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aashipping · 5 months

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Drunk Confession

Summary: Pumpkin get drunk when she's go out the girls' night. And she's bubbling something about her not-so-unrequited crush on the certain prosecutor.

Warnings: fluffy and slight angst, pumpkin being adorable and Barok just have a soft spot for her, Pumpkin has a nickname called "Ellie" since she's my OC. Soft dark Barok inplied ✨

It's your girl's night.

Usually, you would only drink soda water even though you're the only one adult compare to other three girls.

But not today.

Not after you saw a young maiden just lean herself against Sir Barok van Zieks and he didn't push her away.

You were just about asking him for lunch together, but you retreated after you saw that scene.

She's a beautiful one, stylish hair and smooth skin, her eyes are gorgeous and her voice could lure any man under her skirt.

She's a noble as well, one from the highest families. She's 24, an elegant youthful young lady with a warm smile and the matching family?

There's no way Barok wouldn't dislike her.

Some Ciders are what you need, you burped and shift your head to left side. Iris is sipping her orange juice and sneaking peeks on you.

"What?" You ask her.

"Ellie, you seems... bothered, what happened?" Iris points her finger against her forehead.

"Iris is right, you became strange after you came to the Old Bailey. Did something bad happened between you and Sir van Zieks?"

You twirl your glass, stare at the beautiful amber liquid with blank mind.

"No, I didn't. He didn't even have time for me." You laugh coldly and shake your head.

"What's that supposed to mean? That Reaper cheats on you?"

Gina asks with curious.

"Pff! No Gina, we were not like that. We still not and might never will be."

You can see the ears around your table are all perked up now.

"Then what's wrong? You have to explain it!" Gina crosses her arms.

" Fine, let me have some moments..." You take another sip from your fifth Cider.

"I saw him with a young noble maiden in his office, and she was lean on him. Just close, soooooo bloody close if you know what I mean."

The girls gasp to the new and you choke down the rest Cider.

"Yeah yeah, and I can't confront him is the reason I am upset about. I just walked away and left that Building. I can't rush to them and demand an explanation from him cause it's not my place. And I was too scared to see his reaction."

You shrug when Susato whispers your name.

"It's not entire his fault, if I am being honest. We've known each other for decade, I spent 7 years to love him and try to accept the face that he wouldn't forgive me." You grab the gray blue ribbon which tied on your right wrist.

"Now he tolerate me to stay and I still want it to be more. If there's someone to blame, it's me."

"But I can't stop it. He's just so pretty, his grace and his eyes. Naruhodo wouldn't like that but I love his aggressive humor sense, especially when the witness or the jurors are going wild."

You can see Susato nodding rapidly.

"And I knew most of the maidens simp for his leg slam, but I adore it when he flings the bottles. Just so casually and surveys his unpleasant perfectly without lose his elegance. I was sobbing internally every time when I saw he did that."

For some weird reason, Iris beams and you don't like the mischievous angle of it.

"Iris, what's on your mind?" You blurred out and she gives you a smirk while she shrugs off.

"Not really, but I wonder...why don't you just tell him yourself, Ellie?"

"Huh?"

"Herley told me that alcohol could help you gain confidence and bravery. Now you take the five shut down, so why don't you tell Mr.Reaper how you feel about him?"

"...If that's so simple." You sigh.

"I would help to find who the young lady is amd why Mr. Reaper let her be close to him. But you have to be honest with yourself and him. Do you think you can deal with that?"

You narrow your eyes and nodding slowly.

"Alright, Miss why-are-you-so-smart. It's a deal."

"Uhh, Miss Pumpkin. I think it's time for you to keep your promise." Susato pokes her finger on her cheek and looks slight awkward.

"Speak of the vampire." Gina said and you found yourself frozen on the spot when your brain hit the light.

"Ellie." You turn around and glue your sights on the floor. You don't want to face him so fast.

Iris you little cutie menace and I hate I love you.

The whole pubs are in silence now, everyone gawk up to him and hawk down on you.

They're judging you, Adeline.

They're thinking who you are and why Lord van Zieks would be here. They're wondering in what situation, the Sir van Zieks would cast the beautiful Lady Norton away and choose you as his fate.

A slight shoulder shaking, with a strong cologne invade and overwhelm your senses. You look up to drown into the beautiful ice blue.

"Ellie, can you hear me? Did you get overwhelmed again?"

Barok covers your ears with his hands, he gently massage the skin under yourears and you shut your eyes with a comfort sigh.

"Feels better now?"

You snap your eyes open and grin to him.

It's time to be a growth up woman, Adeline. Time to say goodbye to your crush and move—

"Why are you so perfect?" You heard yourself

Loud

And

Clear

Barok stops his movements and quirks his eyebrows. He looks confused and a bit shocked.

"It's no fair! How could this universe do this to me? Send me a handsome wonderful gentleman and I can't have him? God gifted me a man I madly fell in love with but he wouldn't see me more than a responsibility? Just what kind of Pandora's box he is?"

Your left hand circles his wrist and stroking the inner skin, this bold behave send shivers down his spine.

"Ellie." His deep voice is a warning, the girls are retreating slowly, other guests are no longer seen.

But you? The alcohol loose your mind and release your cautious.

"What? I say what I said! I've loved him since my 19 and now I just sit there with girls while he's taking another maiden home!"

"I didn't—"

Suddenly, you lean close to him, your right hand touches under your eyes.

"You have ice blue eyes, sir. The similar ones, they're beautiful like my crush's."

Barok sucks a sharp breath before he pats your shoulder.

"Alright, let me escort you to home. It's late, ma'am."

"How do you know where I live? You stalk me?"

"Ellie, you told me before."

"Oh really? I don't remember."

Barok help you to stand steadily, his right arm under your left bicep so that you could share the most of your weight on him.

The familiar cologne shows up again.

"Barok?" You ask.

"Yes?" He casts down the street and slowers his pace to match your wobble one.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you enjoy your night with the lady?"

Barok shakes his head and finally scoots you up in bridal style. His warmth chases the freeze away, you snuggle into his cape and embrace.

"You are the one I'd take home, Ellie. The only one of the world."

"Ugh huh, what about Iris? She's your niece and—"

"Stubborn kitten, I see."

Haven't any chance to ask, you two enter the carriage and he cages you in his arms.

"You-you really going to take me home?"

Lift up your head and turns it slowly to meet up his eyes, you forget how to breath when you notice how close you are.

"Since my feline friend insists that I brought some maidens to my mansion. I suppose the best way to improve it's a lie is taking my friend home and letting herself check it. Don't you think?"

His arms around your waist, this intimacy is rare between you and van Zieks. Your body feels numb, your brain is melting to a skull of puddle.

The only clear thought in your mind is—

"Hey Barok."

"Yes?"

"I miss you."

And that became your last memory before you are waken by the bad headache.

#barok van zieks x oc #;ocshipping

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fxithrush · 3 years

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"Remember how last time you asked me how I was doing," the female started off, foot dangling against his every now and then from the bench she was sitting on across from him. She had gotten the hint that Scott had hinted at Sebastian back then, she just didn't really want to mention it considering she did feel stupidly vulnerable. "I kind of lied," the female mused, rubbing against the wood from the bench with a small stone in her hand absentmindedly. "I'm GOOD now." She hadn't explicitly talked about .. things lately, with Mira and stuff .. but Scott deserved to know things every now and then. / @scottrileys

#’ ･ﾟ :🌹 : ･. tongue coated in poison — threads .･: 🌹 :･ﾟ ’#scottrileys #someone sipped on some simp juice

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azulsluver · 2 years

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You have officially gotten a simp, and since you love Azul imma give you an Azul idea I have (not a request). He goes crazy for the slightest attention you give and he's delusional as well. So imagine him with a darling that's kind to him, but keeps him at an arm's length. Shows that she likes his company, but she doesn't need him and she can easily replace him; there are better men in the campus after all !

Azul being so desperately in love with you? Sign me up!

This tactic would or would not work depends on how far Azul’s love is for you. Mamas boy much? He probably has a diary of your future children names in it while you’re out sweet talkin some guy for a drink;( im not sure if I mentioned this but no matter what you did couldn’t stop Azul from wanting you more, stroking his ego and letting him sip the juice of your attention has him spiraling. I feel like he would know how you don’t see him as anything romantic, he’s not dumb yet he’ll convince himself you just need time!

And for you going for other guys has him livid. Sending Jade and Floyd to dig up dirty work of your interest in hopes of keeping you closer to him. Not everyone is so kind as you.

LOL I just thought of that one meme of the guy on his knees on someone’s front door with money in hand. Azul would do something like that if he’s out of ideas.

#yandere twst #ଘrambles #azul ashengrotto x reader #LOL I CANT STOP LAUGHING #i luv pathetic men

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willowfolksong · 3 years

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You need to play love right

- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Reader

- SFW

"He's going to kill you" your friend informs you, munching on her crackers.

You gape at her.

For someone who's best friend is about to be murdered by the leader of a violent gang, she doesn't looks at all concerned.

"Ahm..." you stutter, looking around wildly. No one in the classroom is aware of your predicament, everyone chatting happily and enjoying the fact that your teacher has a cold, and couldn't make it "But why would he do that?"

Your friend stops chewing and blinks at you, slowly lowering her hand "Oh, you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"The Toman disposes of the people they don't have any need for anymore"

You blanche, and hold onto the edge of the table to avoid falling off the chair and collapse "What?"

"Yeah" she keeps going, grabbing her card of juice to take a sip, and completely ignoring your growing panic "Everyone knows that. They throw their bodies to the river"

"The river?" you whisper, feeling your blood run cold "You mean... the river that runs near my house?"

"Yeah. That's the one"

You don't pay attention to the class you have next, too busy trying to remember how to pray.

You met Mikey out of pure luck— or not, if you're to believe your friend's words. He had fallen asleep over a desk, during one of those tutoring sessions for students that don't do good in some subjects. The teacher was nowhere to be found, he was alone, and you were there because you had forgotten one of your pens by your desk. So you had approached him, ever the curious cat, to see if he had gotten the questions on the board right.

He only had his name on the paper. And even that was wrong.

So you had slowly taken the sheet of paper from under his arms, and answered everything for him.

Because, you know.

Be kind to strangers.

You were having a really good day, and you wanted to give back some of your luck by helping someone else.

By the time you were done, you had looked up to find him staring intently at you, fully awake, his head resting on his hand.

"Say" he had said, eyeing your curiously "Would you like to do my homework from now on?"

And that was that. Of course, you had later found out about the Toman, and the fact that you had helped its very own President, but you were not judgmental.

Until, of course, the threat of imminent death hangs over your shoulders like a Damocles sword.

You follow your friend out into the hallway like a robot, with your books clutched to your chest and your eyes trained on the floor. She's rambling about her favorite show, while simultaneously complaining about the new subjects you'll have during the upcoming semester. You nod at everything, and push your books inside your locker without a second thought, slipping on your shoes and wanting to scream.

And you do, when Draken's face appears by your side after closing your locker's door.

Your friend jumps, surprised.

You take a step towards her.

Draken arches an eyebrow at you.

"Hello" he greets you "Are you going home already?"

"Yes" you rush to say, and then look back to find your friend eyeing him hungrily. Great timing for simping "With her"

"Oh, but it's fine" she says, raising her hands and stopping you from following after her "If you need to talk to her, I'll go ahead and walk by myself"

"It's not me" Draken explains, crossing his arms over his chest and noding at your friend "It's Mikey. But thanks"

Your friend winks at him, and then shrugs off your iron grip on her arm "Anytime"

"What are you doing?" you whisper angrily at her "I don't want to die"

"Girl, I don't want to either"

And then she's leaving you, and you're trembling from head to toes, as you slowly turn around to face your doom.

Draken frowns "Are you alright?"

"Ahm... yeah"

"If you say so" he says, after a couple of seconds "Follow me, please. Mikey's waiting outside"

You do as he says, looking around to see if anyone can jump in and save you. Maybe there's someone who you can yell for help.

Everyone seems to step away from Draken tho, and so by the time you reach Mikey's bike, you've lost all hope.

He's leaning against it, casually sucking on a lollipop. His eyes light up when he sees you, and he straightens his back before smiling widely "Hey!"

You raise your hand in greeting.

Draken huffs "There you go. Now let's go"

"Actually we'll be going ahead" Mikey says, and pats the seat on his bike "Come on"

You stay rooted in place "Ahm..."

"What?"

Draken sighs besides you "Mikey, she's probably never rode a bike before"

The Toman leader whistles, looking at you "Really?"

You nod.

He shrugs, and then a second later he's taking you in his arms and placing you on the seat, as if you weighed absolutely nothing. You can't help but squeal, and grab at his jacket tightly. "Relax, I'll be going with you" he reassures you, and then nods at Draken "See ya, Kenchin"

He rides away from school, leaving small houses and parks behind. You hold onto him for dear life, the wind blowing on your face as you watch the town quickly pass by your eyes.

"Where are we going?" you ask, after finally finding your voice.

"Somewhere" he shrugs, and when your arms start to slip away, he looks back at you over his shoulder, his mouth only inches away from yours. You could grab the stick of his lollipop if you wanted "Don't do that"

"Do... what?"

"Let go of me"

"Oh"

He stops the motorcycle in front of the river.

The river.

Then jumps, turning off the engine and clearing his throat. You stay in place, looking for anyone. No one is around.

You're alone with Mikey from the Toman and no one is around.

And now you're going to die.

"Look" you start, and he tilts his head to the side to watch you clutch the seat "I can still help you with other subjects"

"What?"

You gulp, and feel all the hairs on your body stand on end when he takes a step towards you "I mean... we won't be having Biology anymore, but I can... I can help you with anything else? Anything!"

"But... I don't want help from you anymore" Mikey says, his arms snaking around your waist to tug you away from the bike. You refuse to bulge.

"Please don't kill me!" you plead, closing your eyes and grabbing on his shoulders to push him away "Don't throw me in the river!"

Mikey stops pulling at you, his hands on your waist, shaking. After some seconds of silence, you peek one eye open to see him trembling with suppressed laughter. "Mikey?"

He burst out laughing then, doubling down and actually wheezing, and you don't know how to feel about him laughing in the face of your fears.

His hands are still around you, as well.

"Why would I kill you?" he finally asks, wiping tears from his eyes "And throw you in the river? That's like, the dumbest way to get rid of a body"

"So... you've had to get rid of a body before?"

He doesn't answers, opting to come even closer instead, squinting his eyes at you. For the first time, you see dusts of color swimming on his ever intimidating black. You also think you smell a faint strawberry scent. "I brought you here because I wanted to tell you something"

"Ahm... yeah?"

"I want you to be my woman"

You stop breathing.

What?

"I... excuse me?"

Mikey pulls the lollipop out of his mouth and brings it closer to your mouth. It's indeed strawberry flavoured, and you don't have any other choice than to part your lips to take it, once Mikey pushes against them, his eyes trained on the way your tongue lolls out to have a taste.

"I want you to be woman" he repeats.

You suck on the lollipop without thinking, ignoring it was just on his mouth "Because... because I used to do your homework?"

"No" he answers firmly "Because it's you. That's all"

"That's... all?"

"So" he drawls, and pushes the stick aside to bump your head against yours "Are you going to be mine?"

🧣RED Love Story Collection

Part XXVII - Next is All too well (10 min version)

#mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #mikey fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev mikey #toman mikey #toman #tokyo rev x you #mikey x y/n #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev draken #based on a taylor swift song #Spotify

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opalesense · 3 years

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um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

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diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!! drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

“What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

“You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

“Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late. At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since. Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship. “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything. He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom. But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother. Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two? Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time? Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

Maybe it is bad, you thought.

After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long. You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity. You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

Maybe it is bad.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face. His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze. “Hey. Did I lose you? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features. You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too. You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table. He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

“What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment. The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol. He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

“I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you. There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were. “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well. Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about. You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck. He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued. “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

You could see right through him in this moment. Or at least, you thought you could. Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

Maybe it was bad. Maybe it was the lighting.

“We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more. “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more. Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words. With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

“Oh? How exactly can you tell? We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process. You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

“Oh, it’s nothing too crazy. It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling. Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter. But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

He seemed a little jealous, you thought. But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm. He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

“How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

“How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended. “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya. You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically. Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands. It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

The crisp air was meditative. It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander. Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself. At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend. But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time. You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

“Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail. “Why didn’t you come back inside? We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc. I really just needed some fresh air. I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

You were telling half the truth.

You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time. Some things are better left unsaid.

Maybe that was bad. Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words. “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

“I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off. He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

“I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin. He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone. “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

“Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern. You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately. “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

“Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory. “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act. With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

“So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt. “And all mine.”

You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours. “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight. All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

“P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

“Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot. “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back. “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

“D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

“Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

“M-Master…! I’m…!”

“Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch. You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you. While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste. You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window. It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

Maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was Kaeya.

Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours. Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter. He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in. “Be quiet for me, okay? We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

“I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin. It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams. Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult. Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours. It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit. You knew that. He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to. The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder. Faster. Deeper.

“You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss. “You’re–“

A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek. He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure. With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience. It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality. “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence. Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

“It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier. His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

“Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door. At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

“Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

“Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance? Oh, let me guess–“

“Get your things. Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly. You could recognize that tone from anywhere. He was furious.

“But let me guess first! Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now. And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead… Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration. And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

“You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

“I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response. He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door. But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet. Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

“I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds. All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’ Maybe he already did see you through that window. Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

“No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead. Go get your keys.”

What?

“Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

What are you doing, Diluc?

“Go on.”

What’s happening?

“‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

“No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along. I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words. “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys? While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

The room froze in time, only for a moment. Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you? Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen? After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision. “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

“Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment. He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect. “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

“Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further. “Please…”

“Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

“N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

Maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers. Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way. In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just… fuck me…”

Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff. “Slut. I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over. “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information. He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar. “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied. I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face. Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip. The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

“Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

“I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again. He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure. He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have. He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb. “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day? I’m very jealous, brother.”

That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further. “Cry about it,” he mocked.

Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it. He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you. Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

“Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless. He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet. All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face, He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command. He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely. His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears. It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants. Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling. His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent. You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace. The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high. It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances. His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat. If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously. His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you. The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed. He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air. Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

“Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more. Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter. Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze. The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes. The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other. Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

“Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya. The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

“So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again? Just the three of us?”

“I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind. “Please, Master?”

He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

“I’ll think about it. As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

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babydaddyleorio · 3 years

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How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap.

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching.

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though.

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride.

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do.

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai.

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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victime des réseaux - saeko x male reader

author’s notes. I AM SUCH A SIMP FOR MISS TANAKA SAEKO. also this is super self indulgent i apologize for not writing my reqs JCJNJDS i promise i have a req that’ll be published soon mwah.

tw. dark content, infidelity, cheating, age gap (reader is 43 while saeko is 35), size difference, one time where saeko calls reader daddy, oral (m. recieving), blowjob, degradation, adultery, shoe riding, exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol, implied single mom! Saeko

You were quite literally, the definition of a perfect man according to society’s strict standard. Not only were you the CEO of a large scale company, having several branches all over Japan, You were also married to Alisa Haiba, a gorgeous half russian woman who also lovingly bore your children. You were living the life that many men aspired to have! However despite the spotless facade, you never really found yourself having fun in anything you do. Always so busy with providing for your family, the thought of anything else seemed to have slipped out of your mind as you worked and worked tirelessly every single day.

Your wife was one smart woman, and she quickly caught on to how stressed you’ve been during the past few weeks. You were slowly burying yourself in piles of work and the time that you had allotted into spending time with your family was now being used to schedule meetings with your clients.

Alisa was more than worried for your well-being, and your children were starting to miss the times where their papa would spend time with them instead of focusing on your job, Which was what led you to where you were now, In a bar with all your friends as you guys washed all your problems away with the hard liquor that filled your guys’ glasses. “My other friend should be here in a minute guys!” Your wife cheered, a clumsy blush painted on her face as she attempted to hide her tipsiness with a wide smile.

You only chuckled at the sight of the adorable woman, placing a hand on her thigh as you continued to chat with your friends, catching up on their stories. “EVERYONE STARTING THE PARTY WITHOUT ME?” A loud voice interrupted your guys’ conversation, and soon enough your eyes were met with the gorgeous woman in front of you. Despite how tiny she was, she was absolutely stunning. the way her tan skin looked in the purple lights and the way her chest would poke teasingly with the skimpy shirt that she wore clearly had such an effect on you.

“Saeko! You actually came!” Alisa beamed, gesturing to the empty seat right beside you. Saeko gave you a cheeky smile in response, adjusting her leather jacket before taking a seat next to you, glancing at the golden band wrapped around your left ring finger. “So you must be Alisa’s husband aye?” She teased making you smirk at her words. “Correct. Nice to meet you, Tanaka-san.”

The blonde woman laughed at your response, giving your shoulder a playful punch as she poured herself a glass of beer. “Call me Saeko. We’re friends now, Y/n! No need to be so formal” You glanced at your wife for confirmation, making her nod excitedly as she took another sip of her drink. “Yeah! You guys are friends now! No need to ask me for permission, Милый”

The night was soon filled with drunk chatter and passed out men. You and Saeko on the other hand were left behind to converse. Alisa had left a long time ago to take care of your children; however, she insisted that you stayed just so that you could loosen up and have some fun for a bit. Saeko was quite the charmer. Her stories about her little brother and tidbits from her interesting life were absolutely hilarious and you quickly found yourself enjoying her company, basking in the comfortable atmosphere as you two chatted the night away. The night was not only filled with drunk men but thoughts of doing sinful things to each other plagued both you and Saeko’s minds.

“Normally I wouldn’t have the time for leisure.” You started, swirling the glass in your hand as you took another sip of the alcohol. “It was never in my deepest desire either to spend time for myself, or for anyone in fact.”

Saeko hummed, tilting her head to the side curiously as she signalled for you to continue. “but one can never be certain of the things they deem as ‘enjoyable’. I have yet to find something or someone that I would consider as more than just free time.”

God-- The alcohol in your system was making you think so irrationally. You had such a beautiful wife who was at home taking care of your children however, the woman in front of you was so fucking enchanting-- and the thought of fucking her in this god forsaken dirty bar was the only thing eating at you the more you spent time talking to her.

“Oh? But you’re mister perfect, aren’t you? Thought you’d find some pleasure in fucking ‘Lisa at least.” Saeko teased, leaning so close to you that you could feel the warmth of her skin radiating against yours. “I’m far from perfect, silly. You know I could always fuck Alisa, but you know damn well that i’d rather take you on the spot.”

Saeko could feel her heart beating erratically at your words. Despite the several times that the two of you had met up in secret, she still nervously jittered at your choice of words. You were a man who knew exactly what you wanted, and despite how wrong it was-- You just felt too good to even resist.

“It was hard pretending not to know you the first time I came in here dumbass.” The woman tried to change the topic with how thick the tension was becoming and you could only chuckle, your hand slowly inching towards her cunt as you circled your finger around her clit under the table. “Well she believed it didn’t she? Besides, she was drunk. She wouldn’t have noticed anyway.”

Need was flooding her senses at an alarming rate, and soon enough she was bucking against you fingers, begging for you to fuck her in the restroom. “Fuck it, let’s get out of here. I need you.” She mewled quietly, feeling the fabric of her panties dampening with each time you rubbed against her clit much faster.

“Glad you feel the same way, princess.” Feeling a smug grin worm it’s way onto your lips, you two were quick in making your way towards the small restroom. Your friends failing to notice your guys’ absence.

Saeko was on her knees the moment you had dragged her into a vacant bathroom stall, the desperation only urging her to unbuckle your belt faster as she fished your cock out of your slacks. “Damn, what a needy whore you are.” You mused, grabbing the blonde by the back of her head before pushing her head towards your half-hard cock. “Always for you, daddy.” Smirking lazily in reply, she wasted no time in wrapping her swollen lips around the thick head, a loud groan slipping past your lips once she started to bob her head to the beat of the muffled club music.

The woman was quite skilled with her mouth, especially with the way her slim fingers were wrapped around the base of your cock, pumping slowly as she felt every vein against her warm palms. You couldn’t help but let out another sultry moan, moving your hips forwards, effectively fucking Saeko’s hot throat.

Chuckling breathlessly, you murmured, “Attagirl, look at you, slobbering all over my cock.”

The shorter woman could feel her pussy getting wetter with each time you abused her throat and you quickly took notice of how needy she was getting as you gave her cunt a firm kick, signalling her to grind on your shoe like a needy bitch in heat. “What would your son think, seeing his mom getting face-fucked by a married man in a filthy restroom.”

A muffled moan was all that Saeko could muster up as she quickly bucked her lips against your shoe, letting her juices stain the expensive leather. She was bound to cum any second now, and soon enough the feeling of your large hand wrapping around her throat sent her over the edge, her tiny body convulsing right against your leg. The blonde attempted to pull away from your cock only to have her head pulled back in to take more of your length. You could feel your own cock twitching in her neck! And seeing the dumbed out expression on her flushed face made you want to capture the pretty sight.

“I can feel my cock in your throat, Saeko. It’ll be fun sending you home with my cum dripping out of both your holes.”

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icollectyoursins · 4 years

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Dio x Fem!Reader Fingering At Dinner NSFW

Anon asked for "Spicy Dio Brando request please where he's fingering his easily flustered female s/o under the table during dinner w/ the Joestars and then leads to something more spicy 😳✨"

Just a heads up: this takes place during part 1, Phantom Blood.

Dio and you have been together for a while now, so naturally dinner with his family would be the next step, right? Well, low and behold, Dio has other plans. A little test of composure, shall we say?

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WARNINGS: Teasing, exhibitionism, fingering, Dio being the coy ass we all simp for.

Word Count: 1457

Just a Little Distraction

The sound of glasses clinking as well feint voices filled your ears as you look around the room, waiting for your meals to arrive. A slender finger brushes against your thigh, bringing your attention back to the table. Dio catches your gaze, smiling in a sadistically sweet way. He slides his finger down your thigh, slowly pressing his hand into it. You bat his hand away, crossing your legs while shooting him a death glare.

“Is everything alright, Miss (Y/N)?” George Joestar’s smooth, deep voice brought your gaze towards the other side of the table.

“Yes, Mr. Joestar, everything’s fine!” You lied, intertwining your fingers with Dio’s. Hopefully, that will keep him entertained for now. He was insatiable, as always, but could it at least wait until after dinner?

“So, Dio, how was your week away from home?” Jonathan chirped in, inquiring about his adoptive brother’s life. A silent prayer was made to keep him from saying something obscene in front of his family.

Dio had spent the past week away from home on what they had suspected was a trip for law school or something like that, but in actuality, he had spent most of his time with you in a dodgy hotel. Your nights together were... raunchy? Passionate? What was the word you were looking for-

His hand escaped yours, latching onto your thigh again, making you choke on the water you were sipping.

Lewd. That’s the word he used.

Frustration started to bubble up inside you as you tried to pull him away to no avail. He was so much stronger than you. How many times had he picked you up off the ground or tossed you over his shoulder or thrown you onto the bed before making love to you? Honestly, you had lost count, but the point still stands: there was no way you were getting his hand off of you. You gave in, laying yours over his, linking your fingers again.

The night started to pass with light conversation, mostly about what you did in your free time at home, if you were educated, etc. It was pleasant, actually and the nicest you had seen Dio since the first day at the hotel (he’d only helped you bring your bags in, but still). The hand started to drift slowly towards your inner thigh, then towards your nether regions.

This time you used two hands to stop him, keeping your fingers locked together with one and wrapping around his bicep with the other one. It probably just looked like two lovers huddling together, smiles still stretched across your faces. At least, you hoped that was what it looked like.

When it looked like Jonathan and George were busy in their own conversation Dio leaned into your face, placing a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear.

“You look so good tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine. “I can’t wait, my dear. I need you now.”

The words were hissed, but the smile on his face was still there, deceptively sweet. You shot him another look, perplexed at his boldness. He chuckled, pecking your cheek again. He returned to the conversation, ignoring your worry. His movements were so slight, you wouldn’t have been able to notice them if you weren’t feeling his hand slowly raking up your dress. It slides back to its proper place on your thigh, warm and familiar. That son of a-

Someone walks by and you quickly lean forward, hiding his hand from view. You pretended to be interested in the conversation, flicking your eyes to Dio who grinned back at you. His almost golden eyes sent sparks of excitement through your body. Were you actually going to let him do this? One of his fingers danced along the fabric keeping his finger away from your already sensitive folds, making you shiver.

“Are you cold, (Y/N)?” Jonathan asked, distracting you.

“It is a little chilly, but you’re fine, right?” Dio grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the concern, though.” You pressed yourself closer to him, hoping they would buy it. They all smiled and continued on talking about education, you think. You couldn’t really pay attention with the delicate circles being traced around your privates. Though, they weren’t really private anymore, were they? You felt the cloth being pushed aside slowly. He was right. You couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel either.

The anticipation was killing you. You had only actually been intimate with one another for a week, but he had some kind of spell over you. You were addicted. He could tell you to sit on his face right now and you would do it. His fingers spread your folds apart, not wasting any more time. One delicately traced over your clit once before getting braver, slowly stroking you up and down.

You felt your face getting hotter, deciding to bury it in his arm a little more in an attempt to hide it. Dio let out a breath, trying not to laugh at your eagerness. A second digit was added to your clit, sending pleasure shooting through your nerves. He continued to torture you with a slow pace, never moving his finger from its place.

It was easy to get used to, somehow, and you found yourself able to add to the conversation much to his dismay. Fine, he’d just have to make it harder for you to concentrate. He leaned forward onto the table, giving himself the right amount of leverage to slide one of his fingers inside your warmth, all the way up to-

You let out a gasp, shocked at first, but you had to keep your composure. A quick glance around the table told you they didn’t notice, thank god.

Perfect. He had you right where he wanted you. Deciding to spoil himself a little, he watched you shift, trying to find a comfortable position out the corner of his eye. You tried to relax but didn’t get the chance to as his finger rolled into your g-spot. Quickly, you covered your mouth to hold back the whimper that you knew was coming. If there was one thing you learned in your week together with Dio it was that he would always make sure people knew what he was doing to you.

His finger continued to rock into you, again and again, coaxing the tiniest sounds out of you that you covered with your hand or with food. He felt so good, it should be criminal to be this good. You were getting close, occasionally looking over to him, trying to catch his attention. It never worked. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I think it’s time for us to be going,” George said, with Jonathan nodding afterwards, smiling kindly.

“Will you be returning home with us, Dio?” Jonathan asked.

“No.” He stopped moving, finally. “I’ve still got work here. Thank you for dinner. I hope (Y/N) and I can look forward to more in the future?” The two across the table smiled.

“Of course, it was a pleasure meeting you.” You smiled back at George.

“And you, Mr. Joestar.” Dio was still watching you, drinking in your quivering form. If he hadn’t known better, he would have assumed you were cold or something like that.

Final goodbyes were said as the dinner was paid for. They got up first, making their way towards the doors, leaving you alone with him for a moment. Hazel eyes bore into yours as he slowly pulled his finger out, relishing in the small breath that passed over your lips when his hand was gone. With a devilish chuckle, he lapped up your juices, making a show of it. You panted, leaning into him, so desperate for more.

“The carriage is waiting, (Y/N). Let’s go.” Gently, you were ushered out of the chair. Quickly, you linked arms with him, not wanting to let him go.

As you waited outside, Dio’s coat was wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in his scent. No conversation was had between you, just cheeky kisses and knowing looks at each other. You heard someone call out his name. Upon looking over you saw it was George Joestar, making you panic. He instructed you to wait while he spoke with them, promptly returning to your side a few minutes later, smiling wildly.

“What did they want?” You asked, concerned.

“He just wanted me to know that you looked rather sick and you should retire to bed once I drop you off at home.” A hissed chuckle rumbled through his chest as your eyes grew wide, clearly missing the joke. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you stay in bed tonight.”

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marvel-and-mischief · 4 years

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Tulips

Part of my Floriography Series

A/N: This is a two-parter, Part 1 (titled Tulips) will be a gender neutral reader and Part 2 (titled White Carnation & Violets) will be a female reader with smut.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x GN!Reader Words: 1500 Warnings: inexperienced reader, food/fish descriptions, this is the second fic I have Oberyn feeding you fruit (you’re welcome), they are in a room surrounded by naked people but descriptions aren’t too graphic Synopsis: Oberyn hosts a charitable feast for all of Sunspear. You happen to attend, catching the eye of the Prince.

Tulips: charity

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The magnificent castle of Sunspear had been transformed into an open free for all at the request of Dorne’s favorite son, Prince Oberyn. For three days and three nights the poorest, the richest, and everybody in between were welcome to eat, dance and be merry to their hearts’ content.

The corridors and public rooms were lit with burning lamps hung down from the ceilings, sweet smelling candles lined the windowsills to mask the smell of sweat and sex, musicians played fun, upbeat songs for dancing and slow, sensual sounds later into the night.

By the third and final night the castle was still thriving with full bellies and even fuller hearts, and though Oberyn had been having a good time, tonight he decided to take a step back, remain in the shadows and observe his people.

Oberyn entered the feasting hall late into the night, when most people were too drunk or preoccupied with company to notice his presence. He leaned over the shoulder of a man writhing in the lap of another man, scooped a handful of mixed nuts and berries from a bowl on the table and moved away before he could be tempted to join in. Maybe later, he thought, nibbling on his sweet treats.

He noticed Ellaria in his seat at the head of the table, sharing it with a beautiful woman who was kissing her neck and running her hands through Ellaria’s long, dark hair, just as Oberyn liked to. Her lover for the night was soft and curvy and enthusiastic in her want for the other woman. Oberyn would have nodded his approval to his paramour if she had bothered to look up.

“A goblet, my Prince?” came a voice from behind him. Oberyn slowly swivelled on one foot to see a female servant balancing a golden tray with a goblet of wine on top.

“You shouldn’t be serving,” Oberyn chastised, taking the wine nonetheless and motioning with it to the surrounding people, most of whom were making out with each other.

“It’s not my thing,” the woman said, tucking the tray underneath her arm. She looked like she wanted to leave but wouldn’t dare without permission. Oberyn thought he’d tease her a little more.

“Love isn’t your thing?” Oberyn watched as her eyes widened in thought, feet shuffling uncomfortably.

“Of course I believe in love, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” she whispered, “I prefer my love to be private that’s all.”

Oberyn nodded, a smirk on his lips as he took a sip of wine, swirling the liquid around on his tongue before swallowing suggestively. A light blush appeared on the servant’s cheeks as she followed the movement down his throat.

“Fair enough, little one,” Oberyn sighed, content in his mischief, “but I demand you put that tray down and enjoy this final night, you are the only one not joining in.”

“I’m not the only one,” she shrugged, eyeing a figure sitting on a plump stool in a darkened corner of the room.

Oberyn followed her gaze to see you, legs crossed with a plate of food in your lap. You were paying no attention to anyone but the pile of fish and bread you were tucking into. A curious smile appeared on Oberyn’s face and he immediately dismissed the servant in favor of leaning against a wall in the shadows to watch you.

You never once looked up as Oberyn watched you pick away the bones from the fish to set aside on the plate, licking your fingers and thumbs of the slightly salted flakes that clung to them. Oberyn found that it thrilled him to see you enjoying what his wealth could offer you; he put that food in your belly. There was something about providing something to someone and seeing them take pleasure in it that sent a burst of pride through his body and puffed out his chest. Maybe he should put on more feasts in the future.

You finished your food and stretched in your seat, back arching like a content feline, and let out a sigh that went unnoticed by the distracted occupants of the room. It was only then that you saw him, far enough away that you hadn’t been aware of him paying attention to you but close enough that he laughed at your quiet gasp of shock.

“My Prince,” you whispered in awe, and slight embarrassment. You quickly dropped the plate to the floor so you could stand and give a small bow in greeting, but Oberyn moved at a leisurely pace to guide you back to sit on the stool. He wanted you to relax, to go back to the person you were when you didn’t know he was watching you, uncaring of keeping up appearances, the real you.

“Have you eaten enough? There is plenty more if you are hungry,” Oberyn offered kindly. You looked over to the plentiful dishes of various foods on display at the large feasting table, but you declined with a small shake of your head.

“I have had my fill, thank you my Prince,” you smiled politely but kept eye contact, becoming braver the longer you held a conversation with him.

“Please, call me Oberyn tonight. Have you been here before? I regret, I haven’t seen you,” Oberyn fixed you with a look of scrutiny, trying to place your features. He had been rather busy the first two days of feasting, indulging in both wine and lovers, so he could be forgiven for not seeing you until now.

“My father is the head gardener, I sometimes accompany him to the castle.”

Oberyn nodded thoughtfully, leaning down to take your hand in his.

“I regret this is the first time I am seeing you properly,” you watched as he played with your hand, running his soft fingers along yours and along the lines of your palm. You felt your body relax at his ministrations, the feeling having a calming effect on your beating heart. During the lull in conversation you took the time to map out his facial features, the long nose, the perfect line of hair that ran along his jaw, eyes that seemed dark and piercing from afar were actually soft and round up close. The Oberyn before you was a stark contract to the stories of the Viper you had heard about on the lips of strangers, but confirmed everything your father had told you about his employer; Oberyn was warmth and kindness to those that deserved it.

“Perhaps I can get to know you better somewhere private?”

You stared up at Oberyn, suddenly tongue tied at his suggestion. It’s not that you didn’t want to, but you never had. And now here was an actual Prince propositioning you and you didn’t know what to do. You gazed around at the people in the room in various states of undress, in various stages of making love. You weren’t ignorant of the goings on but you were always too shy to join in lest your inexperience was something to be laughed at or ridiculed.

Oberyn took your lack of response as a sign of nervousness and kneeled down in front of you, your hand still held in his. You locked eyes with him and cleared your throat to speak, but he beat you to it.

“You can say no, I am not in the business of pressuring anyone to do anything they do not wish to,” Oberyn assured you gently, as though talking to a flittering bird that could fly away at any moment.

“I fear you would not be satisfied with me,” you admitted cautiously, deciding to focus your attention on your joined hands.

“Oh, I doubt that very much,” Oberyn smirked. A shock of silver caught his eye, a bowl of fruit on a table to his side and it gave him an idea. He reached over and picked out a plump strawberry, spinning it deftly by the stalk before showing it to you.

You looked at the fruit as he presented it to you, a mixture of confusion and curiosity as he slowly brought it to your mouth. You knew then what he was doing and opened your mouth to take it in, carefully biting into the middle. The juice spurted out, most of it going into your mouth but some of it dripped down your chin. Oberyn hurried forward and traced the juice along your skin before bringing it to his mouth to suck it off his finger, all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

You felt a smile creep onto your lips. You liked this feeling, of being seduced and wanted. Oberyn wasn’t another leery man who wanted pleasure and didn’t care about yours, like those that had flirted with you in the past. This felt exciting and fun and you wanted more.

“Can we go somewhere private now?”

Oberyn grinned at your sudden boldness, threw the rest of the strawberry to the floor and jumped into a standing position, offering you a hand to take.

And take it you did.

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big-tiddie-squad · 3 years

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Spilled Tea

What's up guys! I have been... very very much non existent lately but I was feeling a bit motivated and found some time to start what I may make into a small series!

Maybe idk. Don't expect regular updates cause I'm a terrible person and again writing is not my forte.

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Bangchan!/female!reader

Suggestive/fluff/flirting/friends with no filters/we all have them/ this person knows who they are 😂/ mentions of nswf terms/ swearing

"I just don't know how to be single anymore, it's weird now." You look at your friend, hoping for some solid advice.

Your friend looks you dead in the eyes and with conviction states,

"Be a hoe."

You almost spit out your drink, looking around self consciously, hoping no one heard her. "Wtf man, we're in a cafe?!" You whisper furiously, "Anyways... I don't think I can just go out and be a hoe."

"Pfft. I'd be a hoe for the right people." She says matter-of-factly. "Annnnd I'm sure if the right person that gets you hot and bothered told you to, you'd be bent over the nearest table in a heartbeat. I know you. I've read your fanfics before girl, you can not say some of those kinks aren't yours." Her eyebrow raises accusing.

You stare at her with an open mouth before checking to see if anyone is paying attention. There IS a guy two tables away that could've overheard, but you doubted... wait. Is he SMIRKING?! OH GOD DID HE HEAR!?? No, no, no. "NO... I-... those are just... I- I couldn't be a hoe! I definitely am NOT into any of those kinks or exhibitionism or anything."

Your friend starts gawking at you,"Bangchan is your bias and as of late you've been simping so damn hard for him... you're telling me you wouldn't fuck him if given the chance? You wouldn't let him bend you over a table right now and ruin you?" Her eyes look into your very soul daring you to lie and say you wouldn't. She knows you well... you'd be on your knees for that man in .01 seconds. He wouldn't want for anything.

"I-well-um..." You fumbled for something to say, your face burning bright red, embarrassed to be discussing this in public. You love your friend but damn does this bitch need a damn filter when you're both out in public.

The man snorts and tries to hide his grin. OK. Wait.... this guy is totally listening to your convo. What kind of person listens in on someone's conversation? Especially once they hear any part of the perverse shit coming out of your friends mouth?

He sits in the chair sipping on what appears to be a frozen orange juice. Who drinks an orange juice... slushie... thing in a cafe? Or is it a smoothie? It's a smoothie right? Technically? And why is he wearing sunglasses? It's 6pm and the shop faces away from the setting sun. You study hum a but longer. He has a prominent nose, a nice set of lips, and though he's sitting you can bet he's definitely taller than you. His black jean jacket on a white supreme t-shirt and black jeans look crisp and brand new. He was also wearing a clean pair of black boots and a ball cap. Honestly, he almost looked famous.

God, that'd be my luck to have someone famous looking at me. A stranger is one thing but someone famous? I won't be able to leave my home for months. And thats when you feel it.. like he's staring at you.

"Y/N?... hellooooo... Y/N" gingers snap in front of your face. "Are you even listening to me?" Your friend pouts.

"Oh, um...no, I'm sorry." You apologize still looking at the man, trying to decide if he's looking at you or not.

He holds up his hand, his pretty lips stretch into a grin and wiggles his fingers at you.

Oh.

My.

FUCKING.

GOD!

He chuckles at your panicked expression before standing and making his way towards you.

Your friend notices your eyes getting big and turns to see the handsome man approach, turning around and whispering quickly ,"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU COULDNT BE A HOE?! WERE YOU EYE FUCKING THAT GUY THIS WHOLE TIME??!!" You jolt slightly at how loud she is still even when whispering. (Oh of course NOW she tries to whisper.) Your quick movement knocks the tea to your left and spills it all over the table. It quickly makes its way over the edge as you stand to try to avoid it all and you wind up with tea on both your yellow blouse and blue jeans.

"Shit!" You exclaim before someone hands you a handkerchief. ...what? Who carries a handkerchief these days?

"Here you go. You should be more careful. If that had been hot you could've burned yourself." A delicious Australian accent flows from the person. It seems familiar. You look up slowly and the glasses slide down his nose revealing pretty and expressive brown eyes.

Oh no. Please God no. Who hates you? What did you do to deserve this kind of embarrassment?

Your friend sucks in a deep breath her eyes look between you and CHRISTOPHER FUCKING BANG! THE Bangchan! The very one she said you'd let bend you over a table. THE ONE THAT HEARD HER SAY IT AND LAUGHED.

"We... we were just joking earlier!" You blurt out knowing damn well you face was 50 shades of red and you look down to avoid his humorous gaze to your shirt and begin wiping furiously at the tea stain.

He smiles and his eyes crinkle slightly, clearly amused at how flustered you are.

Meanwhile, your friend has still yet to pick up her jaw, looking like a fish out of water, instead of helping you explain. You hand him his handkerchief back and mutter more excuses for the conversation he overhead.

His fingers find your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to make eye contact. OK. OK. What was the next book? 50 shades brighter or something? Sweet baby rays bbq, this man is handsome. Your head begins to feel fuzzy. "That's too bad." His voice is quiet and sultry, even a little teasing. A heat sparks in you core. God what would it be like to be like to-

He smirks, seeing how your eyes are hooded in lust, pupils dilating, the subtle parting of your soft lips. They looked so ready to be consumed by his. To be sucked, to be bitten. "If your like we can talk more about, how that conversation was actually a joke. I'd love to hear the next excuse to rush past those lips. Hopefully, I can make your skin flush so beautifully again in the future, hm?" With that he pulls out a napkin, (he had a napkin this whole time? Why didn't he give me that to use for the tea spill), and slid it into your now stilled hands.

He walks away with a smile and pushes his glasses back up to hide his smiling eyes. Pulling his cap down, he exits the cafe.

Your friend blurts out emphatically, "WHY DID HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF WHO CARRIES THOSE AROUND STILL?! ALSO WHAT THE FUCK. DID HE JUST FLIRT WITH YOU? NORMAL ME IS TRYING TO SAY HE JUST TEASING YOU BUT HOE ME IS SCREAMING HE WANTS TO FU-"

you snap out of your stupor just in time to slap a hand over your friends mouth before she could finish that sentence. People are now staring, and some are not too pleased with her volume and even less so with what she's saying. "Sorry! She's not from around here." You apologize to those around you. You begin to reach for her hand to drag her out and away from the cafe before remembering the napkin in your hand. You look at it seeing letters and numbers... a name.... and a... PHONE NUMBER?!

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! DID YOU JUST WHEN THE FATE LOTTERY OR IS KARMA LOOKING TO ALSO BEND YOU OVER THE NEAREST TABLE.

"What... why are you looking like a dog who heard the word 'treat'?" Your friend now having calmed down enough to have a volume of a decent level asks.

"He... he gave me his number." You were really getting tired of blushing lately. Surely the blood in your system is exhausted by the constant rushing to and from your face. "Are you gonna call him?" She asks.

What a good question, do you call him?

#bangchan #skz bang chan #skz fic #skz suggestive #christopherbang #christopher fucking bang #chan #stray kids #stray kids suggestive #im not a writer

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seas1mping · 4 years

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Well,,,, i saw that you were in as dire need for twice conteng as I always am and,,, i was wondering if you could perhaps write a short fic based on the/my hc, that twice loves always having something to remind him of his partner on him! (an article of clothing that smells like them, a lil trinket etc) - I mean he just feels like someone who'd unabashedly simp for their s/o and be so soft for them if they stick around despite 'everything', how could he not shower them in love and cherish them to hell and back - being reminded that they absolutely return that sentiment on top of all that just takes the cake! Maybe that lil reminder of his loving s/o even helps ground him or keeps him from splitting even if he's maskless,,, i dunno man I just adore jin so much💕💓❤️

Sorry this took so long to get to!!

Quirk - Storage // Little compartments litter the skin, two on the forearm, two on each leg, and a rotating cabinet built into your shoulder. Takes in your left arm and comes out with a gun, and an arm with some extended pockets, such as a checkbook, a notepad, and a juice box for safe keeping

———

"Twice can I have my shirt please?"

Currently, Jin was acting like a child, sitting there pouting in your shirt while you got dressed.

"But this one smells like you- and you look better shirtless- shut up."

You blushed, going into the closet and pulling out another shirt, hopefully getting to put this one on.

You successfully got ready and when finding after doing your makeup that your boyfriend was curled up in fetal position with a pillow around the shirt he stole, you muttered a "fuckin simp" before taking your leave downstairs.

Kurogiri showed you your plate and you ate happily, getting your orders and placing them in your arm slot notepad, finishing quickly before leaving.

You finished your rounds, buying groceries, scouting potential crimes, checking in on the rest of the world before abandoning it all for the woods.

Jin was gone when you came back, your shirt also missing, along with the necklace hed given you your prior anniversary. You sighed, slouching in a barstool, sipping the juice box in your arm.

"Its not my place to say, but I'm sure Twice would appreciate it if you'd let him have a few of your items." Kurogiri spoke softly, his hands resting on either side of you.

"With all due respect, Dad." You half joked "Jin is not allowed to have my panties."

He chuckled in response, shaking his head "Not the point my dear. He takes your love very seriously, he wants things to remember you in case we're caught."

You nodded, the two of you falling back into comfortable silence.

You were in bed when Jin got home. The necklace still placed under his chain bracelet, his mask pulled up over his nose as he walked towards the room you two shared.

Scrolling through your phone, you lay in his side of the bed, his non hero outfit lazily assembled on your body, the button up not buttoned and the sweatpants loose around your hips, he couldn't help but snort.

"That's way to big for you"

".....What's the point?"

#jin bubaigawara x reader #jin bubaigawara #bubaigawara jin #bubaigawara jin x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha

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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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i love your writing, is it okay if i write a request? could you write about reader taking care of osomatsu maybe during a particularly bad hangover or smth i just wanna take care of him <3

absolutely you can!! this was super fun, I'm a giant Oso simp and just wanna take care of him too aaaaaa

it's a bit on the short side but it's fun, our poor boy is miserable and maybe he'll learn his lesson <3

“So… I’m guessing you’re not ready for actual food yet?”

Said after your poor boyfriend has vomited for the third time this morning, it might be a bit too teasing coming from anyone else. You, however, manage to mitigate it by gently sweeping his bangs back and kissing his forehead.

As much as you know it’s Osomatsu’s own fault in the first place, you can’t help feeling sorry for him. Even if someone makes a stupid decision and drinks way too much, do they really deserve to be knocked on their ass like this?

You’ve seen him with usual hangovers before, almost always with his brothers in the same state after a typical night of beer and oden at their friend’s cart. This is different, though. His brothers dragged him home last night, and Choromatsu told you that Osomatsu was drinking a lot more than normal for some reason. The reason doesn’t matter to you as much as taking care of him.

It was late when they all got back, so you spent most of the night hushing him and cuddling in the spare futon so he could get some sleep. Now that he’s awake, you knew the hangover was coming. It’s hit him pretty hard this morning, leaving him camped out on the bathroom floor. You think he’d be dead asleep if his insides weren’t staging a rebellion in periodic waves.

Anyone else might mistake him for having the stomach flu or something. As it is, you’d classify this as ‘actually sick’, at least in part because of how miserable he looks.

“Oh, God,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. “Food feels risky… mmh… watermelon juice?”

“If you want. Watermelon’s supposed to help hangovers, right? We can give it a shot.” You press another kiss to his forehead before reaching to run the water so he can rinse his mouth out. “Do you wanna go lie on the couch with a trashcan instead of staying in here?”

“Yeah… yeah, I think maybe I’m ready for that. Um. You’ll have to help me, though.”

“Of course, babe,” you answer brightly, tugging him carefully to his feet. He’s weak and quivery against you, so you pull him in for a hug. You’re the only thing supporting him right now, anyway. If he had to walk by himself, he’d buckle under his own weight.

For the third time, you fill a small paper cup, hold it to his lips, tilt it back, and hold him up while he spits it into the sink. He coughs a few times before groaning and pressing his face against your shoulder. There’s a thin sheen of sweat over his face, his expression screwed up in an obvious response to his headache.

You move slowly to open the door and guide him out into the hall. “I’m never drinking again,” he groans despite both of you knowing it’s a blatant lie.

“I’ll remind you next time you say you’re going to Chibita’s with your brothers. No more drinking for Oso-chan!”

He gives you a soft huff, warm air against your neck. “Oh, my God, don’t let any of them hear you call me that. They’ll never let me live it down.”

You can’t help but giggle, leading him into the spare room. Thankfully there’s nobody else in here right now, so maybe he can get a little rest. Even as you lower him down onto the couch, he’s clinging to you for dear life, shaking like a leaf. Your only guess is that he’s probably super dizzy and doesn’t want to let go.

So you let yourself follow, sitting down with him and holding on for a moment. It’s definitely worse than any other day; most of the time he’s content to sip at some water and laze around, using a mild hangover to milk kisses and stuff from you.

Right now, he doesn’t even appear to want to do that. If he’s not playfully grabbing your thigh or whining for something easy to eat, then it must be pretty bad.

“Mmh, my poor baby,” you hum before cuddling him closer. You brush another kiss over the top of his head and let your hand stroke through his hair. “You really feel crappy, huh?”

“Yeah.” And you know he’s gotta be, because otherwise getting him to admit that things aren’t great is like pulling teeth. “Sorry you have to waste your day taking care of my sorry ass. If you wanna go home, Mom is probably fine looking after me.”

You shake your head. “Nah, I’d rather be here with you. Do you think you can let go so I can get your juice?”

He gives you what sounds almost like a whimper, burying his face against your shoulder. “I-I don’t wanna… what if I let you go and then you just… never come back?”

You frown and tighten your hug slightly. “Babe… I’d never just leave and not come back. This isn’t like you… what’s the matter?”

Although you’re sure it’s just you imagining things, you could swear you feel his headache pounding against your skin. Seeing him like this breaks your heart. “I… I dunno. Nothing? I think I’m… y’know, feeling that thing Choro gets all the time… my heart’s racing and I’m all fluttery and I’m just… I feel scared… like I don’t… I don’t want you to leave ‘cause something bad might happen?”

Oh. “Aw. Sounds like anxiety.” You shift to pull him in more, and you can feel his heartbeat. True to what he said, it’s pretty fast. Faster than you’ve ever felt his heart beat before, anyway. “Bad hangovers can make you feel anxious, I think. This is the worst one I’ve seen you have, so that’s probably it. I’ll stay if you want me to, but… I promise if I leave, I’ll be back in a few minutes. And if you’re gonna feel better, you need something to keep you hydrated, so I really do have to get you a drink.”

He presses in against you readily, and his hand comes down to rest on your thigh. His fingers sink into your flesh ― not the lascivious touch you’re used to, but something softer and desperate, a genuine want for you to just be here. “Y… you promise you’ll be back? And it won’t take too long?”

“I promise, sweetie. I’ll go grab you a glass of juice and a glass of water, maybe I’ll say hi to your mom and brothers, then I’ll come back up and we’ll get some fluids into you. Then I’ll cuddle you till you fall asleep. And maybe when you wake up, you’ll feel better. Okay?”

“Mmmmmmh…” His fingers lighten up. “Okay.”

Thankfully, things actually go fairly according to plan.

When you return to the spare room, you find Osomatsu curled up on one side of the couch, and his face brightens slightly when he notices you’re back. Fingers crossed that means the anxiety won’t be a big problem going forward.

You try to alternate between sips of the watermelon juice and sips of the water, pretty much because watermelon is kind of a folk remedy. The water will probably make him feel better than anything else; at least he’s trying, despite the fact that he’s still kind of nauseous.

Finally, though, he draws a line and complains that if he tries to drink anymore, he’s going to burst. So you set both glasses aside and grab a blanket for him before settling in on the sofa. There’s not much else you can do for a hangover, aside from keep him comfortable in whatever ways he seems to want.

As you wrap him up in the blanket, he lays his head on your chest, reaching for your other hand. “Damn,” he mumbles, “what would I do without you, huh? I’m stealing Kara’s line here, but you’re an angel.”

You laugh and rest your lips against his head. “Just be grateful you didn’t meet an actual angel, you stupid NEET. Why did you drink so much last night, huh? You’re lucky you didn’t poison yourself with that much booze.”

“Mmmm, I’m sorry.” God, and he sounds so pathetic, you’re almost definitely going to believe him. “I dunno what I was thinking. Probably just one of those nights I felt like drinking a lot and forgot that hangovers exist. Worst punishment for too much of a good thing ever.”

“Well… try not to do it like this again, okay?” You run your free hand down, from his shoulder all the way to his hip. The gesture seems to soothe him a bit, so you rinse and repeat. “Too much worse than this and I’ll have to take you to the hospital to, like… I dunno, get your stomach pumped or something.”

“Ewwwww.That just sounds gross.”

“Yeah, well, remember that,” you tease before kissing his head again. “Right now just try to get some rest. Sleep will make you feel a little better, then when you wake up we’ll try to get some more water in you.”

He nestles in against your collar bone, and glances up with an exhausted, pleading look. “… And you’ll be right here?”

You give him a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right here.”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Osomatsu #reader insert #hangover #caretaking #my poor boy haha this probably won't make him stop drinking but at least maybe next time he won't drink SO MUCH xD

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azucanela · 4 years

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FIRST KISS HEADCANNONS

[ft. hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi]

SUMMARY: you and the boys have your first kiss and its... well its something.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: second hand embarassment, first kiss stuff, season three spoiler

A/N: why do i always simp for emotionally unavailable men? but i like this it makes me happy aksdhkjsha

HINATA SHOYO

as we all know, hinata is an energetic baby

like really energetic, calm tf down man

anyways there are two possible situations

hinata gets over excited after making a really good spike while practicing with you or maybe he wins a game, and he kisses you.

OR, alternatively, he is blabbering on and on about volleyball and one of his games and you kiss him and hes just like

not experienced, unless you count that one girl in kindergarten.

he is VERY eager and wants to please you so he’ll probably learn pretty fast but it takes him a while to understand what you like because hes slow

but once he gets it?

oh hes got it

Is all over you 24/7 once you two kiss for the first time

VERY affectionate, this is his love language you cannot stop him

unless you say no, he’ll get sad but he drinks his respect women juice

no matter what, when you two first kiss, he is going to be embarrassed, and instead of an orange he will be a TOMATO

he is going to apologize to you, even if you kissed him, it’ll be awkward no matter what

Y/N didn’t know what she expected studying with Hinata to be like, of course she did believe that there would be actual studying. He had started out by telling her how he could absolutely not fail his upcoming tests, or else he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball, and this turned into more talks about volleyball. And more talks about volleyball.

It had been about an hour and they had yet to get anything done.

The way his eyes lit up made her happy, truly. She knew how much volleyball meant to him. When she met him in middle school she saw how desperately to be on a real team, and now that he was its only natural to be excited. Maybe his passion was the reason she liked him so much.

But Y/N really needed him to shut up or else he wouldn’t be playing any volleyball and she would be stuck with his moping. His passion was pretty annoying at the moment.

What better way to shut up your crush than with a kiss?

It had been an accident, truly. When her lips found his in the midst of one of his speeches about volleyball and how great it felt to actually be playing, she genuinely thought it was the best way to silence him. And she was right.

She surged forwards, lips meeting his, barely giving him enough time to respond before pulling back. Y/N’s cheeks warmed as she brought the textbook up to cover her face, “we need to work.”

Hinata’s mouth gaped open.

She kissed him.

Suddenly he’s yanking the textbook down from in front of her face and pulling her forward by the shirt, lips crashing together as she falls forward into his lap with a grunt of surprise. She brings her hands to his shoulders to support herself before pulling away.

This time Hinata is bright red, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I-”

Y/N quickly realized she wouldn’t be comforting him because of volleyball as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

so um

this mans is either gonna be SCARY SMOOTH

this is mostly by accident, completely unintentional but wow

or you kiss him and he thinks he dreamed that stuff up and tries to like pinch himself in the midst of the kiss while you’re there like ???

will blush but only after the fact not during

has not kissed anyone or thing aside from a volleyball

when y’all kiss the first time he is gonna wanna do it again

and again

hes trying to figure out what you like and hes GOOD AT IT

very talented despite never having kissed anyone

a quick study

Would definitely want advice from his teammates on kissing, but no one in his year

they’d all bully him, ahem tsukki

aside from bb yamaguchi he’d be like “you can do this!”

so naturally he goes to the guys who know everything about girls!

Tanaka and Nishinoya :,)

poor bb

they’d tell him all these bad pick up lines but there are also some valuable lessons learnt from observing his seniors like worshipping the ground you walk on just as they do for kiyoko

Y/N was beginning to regret her decision to babysit with Kageyama. Sure, he was cute. And sure he was nice and adorable and awkward. And sure he was her crush, but he was also distracting and she could only watch one child at a time. He’d asked for her help, and she’d agreed, because what could possibly go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

They’d managed to get the kids to sleep, and the baby monitor on the coffee table beside them had yet to make a noise. Kageyama had gone to the kitchen, while Y/N sat on the couch, attempting to relax after having dealt with demons that were referred to as children. She watched as Kageyama entered, two mugs in hand, “hot chocolate.” Is all he said.

Y/N smiles at him, her exhaustion evident on her face as she accepts the cup gratefully, “thanks.” She laughs a little to herself, “of course you like hot chocolate.” She mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.

Kageyama tilted his head at her in response, “what do you mean?”

She places her drink on the coffee table, “well its warm chocolate milk. And you love milk.” Came her response.

He nods in agreement, “I suppose you and milk have something in common.” And Y/N laughs softly at this comment as he sips his milk nonchalantly.

And then it hits her, causing her to choke on her own drink.

Kageyama didn’t necessarily know how to talk to girls, but with her, it was just easy. Like volleyball, being with her felt like Volleyball. Of course, flirting was something Kageyama had never attempted and he wanted to do it right, so naturally he went to get some advice from some of his teammates. He’d never seen Nishinoya and Tanaka look so happy. Luckily, Sugawara had stepped in before they’d done any permanent damage, and here he was.

This was not the outcome he expected as he put his own drink down in a panic, eyes wide as he quickly came to her side, patting her back. She coughs once more before speaking, “I’m sorry what. Did I hear you right because-” She paused, realizing how close they were, his hand on her lower back now and her hand on his shoulder.

Kageyama cleared his throat, “can I.. uh can I kiss you?”

She nearly didn’t respond, voice caught in her throat, but quickly nodded her head when she realized he was awaiting her answer. His other hand came up to her cheek and she met his gaze, nodding once more.

And then they kissed, her hand gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer, though it didn’t last long as they broke apart. Y/N beamed at him, laughing happily as she threw her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, his back fell onto the couch as his hands circled her waist, pulling her closer, a soft smiling forming on his face.

Y/N brought her head up from his neck and pressed another kiss to his lips, hand finding its way into his hair.

“Kageyama, I’m thirsty, could you get me water?”

Kageyama bolted upwards, forehead bumping Y/N’s before she rolled off him and onto the floor, grunting as she made contact and rubbing her likely soon to be bruised head.

“Oh my god-”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

oh tsukki, honey

he’ll probably kiss you first, and it’ll be be SOFT because this mans is SOFT FOR YOU

this time around it’ll probably be you who won’t shut up and he just kinda

goes for it

or when they beat shiratorizawa and hes deemed MVP he is just so excited he just-

if you get the opportunity to kiss him first he will get SO FLUSTERED but he’ll brush it off

his cheeks are bright red but he’ll pretend they aren’t

he asks sugawara for advice

he’s a nervous boy but will deny ever talking to sugawara ever in his life if someone brings this up

just wants you to be his partner :,)

yamaguchi bullies him into confessing calls him a whimp and hes like damn yamaguchi got a spine now? yamaguchi definitely ROASTS HIM FOR NOT TELLING YOU AJKSDH

has probably kissed like one person, he’s a decent kisser that picks up signals really well

is smooth, like screw you tsukki my heart cannot HANDLE IT

emotionally available for you and you alone!! and maybe yamaguchi

If it had been anyone else, Tsukishima would’ve told her to shut up and let him walk home in peace. If it had been anyone he wouldn’t have even been here, he would’ve turned right about two blocks ago and headed home.

But it was Y/N, and he hadn’t turned right two blocks ago, instead he’d taken off his jacket and silently handed it to her when he’d noticed she had been shivering.

And now he was listening to her talk about how stupid their math teacher was and how she was about to fight him for taking a point off even though she had gotten the question right. Her excessive hand gestures nearly hitting him in the face a few times.

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider coming to Karasuno, honestly this man has the audacity to question my academic ability when I’ve been at the top of his class for-”

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider liking you.”

A noise of shock escaped her and she faltered in her steps, stumbling forward and nearly falling flat on her face had Tsukishima not caught her.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open as her hands rested on his biceps, and his on her waist, his brow raised as she looked up at him before looking away, red evident on his cheeks as she smirked. “I could say the same.”

He scoffed, “you just tripped because I told you I liked you.” He leaned closer to her, a small gap separating them, “I’d say you still like me.”

Y/N raised a brow, “you sound pretty confident.”

He smirked, hands around her waist pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. Her hands rising up to his neck, Y/N breaks the kiss, smiling at him. “God you’re such a nerd.”

Tsukishima simply rolls his eyes, flicking her forehead as she yelps.

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

rip you and him 2020

either you kiss him and he freaks the hell out

or he kisses you and immediately starts apologizing for ever being born

either way homeboy is gonna freak out

probably kissed a girl in spin the bottle once and nearly cried because of it, but he has very little experience

would tell tsukishima he likes you and get bullied

if he seeks advice he would probably go to tsukishima even though hes just as clueless he just acts cool its a facade

tsukishima would just tell him to quit freaking out over it

“just tell her how you feel, idiot”

he would probably tell you about yamaguchi’s feelings if he thought you felt the same

would likely prefer to suffer in silence with his “unrequited” feelings, than tell you and get rejected

homie does not think you like him like that

he just doesn’t think its possible for an angel like you to like him

hes perfect and deserves everything and would TREAT YOU RIGHT 10/10 he observes nishinoya and tanaka and FOLLOWS THEIR LEAD

first kiss is definitely awkward but once hes comfortable it’ll get better i swear man his game just give him a chance

Y/N was getting tired of this. How many times had she shamelessly flirted with Yamaguchi? How many times had she practically shoved in his face that she liked him. Sure, she hadn’t said. it up front, but she figured her previous tactics would have some sort of effect on him, and they did, he got incredibly flustered, but there was no sign he understood what she was saying.

So what better way to let him know that she liked him than to kiss him? Thats about as forward as you can be? Right? Right.

As they closed the gym together, she was wondering if maybe this was the best plan. Maybe he didn’t like her back, maybe this would ruin their friendship, maybe it was better to just... not.

Y/N watched as he locked the gym doors, turning to her, “alright, all done,” his freckled cheeks were pink as he continued, “thanks for staying behind to help me.”

She smiled softly at him, nodding, “of course.” Y/N extended her hand to him, “shall we?”

He looked away as he grasped her hand, trying to his the deepening red of his cheeks as she pulled him along for their walk. Or at least, what he thought was their walk, because she yanked his hand, effectively pulling him closer to her and allowing her to press her lips to his.

His brain seemed to short circuit as his eyes widened, and she quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.” She laughed awkwardly as she stared at him, releasing his hand. “We should probably go...” She trailed off avoiding his gaze.

Yamaguchi quickly realized he needed to do something, quickly reaching forward to grab her hand, causing him to stumble and fall, bringing her down with him. He grunted as his back hit the pavement, Y/N falling on top of him, their heads knocking together causing her to groan. He opened his mouth, at a loss for words, as she pushed up on his chest, trying to get up, but he pulled her back down. “What the hell Yamaguchi?”

He swallowed nervously, “can you- do you think you could kiss me again?” He mumbled.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open, though it soon turned into a smirk, “of course I can.”

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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unexpected

tenya iida x fem!reader

[a/n: he’s so cute hehehe 🥺 here’s my first Iida fic, it’s your basic summer trope but...I simp for this man on the daily, I was a little sad to see that there aren’t many Tenya fics out there so I took it into my own hands, this is slightly self-indulgent but other than that, he deserves some love so uh yeah, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Class 1-A just couldn’t take the heat anymore so they begged and begged and begged until Aizawa finally gave in and planned a class trip to the beach.

Today, the girls decided to head to the mall and buy some new swimsuits since wearing the very non-flattering school issued swimsuits would be absolutely terrible. You had gone along since you didn’t really have a swimsuit, you had one from back in middle school but it hadn’t fit you anymore. So far, they had all been able to find one they liked except you. You had been to countless stores but hadn’t really found one that caught your eye but the girls insisted on going to one more store so you could look around. As you looked around, you had started to doubt that you’d actually find one. That doubt was realized when all the ones you had tried on were the wrong size.

Once back in the dorms, Momo had offered to make you one. An offer that you gratefully accepted. You had searched online and showed her what type of bathing suit would be ideal. After thanking her 100 times or so, you had gone down to the kitchen.

“Oh (y/n), You’re back. How was the mall?” I don’t think Todoroki realized how loaded that question actually was. He and Midoriya seemed to have been just chatting, eating snacks. Iida had been making some tea.

“Uhh well it was great, the girls were able to find some bathing suits.” You sat down across from your two friends.

“Is someone wrong? It doesn’t sound like you had a good time?” The freckled boy asked carefully

“I had a good time. It was nice to hang out with the girls but I’m just a little tired.” He nodded understandingly, Shoto had grabbed the packet of pocky and held it out to you in a silent offering. You giggled and accepted the offering, he nodded in approval when you took two of the strawberry flavored biscuits. You had joined their conversation about which pro hero had the best costume, a cup of tea was placed in front of you. Looking up, Iida offered you a small smile before sitting besides you and contributing to the discussion about All Might’s costume. You blew at the surface of the drink before taking a sip. It was black tea sweetened with just the right amount of honey and a bit of milk. You blushed at the fact that he remembered how you liked your tea. Too distracted in your thoughts, you nearly jumped out of your seat when Midoriya called you out.

“You agree with me (y/n), right?” Your eyes widened before you cleared your throat. Iida’s heart started to pound when he could see the mischief in your eyes.

“Well why are we even bothering to discuss All Might’s costume when Endeavor’s is clearly the best. Todoroki. Thoughts?” He had been friends with you long enough to know that you were just pulling his leg.

“Well, as much as I see your point. Why don’t we talk about how Kamui Woods has the worst costume.” Your jaw dropped.

“Okay now wait a second.” He knew that he was your favorite pro. “That’s a little much when someone like...”

Iida gave his 2 cents here and there but he enjoyed seeing you giggle and smile while joking with the other two. He couldn’t really explain why but his heart would pound harder any time you asked for his opinion or the butterflies in his stomach would go wild when you smiled.

Finally, the beach day came. Everyone had woken up bright and early to make sure everything was ready and loading everything onto the bus when it had arrived.

“IF YOU AREN’T IN THE BUS BY 9AM, WE WILL LEAVE YOU HERE! OH YEAH!” Aizawa cringed from beside Present Mic as he made that announcement. That meant that there was half an hour before you guys would leave. You nodded, amazed at the fact that you could hear your teacher while he was still outside. You finished packing your bag before getting changed into your swimsuit, standing in front of your mirror and scrutinizing your reflection. It was nothing to do with the swimsuit itself, Momo had done an amazing job. You were just...insecure. It was a one-piece with an opening at the stomach. It looked cute when you had seen it on the model online but on you, it seemed wrong. It made your thighs look like they were bulging out of the material and the pudgyness of your stomach seemed to be accentuated. Sighing, you pulled on your shorts and tank top before making your way out to the bus. Aizawa crossed your name off the list before you boarded and took a seat beside Ochako. Midoriya and Iida in the seats behind the two of you and Shoto and Tokoyami in the row in front.

Thankfully, the ride to the beach was only about an hour and a half long. Everyone unloaded the bus, as instructed by Iida. The beach was relatively empty so it gave you guys the abilities to claim a huge spot for the entire class. 1/3 of the class had instantly stripped down to their swimsuits and ran to the water. While the rest had set up the tent, some chairs, the volleyball net, or their personal umbrellas. You had offered to share yours with Tokoyami since it was big enough and he didnt seem too keen for on being in the sun too much. Even then, he had still peeled off his shirt and was sat on his towel in nothing but swim trunks as Dark Shadow had made an appearance and started to play with the sand.

You had sat down criss cross on your towel, book in hand. You had put it down from time to time to watch your classmates laughing and having fun. Midoriya had approached the two of you and asked if you guys had wanted to join their volleyball game. You had accepted the invitation but Tokoyami had politely declined. You were on a team whith Shoji, Shoto, Denki, and Shinso. Ochako, Midoriya, Iida, and Sero were on the other team. Mina, Tsuyu, Aoyama, and Momo were watching on the sidelines, cheering for both teams of course.

Halfway through the game and you all took a hydration break but you were starting to feel the heat. Quirks were allowed so with that and the fact that your quirk had to do with fire meant that your body ran warm.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” Shoji asked as he handed you a bottle of water. His question caught the attention of the others as they noticed that your cheeks were a bit more flushed than normal.

“Yeah, why don’t you change into your swimsuit?” Ochako asked, head tilted to the side.

“I-I have it on but well...” you sighed, deciding to be honest. “I’m just a little s-self conscious.” You looked away, slightly embarrassed as the words left your lips.

“Aww (y/n), no!! You’re super cute! Come one, I bet you look great!” Mina grinned encouragingly. “Plus, the girls have seen you pretty much naked before so there’s no need to be shy.”

“Mina!” There were calls of embarrassment from both the boys and the girls.

“You do have a point...” you mumbled to yourself. You walked off to the side and started to unbutton your shorts. All the boys had looked away to give you your privacy. (because they drink their respect women juice every morning)

“O-okay. D-done.” You nervously announced as you handed your clothes to Mina.

“See! I was right!”

“W-whoah! (Y/n), no disrespect but you look hot!” Denki smirked, nodding appreciatively. As the others had started to compliment you, no matter how hard Iida tried to restrain himself, he couldn’t stop his eyes running over your body. More specifically, your thighs. The way they slightly strained against the material of your bottoms made him blush. He couldn’t help but glance at them once the game had started. The way they flexed when you had gone to bump the ball or the slight jiggle they had when you ran for the ball. Don’t get me wrong, Iida likes you for you. Your personality, your kindness, and your intellect were very attractive to him but your body was a definite plus.

Your team had won the game and while Mina, Momo, and Tsu were congratulating you, Mina caught a glance at Iida. He had looked at you, eyes softened, and a blush on his cheeks before looking away.

“Ooh it looks like you’ve caught the eye of mister class rep.” She teased.

“W-what? Mina stop m-messing around like that.” You stuttered, her previous statement was making your heart want to burst.

“It’s true though! Don’t you have a thing for him too?”

“Well yeah but-“ you were cut off by her calling him over.

“Hey Iida! What do you think of (y/n)’s swimsuit? It’s nice right?” Oh how you wished the earth would split open and swallow you whole.

“Y-yes, I do. It’s very flattering (y/n).” His answer made your heart do somersaults. “May I o-offer some advice?”

“Oh uh yeah, sure.” You were a bit confused but wanted to see what we had to say.

“As a young hero, you work hard every day to get stronger and make sure you can be the best hero possible. You should be proud of your body because it’s the fruit of that hard work and well...because you look r-really beautiful. Regardless of what other people may say.” His sudden confession made your eyes widen but before you could respond, he had run off while shouting at Bakugo about the dangers of grilling without proper supervision.

Throughout the day, the girls teased you about your crush on the class rep. Currently, you were drying yourself off after having been in the ocean for a bit. You had wanted to confess to Iida. You had been slowly gathering the courage to do so, the other also helping hype you up.

“Hey uhm Iida. Would you maybe want to get a smoothie with me? From that place up the cove?” You were fiddling with your fingers.

“I would be glad to accompany you (y/n).”

So the two of you had gone off to get some smoothies. Chatting about trivial things as you waited. He had opted for an orange and carrot smoothie while you went for the simple mango smoothie.

“So uhm, before we go back. I h-have something to tell you...” he motioned for you to continue as he sipped at his smoothie. “Right. Well I just-well I...” you sighed, taking a calming deep breath before continuing. “I like you Iida, like uhm r-romantically. I have for a while now and I just thought I’d let you know.” He was silent, still sipping at his drink while processing your words.

“Well that’s a relief. I’ve been figuring it out over the passed couple of days but I have romantic feelings for you as well, (y/n). And seeing as the both of us seem to do relatively well in our normal studies and our hero studies, I could see that balancing a relationship with schoolwork should be relatively doable.” His words stunned you.

“Wait so does that mean-“ You really we’re at a loss for words.

“Yes. It means that I would like to pursue a relationship with you. As boyfriend and girlfriend.” The turn of events made you very giddy with happiness.

“C-could I hold your hand, Iida?” You asked nervously as the two of you walked back. He chuckled and nodded, taking your hand in his.

“I can do you one better.” He had leaned down, noses inches away. “If you’ll allow me to?” You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning forward to close the distance. Lips moving together, it was inexperienced but sweet and soft nonetheless. Both of you a blushing mess as you pulled away. The rest of the class cheering from a distance as they watched the exchange.

Later on that night, during the bonfire, the both of you sat next to each other. Having already changed into some sweats to protect yourself from the cold, he had let you wear his navy blue hoodie since you were still shivering. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around your waist, relaxing when you had moved closer and snuggled up to him. He watched with a soft gaze as you joked around with Shoto and the others and partaking in eating some s’mores. The way your cheeks puffed up as you gave him a tight lipped smile, mouth full of the concoction of gooey marshmallows and chopped made his chest feel fuzzy and warm.

Even as he held you close, as you nuzzled into his chest because the ghost story Tokoyami was telling was a little too scary for you, he still couldn’t believe that you had reciprocated his feelings. The girl that he had his heart set on since the second week of school was now his girlfriend. It was times like these that made him expect the unexpected.

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