸ ever since sun had met you, you have always been the sweetest little thing to him

▸ your energies balance out perfectly! sun is frankly, kinda scattered and a bit erratic. though he is programmed to take care of children- he is a little all over the place. all the time. luckily, you were gentle with him and incredibly patient. your soft nature working with sun's... unique personality seemed to click nicely.

▸ always there to slow him down or offer him some space to calm down, you really were such an angel in his eyes. this type of friendship was definitely needed after long hours of working in the daycare. not like he was tired or anything- you had never known sun to be tired a day in his life. he just seemed to enjoy being taken care of sometimes. and he definitely needed it.

▸ because of this, sun had become incredibly clingy. when it was time for you to leave, it seemed like the same thing. mentioning that you were just starting to have fun, offering a bunch of activities and things that you could do- and having to practically dodge him as you tried to head for the door all while saying goodbye

▸ he lets you go eventually though. but he definitely waits for you to come back. so the next day, when you did come back, during the after hours of the daycare as per usual, he immediately rushed to you and picked you up. he lifted you and twirled you around before bringing you closer. his face was practically five inches away from yours as he began rambling about how much his missed you

▸ he noticed though, mid-ramble, that there was something different. you were wearing earbuds, plugged into your phone. naturally he set you down and glanced over your shoulder, quick to ask what you were listening to

▸ initially, you took out an earbud and offered it to him. before observing the very Non-Ears that he had on the sides of his head. sun took it in his hand and kinda. placed it on the side of his head where an ear could be. and watched it fall as he let go.

▸ well. it was after hours anyways. you unplugged it quickly to blast your favorite song for him to hear. smiling, you talk a little about the song you're listening to.

▸ he was not expecting this type of music. and from you especially. sun doesn't really get to listen to any other music other than the stuff he hears playing around the pizzaplex

▸ this is his first time listening to this genre. and it's being introduced to him by the softest person he knows. once the song ends he's just kinda ":D" in silence. like he doesn't quite know how to react HWJJDDJSN

▸ he'll let you blast your music when you visit, mainly because he likes seeing you nod your head to the music (or headbang. or scream along. whatever floats ur boat babes!!!!) sun doesn't not appreciate explicit lyrics though, so if a song happens to Not Be Clean he will switch it

▸ he's secretly a little scared of you now. unsuspecting at first, he now definitely thinks that you're tough as hell!!! and very cool!!!!! but he also sometimes wonders if you're just secretly very good at keeping a fiery temper in check.

▸ gonna be real he really can't make out the lyrics. but if you enjoy it, he's not gonna stop you!!! sun tried to scream along once. nearly shattered your eardrums. he was NOT programmed for singing. and definitely not screaming.

▸ well. maybe heavy metal and scream-y emo music isn't for him- or at least his voice box anyways.

▸ bonus thingy: moon thinks your music is. interesting. he will definitely make you to turn it down. when he's finally satisfied with the volume it's barely even a whisper.

#fnaf security breach #security breach headcanons #fnaf security breach headcanons #security breach sundrop #sundrop headcanons #sundrop x reader #sun fnaf #security breach moondrop #moondrop headcanons #moondrop x reader #moon fnaf

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fairyaali · 3 years

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hello love! Can I please request a somewhat spicy sub!chat noir x reader? Maybe where the reader is kinda feeling him up and leaving him hickeys and he’s a purring and moaning mess? Maybe he’s begging her to keep going and who is she to say no to such a sweet baby kitty? If that’s not too much of course😌 tysm

Hello bb ! I hope that this satisfied your sub! Chat needs hehe (i know it satisfied mine so) I really love how this came out and maybe i’m willing on continuing another part from here) Thank you so much for this request ! <3

Pairing: Chat Noir X Reader

Warnings: NSFW, characters are aged up in college here :), swearing.

Tags: Sub!chat, Dry humping, begging.

This is how it all went down. He saved you from an akumatized villain. He flirted. You flirted back. Then you guys started hooking up.

You didn’t understand why Chat Noir would do this with a civilian but like every other person on this planet, he has his needs. He would knock in a pattern on your window so you knew it was him and you would let him in, you’d talk for a bit, ask each other about your day until one of you breaks and pushes the other on the bed or against the wall. He was good in bed. Very good. You knew you’d never grow tired of this affair. To top it all off after you both finished you’d sit in bed and talk about all sorts of things. Aliens, Conspiracy theories about the media, gossip about people and sometimes he’d even play Mario Kart with you.

There were no strings attached. You both made it clear from day one. There couldn’t be. You both didn’t have the time for a relationship, you both didn’t have the energy for one so you simply stuck to the title ‘fuck buddies’ until one of you decides to back out. This night was different though. A smile didn’t appear on your face when you hear the familiar knock on your window because you were stuck cussing at your computer screen and rubbing your head in frustration. You had an essay to explain Shakespeare and his works but for some reason you kept deleting all that you’ve typed because you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

He knocked again, quickly this time. “I know you’re there, beautiful.” His voice was muffled through the glass.

You huffed and put your laptop on the bed before stomping to the window. You opened it and were met by the hero grinning at you. You, on the other hand, didn’t have a pleased look on your face.

“I’m not in the mood Chat.” You state and were about to close the window again but he held it to stop you from closing it.

“Ma Belle, did I do something wrong?” He asks, a frown on his face.

You shake your head. “No, I just have this stupid essay that I’ve been trying to type out for the past four hours.” You sigh and make your way back to your bed, rubbing your temples.

He follows you inside and closes the window behind him.

“Maybe I can ease your stress for a little bit.” He says, a smirk on his face.

You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles nervously, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay. No sex. Got it.” He sits beside you and looks at what you’re typing.

“You know you can leave right? If you’re horny you can go to your other side bitches.” You say as you type away, your eyes glued onto your screen.

Chat purses his lips, like he held himself back from saying something and shook his head.

“Maybe I came here for some company.” He says.

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah right.” You say sarcastically and look at him, but he wasn’t smiling. You gulp and your smile fades away. Did he seriously come over because he feels lonely?

His face was leaning closer to your and you were leaning closer too. No. You had to finish this stupid essay.

“Stop distracting me kitty.” You whisper and kiss his nose quickly before looking back at the screen.

He groans and falls back on the bed, playing with the pillow.

“I can help you if you’re writing about Shakespear, I wro-“ He stops himself from talking and you turn around, quirking your eyebrow at him.

“You wrote an essay like this?” you questioned.

He visibly gulps and shakes his head.

“Do you go to college?” You question further.

He chuckles nervously. “You know I can’t tell you that mon ange.”

You stare at him for a moment before looking back at your screen. You decided not to pry further, he seemed uncomfortable talking about his personal life and you decided to respect his wishes.

Your phone started to ring and you see that it’s your friend from college Marinette. You pick it up.

“Hey Mari.” You say as you type.

“The deadline has been changed to next week!” She exclaims happily.

You were filled with rage.

“what?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah apparently some students asked to change it because they were having difficulties so he changed it to next week instead of tomorrow morning.”

“I literally asked him to extend the deadline three days ago and he refused. I swear to god I want to kill this son of a bitch” You groan and clutch your fist in anger.

She sighs, “I know girl, but hey at least you’ve got more time on your hands!”

Marinette always tried to be positive when she could and you appreciated that but honestly you needed to vent. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know Mari.”

“No problem! Bonne nuit.”

“Bonne nuit.” You sigh out before you end the call.

You groan out in frustration and shut your laptop.

“What happened?” Chat asks.

You get out of your bed and start to pace around.

“I have been working on this essay for the past four days, knowing very well how stupid it was that the deadline was only five days for a two thousand word essay on fucking Shakespeare and when I ask to extend the deadline, the son of a bitch replies with an angry email saying theres enough time and that im just lazy.” You finally breathe and chat was about to say something but you cut him off.

“But when his privileged French pupil ask him to extend the deadline of course he agrees and you know what, I think it was Adrien fucking Agreste who asked him because hes the fucking pretty model boy who has everybody on their knees for him just because of his high status.” You sit down and without realising you start talking about a different subject.

“Yeah, I get it, everybody wants to fuck the pretty blond guy with money, I would too but at least I don’t look like a thirsty bitch every time he talks to me, some girls in my damn college have literally no chill and I swear to god one day I want to make him my bitch, make him weak for me to show those bitches what i’m capable of.” You were breathing heavily at this point and your face was flushed red.

You always thought Adrien was attractive, everyone did but whenever he talked to you, you responded normally to him unlike other people who constantly laughed at everything he said to try and get in his pants. He was a good guy but he was too well known for his own good and it made you uninterested in him. You thought he was out of your league, that’s what those french bitches told you at least. They belittled you just because you’re foreign - you knew they were just jealous that Adrien was always the one to come up to talk to you unlike them.

That was enough ranting for now. You look at Chat who was staring at you wide eyed, his cheeks glowing red.

“You don’t need to say anything, it’s just-“ You look down at his body and notice something. “Chat..why are you hard?”

He crosses his legs over the other awkwardly to try and hide it. “W-What are you talking about?”

You stand up and walk over to him and he walks back until he’s pressed against the wall.

“What? You get hard thinking about me making someone weak?” You whisper to him and he looks away from you. “You want me to do the same to you kitty?” You kiss his ear and he shudders, nodding slowly. Your hand moves down from his chest to his belly and your lips move from his ear to his jaw. Chat tilts his head back and a frenzy of purrs emerge from his parted lips. He was aroused, in a state of euphoria even with your small, light touches. Your hand moved lower until it reached down to the tent he had in his suit. It was painfully tight for him. Your fingertips lightly brushed over the bulge and he cussed under his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered while you continued to touch his clothed erection and lick up his neck. He kept purring and moaning at the same time. You loved seeing him worked up like this. Your lips latched on to a certain spot on his neck and you sucked on it harshly, nibbling at it when you got the chance and putting more pressure with your hand against him.

He was a mess, grinding against your hand and breathing heavily.

“Ma Belle – merde,” he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “I want more, please.” He begs and you look up at him, noticing the red mark on his neck and feeling very pleased with yourself.

“More what, kitty?” You whisper and remove your hand from where it was.

He groans in frustration.

“More – I-I want you to touch me more.” He pleads. “Please.”

You smirk at him and pull him to your bed, pushing him back on the bed and getting on his lap. Before he could react you put your lips on his and start to grind on top of him.

He moans against your lips and throws his head back, holding onto your hips for support. You could tell that he wanted to take his clothes off but you wanted him to come right then and there.

Your hips move against his, the friction pleasing you the same, causing you to moan but grin at the worked up blond beneath you.

“Shit, shit I’m close.” He whimpers and closes his eyes, moving his own hips with yours to get more pleasure.

It felt so good but you knew you couldn’t finish with him, maybe you could continue after but your hopes disappeared when you heard the beeping coming from his ring.

“Mon Ange I-“

“Shut up and come for me kitty.” You groan out and quicken your movements causing him to part his lips and hold onto you.

His body shakes and he spews out cuss words in French while he comes undone, thrusting his hips up and whimpering.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other both dazed and tired. You were about to lean in for another kiss but his ring starts beeping furiously.

You hop off of his lap and watch as he groans while he gets up, uncomfortably moving because of the mess he made between his legs.

“I’m sorry I cant finish you off.” He says, pouting at you.

“It’s okay Chat, I think you’ve done enough today.” You wink at him and he chuckles bashfully.

“Until next time Mon ange!” He says and opens the window.

“Bye Kitty.” You blow him a kiss and with that he’s off.

Maybe you could actually finish yourself off to the thought of him being a mess for you but before you could even do anything, your phone beeps and you see a notification from Adrien Agreste.

“Did you hear that they moved the deadline for the Shakespeare essay? Pissed me off tbh.”

It was like he knew you accused him of something and to top it all off this was the first time he’s ever really texted you. It was weird but maybe you shouldn’t think much of it. Right?

#chat noir #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste #mlb #adrien x reader #miraculous ladybug

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mellohidisc · 3 years

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╰ ☆ ╮ 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 - window climber ✰⋆

1.1k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦." // "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘺."

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: quackity x reader, waitress!yn

the light from the streetlamps leaked into the diner, casting a stream of light over one of the booths, dust floating in it just visible enough to see from where you were sitting. its not any high-class establishment of course, but you couldn't deny the tip money from those misogynistic old men wasn't good sometimes. you sighed in relief, placing down the last set of silverware you had to roll and slumped down, sinking into the booth. you threw your head back onto the seat, shutting your eyes tightly.

you've been at work since 8am and it was now midnight, every bone in your body ached. usually your shifts were normal, around six or maybe eight hours but never this long. you couldn't blame your managers, you guys were shorthanded and you were the only one with enough free time to do it but damn were you exhausted. you gathered the will to get up out of the booth and to carry the basket of silverware back to the kitchen. you placed it upon the counter and felt a spark of joy light up inside you. you could finally go home. you grabbed your keys and sweater, pulling it over yourself and headed towards the restaurant doors turning off all the lights on your way out. walking out, you made sure to lock up the doors so your managers would not crucify you.

you shut your car door, rather harshly. you felt the pain in your back ease from sitting down yet again. your phone screen light up brightly in the dark car, and you glanced over at the screen quickly white turning the car key.

[12:10am] alex <3

you smiled at yourself but decided that he could wait till you got home since you were relatively tired and just wanted to be able to lay down in your own bed. you shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking space. you always loved the aesthetic of driving at night, going fast and blaring music passing each and every streetlamp on your way home. it was comforting, a little escape from the world for only a moment.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

with your phone flashlight in hand, you unlocked the front door of your apartment. placing your sweater onto the rack and your keys alongside it, you walked your way into the kitchen opening the fridge. you grabbed a monster and a bag of carrots, making you scrunch your noise.

"damn, i have to go grocery shopping."

closing the fridge door, you tiredly made your way down the hallway to your bedroom where you say...a light peeking through the bottom of the door. you frowed your brows, "what the fuck?" you began to think. placing your hand on the door handle, you opened the door slowly and was hit with a wave of relief. it was just your computer; you must have not turned it off before you left but you could have sworn you did but honestly at this point the mornings seem to blend. You shut the door with your foot, placed your drink down on your beside table, and proceeded to head to your dresser to pull out a large shirt. You decided that you would just take a shower in the morning, you could not be bothered to stand any longer. Quickly, you change out of your work clothes and into the shirt, and shuffled your self under the bed covers. You took a large gulp of your drink, feeling slightly more awake. It was most definitely because of the placebo effect but you didn’t care, you just wanted to stay awake a little bit longer so you could talk to Alex. You unlocked your phone, immediately heading to messages.

[12:10am] alex <3 : mi princesa, are you off of work yet?

[12:15am] alex <3 : y/n? hellooo

[12:16am] alex <3 : okay well if one of your neighbors call the cops on me im making sure they lock you up first.

You giggled at your phone, shaking your head at his dramatic self. Mi princesa…its silly how a little pet name like that can make your stomach turn. You began to type, but jumped at the noise of something hitting your window. Okay now what the actual fuck?

[12:30am] y/n : okay what the fuck is that you alex?

Thud.

[12:30am] y/n: alex stop fucking around it isn’t funny.

Thud. Thud.

Jesus fucking christ. You pulled the covers off of yourself, stomping heavily over the to your bedroom window, yanking the curtains aside. You get yourself ready to scream and yell, until you see a dimwit with a smiling grin and beanie. All the tension left your body, seeing Alex start to burst into laughter, holding himself up on the railing of the fire escape. Shaking your head, you unlocked the bedroom window, pulling it up enough in order to let Alex climb in.

“Cariña, did I scare you?” He says half sincere, the laughter building up in the back of his throat.

You groaned, closing the window door and locking it once again.

“You have to stop breaking into my house.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you gave me a key.”

You know he’s right, but he’s not allowed to be right.

“Or you could have knocked on the front door like a normal person.” You point out, climbing back into bed facing away from him. You felt the bed dip beside you, and of course you couldn’t help but smile.

“but its more fun to come through the window, its like im in the the cartel or something.”

“how does that even make sense?”

“it just does what do you mean? You mean you super macho boyfriend couldn’t make it in the cartel?”

You scoffed at his remark and shook your head no.

“Whatever you’re just a hater mi amor, come here so I can hold you.” He says softly, placing his hand on your arm. You groan in discomfort.

“God no. I smell gross.”

I could just feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He pulled me down onto my back so he could look at me.

“Do you think I really care?’ he says sternly, laying himself down.

“Now come here please. I’ve missed you.”

You knew there was no fighting it. You shuffled yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other petted your hair, playing with it. He placed a small kiss upon the top of your head.

You could just feel your heart melt.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fic #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity fluff #quackity imagines #quackity x y/n #mcyt fluff #mcyt imagine

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love.

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off.

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen.

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you.

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep.

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress.

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you.

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex.

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with.

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones.

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal.

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress. “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum.

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it.

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #tw: somnophilia #bbs kinktober 2020

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levantea · 2 years

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Day 10 | hyunjin *ೃ༄

╰┈➤ 14 ways to say”i love you” series

Pairing: hyunjin x y/n

Genre: fluff, est rs

Rating: PG

Warning: none

Word Count: 1.23k

⇢ ˗ˏˋ prompts: 16 — “it’s okay, i can’t sleep anyway” + 75 — “i was just thinking about you” + 81 — “sweet dreams” + 92 — “(all) i want (is) you to be happy”

Flip, flip, flip.

“12am,” you groaned as you saw the time flashing from your phone. Flipping for the past 1 hour on your bed, you still couldn’t fall asleep as your brain has been bugged by what your best friend said earlier in the day.

You thought your best friend wasn’t someone like this, until you overheard her conversation with another friend of yours, about how salty she is because you get to date Hyunjin while she don’t. You convinced yourself that she was just joking until she said that her motive of getting closer to you was to get Hyunjin.

Hyunjin and you have been childhood friends since a toddler as both parents are great friends back in high school, and they even joked about arranging both of you to get married. Somehow, both of you ended up really dating because of genuinely liking each other.

You get to know this best friend when you entered high school, and gotten much closer after introducing Hyunjin to her. Being oblivious to her intention initially, you always dragged her along when hanging out with Hyunjin until he told you that this best friend isn’t a keeper.

There were times when you argued with him because you thought she wasn’t someone like that until you really heard her saying your bad words to others. You started doubting her few weeks back, as you saw how she tried to initiate physical contact with your boyfriend.

“Why would she date Hyunjin at the first place?! Just because they are childhood friends?”

“I feel Hyunjin deserve so much better than her?! Like i don’t know what’s so good about her though”

“I mean… i got close to her because i wanted to grab a chance to see if i would be with him but how would i know he stick by her so much…”

“Shouldn’t have wasted so much time on her to be honest”

“I won’t give up, i will let her know who is the person who deserve to stand with him”

“I won’t give up,” you scoffed at your ‘best friend’s confidence overload when she said that to the other friend.

Even though you have plenty of faith in the relationship, you still feel insecure because you can’t predict what is the next tactic she would use on you to get him. There are so many voices in your head and you are getting more frustrated and disappointed at your best friend and the connection you have with her.

To break a friendship or any relationship isn’t as easy as you thought.

Ting.

“Babe, are you asleep?” the message read. You strongly suspect your boyfriend has telepathy skills because he always manages to talk to you when you are mind boggling.

“No i’m not, whyy?” you replied.

“Wanna call? I just ended work,” he sent with a cute emoji, somehow easing your frustations.

“Yeap sure” you swiftly typed in the chatbox and pressed the phone button, latter picking up the call almost instantly.

“Babe, are you sure i’m not disturbing you? We can talk tomorrow as well,” he spoke with tiredness in his tone, while background still having his friends chatting.

“It’s okay, i can’t sleep anyway, i can talk to you while you are on the way home,” you sighed while sitting up from the bed, adjusting the pillows behind your back.

“Why? What happened? Care to share?” he probed while he bid goodbye to his friends, focusing back on the call.

“I was just thinking about you…and her,” you are hesitant to spill the story as it was complicated, and you wouldn’t want to rant to him at such late night when he is exhausted too.

“Oh… her? What about her? If you can share with me, im here to listen babe, im not tired,” he reassured you while you feel warm in your heart by his response. No matter how tired he is, he will always be there to listen to you 24/7 and making sure you feel better before moving on with life.

“Hais, what happened was…” you started to share about the whole scene you saw today and whatever you have heard, getting assurance from the latter on the other side as he silently listen until you end your story. You also talked about how the insecurities are rising, not knowing that you are crying until you felt droplets on your hand.

“Babe, i can understand where you are coming from and i told you before right? She isn’t as simple as we thought and i am right… that’s okay at least that teaches you to not trust people so easily and now what we have to do is to distant while not making things ugly…” he continued with his advices and you feel so much better after letting it out to someone who can help you out.

“Babe, i don’t care about what others think or do, all i want is you to be happy. I know life has been really tough on you and i can’t help you elevate more than listening and giving you my shoulders to lean on, but we can eliminate those people who are bad us…so don’t worry about that okay we are facing it together,” he cooed you from the other end of the phone, while you are sobbing silently in your sheets.

“Thanks Hyun, you are the best as ever,” you spoke from the bottom of your heart and caused the latter to chuckle from the other side, comforting you.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked gently while unlocking the doors of his house. After hitting 16, he had no choice but to move away because his father had to move to other area and the office is closer. Despite that, it doesn’t affect your relationship with him as both often call when you guys are free.

“Yes sir, thank you for your TED talk,” you giggled to yourself at how bothered you are with that issue until you talked to him, washing all your worries away and sleepiness starts to kick in.

“Are you sleepy now hun? Do you want to sleep first?” the latter asked in an extremely soft yet still audible tone, as he don’t wish to wake his parents up while creeping into his room. “I can wait for you after you shower and wash up, go go,” you felt bad for letting him listen to all the rants and going to sleep while he had a long and tiring day, so you decided to stay up a little while more until he goes to bed.

“Okie, will be right back,” he quickly run into the bathroom and get himself ready for bed, while your eyes are closing from time to time and falling asleep, until your subconciousness pull you awake again.

However, he took longer than you expected and you ended up drifting into your dreams while he is back.

“Hun? Still there?”

No response.

“Hun?”

Still no response.

Hyunjin chuckled lightly at his girlfriend who has ‘broken’ her promise, placing the phone gently on the bedside table, to accompany her virtually. It isn’t the first time this happened but he feels at ease when you are finally able to sleep.

“Sweet dreams my dear,” he whispered to his lover even knowing she won’t respond, as it’s a habit that he has it daily without fail.

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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"𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎."

࿐ character(s): Kuroo Tetsurou, Daichi Sawamura, Suna Rintarou

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: N/A

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ ‘some tiny and cute things i think the boys do that i find very intimate’n’sweet.’

A/N: more self-indulgent things bc i can <3.

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘:

❀ i can find this man to be very affectionate and even clingy when it comes to you, even if you are out in public, but he’s not too clingy in public but definitely behind walls and in a comfortable space.

❀ he loves, loves to kiss, no matter if its receiving or giving- the kisses can last a quick second or a long moment, there really is no inbetween.

❀ quick kisses often consist of him softly kissing your forehead, cheek, all-over your face, lips, and even hands.

❀ whenever you both cuddle and are comfortable, he sometimes will grab your hands and kiss your palm, even knuckles as his amber eyes look up at you from his position. a sly but dorky smile creeping on his face.

❀ removing your hands from his grasp you hide your face with your hands, completely flustered and caught off guard. the chuckle of Tetsurou's laugh leaving his lips before he peppers your hands with kisses, eventually removing your hands and peppering your face. earning soft giggles and laughs between you both.

❀ after long, exhausting days of work he loves to come home to you. of course he does, he looks forward to the cuddles and nice ‘welcome home’ greeting him at the door as you softly peck his cheek. his face flushing up lightly.

❀ but besides the most soft quick kisses, the long passionate ones are far different.

❀ tiring days are when he’s most desperate, yearning affection from his boyfriend who’s already at home. as soon as his eyes sees you once he enters the shared home, he rushes over towards your figure. always hugging from behind before making you face him, smashing his lips on yours.

❀ it was affectionate and rushed before it gradually eased down into softer movements, as it does you can feel the soft smile he makes during the kiss. he really missed you.

❀ im sorry- that these are just him kissing you- but he would never slip up the chance to kiss your handsome, beautiful, cute face. istg. he wont.

❀ this man will chase after your lips once you pull away too-

❀ anyways- its not just him kissing you all the time,, mostly. but he will hug you from behind. quite often! its a common thing in public actually...

❀ i kinda see him as the type to watch you from the doorway as you obliviously do something. not noticing the bed-head male in your peripheral vision.

❀ this often opens a chance for him to sneak a hug from behind and/or a kiss on your head. easily making you startled and maybe- screaming- if possible.

❀ hearing his dumbass laugh as his grip tightened around your torso, staying there watching you slowly continue your work. knowing you’re- maybe- a little angry at him from the scare, but he definitely know you’ll warm up quickly. you always do.

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒:

❀ i really need to write more this man, bc oh i so so so adore his ass so much. he gives off such a comfy and safe vibe to me i’d give my life to him.

❀ I- aNYwAYS-

❀ he would hug you a lot. so much. and it feels for secured n safe, its a haven in between his arms. even comfortable too from the warmth he radiates, cuddles with him doesn’t often need too much blankets knowing Sawamura can be a heater by himself.

❀ man just gives the biggest, warmest hugs.

❀ he doesn’t mind hugging you, holding a hand, or linking arms to make you feel his warmth when cold. he actually likes it but won’t bluntly say it unless he wants to tease you.

❀ and oh yeah, he keeps the things like those to himself until he uses it as a teasing weapon. smiling to himself as he stares at your flustered expression that stared back at him, your eyes averting and face quickly hidden in embarrassment.

❀ kisses aren’t too common unlike Tetsurou, but he will do them behind walls. just soft pecks on your face whenever he feels affection and giddy or really whenever he misses you-

❀ cuddles with him are sometimes giggly! just relaxing against each other as you both talk about silly things and hectic things that happened in your day or past, laughing at each others stories.

❀ hearing one another’s hearty genuine laughs never fails to awestruck the other in the heart, but it easily plays off from the unwavering laughter you both have. only to cuddle into each others body once more.

❀ seeing him win any games with his team, and he sees your figure rushing off towards him. Sawamura will not hesitate to lift you up as he hugs you, feeling your feet above the flat surface you slightly panic but peering down at your boyfriend’s face instantly removes the anxious feeling at the genuine happy expression he has.

❀ sometimes he’ll twirl you around in his arms lightly before settling you back down with a nervous laugh, embarrassed he just- did that- but he brushes it off really quickly unless his teammates nag him about it.

❀ honestly the man to encourage his s/o whenever they are down, using words or even reassuring actions somehow boosts the mood (or at least eases the tension down.)

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊:

❀ kinda- kinda see him as a cuddle bug. i genuinely do.

❀ he would never refuse a cuddle-session that includes you in it,, and will d r o p everything he’s doing just to cuddle with you, seriously. he’ll use it as a excuse to avoid doing work sometimes- but you’ll scold him about it later.

❀ big spoon him and he’ll love it, every moment of it. he feels nice and comfy in this position often.

❀ whenever cuddling he will give you little pats and messes with your hair if you let him, and the occasion soft pecks on your face. usually your cheek, nose, or forehead.

❀ sometimes will squish your face with his hands, he often doesn’t do so because of how calloused and rough his hands can be because of practice and being a middleblocker. so he’s conscious about it with you, but the reassurance you give relieves him.

❀ during cuddle sessions, Rintarou would definitely show you things on his phone he’d think you like. knowing your interests rather well from listening and remembering conversations you’ve had.

❀ speaking of him remembering things, he keeps mental notes on passionate subjects or things you like. and sometimes will surprise you about it with an accumulated gift or item.

❀ Rintarou is really supportive of whatever you are passionate about or into, will literally slander who discourages or fucks with you. and he won’t hesistate, you are his king, prince, emperor- his everything. he’s not gonna hold back on that poor person who makes you feel bad.

❀ whenever he sees you cry, he’s the type to instinctively wipe away the tears. his thumb brushing your cheek and below your eyes as the tears flow, watching you let it out before embracing you into a hug. muttering soft reassurances and patting your back before you ease down.

❀ and thats when he cues his dumb jokes and sayings to you, using it to hear that soft laugh erupting from your chest.

❀ during games his eyes would drift towards the crowd just to find you. Kita and/or ‘Tsumu would bark at him about it, wanting to get his attention during the game-

❀ he’d share videos everytime the miya twins do stupid shit and have crazy antics, whether that’s sending you a video or a photo with a dumbass caption. hoping to make you laugh from it on the other screen.

#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #daichi sawamura x male reader #suna rintarou x male reader #kuroo x male reader #daichi x male reader #suna x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #suna rintarou x reader #kuroo hcs #daichi hcs #suna hcs #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #x male reader #x reader

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