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[scorpioracha]

Dating Yoongi

We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment

Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.

It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.

Full wipeout.

Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.

Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.

“...chana?”

“Huh?”you said in a daze. 

“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.

“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”

You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.

“Bae juice”

He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”

He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.

“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.

And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?

You fucking c o n s u m e it.

And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.

You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back’ kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.

“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized 

Oh yeah, and your pining. 

Couldn’t forget about your pining.

You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.

Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.

“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”

“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.

Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.

 Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.

It was months before you had seen him again. 

Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.

It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle. 

Blame it on the wind.

What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering. 

You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning 

“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”

The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way. 

That mumble…

“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.

“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.

"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.

“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.

“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even. 

“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”

You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.

“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”

Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.

It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.

You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.

Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.

Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.

you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’ 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.

Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.

“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.

“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”

You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.

“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.

“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.

“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”

The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.

“No reason,”he said plainly.

Your eyes narrowed.

“So you have been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.

“I was trying to give you space”

“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.

“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”

“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.

Huh.

“Huh?!”You shrieked. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”

“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.

“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”

“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”

Huh.

“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.

“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”

“Hey-”

“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.

“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said. 

“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”

“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.

“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.

“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.

“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to be sick.

“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?

“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.

“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”

“You love me?”you whispered. 

“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”

“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.

“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.

“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.

“We’re both idiots”

Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.

In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music. 

Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air

Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it

Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all

But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make. 

There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.

What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either. 

Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.

You still hold this over his head to this date.

So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.

Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀

“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”

“No”

Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.

Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.

Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public. 

He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.

 So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.

And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.

Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨

Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)

When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.

Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.

You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love

You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible 

NSFW

Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S

Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.

 But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex

He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.

He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.

It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp

Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.

Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.

He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.

Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.

He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️

Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.

He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.

All in all Yoongi is the best boy.

[jvnluvr]

“you’re warm, c’mere.” — blue lock boys ♡

when the blue lock boys take care of you when you’re sick.

ft. sae, kaiser, rin & isagi x f!reader

author’s note: OH MY LORD I FINALLY FINISHED THIS ! i‘m writing this while i’m in immense pain so this idea came through !! we went from like 400 to 700 in two weeks so one omfg how?? and second of all thank u all i love u sm from the bottom of my heart ♡ i'm still working on requests sadly,, hopefully i can finish them soon and i'm also thinking of releasing a fic,, but anyways enjoy the fluff ♡

itoshi sae:

to be honest, if you were in the decline of becoming more and more sick, sae wouldn’t be able to notice. he was just away from your house too much to be able to see your health slowly going down the drain. so the day you are physically unable to get out of bed, is coincidentally the same day sae’s practice runs extremely late. he’s almost jogging home, not wanting to worry you.

but when he opens the door to your shared home, he’s confused when all the light are still off, and everything seems untouched. “[name]? where are you?” and still, there was no response. his first instinct is to check your bedroom, because maybe you had just fallen asleep early this time around. so when sae slowly opens the door and sees you sitting there, eyes barely open and dark, hair disheveled and drinking water out of a tiny cup, his heart cracks.

“sweetheart,, what happened?” he closes the door behind him, going across to sit next to you. sae pats your hair down, giving you a hug so you can sniffle in his chest. “mm, think i came down a fever or somethin’, it was really bad when i woke up today. but you left early.” sae quite genuinely felt bad for not noticing, what kind of boyfriend doesn't realize? all while he's mentally shaming himself, you let out a loud (but still cute) sneeze, catching him out of his thoughts.

"sorry.. was practice okay?" you murmured, pulling the blanket back onto your now half warm body. he leans over you as you’re now tucked back into bed, looking at the way your cheeks are clearly flushed red and the faintest difference in the way you’re breathing, struggling. sae feels even worse looking at you now, so he finally realizes that he should do whatever he can to help you feel comfortable.

he removes his jacket, setting it on the bed as he goes out to the kitchen to make you some of your favourite food, not forgetting to bring the medicine that for some reason is all the way at the end of the cupboard. he sets it down all on a little tray, carefully walking towards your room once again where sae still sees you laying down in the same position from when he left the room.

"hmhmmm, mi amor, time to eat." sae hums at you, continuing the soft melody as puts the tray on the nightstand next to your bed, once again leaning over you; but this time he takes the cover off of you slowly, giving a soft smile towards your face as he sees how peaceful you look. “he estado pensando en ti.” (i’ve been thinking about you.) in his head, he thinks it’s stupid, the fact that he’s confessing what’s he’s felt to your unconscious self.

maybe it’s just an subconscious choice he always had in him, but something special about itoshi sae was confessing his love to you when you couldn’t hear him. maybe because he didn’t want to be embarrassed, or it was much easier like this. nonetheless, he doesn’t mind showing you affection in moments like these when you really need him.

his eyes widen in surprise when you turn around with a smile on your face, slowly opening your eyes and propping yourself up on your elbows. “pienso en ti también.” you giggled, still feeling the hoarseness in your throat. a visible dust of red scatters across his cheeks as his eyes gaze away, still gently rubbing your hair as he encourages you to eat what he made you. “i love you, okay? now please eat instead of staying under those covers all day.” sae lightly smiles.

michael kaiser:

like sae, kaiser is also way too busy with matches during the neo egoist league, so he’s barely home. he’s up at dawn and comes back way after you’ve fallen asleep. he tries to text you every now and then, also checking on you when he comes home before he goes to sleep beside you. but perhaps he had gotten so busy that he forgot to check on you the past couple of days, and that’s when your fever erupted.

you and kaiser can both be a little.. silly at times. how does this come into your being sick? well one day when kaiser comes home, expecting to maybe see you passed out on the couch or being welcome by a dark home, he sees you lying flat on the floor. at first he laughs at you, thinking this must be some kind of dumb prank you wanted to pull on him, but once you start whimpering in pain, he’s immediately at your side.

“okay my love, why the hell are you on the ground and what’s going on?” he’s sitting in front of you, trying to put his arms under your shoulders as he lifts you up to sit in front of him. oh, it all hits kaiser like a truck once he realizes. how could he not? your face is red, eyes are swollen, and you can barely even sit up on your own. you probably would have collapsed right back into the same spot if it weren’t for him holding you up.

“everything… hurts..” you’re barely able to sigh out. your head falls down, and kaiser swears his heart is aching at the sight. he’s already lifting you up into his arms and taking you to your room, where he lets you lie down for a bit while he almost sprints into the washroom to start a bath for you. if anything, he wants you to be relaxed right now.

“michael..” your voice is hoarse as you call out to him, kind of in a daze as you try and get up. he comes back out, reassuring that he hasn’t left your side. “i’m right here, baby. started something for ya.” he puts your arm around his shoulder as he helps you walk a couple of steps to the bathroom.

kaiser only really bothers to take off your shirt because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable having to take off everything. he helps you sit down in the tub, and he joins you as well, sitting right across from you. he made sure to put some nice smelling soap to help you relax while extending his arms to rub some on your face.

“why didn’t you tell me you were falling ill, liebe?” he questions, not really expecting you to answer because he knew you were tired. “mm? didn’t wanna worry you ‘cause you’ve been so busy..” you reply, keeping your eyes closed. “you know i would drop practice to take care of you, right?” he explains, and internally you were well aware of it. it just didn’t stop you from not wanting kaiser to worry about it. so you let out a little hum in acknowledgement.

“i know what you’re thinking, but too bad. i’m staying at home with you now until you’re all better again.” he retorts, and you know he’s being more than just serious when he says that. “mikka, really? you don’t have to.” you quietly murmur, moving your hands up from the water. “yeah, says the one who was face flat on the floor when i walked in. you almost gave me a heart attack!” you let out a tiny giggle from that, not really remembering how you got there. “my turn to take care of you.” kaiser finally says, holding your hand in his as he has plans to pamper you to the fullest.

itoshi rin:

it’s when rin walked into your shared apartment when he saw you sprawled out across the couch. clearly, you weren’t okay, so his eyebrows furrowed deeply seeing you in such a condition. he walked over to you, looming over your frail figure as a pained reflection fills his eyes.

“rin..? why are you standing over me like that..?” you asked in a shocked but still quiet voice. as you tried to push yourself up with your elbows, rin crouched down as he pushed you back onto the couch gently.

“y’know as much as i love you, and i’m saying this in the nicest context possible, but you look like shit.”

your eyes widen for a second, but then you start to let a laugh out until you’re profusely coughing, causing rin to pick you up and sit you in his lap facing him. “i’m gonna get you sick rin, let me get off..” you try and get away from him; you really do. but he’s just as, if not more stubborn than you are, keeping his hands firmly planted on your waist.

he puts his hand on your forehead, his eyes showcasing more worry than before. “quit jumping, you’re burning up a lot. when did this even start?” you glance away, not wanting to tell him the truth, but rin is quick to catch on to even the most subtle of moves. so he grabs your chin to turn you back to him, looking for an answer in you eyes.

"you better tell me." he warns, brushing your hair out of your face, softly caressing your cheek right after that, urging you to give him an honest answer. “seriously, what’s gotten into you…” you blush away at his affection. usually he doesn’t pry you this much for information, no matter what has happened. but the way his eyes gaze all over, you can tell he’s genuinely worried. rin would be terrified if something bad had happened to you.

“okay, just c’mere please.” you’re already quite close to him, but you know he means to let him envelop his arms around you as you both lie down on the couch again. however this time, he’s there to make sure you can sleep peacefully; with no distractions and that if something does happen or if there’s something you need, rin is able to do it for you.

so as soon as he hears your light little snores as you quietly shuffle in his arms to get comfortable, he slowly releases his grip from you and gives you more space on the couch. really, he does wish that he could just hold you in his arms forever, (not that he would voice that want out loud, ever.) but he wanted to help around the house and get you some medicine, food and set up stuff to raise your spirits.

getting the medicine is easy, plus rin learned how to cook at a young age. he just.. didn’t really know what to do to help you feel emotionally better about this whole sick thing. he’s thinking about while he stands over the stove, slowing zoning out trying to think of something. but as quick as he was to zone out, was snapped back into reality when he heard your very obvious, groggy voice calling out his name.

“rin.. what are you doing..? why’d you leave..?” he kind of panicked at that moment, he wanted anything but for you to wake up and see what he was doing. “just uh.. was making some food for you.” he curtly said, lowkey embarrassed that you saw him doing something so… romantic for you.

“aww, you’re so cu-” you really wanted to finish that sentence, too bad your cough beat you to it, knocking the air out of your lungs and you held onto the counter for dear life. of course, rin was right next to you in an instant, rubbing soft circles around your back, then getting you a glass of water as you calmed down. as you drank from the glass, taking a deep breath in, you couldn’t help but notice rin staring at you with a soft smile. “yeah, you are cute, even when you’re sick.”

isagi yoichi:

isagi like goes through an entire (kinda overdramatic) monologue in his head when you fall to the common cold. it’s hard to explain, but unlike sae and kaiser, isagi notices quick. he doesn’t like spending time away from you, so he mostly comes home on time. he honestly finds it really adorable when your always sitting on a chair near the entrance and waiting to welcome him home.

until one day that just.. doesn’t happen. he’s confused to say the least, but then when he sees you come out of your shared room, a small blanket wrapped around you as you sniffle, he realizes what’s going on. so he drops his stuff into he ground and quickly goes over to you go wrap you in a tight hug.

“welcome back..” you say while letting out a cough into his shoulder. “what happened, [name]?” isagi whispered in your ear, rubbing his hand over your hair as you both rocked back and forth from time to time. “i think i’m sick, ‘ichi… i woke up today and my stomach was hurting really bad..” you murmured back as a response.

“aw, poor baby, must have been bad while i was gone, yeah?” usually this would sound like some sort of mocking, but he does it because isagi feels the need to protect you, and he likes talking to you like that sometimes. he thinks you deserve the princess treatment and he’ll indulge you. you more than just like it, and you’ll become a lot more clingier once he starts to speak to you in that tone. (maybe that’s why he does it so often) 

isagi lifts you up, letting you cling onto him like a koala bear as he takes you to couch nearby, letting your blanket fall to the ground. “my blanket, yoichi..” you complain, losing the only source of body heat you had. “silly, i’m here now, i’ll give you what you need.” your face turns red at that, cause he’s just so sweet. “aww, she’s blushing. how cute.” you put a hand to his mouth to shut him up, not having the energy to talk.

he grabs your wrist to pull your hand away from his face, before giving it a little kiss and wrapping his arms around you again. he’ll stay close to you all he likes, isagi could care less about getting sick. if it means staying at home with you, right? “hurts here, right?” placing a hand on your stomach, he soothingly rubs small circles trying to ease the tension. “i hope this helps, even a little.. hm.. did you have medicine, cutie?” he asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your neck and leaning his head forward.

“mhm, was too lazy to get out of bed.” you answer, leaning into him at the feeling. it was much more relaxing than having to toss and turn in your bed. he lets you go for a second, sprints to the kitchen to find the medicine and runs back, almost tripping over the blanket you dropped earlier. “be careful, ‘ichi! if you’re gonna get hurt, who’s gonna take care of me?” you pout at him, clearly enjoying the time you’ve spent together since isagi’s come home.

he smiles at you because he just couldn’t help but think how adorable you are, even when you’re sick. he brings you into his arms again, lying down with you. “don’t worry, princess. i’ll stay here as long as you want to take care of you.” he presses a kiss against your forehead, letting you slowly drift off to sleep.



[bombuni]

Hii I hope ur doing well!!

Thoughts on overstimming puppy yuyu? Maybe making him fuck u after too now that he’s all sensitive hehe 💞

contains: nsfw, puppy!sub!yunho, overstim, fem!soft dom!reader

minors dni

Omggg hehe overstimming with puppy Yunho would go one of two ways:

a.) He’s so eager at the thought of fucking you, getting excited and leaking pre-cum already with you just tugging on his floppy ears. But the second his tip slides in, he’s thrusting deep into you and spilling inside. He’s so embarrassed with his blushy face and sad ears, but he can’t help himself because you were just made for him to breed you!! So instead of sulking for cumming too fast, he keeps fucking you even tho he’s shaking on top of you and whining so loud the neighbors will hear. He keeps telling you it’s for you, to make you happy with his pups, but he just really doesn’t wanna leave your pussy until it’s full to the brim. He’s not stopping until you’re both whiny, sloppy, sweaty messes.

Or b.) He’s been naughty :( you’ve been ignoring him for work and most of the time it feels like he needs you to just survive, so he’s a little snappy with you when you give him attention again. Of course, he immediately apologizes when you’re taken aback (because he can’t handle seeing a frown on your face for even a second). However, he knows when he’s naughty he’s going to be punished so he totally did that on purpose!!! It shows when his tail is wagging full speed as you sit him down on the couch and take his sweats off. Yun’s so happy that you’re finally here with him and giving him your full, undivided attention after a week of no cuddles or kisses. However, he forgets that this is a punishment.

You gently pull his cute dick out of his briefs, Yunho already whining under you. “Hush, baby,” you mutter. He grumbles in return, but listens. You use the droplets of cum already forming on his cockhead to stroke him, watching him fall apart slowly. He’s a panting mess already, letting out a pornographic moan when your other hand comes up to stroke his tail. “Puppyyy, I’m gonna-“ His hips buck one final time, and before he can even finish his sentence you take your hand away. He opens his teary eyes, “But-“

“This is a punishment, remember? I’m not gonna let you come until you’ve learned your lesson,” You so want to kiss the pout on his face away, but he’s already spoiled enough as it is. His ears flatten against his head at your words, “Ok. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll behave,” You giggle at his small tantrum, “Have you really?”

He realizes that he really, really hasn’t when you give him what he wants x100. After the 4th time he’s came inside you, you move his shaking body so you’re on top and facing him, not once taking his cock out. He whines when you bounce once, voice so broken and hoarse it almost makes you pity him. Almost. “I c-can’t, puppy, no more,” he whispers with tears in his eyes. You bounce again and he shrinks in embarrassment when his hips buck up again. He shrinks even more under you when you run your hands over his chest, thumbs playing with his nipples. “S-sensitive, don’t…” he says weakly because he knows that he’s been bad and bad puppies have to take their punishment :(

You pick up the speed, his cum and yours mixing and making a mess between you. His big hands are firmly holding your hips, a weak attempt at stopping the intense pleasure. “Are you gonna be good from now on? Hmm? Wait for me to take care of my puppy?” He nods, unable to form words but still wanting to please you. You know it’ll only it make things worse for him, but his tears threatening to spill are far too cute to resist. Reaching up, you scratch at his sensitive floppy ears and coo at him, “Because you know I always do. Puppy needs to be patient,” With that he cums, hard. His cock is deep inside you and there’s no more room for the cum to go as it overflows between you, dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. It looks like Yunho has yet to come back down to Earth until you pinch his cheek and he jolts to life. “You okay, baby?” He nods silently, tail wagging and smile growing at the sight of your sweaty face and cum covered body, “Think I learned my lesson,”

[sh1-n0bu]

can u do sub scaramouche w feminization and choking please😁😁

♡︎ 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧! ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: choking, feminization, dacryphillia, bondage, dumbification and overstimulation if you squint

notes: sure thing ‘non! i’m sorry if it took so long for me to answer but nothing was popping up in my mind🥲 hope the recipe is to your liking!

doing my weekly ritual of feeding the horny😌

scaramouche sometimes wonders just how you keep putting him in such state. he was formerly the 6th fatui harbinger for fuck’s sake! and here he was, sitting on your shared bed with red ribbons he measly tied his hands with and a lingerie you brought for him as an anniversary gift.

at first when you showed him the gift, he scoffed and threatened you with empty threats and tomato cheeks. but here he was, not even a week later, wearing the same thing he swore that he would never even look at.

checking himself over in the mirror, the former harbinger supposed that he looks good. soft blue satin bras that doesn’t make his skin itch with a cute small bow on top and a matching short skirts that barely covers anything with nothing underneath but the set’s thigh belts, scaramouche just knew you put a lot of thoughts into choosing it. but then again, you always think deeply before doing anything with him. now all he needed to do was to wait for you to come home, it should be around now.

okay, maybe it was a bad idea. maybe wearing such “clothes” without any plans or whatsoever was a bad idea. just as he was about to tear off the ribbons with his teeth, he heard the front door open and close with your voice calling out for him. oh shit, what do he do now? wait for you to enter your shared bedroom? quickly take off the ribbons and act like he’s sleeping?

“love? are you sleepin-?” he’s caught red-handed. if scaramouche’s mind was running miles a minute before it was completely empty now. just a black sheet.

“s-stop staring dumbass. i can see you drooling” perhaps it was true but mostly it was just a lie from scara to run away from the sudden attention placed on him.

he knows he looks good. you always make sure to say that to him every chance you get. in the morning, when making breakfast, during the soft moments with him laying on your chest, hearing your heartbeat or during the lazy moments where you two just hold each other and chitchat about meaningless things. but the sudden attention and your stare boring into his flesh was making him squirm even though you haven’t even touched him yet.

before he can open his mouth to scold you again, you’ve already pushed him back against the bed. whining when you bite his lip, the kiss was messy and wet. salivas exchanged, breathing into each other, your lovely gift whining whenever you pull away.

one hand moving under his short skirt only to find a cute but plug already sitting snuggly in his ass.

“i see you thought things over” chuckling at his dazed expression you pulled out the plug. scaramouche whined when his hole suddenly felt empty. hips twitching, wiggling his ass seemingly trying to entice you. soon enough his whining turned into squeals when your tip entered. he forgot how big you were. his legs were trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks and all you could do was comfort him.

“mffgh-! b-big. [name]’s cock ish soo f-fucking big!” slurred scaramouche. he always gets overstimulated too easily sometimes. chuckling at his cute dumb self you waited for him to adjust. instantly scara was whining while grinding his ass against you.

soon enough the room was filled with dirty wet squelches, skin slapping and your lovers’ muffled screams and squeals. just as you were about to cum scaramouche guided your hand towards his neck, silently begging you. when you gave a gentle experimental squeeze he squirted over his tummy with loud choked scream of your name.

“AAMF! [n-name]! mo-oohre~! p-pleashe! aaHHGKK!” well, you never guessed your lover for the masochist type but there is always room for more.

[shoddynomenclature]

hiii ... idk if you do requests exactly but if u wanted id love to hear about the companions w/ a werewolf reader ? maybe its a full moon and reader has kept it a secret until now . but instead of being in a mindless violent rampage they are just kinda ... dog brained

thank u in advance ... take ur time or dont bother if u dont wanna :)

BG3 Ladies x Werewolf!Reader

I finally got a day off yesterday and I used it to write for like 8 hours so enjoy your second day of content in a row.

A lot of people have asked for companions react to Bhaal smiting the dark urge and I’m working on it, but unfortunately I’m only on act 2 of my durge run. So that one will be a while.

In better news my Minthara folks can expect a very spicy piece at some point this week!

Shadowheart

As soon as Shadowheart sees you in your wolf form, she is terrified and runs away from you as fast as she can.

It’s only when you cautiously approach camp that her mother actually points out you’re a lycanthrope. She picks up on it pretty easily given her husband shares the same affliction.

“They don’t seem to be aggressive, though” she observes, slightly confused. She tentatively taps her legs, beckoning you to come.

When you happily pad over to her, she scratches you behind the ears and you give a satisfied smile.

She sits down on the ground and continues to pet your head.

Shadowheart is still curled up on the bed, unwilling to take part in any of this.

“Oh come on Shads, you must admit, it’s kinda cute.” Her mom says as your tongue lulls from your mouth.

The closest she gets to comfortable with you that first night is a brief game of fetch. She’ll throw the ball as long as she doesn’t have to wrestle it from your maw.

The game is over though when the ball gets too slimy for her liking.

It’ll take a little while, but perhaps it’ll grow on her eventually.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel doesn’t really know much about wolves or dogs, but she’s not particularly fond of the one that’s following her around camp.

She tries to pawn you off to Karlach, but you want her so she has very little luck with that.

When it starts to get really late, she starts to worry. Where have you gone? You’ve never been out this late.

She eventually puts two and two together and realizes you are the dog that keeps pestering her.

Once she figures it out, she just tries to treat you like your normal self, which is immensely confusing to your little dog brain.

Lae’zel gets very frustrated very quickly. It takes Halsin to calm her down and teach her how to interact with you appropriately.

Every time you do something new she looks at Halsin to tell her how to react.

You flip onto your back. “Can I just keep petting them here?” Halsin nods.

In the morning, she requires quite a hefty apology and explanation as to why you wouldn’t tell her about this.

Karlach

Karlach is almost too welcoming to stray wolf that wants to wander into camp. But it’s certainly not the oddest thing that’s come into camp.

She treats you like a normal dog at first, but after persistent whining and leading her to your bed multiple times, she finally catches on.

“You didn’t tell me you were a werewolf! That’s so cool!” She exclaims, but then her faces starts to grow concerned. “Wait, you’re not gonna flip out on anyone tonight, are you? Do I need to lock you in a cage or something?”

You whine and lay down on the floor.

“Aww, you’re not gonna hurt nobody are you, sweet puppy?” She sits on the floor next to you and rubs your shoulders.

She spends the rest of the night playing with you like she would any other dog, chasing you around camp, wrestling, and petting you.

That night she snuggles up next to you, cuddling you in her arms as you lay on your side.

You wake up just as you do any other morning, in her arms, fully humanoid again.

Minthara

Minthara is unsure what to do with this dog that keeps following her around.

You do your best to actually follow her commands to keep from pissing her off, but you’re really trying to get her to understand it’s you.

You wind up going to your tent and picking up something of yours. One of your shoes should work.

When you approach Minthara with the shoe hanging from your mouth, she grows increasingly agitated with you. “Put that down! That’s not yours!”

You whine and set the shoe down, putting your paw in the shoe to indicate it’s yours.

“Are you… a werewolf?” She asked, confused. You bark in affirmation.

She spends the night allowing you to follow her around, and, as long as you follow instructions, she’s actually quite fond of your dog form.

Most of the night she spends reading a book while occasionally throwing a ball for you to go fetch.

She doesn’t see the point of the game, but you seem to enjoying yourself and it’s only mildly inconveniencing her.

At the end of the night, you move to climb up onto her bed, but she stops you with an “absolutely not” and motions for you to lay on the floor beside her.

Jaheira

As a Druid, Jaheira can speak with you even in dog form.

Once you explain the situation to her, she rolls her eyes but smiles. She should’ve known you were a werewolf.

She doesn’t worry too much about you going fully into beast mode, as you show no signs of aggression or agitation.

But you do stink. And she tells you as much. She’s gonna give you a bath.

Your dog mind causes you to protest. You don’t want a bath. There’s no way she’s getting you in a tub.

It takes a little deception and some meat from the camp supplies to get you in the bath in under 5 minutes.

She cleans you off despite your constant whining and by the end you’re actually surprised you feel better. Less itchy.

She dries you off with a towel and you give yourself a couple good shakes.

Once you’re all clean and dried, she wild shapes into a wolf so you two can spend the night curled up around each other.

[short-black-diamond]

please can you do bf headcanons for kaiser and sae and rin please (fem reader)

thxx

yeheeheheyyy

German vocab: "Schätzchen" = cute-ification of "treasure"

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"That's my boyfriend!"

Kaiser:

Ayo how I hate that bitch

Please don't request stuff about him in the future

But him as a boyfriend?

I guess he'd be pretty chill, but he'd like to have you on his lap a lot

like, in that one chapter where he examined Isagi, he'd for sure have you on his lap, while trying to figure out what made Isagi so different

and he'd just--- stroke your thigh?

Idk I think he would do something like that

anf then hmmm...I think he's rich

not filthy rich like Reo, but pretty rich

I think he'd also spoil you? like--he'd sometimes buy you jewellery, but other than that, he would buy you other stuff, which is much more useful

like, one time he bought you a new tablet because yours got coffee on it

his coffee

soccer dates don't @ me

he'd try to teach you soccer if you didn't already know how, and if you did, he'd have you running after him as he always took the ball away right under your heel

It was funny, and you were happy to see your boyfriend laughing and giggling when he teicked you over and over again by dribbling the ball around you, before he gave you a small kiss to your cheek and scored a goal

"Jeez, you need to do better if you want the ball, Schätzchen."

You huffed. "I hope this wasn't an insult.."

"I'd never insult you, ____."

You guys would also go through Germany, with him showing you a lot of sights and taking pictures of you, then some selfies and would also buy you a cute souvenir.

he's a gentle lover, who gives you soft kisses and holds your hand softly

I think he'd also bring you to a viennesse ball, just to dance viennesse waltzer with you with an expensive, victorian dress he bought you as you two danced the waltz in old fashioned clothing in an old fashioned building with old fasioned people

bonus points if it was a masquerade ball

(imagine if he told you he'd meet you at the ball and mistake another girl with you, thinking that it was you, and you arriving to him dancing with another girl who had similar features as you...just imagine the heartbreak...the drama...I'd dance with Ness then, just to spite Kaiser...maybe I'll write a fic about that?)

Sae:

If you read my last post, I guessed -correctly- that Sae's an ass guy

Excpect your butt to be warm and squeezed at all times, babe

No but seriously I'm so proud of myself for being right about something I didn't know was already canon

*pats my own shoulder proudly*

He's busy

He has to train

but if you want to come with him, he won't stop you

When he was with the U-20, and he agreed for you to come with him, he hated it the moment you stepped foot in the room where he and his team was in

Imgine the bloodlust he felt when Oliver and Sendo touched you and flirted with you like there was no tomorrow (they didn't know that you were together with sae)

"I'm Sae's girlfriend..?", you then said and Sae hugged you from behind.

"Yes, I am her boyfriend, so take your filthy hands off of her.", he seethed.

Safe to say, the two didn't really listen as they just kept flirting with you, and they got to feel Sae's wrath on the field as he just kicked the ball into their face and crotch area

Other than that, I'd expect him to be very clingy

he looks touch-starved

give this man some love

After practise, he would always take a quick shower before cuddling with you on his bed and just take a small nap, letting you do whatever you want, but don't move your legs

he once turned you around on your stomach with force before he just---let his face fall onto your ass cheeks

you have no idea why he has an obession with your butt but oh well

Rin:

Another touch-starved baby

But he enjoys your company, speak, the first weeks of you dating him were silent, but he always had a small smile on his face

but let me tell you- he blushed madly when you held his pinky with yours

it was actually the first time you touched him

boy couldn't breathe

what have you done ____???

However, as the days went on, Rin initiated the touch more and more, and after a few months came the first kiss, with him kissing you softly, but his lip was trembling

And a rin with a beet red face came to view

I think he'd talk very quietly to you, I don't know why, but I just--do, you know?

Like he only wants you to hear what he has to say to you.

and you love it

also expect him to buy you stuff you don't really need?

I mean, he means it in a good way, but do you actually need an owl plushie in all its natural colors?

"Rin...why?"

"I-I like owls...! ...and, you're my girlfriend...so I wanted to give you something I like.", cue him looking at you sadly, but with innocent eyes.

yeah, you kissed him breathless after that little confession

also like-- I don't think any of the blue lockers have a dominant bone when they have an s/o at first, which means that the boys would also be shy

and I can just imagine Rin taking many tries before he actually asks to hold your hand, or takes nearly an hour more time from his busy schedule to buy you flowers you weren't allergic to, but which you also haven't received yet

he's the type who'd try to bake you cookies, and only have a small error, like either not enough sugar or cocoa, or idk what

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Okay and that's it! I hope I nailed it, tell me if I didn't!

Read you guys in the next post!

[subskz]

okay WE ALL KNOW that channie is the goodest boy in the entire world, BUUUTTT that just makes me wanna break him down to the point where he’ll act up. like if one of the rules the two of you were to have is “don’t touch yourself without permission,” channie would 100% follow it. he would never even dream of disobeying you and touching himself without permission. but would it still be like that after a month of zero stimulation? he needs to touch himself, it’s human nature after all, but he doesn’t want to disobey you. but you won’t allow him to touch himself! and if he begs you to touch him, you refuse. it just makes u want to keep going until he breaks down and breaks the rules. he would feel soooo guilty seeing his cum on his fingers after he touched himself without permission. i think he would go to you and fess up, crying and apologizing abt how he disobeyed you and that he deserves to get punished :( or maybe catching him in the act would be a lot hotter…like right when he’s about to cum so he has to choose between submitting to you and stopping or submitting to the desire burning up inside of him and cum right then and there

this is so cute and so channie i love it <333 it’s a lil mean but when he’s such an sweet, well-behaved boy who rarely does anything to deserve being punished, you can’t help but wanna test his limits and see just how far his obedience can go…plus the pure shame he’d feel for disappointing you when he finally snaps and gives in to his desires would make it all the more satisfying~

channie doesn’t see much of a reason to ever be bratty w you bc you always treat him so good!! nothing makes him happier than pleasing you and hearing your sweet praises when he does well, just like you said he’d never dream of breaking a rule!! and it’s not even necessarily bc he’s afraid of the consequences, it’s mostly bc he just hates the thought of letting you down ): but when you suddenly get extra strict on him out of nowhere poor baby would be so confused and doesn’t really know how to handle it bc he didn’t do anything wrong…he keeps begging to make it up to you somehow, but there’s nothing he can do to change your mind, it’s just too cute watching him grow more and more desperate w each passing day

i agree that chan’s the type who can go a long while without needing to get himself off so at first he’d be okay following your new rules, but as the weeks past and he really starts to miss your touch, that’s what clouds his judgement most ❤️‍🩹 it’s hard enough for him to even ask you for permission to touch himself bc it makes him a lil shy, and when you consistently refuse him he ends up trudging around like a kicked puppy, feeling his patience slip more and more. he’d wrap his arms around you and press himself against your thigh, mumbling “channie’s been a good boy right?” and when you smile so sweetly at him and say yes, he almost feels a glimmer of hope, only for you to pat his cheek affectionately and leave him hard and needy like that

when he finally breaks, he doesn’t even need any toys or visuals or anything else to help him get off, he just thinks of you the entire time ㅠㅠ maybe he does it in the shower where he has enough privacy and the running water can help mask his moans of relief. or maybe he does it in your bedroom while you’re away, grasping your pillow close or holding up a sweater of yours to his nose, pumping faster and faster each time he breathes in your scent until he finally spills all over his hand w a pathetic whine. the pleasure of finally getting to release would immediately get overtaken by hot shame creeping up on his skin

he’d absolutely admit it to you on his own afterwards bc he just wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt of what he’d done, in his mind he doesn’t deserve to get away with it. the thought of him breaking into tears as he apologizes and begs you to put him in his place is so cute <3 he would take any punishment you give him like a good boy—spanking, edging, degradation, overstimulation, even if he’s crying the entire time. sweet baby might even hiccup out a weak little “thank you” afterwards through all his sniffling and sobbing

but walking in on him in the act 😵‍💫 the visual of channie looking so desperate and almost animalistic and he frantically tries to bring himself to a climax would be mind-numbing…it doesn’t help that he’s so loud, it’s almost inevitable that you’d catch him when he’s chanting your name over n over and letting out the neediest whimpers each time he bucks into his fist. his reaction when you catch him would be so priceless too…he’d make the cutest flustered squeak and immediately bury his face in your sweater, going beet red. embarrassingly enough, you watching him is almost enough to make him cum on the spot 💓 if his head hasn’t gone fuzzy beyond the point of return, i think he’d force himself to pull his hand away and immediately start pleading for you to help him finish, rasping out how sorry he is for being so pathetic, he just needs you so bad, it aches so bad, he didn’t know what to do w himself anymore ): makes for the perfect opportunity to pretend to agree, only for his grateful moans to turn into full-on sobs when you end up edging him instead…poor channie might end up breaking for real

[iaeriy]

vs angel (joão félix x reader)

warnings- cursing, spanish sentences translated, smut & fluff

a/n; this fanfic is probably one of my favorites at the moment, & am currently working on another fan fic which should be uploaded maybe during this time of the week! but anyways,, hope u guys enjoy this one! :”)

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you and joão have been dating for about 2 years now, you lived with him in london since he had training with chelsea and played for the club. the boy loved playing with chelsea and wanted to stay tho he was on loan, anywhere he went, you went. the two of you could never go a day without each other.

joão has been always soft on you, anytime were there wouldn’t be training days, the two of you would stay at home and sleep in while binge watch movies or somedays, he’d spoil you for being his girlfriend and always being there for him. somedays there would be times were he was touchy and the two of you can’t help it but give in to each other.

you always enjoyed his company, his love language, his physical touch, his gifts, everything about him.

you had a very touchy boyfriend, you didn’t mind it at all. although.. there were some days were it lead to sex, sex that you enjoyed.. and it wasn’t the rough type, it was like a passionate love type.

—

joão was asleep and you were already awake, it was about 10 in the morning and it was sprinkling, you looked over to see your boyfriend sleeping, you pecked his nose as you heard him groan, you were in his hoodie and just panties, you ran your hands through his hair. you kissed his cheek as you felt a hand go on your thigh, “amor, estás despierto?” (love, are you awake?) you said looking at his hand run down your leg.

“te dormiste con calzoncillos?” (you fell asleep with panties?) he said looking at you, “sii, por qué?” (yeahh, why?) you said as he held you by your waist, sitting you on his lap. “baby.. it’s early for this..” you said playing with his necklace, “you look so cute in my hoodie..” he said holding onto your butt, squeezing it slightly.

you smiled as you felt him rub your butt, “you woke up touchy..” before he sat up chuckling before you cupped his cheeks, leaning close to him as you placed your lips on his, the two of u kiss as he sneaked his hand inside his hoodie, holding your waist.

you moan as you felt him rub your nipple, you pulled away giggling as you kissed his cheek, “that’s enough for now baby..” you said giggling as he kissed you again, you kissed back as both your foreheads touched. “mmmh, why do you do this to me..” you heard him whisper as you giggled, “you’re just in love baby, now can we go somewheree.. pleaseee..” you said pouting as he nodded his head smiling.

—

you were getting ready as you felt him slap ur ass, “since when does your ass jiggle at my slaps..” he said wrapping his arms around ur waist, you blushed as you turned around cupping his cheeks, “you’re so distracted.. go get changed touchy boy, i promise when we get back home, you can do whatever you want..” you said smiling standing on your tippy toes pecking his forehead before he nodded his head.

you put on a white dress with mini red florals and white shows, you were hoping that joão wouldn’t be as touchy through the car drive to the mall, you finished doing your hair and makeup, you didn’t wear as much but just mascara and blush. you went downstairs while joão was behind you.

“let me carry you to the car, i haven’t done it in awhile..” he said holding your hand as you nodded before he grabbed you by your ankles throwing you on his back, “así no tonto!” (not like that silly!) you said giggling as he spanked ur butt again, you started kicking your legs around before he got to his car and put you down.

you sat in the passenger as he started the car and drove to the mall, he had his hand resting on your thigh, “desde cuando estaba lloviendo?” (since when was it raining?) he said poking and squeezing your thigh, “probablemente antes de que nos despertáramos..” (probably before we woke up..) you said as you blushed looking at his hands mess with your thigh.

the conversations you had throughout the car drive were about the little memories you two had as your bond with each other was growing and more memories were made, the “do you remember when..” and the “we used to..” conversations were your favorite.

he parked his car as he looked at you, you looked back as you kissed his cheek, “vámonos, i promise i’ll let you later on, just be patient baby.” you said as he nodded his head before kissing you, you kissed back giggling, “you’re so cute and tiny.” he said pecking your forehead, you smiled as you got out the car.

joão knew pretty much what stores were your favorite, he held your hand as you two walked around, “quieres que te lleve al lugar con los brasieles y la ropa?” (do you want me to take take you to the store with the bras and clothes?) you knew what he was talking about, but he was always shy to go even tho he’s seen you in bras and panties before. you nodded your head as you giggled seeing his cheeks turn pink, “si me llevas que vas hacer tú? a ti nunca te gusta ir..” (yeah if you take me tho what are you going to do, you dont really like going in there for some reason..) you said as he squeezed ur hand, “callaté, no digas nada mas.” he said embarrassed as you snickered at his reaction.

“do you want to stay outside or go in with me?” you said looking at him as he blushed for some reason, “you’re so shy when it comes to these type of conversations..” you said giggling kissing his cheek, “i’ll go in with you.” you went into victoria secret with him.

you walked to the bra section as you smiled looking at him, “do u want to pick one out for me?” you said looking at him as he shook his head, “come on.. it’s not bad, just choose.” you said holding his hand as he looked up, “fine.. hmm.. this pink one. you barely have pink ones..” he said as you looked at him, “you check my bras?” you said picking the bra out as you found it on your size, “no-well.. sometimes.” he said as you laughed seeing his cheeks turn red.

you were caught off as you saw a white lacey lingerie matching set, you walked over to the display as you looked over at joão, he was looking down still shy as you smiled before finding the matching set as you picked it out, when suddenly you thought of an idea.

the little sex thoughts went through your head as you blushed before holding his hand with your free hand, “come on lets go pay now mr shy pants.” he lifted his head up and followed you to the checkout.

you got your stuff as he held the bag for you trying not to be as nosy, and you had already thought of what to do when you got hone since you did also promise him that you two could have sex after the mall, the two of you went shopping for clothes and that was pretty much it, there were a few people who recognized the two of you, you didn’t mind at all.

once the two of you finished, you got into the car as he put the bags in the back seats and sat on the driver seat starting the car before driving back home before it began to pour again, he started messing with your thigh again as he raised his hand up to your panties as he slid them to the side. “te dije que te esperes bebé..” (i told you to wait baby..) you said biting on your lip as you felt him rub your clit slowly.

“no puedo, estás tan hermosa con ese vestido...” (i can’t, you’re so gorgeous in that dress…) he said still rubbing on your clit, you were blushing heavily and already leaking, you smacked his hand away. “i-i told you to wait, we’re not that far.. just wait baby.” you said as you looked at him giggling, you held his hand as he was pouting.

by the time you both got home, he looked at you. you looked back as you knew exactly what was coming for, you pecked his cheek and got out the car, he got out the car too staring at you grab the bags as you went inside, you looked down and saw the small brown dog digging on your legs. “come on floki let’s go hide from joão..” you whispered going to the room, you put the bags down as you heard joão coming in so u closed the door silently giggling,

you held him as you heard joão saying your name, you put him down before leaving the door half open and taking the bag including yourself to the bathroom. you grabbed the matching set out of the bag, you put the matching set on as you heard joão get near the door, “what are you doing in there, that’s taking you forever.. you promised me earlier.. rememb-” he said hefore u cut him off opening the door, you looked up at him as he looked at your body then you.

you got closer to him giggling, “what’s wrong?” you said cupping his cheeks as he held onto your waist, “you’re so impatient..” you said before kissing him as he kissed you back, he held you in the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist still kissing him, your back was now on the wall as he was holding you, before he started kissing on your neck. you held onto his arm leaning your head back, “i missed you..” you said breathlessly as he chuckled against your skin, biting on it as he began to leave marks around your neck.

you pulled him away from your neck cupping his cheeks again as you kissed him again, he bit onto your bottom lip as he sucked on your tongue and you did on his, “p-put me on.. the bed..” you said trying to control your breathing as he smirked looking at your pink cheeks before kissing you again as you wrapped your arms around him.

he put you on the bed as you cupped his cheeks still kissing him, you traced your hand down to the hem of his shirt before taking it off him as he kissed you again, he pulled down one of your bra straps as you giggled in between the kiss, “want me to take it off?” you said cupping his cheeks, “i do but i don’t.. you look so cute in your outfit..” he said as you straddled him down before you sat on his crotch, “you’re so cute..” you said kissing his cheek as you unclipped your bra letting it fall off your chest as you saw his cheeks turn pink, you cupped his cheeks before kissing him again as you felt him cup your breast, you shuddered at the touch feeling his cold fingertips rub your nipple.

you began to move your hips slowly around his clothed dick biting down onto your lip, he sat up and kissed on your neck as you looked down at him running your hands down his hair, he moved his lips to your chest as he began to kiss around your chest.

you felt yourself get weaker under his kisses and touch, you were already imagining the sex, you felt wetter every second he kept kissing on your chest as he got to your breasts, sucking on the fat around them, you leaned your head back moaning at the tension. “j..joão.. can we just..” you said whinning as you looked down at him, before he looked up at you.

he pushed you down onto the bed as he chuckled kissing your neck to your stomach, he began to play with the straps of your pantie, he pulled them down to your ankles as he began to rub onto your clit, you arched your back slightly as you bit down on your lip again before he began to lick onto your pussy. you whimpered as your thighs burried his face, you played with his hair as you felt him rub his tongue around your clit, you moaned at the movement as you whined his name out.

he kept circling his tongue around your clit, “seus gemidos são tão lindos..” he said whispering in portugese, he squeezed your thigh before sliding his finger in as he started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly, you arched your back as you looked down at him, while he had already been watching you.

you were moaning uncontrollably at his finger curling up inside of you and the way his tongue moved in different directions slowly, your vision started to go black and blurry, you were moaning his name as cries were stuck between your throat.

he moved his mouth from your wet cunt as he hovered above you, he didn’t stop pumping his fingers slowly still, you pulled him closely as his forehead touched urs, he inserted another finger as you moaned uncontrollably, he attached his lips to yours as you kissed back cupping his cheeks moaning into his mouth, you lifted your hips up moving them against his fingers as you unbuckled his pants, “pl-please..” you said breathlessly as he chuckled.

—

joão lined himself infront of you as he inserted himself inside of you, you arched your back a bit as he leaned forward, your legs rested on the sides of his hips as he thrusted slowly into you. “you have no idea.. how bad i missed you..” he said whispering in your ear, as he held onto your hand before pinning it above your head, he kissed your neck as he was butried inside of you.

you leaned your head back, wrapping your legs around his waist as you held onto the back of his head, “move faster please..” you whispered as he started to thrust his hips quickly against you, you moaned into his ear as he bit into your neck groaning at every thrust, you held his cheek as he placed his forehead ontop of urs, he held one of your legs placing it on his shoulder as he pushed himself deeper.

“o-oh my god..” you hitched out as you held onto the sheets, before he held both your hands pinning them above your head, as he leaned closer to you, “god you’re so amazing..” he said before kissing you as you kissed back trying to get out of his grip, he let you off as he lifted you by your waist, holding you in the air as he was on his knees thrusting quicker into you.

you looked at him as you let out hitched out moans, your nails clawed into his arm as he groaned before he laid down as he placed you ontop of him, you lined yourself ontop of his cock before pushing yourself in as you moaned before rocking your hips slowly against him, it was his first time in this position where you ride him.

he was blushing holding onto your waist, he kept groaning as he felt your pussy go in and out of his dick, you looked at him the entire time as you watched him explore your body, you placed your hands on his chest as you kept grinding yourself against his dick slowly, “fuck baby.. move faster..” you began to pick up your pace as you started to move quickly against him feeling your thighs burn, you could say it was worth it.. from the expressions on his face from the pleasure.

you leaned yourself back as you rested your hands on his kneecap, you felt his hand on your thighs as you were moaning uncontrollably throughout the room.

the sounds of heavy breathing, panting, groans, skin slapping, and the sounds of your moans.. even the bed creaking.. filled the room as you stayed in the same pace. his eyes scanning through your body as your hips, your breasts even your pussy was fully exposed to him.

your ass kept hitting his thighs and your brain was in another state of mind. joão was supporting you hearing him whisper, “you’re so good at this”, “you’re so gorgeous..” & “i love you so much..” you looked down at him as you saw him sweating even tearing up, you felt him twitch as you started to pick up your pace moving quicker than you were, “a-are you close..?” you heard him say as you were too busy with sinking yourself in and out of his dick.

you were so distracted until his hand reached to your clit rubbing it as you moaned out loud, “k-keep doing th..that..” you said whimpering as you continued to bounce in and out of him. he knew you were close at how sloppy your movements were, your pussy clenching on him & even the way you would scratch on his chest.

he grabbed onto your hip moving you slightly quicker, you cried out a moan as his other hand began to rub on your clit faster, when you felt your climax building up. you continued to move yourself as you let your head fall back, digging your nails into his chest. “i-i’m gonna..” you said breathing heavily between your moans as you started to tear up, “come baby.” you released yourself as you cried out in pleasure as you gasped in agony feeling him spasm inside of you.

you fell on his chest breathing heavily as you burried your face on his neck, “we.. should.. stick to.. this position.. everytime now..” he said panting as he slapped ur ass gently, as a moan escaped from your mouth.

—

a few minutes later he had removed the garter belt off you, “thank your for tonight..” he said rubbing your forehead with his thumb, you smiled at him as you were wrapped around his arm, “i love you..” you said before passing out from exhaustion. he looked down at you as he chuckled kissing your cheek wrapping the sheets around the two of you before falling asleep.

[myunghology]

— ✦ suits 'ya better than it does on me!

featuring mika kagehira x gn! reader (ft. shu :3)

warnings none!!

genre + context fluff, mika surprises reader with a matching outfit ^^

a/n for bffie. @xinnabon Spedrun this so u could feel bettur

"Mika.. Your outfits are adorable. Do you think I could borrow them sometime?" You say, catching the young male off guard from his stitching— specifically stitching the small plush keychain of a cat he bought you while you two were out shopping.

He pauses for a little bit, thinking of an answer. "Uh.. 'm not sure. Would they even fit you? Maybe they'll be too big." The older male responds, Tilting his head. Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult—?

Before you could open your mouth, he announces; "'M done. Looks as good as new. Should really stop buying 'ya things with cheap material.. Breaks too easily." He whines, fixing his stance to hand it back to you.

You smile as you clip it back to the zipper of your bag, making him smile as well, looking at your bag and then back up at you. "'Yer seriously already smiling just because of that? It was nothing."

"Everything and anything you'll do for me, I'll appreciate it." You say, looking at him with warm eyes, making him stutter. "So pretty.. 'Yer so pretty when you smile. I- I mean, 'yer always pretty, but especially when you smile. Like a gorgeous antique doll. "

He feels butterflies starting to stir in his stomach, he knows that you two are already dating— but he cant help but feel giddy whenever he talks to you. "Seriously? You're prettier than me."

Mika feels a warm blush creeping up on his cheeks as he starts to panic, "E-eh?! Don't be goin' around sayin' stuff like that to other people!" He responds while you pout.

"But it's true..?"

The next following day, you've decided to visit Valkyrie testing out— or basically fitting on their new clothes ready for debut with their newest song, well, not really? That was still for next week. But you weren't going to pass up the offer to see your boyfriend and his Oshi-san's new clothes before anyone else does.. Right?

Didn't think so.

"'M glad Oshi-san let you see us in these outfits beforehand," Mika says with a wide grin, Shu looking away in embarrassment; You weren't really upset about that.. It was clear he was still getting used to you. In a good way!

So here you were, sitting down while taking in the sight of your boyfriend and his unit mate in the new clothes they designed for themselves before looking back at their faces. "But they're really pretty. You did a great job on these outfits, Shu. You never upset."

The older male clears his throat from embarrassment, A faint blush coating his face. "Anyway.. Kagehira, don't you have something to give to [Name]?" Shu mentions, making your eyes sparkle.

Mika perks up, realizing— he almost forgot! "Right! Made somethin' for 'ya with Oshi-san's help." He says, his stupid yet cute smiles creep up to his pretty little face before running over to get something.

Your eyes carefully follow his movements, to which he ends up having neatly folded clothes in his arms. "This is for 'ya. Mentioned yesterday that you liked my clothes, so I decided to make a matching one for 'ya. 'M not taking all the credit though!" You smile at his words as he carefully puts it on your lap, they did this in just a day?

"Can 'ya try it on?" He asks, obviously in a flustered state. ".. Of course." It was fairly obvious that you were absolutely appreciative, walking over to their dressing room.

Some time later, you come out. Mika's face immediately lights up, while a small smile shows up on Shu's lips. The design is exactly like what Mika would wear— but added a little bit of personal touches too.

"This style suits 'ya better than it does on me! Looks adorable on 'ya. but 'ya look adorable wearing anything else anyway." He claps, making you blush.

"If you don't mind me asking.. How'd you get my measurements?" You ask genuinely confused, but then Shu tries to open his mouth— Mika ends up signaling him to stay quiet, making him scoff playfully. Guess that question isn't getting answered.

"It does look good on you though." Your boyfriend smiles at the compliment, even though it isn't for him. "See? Even Oshi-san agrees! Thanks to his help, this is my gift to you."

©myunghology. — xin feel better pukebear.. labyu brah ❤️

[elliespeach]

no chances part three | ellie williams

˗ˏˋ"and what is it that you think you do to me?" ´ˎ˗

pairing: ellie x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on the court. warnings: 18+ foul langauge, sexual decriptions, (eventual) smut between ellie n reader, ellie n reader smoke (thanks anon for the idea) an: U GUYSSSSS i adore that u all love this series so much thank u sm for the support its been overwhelming!! i appreciate everything sm :)) i hope u guys like this part, part four should be out later this week as well bc the tension is too high w these two buttt yahhhh ily guys enjoy

it had been nearly three weeks since the night in the hotel. the morning after had been awkward, after you both were fully awake and aware of your actions you didn’t speak of it, getting in your respective cabs and finally going home. you exchanged awkward byes, dreading the games to come in the upcoming weeks. 

the first game a week after was barely tolerable and ellie thought she was going to explode. she didn’t dare to make eye contact with you across the court in fear she would see the sleepy eyes that had looked at her so softly that morning and not be able to play right. your team won that week and you hadn’t teased ellie the whole game. you caught quick glances, seeing if she would look back at you but she never did, her hands firm on her hips and staring into the ceiling every free second she had. this carried on to the next game a week later and with every look not returned from her the hatred in your chest would grow.

you couldn’t place how you felt about it, the kiss, her hands on you and the very intimate cuddling in the small bed. how she is capable of actually being kind and you wondered what it would be like if circumstances were different. if she wasn’t someone who raised so much anger inside of you you never thought possible, but despite everything inside of you telling you to stop your mind always wandered to her. on the contrary, ellie knew how she felt. somewhere deep down she knew, but her pride was in the forefront of her mind and she didn’t allow herself to remember how sweet you smelled and how cute her sweats looked on you. ellie dismissed the thoughts every time, trying to remember just how angry you made her and for the most part it always worked. 

now it was the third game, three weeks after that night and ellie was desperately trying not to search for you in the clump that was your team on the sidelines. but her eyes darted, trying to see the black libero shirt in the sea of white ones. the game was nearly about to start and for a second she was disappointed she couldn’t find you but the gym doors burst open just as she was about to look away. you came in, hastily running over to your team and wiping your cheeks free of tears. 

ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched you, even from far away she could see your eyes were puffy, your breathing slightly heavier than normal and she straightened her posture. it’s as if your team didn’t even notice your state and as your coach dismissed everyone to take their places on the court you took your spot in the back row, using your hand to wipe away the final tears that had fallen. 

for the first time in weeks ellie caught your eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly and raising her eyebrows. unlike her soft demeanor, you shot back daggers at her, your face resting in a grimace before refocusing your eyes elsewhere. maybe if she had acted like you existed before now your reaction would be different, but all you saw was the girl who had made your life in volleyball harder than it needed to be and in this moment you hated her for it. you hated her for kissing you, for giving you her own sweatpants, for cuddling with you. for everything. ellie was so caught up with you now that she finally allowed herself to look at you that she barely noticed when her team sent the first serve over the net. 

your outside hitter set the ball up to you and usually ellie’s eyes would remain on the ball but all she could see was you and your puffy eyes. something was obviously bothering you and ellie worried it was her who had caused this but quickly shook the thought from her head. she glared while you jumped up, stretching your hand and sending the ball back to her side with a hard smack. with all the rage inside of you from the day you had and now ellie, the ball went hurdling at her head and she couldn’t manage to hit it back up and it ricocheted out of bounds. 

the whistle blew indicating a point for your team and ellie’s eyes found yours again. this time your usual teasing expression was back while ellie’s mouth hung open in shock, her arms extending as if to say, what the fuck? “sorry,” you mouthed across the net, making sure she understood you perfectly. ellie bit down on her lips and decided to ignore you while the competitive nature in her stirred. somehow this felt more personal, like it wasn’t just a game anymore. 

your team served flawlessly, aiming the ball to the back left corner of ellie’s side. her team was able to get it over the net without her help but it was seconds before it was back in her court and she had to splat onto the ground to save it from touching the floor. her stomach skidded, her shirt doing little to protect her skin and it burned as she stood up. she barely registered it, the ball was moving too fast for her to notice and now she was determined to win this game. her scholarship the furthest from her mind, it was only to spite you. 

the white ball was passed between you and your team, your opposite hitter smashing it over the net but ellie’s own middle blocker sprung up and deflected the ball back into your court. you sprinted, falling to your knees as you hit it back up and over the net somehow. ellie huffed, feeling the adrenaline of the game as the ball came to her and her team expected a normal set from her but she had other plans. with you flustered from saving the ball, ellie took this as her opportunity and spiked the ball as hard as she could towards you. her own aim never being as precise as yours but this time the odds were in her favor and it came barreling towards you. 

you tried to save it but you fell short and the ball came to the ground harshly. you groaned as the whistle blew, picking yourself up and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath, and your aggravation. feeling proud of herself, ellie took the praise from her teammates, high fiving those who offered and redirected her eyes to you shortly after. she had forgotten about her feelings in the rush of the unspoken competition between the two of you and a smirk formed on her lips. she dramatically lowered her hands to her knees, copying your stance, breathing extra heavy to mock you. there was a nagging voice in her head telling her to stop but she didn’t stop herself from mouthing clearly, “whose fault is that?”

you straightened, balling your fists at your sides as the referee blew his whistle and ellie’s team served the ball. it went back and forth and inevitably resulted in a point for your team when ellie’s middle blocker couldn’t stop the ball in time. ellie tried to meet your gaze but you didn’t dare, staring at the back of your teammates legs instead. you knew she would get you sat on the bench if she angered you anymore and you were desperate to win this game. ellie’s tongue pierced her cheeks when you didn’t. unlike the last two games, ellie spent the rest of the match trying to get you to look at her while you did everything not to. 

nearing the end of the match during a brief break, your coach pulled you to the side and ellie saw this as she sipped on her water. the two of you exchanged words and she couldn’t hear what you were saying but it was obvious you were angry, thrashing your arms around like you had at the lady in the hotel. while your coach was trying to calmly ration with you, you pushed past him bumping his shoulder and storming out of the gym. she looked back at her team and then to the doors that shut behind you. “fuck,” she whispered to herself, not believing what she was about to do. placing her water down on the bench, her feet started towards the exit to the gym. 

“williams, were about to start!” her coach hollered behind her and ellie barely turned around, not stopping. 

“not feeling well! send in someone else!” her words rushed out of her as she pushed open the double doors. her coach tried to respond but ellie was already out of the gym and he had no choice but to replace her as the game started. ellie heard the muffled whistle in the halls as she searched for you, her eyes moving to every corner you could possibly be hiding in but coming up short. 

her body led her to the bathroom and she cracked the door open just a bit to see you standing in front of the sink, your hands placed on the rims for balance. you hadn’t noticed and she shut the door again, standing outside of it contemplating her next course of action. what the fuck am i doing? and before she could come up with a good reason to go back into the gym, she opened the door and slowly entered the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her. your head turned, seeing her and you scoffed bringing your head back down and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. “the hell do you want?” you snarled, not looking at her.  

ellie blinked, stunned by your words and she fiddled with her hands. “okay then–” she muttered, turning on her heel and reaching for the handle to the door. usually she wouldn’t be so shocked by your hostility and she wasn’t sure why she expected you to be kind, but it tugged at her heart more than she would like to ever admit.

she had just grazed it when you spoke again, this time much softer. “i didn’t mean– fuck. i’m sorry,” you turned your body towards her and she did the same, her hand leaving the handle to the bathroom. “my coach is a dick.” you admitted, sniffing the tears back and letting your hands go up and crash down at your sides. 

“is that what’s actually bothering you?” ellie asked, unsure if she wanted to know the real answer but she could feel it was something more. she feared it was her and she wouldn’t blame you if it was. 

you laughed at the thought, looking back down at your hands. “aren’t you missing the game?” you asked her, avoiding her question and she sighed, dropping her shoulders. 

“if this is about me i–” 

“not everything is about you, ellie,” you lied to her, rolling your eyes in the process. your parents had spoken to you before the game, telling you how disappointed they were with how you’ve been playing recently. they were always nit-picky, usually it didn’t bother you, but when they mentioned how your eyes were always glued to the opposing libero instead of the ball it sent you overboard. you hadn’t even realized how distracted ellie made you the past couple weeks with her staring up at the ceiling and not returning the usual teases across the court. it infuriated you how clueless she was, even if she was acting. you sighed, “go back to the game.” 

“i don’t believe you,” she shook her head, annoyed with your blatant attempt to dismiss her. “if it’s about me just tell m–” 

“god, why do you even care?” you exclaimed harshly, you had spun back around to face her, your hands motioning with your words. “you couldn’t even look at me for weeks! you obviously don’t like me, so why are you here?” 

“i couldn’t look at you because i need my scholarship!” she shouted back, dropping the softness that she had entered the room with. “the one fucking game i do and look where i am!” her hands motioned to you and you scoffed as the words left her mouth. 

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your arms crossed over your chest, staring at the girl in front of you. 

she blinked at you, contemplating her words until she let out a low sarcastic chuckle, “you know what? i don’t fucking care–” she turned, pulling open the door with such force it bounced off the wall behind it. she left the bathroom in a hurry and you were quick to follow her into the hallway. she did care but faced with admitting that to you made her stomach turn and she was determined to avoid it, and you. she stomped through the hallway, hearing you storm after her. she was nearing the exit doors when you finally spoke up. 

“it’s about you!” your voice reverberated off the empty hallway walls. you both could hear the game still being played in the distance, the muffled sound of the whistle made it’s way to the secluded hallway but it was ignored. ellie stopped in her tracks, her hand just on the handle to the exit. “you kissing me, you holding me!” your shouts were loud but your voice seemed sad almost, and ellie turned around. “then you just fucking avoid me like it was nothing?” 

“it was nothing–” she huffed, trying to convince herself of her own words. 

“i don’t believe you,” you repeated the phrase she used on you and took a risky step forward. “if it was nothing you’d be playing right now.” 

she sighed and her voice dropped to a quiet one, “whatever,” she knew you were right, that if it had truly meant nothing to her she wouldn’t have followed you into the bathroom. she wouldn’t have even cared if you were upset, but she did. and misplaced her anger for herself onto you because of it. she shoved open the exit door and let it slam behind her. you just watched her through the small slit windows in the door as she descended the steps and walked into the parking lot. 

ellie wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just admit to it; how often she replayed that night in her head. how it distracted her even in the most mundane of tasks. studying for an exam and the image of you sleeping on top of her clouded anything else in her mind. it overwhelmed her on the daily and during the games it felt almost unbearable, trying to focus on homework and all she could think about was your hands wrapped around her to pull her closer. how easily she had made you moan into her mouth, why kissing you felt like the most exciting thing she has done in the whole world. 

it’s like she couldn’t accept defeat, even though defeat looked like the most prized possession in the whole world. 

you sat in the hallway for a few moments after she disappeared from view. you bit down on your lip as her words echoed in your head. after expelling most of your anger out to her you were left with an unfamiliar feeling in your chest. it was similar to how you felt in the bathroom with her three weeks ago, only now it felt heavier. more unbalanced. you had started walking back towards the gym and as you got closer to the doors, the feeling that plagued you pulled you back.

taking in a deep breath you spun around, walking back towards the door she had left out of. you weren’t sure if continuing the conversation would make it go away, but as you pushed open the doors it felt less overwhelming. the cold air hitting you in the face as you did and your eyes scanned the parking lot. it was a lot colder than it was a few weeks ago, snow covered the ground lightly which somehow almost made it bright outside despite the dark sky above you. your eyes landed on the only figure in the lot, leaned up against a car in the far left. you crossed your arms, the cold already bothering you and you started to move towards her. her back was to you while she stared into the abyss that was the woods beside the lonely parked car. as you approached her, smoke was circling the air above her before dissipating with the wind. 

you stopped a few feet from the car, watching for a moment while she sucked on the blunt in her fingers, she hadn’t noticed you and you almost felt guilty about interrupting her thoughts. “thats illegal, you know,” you breathed out, keeping your voice soft in an attempt to actually talk to her. her head snapped back, her eyes rolling as soon as she saw who stood behind her. 

“you gonna tattle on me?” she questioned coldly, returning her focus to the woods and shifting her weight to the other foot. 

“not if you share, at least.” you moved so you were next to her, leaning against the back of what you assumed to be her car. she sighed, passing over the tightly wound blunt. “this your car?” 

she nodded, “i don’t trust the bus anymore,” there was a beat of silence before she continued, “i don’t get you.” she muttered, looking down at her feet. 

“well, that we can agree on,” you inhaled the smoke, “because i don’t get you either.” 

it was quiet like it had been on the walk that night, only now you two weren’t forced to be in each others presence, but neither of you made any attempt to leave. you inhaled again before passing it back to her and she immediately reached for it. her fingers lingered above yours before being yanked back and she took her own drag, exhaling the smoke into the air once again. 

“i never intended for this, you know,” she spoke beside you while handing you the blunt. her eyes didn’t meet yours as she did, they remained firm facing forward. 

“for what?” you asked innocently, feeling the high creeping up on you while you inhaled again, pushing the smoke back out to be swallowed by the wind. 

ellie was high herself, feeling relaxed even with you by her side and her words came easy to her, despite the small sober part of her brain begging her to stop talking. “i don’t like you on the court, but that doesn’t mean i wanna see you upset.” 

your head turned to face her at her confession, if you weren’t inebriated you probably would have shot back a gloating comment but this didn’t feel like the time. before you could respond, she kept going, “i couldn’t look at you because… you just don’t know what you do to me.” 

your eyes soften at her words and she finally looks at you, her red eyes squinty but filled with an emotion you couldn’t recognize, similar to the one in your chest that has been throbbing with every moment in her presence. “and what is it that you think you do to me?” you asked her quietly, your eyes going back and forth between hers. 

her eyes left yours to find your lips and you found yourself leaning into her. she did the same, pulling herself closer to you to connect your lips. your faces were inches apart, eyes fluttering closed when you two heard the front doors to the building opening, and both teams spilled out in chatter. it had pulled your focus, and your head swiveled to the doors but ellie’s eyes remained on you.

the crowd split into two, forcing their way onto the buses that sat outside the doors. you turned back to ellie, whose eyes never left you and she was still inches from your face. “i should go,” you spoke, a twinge of sadness lacing your tone, but following it up with a joke to suppress it, “don’t wanna miss the bus again.” 

you turned to leave, barely making it one step before her hand wrapped around your wrist. butterflies erupted in your stomach at her touch and you spun back around. “let me drive you back?” you had never seen her this way, her whole demeanor was the complete opposite of her usual hardness and it almost stunned you. 

“ellie you don’t hav–” 

“it’s the least i can do.” without so much of a second thought, you nodded. ellie gently took the blunt back from you, putting it out on the pavement. as you climbed into her car, the smell reminded you of her sweatpants. as her car warmed up, you watched as the buses left the parking lot leaving you two behind yet again. without knowing, you both were thinking the same thing: what am i doing?

part four

[nxrdamp]

I’m having a huge Arven moment so I decided to ask for something cute and a little funny ☺️

Maybe Arven’s mabosstiff dislikes the reader’s dachsbun for awhile, until they just turn into inseparable best friends 😭 I love dogs and these two canine dog Pokémon stole my heart!!

Masterlist

Arven x Gn! Reader - Puppy Love

A warm sunny day in Paldea, something that was no rare occurrence. Nevertheless still enjoyed. Especially enjoyed by one little Dachsbun. (Y/n)’s Dachsbun was currently frolicking in the fields surrounding their picnic, playing with the (orange/purple) ball.

“Wow little buddy” Arven said while finely chopping basil for the sandwich,”Your Dachsbun there sure loves the outdoors. Cant say the same for ol’ Mabosstiff here.”

Mabosstiff, who was currently curled up underneath the fold out table, ruffed in annoyance.

“Awww” (Y/n) said, crouching to be eye to eye with Mabosstiff,”You don’t like the sun, do ya bud?”

He shook his head in response, but only to be interrupted by the other dog-like pokémon running over towards the table to eat the scraps of ham that fell from the sandwich, much to Arven’s complaints.

Mabosstiff growled defensively, making poor Dachsbun quiver and run behind (Y/n)‘s legs.

“Yeah don’t eat that- Hey, Mabosstiff” Arven said, placing his hands on his hips in a very motherly fashion,”Don’t be rude to their pokémon!…well maybe except (Koraidon/Miraidon)”

“Hey!” (Y/n) protested,”(Koraidon/Miraidon) is important too!”

Arven only looked over to them and gave them a “really?” look as the legendary was currently trying to steal Dachsbun’s sandwich.

(Y/n) only sighed, walking over to Dachsbun’s abandoned sandwich, and grabbing it to give it to the scared pokémon.

“Now Dachsbun, eat this and leave poor Mabosstiff alone. He doesn’t wanna play right now.”

The puppy pokémon looked up, her sad puppy dog eyes threatening to spill tears, and slowly took the sandwich and trotted away to a secluded place by the rocks.

Arven sadly sighed, seeing the pitiful sight before him,”Maybe I can do some convincing to Mabosstiff, to, ya know, be friends with Dachsbun. Poor girl is eating all alone.”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) replied, crossing their arms over their chest,”So much for a picnic. It seems to be more of a drama fest than anything.”

“I agree” Arven said,”This definitely is no where near the Lady and the Tramp. No spaghetti scene for these two, it appears.”

(Y/n) snorted in response, causing Arven’s heart to swell. No one laughs at his corny jokes, especially that not quote “bothersome student council girl”.

“It seems like we’re gonna have to be together a lot more to make them be friends. It’s a win-win” (Y/n) said, causing Arven to blush and hide his face in his hair.

“U-Um okay. Cool. Cool. I’ll uhh I’ll see you tomorrow! Make sure to bring Dachsbun and NOT (Koraidon/Miraidon).

(Y/n) kept the promise they’d heard, and brought Dachsbun and (Koraidon/Miraidon).

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Over the span of the next week, every day they tried to get Mabosstiff and Dachsbun closer together.

And every day they failed.

“Damn it.” Arven said, looking at Mabosstiff who was currently kicking Dachsbun off of (Y/n)’s couch,”Why don’t they get along?”

“Maybe they just don’t share experiences with each other” (Y/n) suggested,”Like we battled through hell at Area Zero, and they kinda didn’t together. That’s probably why we’re so close and they’re not.”

“Not close enough…” Arven muttered under his breath, low enough where (Y/n) couldn’t hear

“Maybe we should go on a trip!!” (Y/n) said,”Why not to Kalos? It’s right on the edge of Paldea!”

“Hmmm. Thats a good idea, actually, thanks little buddy!” Arven said, attempting to give a “friendly” shoulder pat.

“Why do you call me little buddy? I feel like we’re more than ‘buddies’.”

Arven coughed, trying to fight a loosing battle against the blush creeping onto his face,”W-What?!?”

“Yeah! We’re the best buddies ever! Best friends!” (Y/n) said, giving Arven a hug.

‘I don’t even care I was just friend-zoned, I love this’ He thought to himself

“All right then, (Y/n), let’s-“

“(Y/n)?” They asked,”Just plain old (Y/n)? Do I mean that little to you?”

“N-NO!” Arven said, grabbing their shoulders and looking down to meet their sad eyes,”YOU’RE AMAZING! YOU’RE MY BEST BUD EVER AND I WISH YOU WERE MORE- I MEAN I APPRECIATE YOU BEING THERE FOR ME….haha….ha…..man I screwed up didn’t I?”

(Y/n) looked into his saddened blue eyes, tears threatening to spill,”No! You didn’t Arven, I-“

“You don’t have to say it! I know you hate me now!” Arven said, storming off.

“-feel the same way….” They finished before being blasted by a rush of air across their legs.

Dachsbun ran after Arven, seeking to comfort the crying boy on the doorstep of (Y/n)’s residence.

Mabosstiff perked up, seeing how the normally hyper pokémon was slowly and gently crawling into the lap of Mabosstiff’s trainer, giving him doggy kisses.

Arven starting to laugh through the sniffles of his crying, giving Dachsbun a good belly rub as she flopped down dramatically in his lap.

Mabosstiff then got off of the couch, and went over to (Y/n), who was letting the tears fall on their own face now.

“Hey Mabosstiff…you okay?” They asked, rubbing his head.

He barked in response, nudging their legs in the direction of his trainer.

“You think he’d listen?”

“Woof!”

“I take your word for it.”

They patted Mabosstiff on the head one last time before stepping out of the threshold of their home, and sitting beside the boy who was wiping his tears.

“You never let me finish, Arven, I like you back. Have since you told me about Mabosstiff and the Herba Mystica. I really have feelings for you. I’m not ‘just saying that’, I mean it Arven.”

“Ohhhh (Y/n)” He said, bawling his eyes out,”You mean so much to me! I love to hear you say that! Please, hold onto me and never let go”

“Trust me” (Y/n) said, looking into his glassy blue eyes,”I won’t. They apparently won’t either”

Both of their eyes adverted to Mabosstiff and Dachsbun, who were cuddled up beside each other watching the scene between their trainers unfold.

“THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!!” Arven said, crying even more out of joy,”THEY’RE FRIENDS!!!”

(Y/n) laid their head on his chest,”Yeah they are, but we sure aren’t, at least not anymore.”

“What…? I thought you said-“

(Y/n) looked up into Arven’s eyes,”Yeah, we’re more than friends”

Arven, who is now blushing instead of crying, turns his face to hide it in his hair,”Okay. Cool. Cooool. That’s cool.”

“You can be happy Arven, no need to cover it up with your ‘cool guy persona’”

Arven just laughed, resting his chin atop of (Y/n)‘a head,”You’re crazy little buddy”

“Yeah so are you Arvy”

“I like that” He replied,”My (Mom/Dad) never gave me a nickname, so I’m glad it was you”

“It’s my pleasure Arvy”

The two of them sat on (Y/n)‘a doorstep, watching the sun set as the two dogs who once hated each other, played with Dachbun’s toys together.

——

Word Count: 1177

[constesplanetarium]

Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

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this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

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TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

[earth2rin]

DILF!BAKUGO

warnings: maybe a little suggestive if you squint your eyelids real close but otherwise just pure fluff!!!

drabble drabble drabble

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just thinking about dilf!bakugo who has a daughter who is absolutely the sweetest angel you have ever met and i have two different scenarios for this.

you have her in your kindergarten class and she is just the cutest little thing. she’s always so polite and kind to others. one time the class went to a petting zoo and she was so quiet and gentle with the animals. at one point she was sitting on the hay covered ground with a piglet asleep in her lap. some other kid went over to her screaming about how cute it was and how they wanted to hold it and she scolded the kid. “now hush! can’t you see it’s sleeping. you can have a turn when it’s awake.” she whispered just a tad bit ticked off.

the day they got out for winter break you had a christmas party for the kids and boy was it hectic. there was hot chocolate spilt, cookie crumbs all over the place, frosting smeared on the chairs, you know all the normal kid things. as your picking up you hear her quiet voice behind you, “miss (l/n) would you like some help?” and your heart melts. you send her a sweet smile and shake your head, “no i got it baby, but thanks for asking pumpkin!” she makes a thin line with her lips, “are you sure? my daddy won’t be here for a little while, i really don’t mind!” she wasn’t gonna take no for an answer huh? 10 minutes go buy and you both finished and are now dancing to every breath you take by the police when suddenly you hear a knock and a gruff voice at the doorway. you turn around and katsumi runs in that direction. “hi daddy! how was work?” she says as she hugs him tightly. “it was good sweet pea thanks for asking.” as he plants a kiss on her forehead. he turns to you and stumbles a little. god you were gorgeous. “sorry i’m late, i had a little incident to take care of, i hope she didn’t cause too much trouble.” you shake your head and smile “never! she is the sweetest girl i have ever met!” you giggle a little and he smiles. katsumi runs up to you and hugs your leg. “i’ll see you in a few weeks miss (l/n)! have a great christmas break!” she hands you a card of her and her dad wearing matching green turtle necks and jeans. she had saved a christmas card for you. you smile so big and give her hug, “merry christmas katsumi! i hope you have a wonderful christmas and new year! be safe you two!” you wave goodbye and bakugos eyes gaze a little longer and then you can’t see them anymore.

another one would be you being bakugos assistant and sometimes (3 times out of 5) she’ll come to the agency afterschool. she’ll sit in a chair right next to his desk in the office, or she’ll go to the break room to sit at a table (a disney princess one with matching chairs that bakugo got for her) and she’ll draw and color on a notebook that you bought for her. sometimes she’ll even ask for you to lift her up and sit her on your desk and just talk your ear off. which you enjoy because it truly is interesting to get a peak inside a 6 year olds mind, especially pro hero dynamights childs’ at that. she’ll ramble and ramble about “miss (l/n), did you know that baby kangaroos are called joeys?” “do you think ants have nightmares miss (l/n)?” “what would happen if a volcano just erupted right now miss (l/n)?!” “miss (l/n) have you ever had a durian? they stink P U!” and you can’t help but entertain her thoughts by saying “really? i thought they’d be called dunkins!” “i’m sure ants have nightmares, they’re probably scared of some little blonde 6 year old girl drowning them with a water hose.” “well if a volcano exploded right now i’m sure your dad would pick you up and get you as far away from here honey!” “no i haven’t had a durian pumpkin, im sure they can’t smell as bad as your father.” you say as you pinch your nose and waft your hands and she bursts out in laughter.

katsumi sees her dad from the corner of her eye and covers her mouth to try and muffle her giggling, but it doesn’t work to any avail. “what’s all this laughter huh? this is a no laughing environment, only serious faces here.” bakugo says as he goes to tickle her sides. “m-miss (l/n) s-says you’re more stink-ier than a-a-a durian!” she lets out in between giggles and he pauses. “is what i’m hearing true miss (l/n)?” he says with a knowing smirk. you turn your head back to your computer with a straight face. “i said no such thing.” with a side eye. “hmm if i can recall last night you were saying my bedsheets sme-” you shush him and shoo him off shooting katsumi a smile to which she gives an even wider one back.

[ameliawarnerr]

POV: MC is drunk at Aurora and she texts Jake. 

One-shot (but with two parts. Two-shot? Maybe I'm drunk)

Part-1

Background story: When Jake could finally get free of the dark-web world, it was too late. MC told him that she'd moved on and it was best for both of them. But she confuses Jake again, texting him after she gets wasted. And Jake is confused and not at all happy about her recklessness. 

—Jake—

I stare at the screen, eyebrows creased in confusion. My mind is debating if her phone got hacked or it's with the likes of Dan. But then I reread the message, using more of my intellect and pausing the emotions at war. 

MC: IM AT AURORAA AND IF U DONT COMW AND GET ME I WILL SLEEP WITJ THE 1ST GUY I SEE! 

MC: bringg moneyyy some bitcj stole mine

No, it's definitely her. There's no debate about that. I barely pay any attention to the second message. My mind is still stuck on the first one. It's really unsettling. Despite how I've been upset with her, hardly seen or talked to her the past few weeks, still I want to get there as fast as I can. I cannot bear the image of the otherwise scenario. 

My emotions resume the war. I've never understood her entirely before but this is simply beyond my understanding. She went into heavy details explaining to me how she has gotten over me while I was away and how my barging into her life again isn't good for either of us. While I was on the run, making a new identity for myself, cutting ties with anyone who could pull me back into that long stretch of ruin I've been living in, I considered many outcomes. This is one of the more unlikely ones. Or maybe I didn't want to think about it so I didn't consider it fairly. 

She was already having a hard time telling me all the reasons I didn't want to hear, so I left. Ever since then, I've stayed at Lilly's place and it's a relief that her friends usually hang out at Cleo’s or Jessica’s. I haven't seen her or talked to her since then but I couldn't help asking Lilly how MC was doing every once in a while. Lilly would always tell me that MC felt like a different person and that I should talk to her. I refused. I simply couldn't bring myself to. 

I can't understand if she doesn't want me anymore then why am I the one she's texting when she's wasted at a bar. I guess I’d have to wait until she's sober. I feel a ting of hope and my mind calling me an idiot. 

I stop my car in front of Aurora’s front door. Usually, people are entering and exiting at every hour but as the street gets darkened, no one is seen around. Of course, it's 2 am. Why would anyone be here at 2 am when only a month ago a girl was abducted and another was found dead? And obviously, that anyone has to be MC. 

Sometimes her recklessness throws me over to the edge. 

I rush inside. All lights are shut down, only two of them shine at the counter. One male waiter cleans up the leftovers on the tables while another walks to the kitchen, loosening the knot on his apron. At the counter, MC is seated on one of the high stools, her head resting on the counter while her hands move above her head as she's explaining or complaining about something to…well, to the bar owner. Phil Hawkins. 

He's bent over to the counter, his arms set on the counter as he's nodding while grinning. His eyes fly to me as I near them. I notice that her phone is left unlocked on the counter with our chat opened so Phil isn't surprised to see me here. I have only met him once and let's say that didn't change my dislike for him. 

“We’ve only met once. And it feels like I've known you for years.” He says, straightening. 

I raise my eyebrow at him. “I don't return the sentiment.” 

Then as I stride to the counter, beside MC, I understand what he meant. 

MC is wasted, talking about me while being totally oblivious of my presence. “And I told him, Phil. I told him. You know what I said?” Her hands are moving vaguely, her voice is uneven, getting high randomly. It's sort of cute. “I said,” Her voice becomes a bit stable as she tries to deepen it. “I will know your identity soon.” 

I can't believe she's with a… decent looking guy, somewhat and she's still talking about me. I don't know how to feel about that. But I guess this just reminds me of what we could've had, could've been.

“And you know what he told me then? I remember it as clear as the day as we speak.” She moves her hand hysterically. I bite back a laugh and I look at Phil doing the same. 

Then, he says, “What? What did he say to you?” 

I would not be a part of this if I didn't want to hear her complaining about me. It's surprisingly funny and adorable. I don't use words like ‘adorable’ to describe anything else. I think I can't anymore– she's set the bar too high. 

She clears her throat, raising her head slightly, pointing a finger straight at the wall. “You can't. I am the hacker everyone's after. I'm unbeatable.” She pretends to be me, making her voice rough and deep but fails adorably. I couldn't help it anymore– I broke into a grin.

I decided to intervene. “I certainly didn't say anything of that sort.” 

Her pointed finger freezes at my voice. She slowly turns her head towards me as I try not to smile. But as soon as my eyes meet her, there's an effortless smile on my mouth before I can even begin controlling it. She stares at me for a moment. Her hair is a little messy, eyes squinting at me. Then she brings her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, Phil, I summoned him.” 

I take a step forward. “Yes, you did.” I take another step forward, sliding into the stool next to her as I sweep her phone from the counter. I hold it up for her to see. “By texting me. With an awful amount of typos.” 

She snatches her phone from my head. “That wasn't me. It might be the owner of the bar– Phil.” She blames as if she doesn't see him standing two feet away from the counter. “But anyways.” She puts her phone on the counter. “You look too hot to be sent back now.” She places a hand on my chest. 

Phil coughs. “Alright. That's my cue to leave.” 

MC’s gaze follows his figure as he leaves. Then, she leans towards me and whispers, “You know, although it was true but I just said that so he'd leave.” 

I lean forward and whisper back, “Excellent plan. Next time, include me as well.” 

She nods several times. “For sure.” 

“Are you ready to leave?” I ask her. 

“Did you bring the money?” She questions. 

“Depends. How much do you need?” I place my elbow on the counter, supporting my head as I look at her panicking. 

“Well, w-well. It's about 300$.” She scratches her neck. And this time I am the one panicking. Not because of the money, of course, but because— 

“You drank 300$ worth of alcohol?” 

She blinks. “No. I broke three bottles. Phil told me he'd go easy on me so I have to pay for just two of them.” She shows two fingers, smiling. 

I try to look stoic. I look at her finger with the same grim expression and she lowers them awkwardly. I straighten, removing my elbow from the counter. I clear my throat, lowering my head, trying not to show her my smile.

I return my gaze to her. She asks, hopefully, “So do you have 300$?” 

I do. But I put my lips into a thin line, shaking my head as she frowns. “I don't have the money. But you know what? I have nothing to worry about since you're one who needs to pay.” I return my elbow on the counter. “All I'm saying is that it's not my problem.” 

Her mouth slightly opens and closes. She looks around, fidgeting a little. Then, she looks back at me. “So, you are going to leave?” Her voice is small and I almost give in. 

I shrug. “I can leave and come back with the money.” I offer and notice the immediate refusal on her face. “Do you want me to come back with the money?” 

She looks down, at her hands. “Don’t do that.” 

It takes me a moment to recover from the vulnerability in her voice. I realise as cute as she looks right now, but I still don't want her to be in his state when someone trusted isn't around her, someone who can protect her. That's when I promise to lecture her about this once she's sober. I don't care if we haven't spoken for weeks or where we stand right now. 

But right now, I'm calm, knowing she texted me and that I am here with her. 

“Why?” I ask. “Weren’t you planning to sleep with the first guy you see here? Once I'm gone, you could do that.” I do my best not to process my own words. 

She's still looking at her hands. “No, I only said that so that you'll come and get me. But it's fine if you don't want to pay for me. You can leave—” 

The last word stretches as I pull her stool closer to mine. Her legs stumble together between mine. Her head turns upwards as her eyes dart to different parts of my face. 

“You think I'm going to leave you here? I am here to get you and I would've come even if you hadn't sent me that threat of a message. Even if you had sent me a made-up word or merely just one letter or just my name, I would've come for you.” I affirm here, speaking very softly but ensuring my words hold the right heaviness for her to believe. 

“Even if you didn't know where I was?” She asks. 

“Even if I didn't know where you were. I'd find you.” I answer. 

“Even if I make you pay a huge debt and ignore you the next day?” 

“I’d be hurt if you ignored me. I don't care about the money.” 

“Even if I hurt you?” 

I hesitate. “Doesn’t matter. I'll get over it.” 

“And even if I make terrible jokes?” 

“Especially when you make jokes. Terrible or not.” 

She eases into a smile. I raise both my hands, fixing her hair with a smile. At last, I rested them on her shoulder. “Let’s go?” 

She nods. I nod back. “Just so you know, I’m not saying anything right now because you're too drunk to remember but once you get sober, I'm giving you a lecture about this stupid thing you did.” I can't help but to think what if I didn't see the message, or she couldn't find her phone. I don't particularly like Phil after tonight but what if he wasn't here or she had gone to some other place. 

“Good luck to her.” She says. And I laugh out loud, grabbing her phone and shoving it in my pocket. I put the money on the counter and turn to her. “Are you cold?” I ask her as I stand. 

“Cold? No. I'm extremely hot and a warm person. You were cold when we first talked.” She points a finger at me, accusingly as she tries to stand. 

“I’m sorry. Forgive me. If it makes you feel any better, I don't know who that person was anymore.” I put a hand around her waist as she leans into me. We walk towards the exit. 

“Really?” She asks, looking at me. 

“Really. He was so reserved and guarded.” I say, matching her accusing tone. 

“I know, right? He would ask me about all my findings on the case and wouldn't tell me anything he'd do all day.” She threw her hand, expressing her annoyance. 

I grin. “Really? He did that to you? That's so unfair. If I were you, I would never work with him.” We reach the door. I hold her with one hand as I opened the door. 

“Well, I wouldn't do that.” She says, unsure. 

“Why not?” I ask as we walk towards my car. It's been a long time since I've talked to her. I can't stop myself. I don't want to waste any second being silent. Turns out, I really don't know who I was before I met her. 

“Well, he would say ‘good job, MC’. I liked that.” She says, mimicking me. 

We reach the door to the passengers' seat. I hold it open for her as she stumbles onto the seat. She wriggles a little until she's comfortable. “Finally.” She eases back into the seat. Then, she looks at me. “I knew texting you was the right thing to do.” 

“Good job, MC.” 

She stares, processes, then she blushes. I close the door, smiling in an idiotic manner. When I enter the car, she removes her shoes. She sits comfortably putting her leg on the seat, looking at me, expectantly. 

“You want something from me?” 

“Say that again.” 

—To be continued—

Part 2

[msmoony7]

💘 can you pls write me an eli hewson blurb and it’s a meet cute at the airport? Also congrats!!

airport meet cute

Eli Hewson x reader

Word count: 770

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You’re late. You’re never late. And you hate being late. But the world seemed to be against you today and everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. Your alarm didn’t ring, causing you to sleep in. You knew you should’ve finished packing last night, but you were so tired from work that you couldn’t bring yourself to. You didn’t even have time for breakfast before you had to get out the door and get a taxi. With your luck, the taxi that you hailed got stolen right in front of you by someone who was seemingly in a bigger rush than you. You finally get in a taxi and the driver begins driving to the airport as quickly as they can.

You arrive at the airport and still need to get through security. You have hope that you might make your flight since you don’t need to check a bag. Security takes forever, as always, and you begin running to your gate. Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse, you see the boarding door close in the distance, not even thirty seconds before you get there.

“Oh come on, please let me on,” you beg the worker.

“I’m sorry, it's policy. Once the doors are closed, we can’t open them. The best we can offer you is a seat on the next flight. It leaves at 6pm tonight.”

It could be worse, you think to yourself. At least there was another flight today. You find the gate for your next flight and pull out a book to kill some time.

There’s about an hour left until your flight begins boarding and at this point, you’re so tired of reading you have to put your book away. You decide to stop at the airport bar for an overpriced drink. The bar is crowded but luckily there’s one seat at the counter. You sit down with a sigh as the bartender comes and takes your order, a vodka redbull.

“You sound like you had a bad day,” you hear the man to your left say.

“You could say that again,” you reply as you look up to meet his eyes. He’s attractive and probably around your age. He has big brown eyes and dark brown hair that is almost too long yet somehow, he makes it work. He’s wearing jeans, a long sleeve black t-shirt, and black boots. “Everything went wrong today, I missed my flight, and had to wait hours for the next one.” You’re not sure why you’re confiding in him, but you’re at your wits end and don’t have time to question anything you do.

“Wow, that sucks. Here, let me pay for your drink,” he says as he hands the bartender his card.

“It’s okay,” you say as you try to grab the card.

“No, I insist. Maybe your day will turn around from here,” he says with a smile as he grabs his card back from the bartender and leaves without another word. You’re thankful for the mystery man as you sip your drink.

The time to board the plane comes around and you’re feeling restless having waited all day for the flight. You walk down the aisles and as you get to your seat, you find the same man who bought you a drink sitting next to your seat.

“Never thought I’d see you again,” you say with a smile. He looks up and upon seeing who you are, gives you a smile in return.

“What’re the odds.”

“Thanks again for the drink,” you say as you take your seat next to him.

“Not a problem. How’s your day been since?” he asks.

“Nothing worse has happened, so I guess that’s an improvement.” Your day has taken a turn for the better, you think.

“Good to hear. What brings you to California?”

“I’m from there, I’m visiting family for the week. How about you?”

“I’m actually in a band. We’re doing some festivals out on the west coast for the next few weeks. I’m Eli, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

The two of you chat for the majority of the flight and get to know each other. Eli helps you get your bag down from the overhead bins and you both walk off the plane together.

“Hey, I’d love to see you again. How about you come to one of the shows?”

“That sounds amazing!”

“Awesome, I’ll text you the details. See you around.” He walks away, giving you a wink and leaving you smiling by yourself as you wait for your family to pick you up. Maybe missing your flight wasn’t a bad thing after all.

[ebonyslasher]

Omg ur Giyu spicy alphabet was so good and its also got me thinkinnn!!! Would u mind maybe doing some hcs of Giyu’s first time with the reader or maybe go into some more details 😁. Thanks for reading if you get along to it 🤭💗💗

Thank you!!! Also, thank you for sending this in!!

First Time HCs: Tomioka Giyuu

18+ under the cut~

There's been this long running guessing game going on in your head. 'Is Giyuu into me romantically? Is he feeling me?...Is he even interested in romance?' Giyuu was a difficult person to study. Unless you've gotten close to him...which you have not. And he looked like the type where it would take a while.

Unbeknownst to you , Giyuu was also asking the same questions about you. He has been wanting to be closer to you, ever since he felt you aura and your strength. So what held him back? Nervousness. Also, second guessing his feelings and his unlikely approach.

Months go by. Missions pass. Interactions between you both become frequent. At some point, you figured that you were stuck in a silent dance around Giyuu. The anticipation and need to have this beautiful man grew with each interaction. You needed to make the dance have some sound. There was a decision to approach him; boldly, directly, and little confusion on your stance.

"Tomioka, you're a gorgeous man. Each time I see you, I get shy. But I want to get to know you more. I want these romantic feelings to flourish with you."

Giyuu is not only shocked but amazed that you had feelings for him, found him attractive, and had the courage to admit it. His beautiful space blue eyes widened. He stops breathing, just for few seconds. His face is very rosy.

Giyuu wants to run and hide. But,he doesn't. It would possibly hurt your feelings and ruin his chance, with such an amazing person like you. "I.....feel the same.."

And from then on, you two started dating. The new experience is awkward, but cute. That dance is still there, but much more enjoyable.

You get to the point where you desire all of him, naked and inside your core. But, you're unsure how to go about it. He doesn't look the type to be interested in sex. This needed some tact. You've been increasingly flirty each passing day, becoming more bold by the day. Lingering touches, bedroom eyes, complimenting his appearance. One day, You decided to be direct as it worked in your favor last time.

"Giyuu, I desire you. I want to share my body with you. Will you share yours with me?"

Giyuu went stone cold and his face burst into a wild blush. Even his hair stood up. To hear you state that so confidently, with that sexy voice....Giyuu starts shaking a little. Then he stops. And then, he actually runs away. Leaving you flabbergasted.

Well, that did go well at all.

-

Giyuu, huddled in his room, kept replaying that scene from just moments ago. "Y/n really said that to me...." You were already incredibly sexy. Beautiful eyes, plump lips, cute nose, and amazing hair. Your bountiful body was just as hard hitting. He had already thought about having sex with you, weeks ago. The first thought about feeling your naked body and sliding into you made him shake. He quickly remembers what happened after.

---

"Uhh...Tomioka?! You don't look so good. Are you okay?" Tanjiro exclaimed, shook by this sudden action.

Tomioka stopped his tremors, more surprised on how the hell Tanjiro showed up there and when. "'M fine."

Embarassing.

----

Tomioka eventually does find you and awkwardly agrees.

"I..yes. Let's do it."

Nervous. His hands are shaky and yours are too. You are both just sitting in front of each other in his bedroom.

Taking the first move, you slowly inch forward and kiss him. He melts onto your mouth. Giyuu adored the feel of your soft. plump lips against his. It relaxes, yet excited him more. He moves his hands to touch you, but awkwardly extends and retracts in hesitation. Damn, he's fucking nervous.

"I wanna try something."

You've never seen this man gawk at anything before. But here he was, mouth agape after you undressed in front of him. And now, his body starts shaking. It makes you freak out.

"Y/n...please..so beautiful...continue.."

"Okay...you undress too."

He hesitates but complies. He starts throwing off his clothes quickly, almost getting stuck a few times during the process. You didn't want to laugh, so you just pursed your lips and stood silent.

Finally he was naked. He felt bare. Vunerable. He slyly moves to cover himself, but you slap his hand away. "You're so sexy."

Getting on your knees, you start to give him a blowjob. Giyuu squeaks a bit in surprise. It was happening so fast! He tried to stifle his moans as you performed. His moans sounded weird to him. But your lips and tongue feels too good lavishing his cock. The spit forming around your mouth was an erotic sight. Giyuu makes the delicious mistake of making eye contact with you and he gets so self-conscious. He quickly adverts his eyes.

To hide his embarassment, Giyuu suggests switching.

"Let me pleasure you"

Tomioka goes down on you. You tasted...fleshy with a bit of twang. He doesn't mind it. It's extraordinarily pleasing to his ears when you moan, it makes him dizzy. The contortions of your body egg him on to lick and suck your labia and clit more. But, you wanted him in your mouth again.

"Giyuu, let's try to 69."

"....69?"

Tomioka doesn't know what that is. But once you two try it, he gets really into it. It makes him more confident and hungry to eat you.

If you have any tattoos, Giyuu becomes obsessed. He loves the colors on your dark skin. He will trace the design as he caresses you.

The inside of you feels like the final victory. Two parts connecting at a loving core. So wet and hot. He feels like crying, but he doesn't.

This feeling was addicting. Giyuu thrust slowly, with such sensuality it makes you kick your feet and scrunch your eyebrows. He could go faster, and he could sense that you wanted him to. But he doesn't. Your body needed to be savored like his favorite meal.

Giyuus' eyes gloss over, as if he was in a sexually induced trance.

As he gets close, he starts chanting your name. You feel yourself getting close too. The momentum was building, his tempo slightly speeding up.

"On my stomach...!"

You finish first, convulsing as you yell out Giyuu's name in absolute pleasure. He pulls out, painting your stomach with his cum.

So much cum too, he covers more than half your stomach. You look down wide eyed at how much he's deposited. "....Amazing!" ,

Ahhhh don't say that!! Now he's embarrassed.....again. Tomioka thought he would have been over the shyness by now. He covers it up by making out with you, sliding his tongue in and out of your lovely mouth.

As much as you loved kissing him, the mountain of his seed was starting to become uncomfortable. It was sliding off your stomach onto your sides and the sheets on the bed.

"Giyuu. I need the bathroom."

You come back and lay next to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You both slowly drift off to sleep.

But before you could officially close your eyes, you caught him smiling to himself when he thought you were already sleep.

Sometime after your lovemaking, which continued throughout the rest of the day, you spend the next few days getting presents from Giyuu.