#this has no proper punctuation though because i could not be fucked

[rosyjuly]

Dear Senior Research Fellow July,

Could we the people have some behind the scenes thoughts about the things that happened in WTB Mick’s miserable day to make him say this:

“I could smell you all day,” Mick tells him. His grip on Seb’s hips is so tight it’ll most likely leave his brand there for days. Good.

“Well, I wasn’t wearing blockers,” Seb says, just to be difficult. “What did you smell?”

“That you were angry,” Mick says right into his ear. “And so, so wet,”…

this picks up on a lot of themes from your lovely lovely mick's pov ficlet, please everyone help yourselves to that too!

the door slams closed behind sebastian. 

the impact of his fist on the cushion of the massage table isn’t satisfying: it doesn’t help the hot fury rolling in his stomach, but he can’t risk fucking up his hand with punching the wall. mick wants to scream, wants to do something, anything, that will quieten the storm in his chest. 

he stays in his driver’s room for another five minutes, carefully doing breathing exercises, but he can’t stop seeing seb’s face when he closes his eyes, how his mouth dropped open in shock, the minute flinch of his whole body. how he tilted his head to snap at mick–

at least you couldn’t knock me up.

not for a lack of wanting, not on mick’s part– but they haven’t talked about seb’s heat since it passed. it would be unbecoming of mick to bring it up. and anyway, he thought that with the end of the season approaching, they’ll have time to discuss it. seb keeps saying it: that he’ll have all the time in the world, that he’ll have to figure out what he wants to do next. there’s something soft in his smile when he says that, something almost shy, his eyes sweeping down on mick’s body. 

he finally goes downstairs a good ten minutes later after splashing some cold water on his face and neck. before he even makes it out of the hospitality, someone takes ahold of his arm. 

“i don’t need to know what just happened,” laura says, the dictaphone tucked under her elbow. “but you need to go back upstairs and put your blockers on.” 

mick doesn’t argue.

later, he’s out on the tarmac with gary, fussing over the front wing, when three figures dressed in teal come out to the pitlane from the aston garage. for once in his life, mick wishes it was lance. but it’s seb, whose eyes settle on him for a few seconds, his face tense and carefully blank. 

before mick can raise a hand in a wave, seb turns to mikey. mick gulps at the clear dismissal, clears his throat before looking back over at gary. 

“alright?” gary asks mildly. he’s too kind to say anything but there’s no way he didn’t pick up on it. 

“sure,” mick nods. he almost says something dumb, like peachy, but he feels too taut to try to joke. 

the wind picks up, bringing closer the tenors of seb’s laughter, easy with everyone else today, apparently. mick sighs, takes a deep breath to center himself, except– except he swears he can pick up on the now familiar bright notes of seb’s scent. it wasn’t even half a day that they spent together, seb’s heat breaking a few hours after midnight, but mick doesn’t think he could forget it even if he tried. he bites his lip, looks over at seb. but he’s still turned away, gesturing with his whole body, so it might be just mick’s rut that’s playing a trick on his mind. seb isn’t in heat, he couldn’t be, so there’s no reason for mick to smell him like this. it hasn’t even been a fortnight just yet. 

except he smells seb again when he goes to do media duties. the intensity of it makes his mouth water pathetically; he has to gulp a few times to collect himself, to stop thinking about the way seb tasted, all pink and glistening, offering himself to mick, languid in his want. he can just barely see seb where he’s talking to carlos, the lines of his shoulders tenser than usual. mick lets laura lead him to the media pen, gets into the mindset of the driver they want to see. these interviews are just becoming more and more excruciating as the season progresses, the ultimatums of steiner looming over him. 

the fifteen minutes feel like a lifetime. seb is inside the building now, but it feels like he’s pressed close to mick, the soft fuzz on his forearms brushing against mick’s, the ghost of the hot puffs of his breath raising the hair on mick’s nape. it’s torture to feel seb’s desire so physically, that he’s hungering for it, to know him wanton and desperate. 

seb hasn’t offered to help him with his rut. mick didn’t ask him, of course: he doesn’t want to make seb feel like what they have is only sex or a convenience. it’s only a few weeks now until seb makes his final lap as a racing driver, something mick still dreads; but he thinks that the next chapter that seb’s been talking about will have space for him, too – something soft and promising that he felt when they woke up the morning after seb’s heat. seb’s sweet smile, the shade of his lashes, the gentle trail of his fingers on mick’s arm. 

he’ll tell sabine to cancel the service when he gets back to his driver’s room. he doesn’t think he could touch someone else without recoiling.

[fairyhaos]

How To Fucking Write: a guide by fairyhaos

[masterlist]

this post details:

DIALOGUING INTERESTINGLY

hi gays and gals! the first post on starting and pacing a story did really well, so "how to fucking write" is back, with yet more advice and tips for everyone ^^ please feel free to let me know if there's something you want me talk about, because i'll be more than willing to see if i can help. also a reminder that i have a taglist for this series as well, and please reblog if you find this helpful :)

# - HOW TO DIALOGUE.

.. bullet point one : grammar

okay guys, as a native english speaker, i'll be the first to tell you that this language fucking sucks in terms of its grammar, but when it comes to dialogue, understanding how it works even to some extent will help you branch out and vary the way you write dialogue, which makes it so much more interesting.

with dialogue tags (said, asked, etc) if the punctuation mark in the dialogue is not a ! or ? then it should be a comma.

example : [junhui + castle]

as you can see in the first line, a comma is used rather than a full stop, because the sentence hasn't been finished yet. there's a dialogue tag, ('you correct'), that comes after it. and since the pronoun 'you' isn't a proper noun (i.e. a name) then it shouldn't be capitalised, because, again, the sentence hasn't been finished.

with action tags however, (he smiled, he stood up, etc) then it should be a full stop.

example : [i just made one up bc i don't use this a lot lmao]

"I disagree." He stood up, and walked over to close the door. "This isn't safe. You shouldn't go alone."

and now, since there is a full stop, it indicates that the speech is a sentence all by itself. that means the next word ('He') ought to be capitalised.

but the key part when grammar-ing dialogue in order to make it interesting depends on where you put the action and grammar tags.

if you constantly have lines that are just:

"dialogue," he said.

"dialogue," she said.

"dialogue but a bit longer," he said.

... then it can get repetitive, and annoying. by varying your dialogue structure, it can create more interesting dialogue.

example : [minghao + password]

there's a variety of dialogue and action tags being used with each line of dialogue, preventing everything from sounding too repetitive.

the first line starts with a normal sentence, and an action tag. the second is a standalone line of dialogue with no tags. the second has the action tag in the middle of the dialogue. and the last has a dialogue tag in the middle of the dialogue.

by varying the ways in which you write your dialogue, it makes everything a lot more interesting.

.. bullet point two : verbs and adverbs

the easiest way to make dialogue interesting, though, is to use fancy words.

this can be by replacing 'said' with a range of other dialogue tags (see this really comprehensive list for a whole variety of different words), but i'd advise against overusing these. 'said' is your friend! it's the invisible dialogue tag, helps your reader read through your dialogue in comfort, but of course, if you wanna add a nuanced way of describing the dialogue, then replacing 'said' is the easiest way to make your dialogue interesting.

but don't overuse these. for me, i'd focus on action tags and adverbs.

use interesting adverbs that add description to how a character is saying something can go miles. and using action tags that break through what could have been a long section of characters just talking? it helps so much.

i'd recommend having onelook thesaurus open as you write. you don't have to type in just words: phrases, the overall vibes of the word you're thinking of, all of that can be typed into the thesaurus and they'll provide you with pretty good results each time.

it also really helps when you've forgotten a word and can only remember vague bits of what the word should feel like.

.. bullet point three : voices

the best way, however, is ultimately to create a character. write a personality for them, bring them to life, think about the way in which they would talk and then put that down onto paper.

it's difficult, perhaps the most difficult to do, because it's also so tricky to advise someone on how to do this. it's all about the character you want to create, the personality you envision for them, and the only person who can fully write that is you.

however, i would find a few 'ticks' of theirs and use them as indicators in your writing.

for example, in my seoksoo long fic, seokmin's tick is that he always "chirps" what he's saying. and beams. a lot. this identifies his character, makes him unique(ish), and establishes his personality and differs him to the other characters.

but ultimately, it comes down to word choices, when you're writing a character voice.

like, your character describing something with elegant, floral language vs them going "this is so pretty". or perhaps making them stumble over their words when they're panicked vs them simply just going silent when they're flustered.

it's about being specific. about making choices with your words that would have english teachers analyse and unpick your writing, hundreds of years later.

(even if it's fanfic. especially if it's fanfic: because who knows how many fans may join your fandom in the next few years?)

... and that's it ! if anyone has anything else they want advice on (how to structure, how to write dialogue, how to plan etc) then just shoot me an ask, because i'd love to help however i can :)

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[starlitmark]

Summary: You knew your best friend was kinky, but this was not the way you expected to gain the knowledge. Pairing: Yeosang x fem!reader Tropes: non-idol au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: slightly mean dom!Yeosang, restraints, choking, head pushing, light manhandling, gagging, clitoral stimulation, oral (m receive), cum swallowing Word Count: 823 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @anyamaris​ Special Tags: @kwanisms​ @yoongurt​

Eight of Swords ➾ handcuffs, rope, choking, gagging, swallowing, head pushing, throat

“I take it back.” you moan.

“Do you?” Yeosang asks with a chuckle in his tone.

You tug your wrists; they don’t move, though. He has your hands bound together with a crimson-colored rope, an additional rope connecting you to the headboard. He gives a particularly punctuated thrust that makes you release a string of whines. His hand grip onto your hips harshly, pulling you back against his thrusts each time. He leans forward so his chest is pressed up against your back.

“You’re taking back those comments about me being a shitty lover?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, “And the ones about not knowing how to please a woman? Though, I think I’ve proven that latter comment wrong on my own. Given that you’ve already fallen apart twice because of me before I even got inside this tight little hole.”

You can’t formulate any proper response. Your mind is completely and utterly flooded with Yeosang and nothing else. You feel him everywhere, and the scent of his cologne surrounds you. Even with him pressed against your body, he fucks you at a pace that makes you see stars. You can’t see him, but you know he looks ethereal with his dark hair falling in his eyes. The way his muscles are lightly sheened with sweat. You’re thankful in a way that you can’t see him. You might’ve combusted if you were facing him. You aren’t aware of how loud you’re being until Yeosang grabs your hair and shoves your face into the pillow below you.

“If you get any louder, you’ll earn us a few noise complaints. We can’t have that, can we?”

You try to shake your head to respond. It doesn’t work very well, though. As with everything about your best friend, though, you can’t predict what he’s planning. He pulls out of you fully and removes himself from being pressed against you.

“Yeosang,” you whine, “what’re you-”

“Be patient, brat.”

He grabs you by the waist and flips you over as if you weigh nothing, and immediately starts fucking you at that same rough pace again. He chuckles lowly in your ear again as one of his veiny hands trails up your body, over your chest, and settles around your neck.

“Are you comfortable with me choking you?” he asks breathlessly.

“Please,” you moan, “I’ll take anything you give me.”

His fingers tighten around your throat as he fucks you mercilessly. You’re definitely being too loud again, but you could not care less if you got a noise complaint over this. You’re having the best sex of your life. Your eyes roll back, feeling how he rails you into next week, combine with the sensation of him choking you. He sits back further, fucking you at a slightly different angle that only makes the orgasmic feeling swell more inside you. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, and he smirks at you, able to read you like his favorite book.

“Go on, cum for me. I know you want to.”

“Yeosang, d- don’t be cocky-” you interrupt yourself with a moan when his free hand shoves your thigh and finds its way to your clit “Fuck, Yeosang, please.”

“What was that?” he asks with a condescending tone.

You don’t respond, and your third orgasm takes over your body. You feel like you’re no longer on earth as you ride through your high. It’s absolutely mind-shattering, just like the other two were. As you come down from your high, you finally register Yeosang talking to you.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Can I cum down your throat, pretty?”

“Yeah,” you breathe.

The next moment, your best friend is no longer inside your abused hole. Now he stands beside your face, and you let your mouth fall open. He wastes no time thrusting into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him, and it only serves to work you up again, knowing that he’s using you however he pleases. He fucks your throat for a bit, making you gag around him. He grips your hair again as he holds himself still, fully inside your mouth. He cums down your throat just as he said he would. You keep your eyes on him. He looks absolutely stunning with his head bowed forward, dark locks of hair falling in his face as he experiences his orgasm.

When he pulls out of your mouth, you let him see how the remnants of his cum sit on your tongue. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you close your lips, swallowing the last bits of it. He scoffs in disbelief before untying you, gently moving your arms. He then helps you sit up. He holds your chin, then runs his thumb over your lip, gathering the smallest bit of cum left on the skin there. You wrap your lips around the digit, holding eye contact with him the whole time.

“Good girl.”

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[rvb-is-gay]

Final Thoughts on RVB Restoration

(note that i did not bother with proper punctuation here and additional thoughts may be added later)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT:

wow. i have A LOT to say about this

first, lets start with the things i really liked about this finale:

red team fight scenes. simmons and grif fighting the meta was so good, especially simmons being SO BADASS. simmons stans were fed well. i always love seeing the reds and blues fighting, even if theyre not good, as opposed to freelancers fighting

caboose did a lot and i think had some solid development (as much as he could get in only an hour and 25 mins, at least) and it seems like they made him less dumb?? which is fine with me, it almost seemed like he matured. i also kinda liked seeing caboose being thrown around and beaten up cause it HURT ME SO MUCH but i love being hurt (i love caboose this isnt meant to be an insult to him). it was also just so surreal seeing caboose actually being hurt in an animation because he always managed to avoid major beatings like that before. him and tucker having a brief moment together was soul crushing and i wish we couldve had more of that

tucker being influenced by the meta has been a thing since the s13 finale and seeing it actually happen was really cool

tex being brought back was kind of a meh thing for me. i think everything tex related shouldve just been left in s10 because that season really wrapped it all up nicely. i did enjoy having her back, though, just for the sake of her as a character cuz i love her. and her and church together was so fucking cute and heartbreaking

sarge dying to save caboose was obviously fucking SADDENING but also sweet in a way cause i love caboose being the honorary red member. he loves his blue son

again, simmons being a badass was so fucking good

the grimmons scene with grif saying "come with me" was romantic as hell 😭😭😭

churchs gay little pose

chex scene with tex holding churchs hand was so gjfHDJSAFKGHSDJFSDFKAS GODDDDD THIS M/F SHIP HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

now, the things i DIDNT like:

really unfortunate that the movie/season was only 1 hr 25 mins. it really limited what they could do with the plot and characters, but i understand if it wasnt possible for RT to do more due to warner bros for example

churchs whole youtube video thing was kinda funny but also dragged on for too long and was the perfect example of "show dont tell" NOT being implemented

a lot of stuff felt ooc, like how the reds didnt wanna help caboose at all. the beginning with epsilon showing up was understandable with how they didnt want to get involved, but later on the ship they just leave caboose to be choked out by the meta? THAT part didnt feel like the reds at all. grif also for some reason was so fucking mad and yelling a lot? idk where all that came from? it was so random like grif chill dude 😭

wash just being stuck in a mental hospital for something we dont even find out about until the end, which in a story sense isnt inherently bad obviously and can really add to the narrative, but in this case it just felt so confusing and like it didnt make sense. why would carolina and the reds and blues just let that happen to wash? not to say that getting help with mental health is bad or anything, just what i mean is they dont seem to care that hes gone or anything and dont visit him and hes treated like hes crazy the whole time hes in the hospital

479er being alive was really awesome, but it came out of nowhere (i understand that this is also probably due to the runtime restraint)

WHERE THE HELL WERE DONUT AND LOPEZ THE WHOLE TIME???? lopez showed up once and donut was in a 5 second thought bubble from simmons? the FINAL season of rvb and they dont even have the full crew of characters fighting together one last time? nobody talked about them at all? come on guys

the beginning with the convention was just really unnecessary and boring

why does nobody seem to care that TUCKER IS MISSING WITH MAINES ARMOR?? it feels like everyone just got brainwashed to forget about all the years they spent being friends

what was the deal with the covid jokes 💀

sarge wouldve never let himself die to a blue

doc just dies offscreen and its only vaguely mentioned at the very end and just happened out of nowhere, almost as an excuse for wash to not be present during everything with the meta?

where the hell has carolina been? she was never mentioned once until she showed up at the end

why why WHY did GRIF LEAVE??? i know season 15 was retconned, but the fact that he CARES ABOUT HIS FRIENDS and doesnt actually want to leave them unlike what he says shouldnt have just been forgotten about. AND SIMMONS JUST DOESNT WANNA GO TO EARTH TO VISIT? HELLO THIS IS NOT THE SAME GRIF AND SIMMONS WE'VE BEEN WITH ALL THESE YEARS. wheres that tweet saying "found family separating after the journey is bs" cause thats how i feel about that. 21 years spent building up these amazing relationships between these amazing characters just for them to seemingly not give a shit about each other?? is simmons just alone in blood gulch with tucker and caboose now?? 💀💀💀

i understand because he was the meta, tucker didnt have control, but it was still unfortunate to barely have any tucker this season

i understand that the meta was a threat to everybodys lives, but it feels like everyone was just ok with killing tucker to be able to kill the meta. it wouldve been so much better and angstier if they were having difficulties with it because thats their friend

why did one have to show up. i dont really have anything personal against her as a character or anything but i wouldve really preferred any and all things related to zero to just be wiped off the face of the planet

the music was just terrible. really unfortunate they wouldnt have trocadero return :( it felt so unnerving having this weird stock music playing whenever people were just standing and talking. throughout all of rvb, 99% of the standing talking scenes never had any music so this was so bizarre

some animated scenes looked really off, idk if it was just me

one personal gripe i have that doesnt actually really matter that much to the overall season, but it really bothered me, is that that IS NOT HOW THE BUBBLE SHIELD WORKS!!! i think technically we've never actually seen the bubble shield be entered or exited on screen so i guess you could argue that it works differently from how they work in halo? idk still bothered me

this season in general just felt like an AU?? even 15 through 17 felt more real as seasons of rvb than this did, and i HATED season 16, so thats saying something

and of course, grimmons. big congrats to RT for the longest queerbaited couple in i think tv show history. this one really pisses me off the most because just. how. theres a difference between a queer ship existing because people like it, and a queer ship existing because there was actual subtext and clues and their relationship is written so perfectly and its been around for so long that so many queer people came to really love and identify with it in spite of how shitty they were treated. idc, grimmons is canon in all of our hearts, fuck that

a great point from mod janae: the whole point of rvb, which aiden price even talks about, is that they come together as friends/family and even though they individually suck, together they can do anything, and a better ending wouldve been not to bring back tex carolina or even wash but to have gotten all the reds and blues back together to stop the meta. it was never about being the strongest but about working together

in general, i did not like the season. it had a few things i liked, but obviously the cons outweigh the pros here and so overall, i hated it. i mightve hated it even more than season 16 which is insane because ill fight tooth and nail for why season 16 is such a catastrophe. really disappointing that this is how rvb ends. i wouldve much preferred a cheesy "friendship defeats the bad guy and saves the day" ending because that IS what rvb is to a degree. anyways i understand how GOT fans feel now

[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Valentine’s Don’t (Part 1)

Synopsis: Richarlison is in a developing relationship when he forgets a very important day for romance.  

Disclaimer: This is fiction. 

HeungMin Son- Son, Sonny, HeungMin

Richarlison --Richy, Pombo

Richarlison is panicked. He is more panicked than the time he thought Neymar and Vinicus heard him touching himself in the Brazil National Team showers–at least then he had an excuse because he had seen them all leave the locker room.  No, this time there is no excuse and he is a billion percent sure that Y/N wouldn’t accept any even if he had one. 

In his VERY new relationship, he had already fucked up. Richarlison cursed himself aloud. 

“You had three fucking couple days to remember– Y/N’s birthday, our future anniversary, and fucking Valentine’s Day. I’m so fucking fucked. FUUCCCCCCKKKK!”  Richarlison started mumbling but ending with a loud yell and punctuated by throwing his spikes into his locker startling his teammates. 

HeungMin “Sonny” Son slow approaches the angry Brazilian. “Are you okay?” The South Korean asks softly. 

Richy sits down and buries his head into both of his hands. Though he responds, the sound is muffled and Sonny can not understand. Son squats down next to the clearly upset Brazilian. 

Richarlison lifts his face, Sonny is taken aback by the tears in the normally playful forward’s eyes–it doesn’t make sense when they had won the game and Richy himself had scored twice. 

“I fucked up, Sonny. I fucked up so fucking bad. I didn’t realize today is  Valentine’s Day until Katie came onto the pitch with that stupid Valentine’s crown. I’m so fucked.”  Richarlison gasp out before hiding his face again.

It clicks quickly for HeungMin.  The Brazilian had only started seeing Y/N  three or fours weeks ago, and they weren’t official yet. Despite not having met the woman to steal the flirty forward’s heart, Sonny knows Richy cares for her deeply and wants to please Y/N.  For Richarlison to not acknowledge her on Valentine’s Day even if they weren’t official yet could ruin the entire possibility of a proper relationship with the woman. 

“Shit happens, Richy. Did you text her yet and apologize? Maybe plan something to make up for it when we are back in London?”  Son suggest. 

Richarlison sighs and lifts his head again. As he wipes the wetness from his cheeks, Richarlison responds.  “I only realized a few minutes ago. I will text her now. I’ll have to plan something on the plane.” 

The Brazilian takes out his phone and tries writing a heartfelt apology. It takes him 10 tries before he crafts a message he thinks conveys at least a little of his sorrow. 

 Several hours later, Richarlison finds himself on the team’s plane to London. His seatmates, Sonny, Emerson Royal, and Harry Kane are all enjoying their meals while Richarlison pushes the food around with his fork. 

Emerson and Harry both glance at Son having witnessed him talking with Richy earlier in the evening. The South Korean shakes his head subtly.  

“I can see you, you know.” Richarlison mumbles at the stupidity of his teammates. 

“Glad your eyes function, mate. Now, want to share your troubles with the rest of us?” Harry asks. 

Richarlison tilts his head to the side indicating for Sonny to share the issue. The Korean National Team captain gives the two a quick overview of the situation. 

Emerson’s eyes widen as he listens. He had met Y/N once very briefly and could see  that Richy really liked her. It surprises him that his amorous friend could forget such a romantic day. The question is on the edge of his tongue, but before he can ask, Pombo reads his mind. 

“Y/N nunca mencionou isso, e tenho estado tão ocupado com o treinamento que nem notei a data. Se fosse comemorado como o do Brasil, acho que teria lembrado. Caralho!” Richarlison responds to the unspoken question. 

(Y/N never mentioned it, and I've been so busy with training that I didn't even notice the date. If it was celebrated like Brazil, I think I would have remembered. Fuck!)

“I forgot Katie’s birthday once.” Harry blushes. 

Sonny, Richy, and Emerson’s heads all snap in sync toward Harry’s directions. 

“I’m sorry. Did you just say you forgot Katie’s birthday once? Katie? As in the woman you have been dating since you were sixteen? That Katie?” Sonny gawks. 

Harry blushes but decides to tell the embarrassing story in hopes of helping the dejected

Brazilian. 

“Yeah. The year she got pregnant with Ivy. Things had been really rough with injuries for both me and the rest of the guys. We had just had a lot of our staff quit. I was so overwhelmed with team stuff that I didn’t even realize it was the week of her birthday until 3 days AFTER her birthday when my mum called to ask if we had plans for the following weekend. It was my first Sunday off in a while then I was going to have to be back on the road for away games; so, I told her I was going to have a rest. I remember telling me mum this and her pausing. She asked me when we celebrated and I asked what we were celebrating. She thought I was joking for a minute, but when she realized I wasn’t, she said Kate’s birthday and my entire life flashed before my eyes. I checked my phone’s calendar at least 3 times before I accepted that I had missed her birthday. I get so nauseous thinking about it, but I know it had a good outcome because not only are we married but that was when we got pregnant with Ivy.” The vice-captain explained with a wink. 

Richarlison stared at his friend for a second before he responds sadly. “I’m glad she forgave you, but this is different. You and Katie had been together for years by then, and she was use of the football life. Y/N still cringes when I take her to nice restaurants because of the price.” 

“Somehow I don’t think that has to do with the football life– I think she probably cringes because she doesn’t like you spending that type of money on her.” Sonny mumbles. He may not know Y/N but everything Richy has shared with him suggest the woman is not interested in his money in the least. 

Before the two can debate the topic, Harry interrupts them. “If she is meant to be with you, Richarlison, then she will be understanding that one mistake does not represent how you feel about her. Apologize, plan something lovely and romantic to show her you care, then ask her to be your girlfriend, because if I have to hear you pine over her any longer, I am going to call her and ask her for you.” 

Sonny and Emerson laugh knowing Harry is serious while Richy shrugs and checks his phone.

Zero notifications.

[thefuseoftemptation]

EDDIE WITH GN READER WITH ADHD OR AUTISM

Both? Both. Thanks for the request!!!

A/N: I’ve got both, so whatever is there is based from what I know of it because well, I have it. These are thoroughly general but some are based from what I go through, so just to let you know.

WARNING(S): cussing, brief stereotypes from others that they put, mentions/implied bullying, not much else? Let me know though if there are more.

. . .

Let me just tell you, Eddie has both so— let’s get to it. (There’s so much here). I tried to section/ label them into two but then I fucked that up so it’s sort of out of order.

Whether you’ve known him or you just met, your by each others side often. 

Just met? It was either through one of your hyper-fixations or someone was bullying you.

If it was through a hyper-fixation, one of you probably went up to the other when they saw. You might expect it to be Eddie but it was you honestly. You overheard him make some reference and you couldn’t leave without telling him something. Might’ve even interrupted him without even knowing.

Expect him to look at you with a parted mouth, his brows pulled together as he’s taken back that you knew what he was talking ‘bout.

“You know [where the reference is from]?” He gets up before pointing at you with his fore and end finger.

“Uh huh.” Punctuation on the latter word. And you pull out a chair and seat yourself next to him.

Cue you two talking for quite some time. Getting into the conversation as you both gesture. 

Honestly for you, it depends when it comes to talking— because you either talk too much or too little.

If one of you was bullied, then the other would’ve stepped in. Most likely Eddie.

It becomes instinct as time goes, not just because you both understand each other but because you’re never not together. You got the others back no matter what— even if you guys tend to be unsure sometimes or even threatened too.

There is too the hc of you two meeting by being partnered. Your both in class but neither of you are really listening. So when it comes to being set up, your both trying to put together the little you got from the instructions or you totally forget that you’re supposed to be working and are just talking.

The two of you sort of struggling when it comes to school. Whether it’s because you could never focus or because you were a little slow, it shows through your progress. It happens.

Expect to be stereotyped often. Teachers thinking you guys are just being typical students, typical teens (well not really Eddie since he’s in his twenties but forget that) where you’re just not listening and ‘choosing’ not to do it.

Or even just in general, wherever you’re at. Others are quick to put in their thoughts without even getting to know you. Or know that you’re not doing it intentionally. They should just put a foot in it.

Often being told that you’re too forward or literal, which people presume as you not having manners. ( I repeat, it’s NOT the same for everyone. These are typically what’s said to me or how I’m viewed. Those below too.)

Sometimes not quite getting subtext. It’s not all the time, you just every once in a while, you struggle to try and see the way it’s put. 

Trying to understand other’s feelings. Mostly on your part. Unless it was verbally stated, you won’t fully know. Non-verbal you struggle w/ a little more. Eddie though is more tuned w/ them.

Not using the ‘proper’ cues sometimes. 

Like the other day, when you were w/ Eddie. You met his Uncle who you hadn’t met before and when he went to greet you, your response to it was a nod and then ‘thanks.’ 

Or even Eddie too. He never quite understood or he does but would forget how often he gets in people’s faces. Unintentionally.

Not using the ‘proper’ tone either. Like where your tone doesn’t sync w/ your current mood.

Eddie would look at you w/ furrow brows as you talk.

“You okay?” And you just cock your head at his query.

“Mhm. Why?” As you follow in step with him and he just shrugs. “Nevermind.”

Not quite getting hints.

[cue reader not seeing the way Eddie is w/ them.] The guy is a total goner for you. Utterly so. 

Everyone knows of his feelings for you, except for well, you.

You guys are there for each other through everything. Trying to lend a hand wherever it may be.

Reference, if you’re stimming (especially in a case where it’s severe) and someone tries to stop you? NO. Eddie would more likely try to put himself between you and the unwelcomed person trying to touch you.

He might try to distract you too. He’s subtle with it.

You guys stim together. If you’re stimming, it triggers Eddie’s sometimes. And it’s the other way to. If he’s stimming, you stim.

Or if it’s for sensory sensitivity, getting the other out of there and then leaving them to settle.  

And if you got low tolerance to sensory that is. Where even the smallest to your senses can be extreme.

There was one time you felt lightheaded because of the lighting and then w/ the sounds that were there, it made your head hurt more. The overload was too much. So Eddie, pulled out his headset and put them on you.

Hyper-fixating together. Or talking ‘bout your hyper-fixations to each other. Eddie would be talking your ear off on the current campaign and then you’d go on ‘bout your interests. Both of you listening to the other. Sometimes even talking over each other or out of turn but it’s not intentional. You guys just get so into it sometimes. 

You’ll be duding each other every time one of you says something that just really peaks

“DUDE?!” “I KNOW—”

Eddie being there for you when your masks fluctuates.

It takes so much out of you so he’s constantly there to check on you.

When you feel your mask sort of failing, you tend to stutter, use less words or just go completely quiet. And you’ll more likely try to communicate non-verbally. It also means eye contact is out the door. So, Eddie will help you through it or change the subject of the conversation in order to get you out from under the constant stares.

If he’s not there, like say you’re at work or in classes, you’ll handle it but when you see him later— he has his arms extended out waiting to pull you into his chest. He knows. 

When Eddie’s nerves get to him, his eyes go everywhere. He stutters or in some cases just shoots out words to the point where you’re not sure what he’s saying.

You’ll take his hand in yours and rub it or link your fingers, letting him know you’re there. You got him. Nothing would happen to him as long as you’re w/ him.

When one of you can’t keep still (it’s a stereotype but what I’m referring to is when your not focused) the other would touch them in some way. Hands, squeezing the knee, back rubs, even holding out your end finger.

Or just talk. It helps and keep you guys close to the other. Plus, that’s when one of you tells the other more than they should. Mostly Eddie. He’s lowkey nosey or just happens to ‘overhear’ something and tells you later.

Like I stated before lending a hand whenever it may be. 

Eddie forgets some things quite often so you’ll keep telling him so he won’t forget. And if not, you’ll try to prep yourself for him. Like putting it in pen on your arm and even then, you forget too. Whether they’re simple or they take more. Subtle or more extreme.

He’s like that w/ you too.

The two of you are just there for each other in general.

You guys learning and or knowing the other’s compulsions.

Fidgeting w/ the others jewelry.

Eye contact? Not so much. Let me tell you. Eddie seems like he keeps it— you, no.

To an extent you could but other times, nuh uh. You try to keep it, you really do, but it’s not so simple.

Especially when you got these huge brown eyes staring back at you— looking at you and listening to you as if your his favorite song.

He’s so gone for you—

. . .

feedback and reblogs appreciated.

[penguin--person]

Top Ten Reasons Why DIMANYA Is AROACE as FUCK

Hi. My name is Penguin and I have prepared an explanation (there’s no top ten reasons actually, I lied) as to why Dmitry and Anya are both aroace.

anyway, fuck proper punctuation.

i'm gonna split this into part one, Anya - part two, Dmitry - part three, allo/heteronormativity - part four, ace stuff- part five, both of them combined and their superswag aroace power.

Anya - anya, our dear friend Anya… i think she has the mindset of “all this lovey dovey stuff is just one big joke. everyones playing a trick on me. theyre lying to me again, those losers!!” until she meets dima. then, it's “omggg i feel so strongly towards him, i feel so happy with him, this must be the love everyone is talking about!! this must be a crush” while little does she know, yes, she loves him, but not romantically. before she meets him, she’s “not like other girls”, she’s DIFFERENT, she’s BETTER than to get a stupid crush. when she gets in trouble with those guys in Punch it, Punk! she thinks “I could really use a prince charming now”, at first thinking that this is her romantic break. but then she thinks “you know what fuck it ill take anyone”, showing she doesnt care much for the romantic norms of having a prince charming. Anya can take care of herself but would like it if someone took care of her for once. when she gets in trouble with those guys in PIP and dima rushes in and saves her, its like! he cares for her! he helped her despite not even knowing her! this Must mean that he loves her a ton

Dima - dima doesn't know what a boyfriend is. he doesn't strike me as the type to read/watch the limited access to the romance genre he gets at the facility, and temnova doesn't strike me as the type to teach him about all that. so, when he saves anya and she gets so. so happy. so lovey dovey. patches him up (though olga probably did that, anya probably convinced her) even though she doesn't even Know him, and she gets him a place to stay at olga’s without him even asking, and when she asks “anyway, do you wanna go out with me?” do you think he fucking knew . what that meant. “do you want to be my boyfriend” now that he'd understand. but i think he just said ok as in “do you wanna hang out with me”. anyway, i think when he found out that they Were dating. he didn't mind.

Dmitry just. just. unconditional love. that Must be romantic. it Has to be, yes? and what he feels towards anya should be that also, then, because he also thinks she's cool and swag and all. even if it wasn't, i don't think he'd care. he cares for her and that's enough, mhm?

Allo/heteronormativity - this will mostly be centered around Anya because she has more experience with it. this is also going to be based a lot around my experiences, as i am so swag to have been blessed to be aroace, so. it's gonna be a lot of projection. anya never really thought about how she's never had a crush, but when she does (and its only because someone asks her “have you even ever had a crush?” and she thinks “oh. oh its supposed to be real”), it’s just “im so fucking cool for not having gotten a crush yet. i'm so awesome. psh. no insecurity here bucko. nah. i'm not like other girls (isn't a girl(but we’ll get into that later)).” she does have slight insecurity about it, but she always pushes it down. when she sees dima and gets such a strong attachment to him, it MUST be love at first sight. she’s still not like other girls (not a girl), but it's nice to be able to brag about your cool boyfriend. like, she just takes it that she’s too cool for all this romance stuff. but then dima comes. and what a boyfriend he is! so kind and cool, what more could anyone want? what more could she want? she's never felt so happy with someone like this, so it MUST be romantic love, it MUST be what she's been missing.

Ace stuff - anya thinks sex is gross and disgusting and can’t imagine how it could ever be enjoyable. she's the kind of kid to go “GROSS!!! BLEGH!!!” at even just seeing a kiss (unless she's giving dima a peck on the cheek ofc). she hates thinking about it, yuck, gross. even simple tongue kisses are disgusting - why are you putting someones tongue in your mouth, ew, yuck, Gross, thats Yucky. dima doesn't know what sex is, as the facility did not provide him with much information (“you're not going to be having sex anyway. we don't need to waste resources on teaching you”) and hed Never ask temnova about this kinda stuff. he thinks kissing someone tongue style is sex. he thinks ‘unprotected’ sex is like, doing it outside of the safety of your home. boy does not know a thing about it

Together - i’m going to now analyze the last scene of PIP through an aroace lens. dima gets confronted by olga. he panics, visibly. anya sees this. she returns him the unconditional love he first showed her when they met, when she was confronted by those guys, when he saved her. she sees him in trouble and becomes his prince charming, breaking the norm once again. anyway, i think even if anya and dima somehow realized they were aroace and somehow accepted it. they'd still wanna stay (at least anya would and dima wouldn't mind) dating. anya definitely loves to say “my boyfriend this, my boyfriend that”, and dima wants her to be happy. like even if they somehow learned what a qpr is they'd stay dating. for the swag

In conclusion, they’re Swag. theyre so aroace, three of my friends and i thought "mmm dimanya aroace swag" at different times before we even met one another

if you have any thoughts on this, i encourage you to expand on this in the replies/reblogs or even just tags!!! id love to hear what u lads think

[salsflore]

short texting hcs for the sillies texting ..... me i suppose lol because i have nothing else to do and i’m very bored (*μ_μ)♪

DILUC —

initially a bit dry and boring through text. maybe even annoyed? ends up having to send the occasional voicemails for important messages so as to not leave the intention or tone ambiguous.

he does use :) occasionally though. he's awful

will probably eventually succumb to asking someone ( like perhaps that piece of shit calvary captain, though he knows he’d never hear the end of it afterwards ) for help when it comes to important ocassions.

“i don’t understand why i have to write more. surely a ‘happy birthday.’ would be good enough?”

doesn’t really care for stickers or emojis so he doesn’t use them lol ( loser )

replies are infrequent because, you know, he works !! but he does make sure to give a good morning/night text, never forgets it. also informs when he gets off work

proper grammar, capitalization and punctuation because he’s sooo smart and cool whatever.

profile picture is probably something silly like a shot of a wine glass or a plain color. he’s boring!!

has me saved as just “Mika” because again, he’s boring!! tbf i would ... have him saved as like, “Diluc” too. fuck you

ZHONGLI —

like diluc, also uses proper grammar, capitalization and punctuation like a loser. sometimes uses pet names

may be the type to send images like these ↓ bc he’s an old man. but he’ll stop eventually i promise i can fix him!!

messages are never short, and he doesn’t spam w many texts either.

doesn’t really use emojis or stickers - i guess it depends. the message could be something like “Good evening, I’ve just gotten off work. I can’t wait to see you, my dear 😘” but again i can fix him!!

sometimes sends voicemails when he’s too busy to type, prefers to call over it though.

will ocassionally send pictures of the thing he’s doing, like a shot of the paperwork on his desk, the sunset he sees as he’s walking home or the tea that he’s currently brewing.

.. might even send one of those obviously scripted, unfunny tiktoks. sigh

profile picture is the default one or again, a plain color. he doesn’t care

saved my contact as “My Darling 💝” or some other cheesy nickname idk he probably didn’t even bother to change it until he realized he could!!

contact name for him would probably be something like “morax ♡” i’m cringe but i’m free

CHILDE —

doesn’t care that much, will type in lowercase and makes typos every now and then

like zhongli, sends pictures of the things he’s doing. sometimes he says things like “i saw this cat outside, it made me think of you ♡” or pictures of the most recent catch he’s made — maybe he’s visiting relatives so he’ll send pictures he took w his family, maybe something like “teucer and i are baking!” or a video of the snow falling idk

uses stickers and emojis ironically sometimes..... 😔

will always find the time to reply, and does it pretty quickly. his messages aren’t that short, and he doesn’t get tooo spammy

profile picture is probably a selfie of himself or one of those simple drawn cutesy cartoon icons ( like of a dog, dunno ) he wanted to use one of his family but opt out of it

my contact’s probably saved as “mika 💗” or something simple. my contact for him would probably be a keyboard smash

basically.

[lacrimosathedark]

You know I like the idea of Roy as an "Outlaw". One because every hero is an outlaw as what they do is illegal. And two a good writer could point out that a lot of truly heroic people were outlaws because the laws themselves were unjust like Harriet Tubman. I also don't like the idea that Roy is a light so he belongs in the light with the other heroes like Outsiders suggested. If Roy is a light shouldn't he be where people need light the most aka the darkest depths.

To each their own but I have...things to say about this.

Before I start: If you wrote this because you liked RHATO, just...leave. We aren't going to agree. It's bad. It's out of character for all of them. And some of the art...yikes. So if that's why you like Roy that way, go and enjoy yourself, don't let me stop you. But leave me alone because I don't want it.

Also know that I am Tired so I may seem like an asshole. More of one than usual. I'm very blunt.

First off, if you want to comment on a post I made, I'd prefer you reblog it. I know I sound like an asshole, but it feels almost cowardly to me to come to my ask box on anon when what you have to say is about another post I made. Maybe that's just me though.

Also, maybe use proper punctuation if you're going to argue with me.

Now to the actual content:

"One because every hero is an outlaw as what they do is illegal. And two a good writer could point out that a lot of truly heroic people were outlaws because the laws themselves were unjust like Harriet Tubman."

I was never good at history, but for someone bringing up what a "good writer" can do, you are not very good at comparison. Like, the shit she did is not comparable to comic book vigilantism, or real vigilantism. Comic book vigilantism is too big and dramatic and real vigilantism is too stupid. It feels like you're diminishing her accomplishments which...don't do that?

You also seem to not understand context. Every vigilante is an "outlaw" in that they act "outside the law", but not all of them call themselves that because it's redundant. The title of Outlaws the group has is because they have supposedly broken not just laws, but established "vigilante rules". Jason is specifically known for breaking Batman's One Rule. That's why they're "Outlaws"; because they aren't heroes, they're anti-heroes banding together.

Your thinking sounds very black and white with your whole "light" thing, but I can't really make heads or tails of what you're saying. I'm guessing you're saying that comics portrayed him as good and thus should be around "good" people, and you prefer him with...less good people? Like if that's the case why are you commenting?

Roy has never, ever been portrayed as unequivocally good or saintlike. He is the first to admit he's fucked up. And it's not just the drugs. He is an absolutely shameless flirt. Unlike Dick who wants to like someone before he gets in bed with them (and still ends up in a lot of them somehow), Roy will hop into bed and then catch feelings. And he has a track record of liking dangerous people. Cheshire is a prime example. He's often reckless in regards to himself and he's very stubborn. He told Dinah once that he thinks he's poison because it seemed like everyone he loved left him one way or another (probably part of the reason he has that tattoo, if there is an actual fucking reason). The one thing that changed him aside from dropping the drugs was Lian. Roy is messed up but he is a good father, and that is mostly consistent any time he shows up.

Idk if you noticed, but my whole post was about me wanting Jason and Roy together despite what's been written for them. Like, it wasn't about wanting Roy to be a "good boy" or anything like that. I want Roy to be a modernized version of who he was pre-Flashpoint, which was not someone without blood on his hands.

I will also remind you that in Red Hood and Arsenal, Jason is the one who says Roy is too good for him when he's "breaking up" with him. So like...Jason Todd, dark and moody murder Bat, former crime lord, doesn't want to taint Roy's goodness with his presence, or let him down when he doesn't measure up. Like, this is canonical???

I don't know what you want with this.

[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys when they make you insecure PT 2(Atsumu,Suna)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst,fluff

Masterlist

Atsumu:

You have been dating the great setter of the MSBY Jackals since your third year in highschool 

You’ve always been okay with his profession 

Even when it comes with the adoring fans he has (the ones that don’t necessarily like you..)

And the away games he goes to, that you can’t always go to because of your job.

You and Atsumu got to spend all of quarantine together, which was challenging at times. As you and Atsumu sometimes did have conflicting personalities but you loved being together for 8months + altogether. 

But now with the restrictions being lifted, Atsumu got to go back to practice and playing some games although you still got to work from home. Over lockdown, you do feel like you gained a bit of weight (which you didn’t pay much attention to since didn’t everyone gain some weight?) 

However, today you were scrolling through twitter, smiling fondly at the recent tweet ‘tsumu made about you;

@ ThebetterMiya: ‘Remember this @ *Insert your twitter handle here* ‘ 

It was a picture of the two of you in high school in your second year, with you giving Atsumu a hug just after his game against Karasuno. The memory made you smile, but your positive thoughts stopped after seeing a particular comment... “Y/N has definitely let herself go” it read.

 To your surprise Atsumu even liked the comment, you didn’t want to overthink things as you know that Atsumu just unconsciously likes comments and tweets without thinking all the time. But you can’t lie and say you didn’t agree with the comment. 

For the rest of the day, you spent your time googling and searching personal trainers and gyms that were open for you to go to and new healthy diet plans to try

.Atsumu came home a while later, tired and grumpy claiming that coach worked him extra hard in practice. Because of your newfound idea to start eating and being more healthy, you decided to have one last day of ‘letting go’ so your ordered yours and ‘tsumu’s favourite take out.

Whilst eating dinner, you were going INNN as you should  because this is basically your ‘last meal’ you were going to have. ‘tsumu caught onto your cavemen-like way of eating which made him chuckle a bit. “Hey babe, woahh you’re really hungry aren’t ya?” 

His comment threw you off, even though you know that he probably didn’t mean anything by it but from the comment on his twitter earlier and how you already feel about yourself it just didn’t help.

“Well what do you mean about that?” you say a little agressively “you think i’m getting bigger right?”

Your question threw him off guard since he didn’t mean that “well Y/N I know you’ve kinda let youself go a bit and you’re obviously not the weight you were when we 16 but-” before he could finish you get up out of your seat and rushed to your room with tears in your eyes, missing the end of his sentence which was “but I still think you’re beautiful” he murmurs.

He decided to give you some space for a bit, and before approaching he see’s your phone ringing (lets just say you and Atsumu have ultimate trust so you can answer eachothers phones :3) “Hello is this Y/N L/N” the person on the otherside of the phone asked 

“No, this is Miya Atsumu” your boyfriend replied 

“Oh! Miya-san i’m a big fan of you!” he started making Atsumu chuckle “I was just calling Y/N to say i’m available next week saturday to start training”

‘Training?’ Atsumu thought “Can I ask what training you’re preparing for with Y/N” he asks

“Oh I am a personal trainer.” he replied “ Well that’s all I can say, can you please tell Y/N-san to call me again so we can work out times.” he ended the call.

Atsumu goes into your shared-bedroom where he finds you on your laptop looking at ‘weight loss’ tips. He goes over to you and closes your laptop lid and pulls your hand to lead you to the mirror in the room. He stands you in front of it and puts his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful Y/N” he says, sparking more tears in your eyes “I think you misunderstood what I said earlier, you. are. goregous. babe” he says punctuating every single word. “Even, if you feel like you gained weight, or lost weight or whatever I will always think your beautiful. If you feel like you want or need to change I will definitely support you along the way, but I think you’re amazing Y/N.”

“Thank you ‘tsumu” you start “ I do feel a bit insecure about the way I look right now, and I’m sorry for my abrupt leave at dinner but I do feel like my body is gross but I do want to try to see myself the way you see me.”

After many efforts from Atsumu, you definitely fell back in love with your body wether you were bigger or small you didn’t care cause you knew you were beautiful either way and so did Atsumu which he reminded you of that every single day.

AN: Can someone give me a synonym for beautfiul lmao cause that’s the only word I can think to use lol.

Suna:

You and Suna have always surprised people when they find out that you’re together.

Since your loud and talkative personality mixed with his quiet and nonchalantness is that a word? seems to not work well for other people

But opposites attract right?

You just finished the last episode of Kakegurui and were excited for your boyfriend to come home so you can tell him about it. You and Suna have been dating for a few years, after you confessed to him in front of all the boys in the gym in your 3rd year.

Suna enters the house mumbling a soft “Hi Y/N” to which you responded back with “Hi suna” rushing towards your boyfriend with a big hug. 

He slightly recoiled back out of your hug making you frown, to which he used the excuse of ‘I smell bad from practice let me take a shower.’ Whilst he was in the shower you decided to make some dinner for you both since it seems that Suna is a bit ‘grumpy’ today.

Once he exits the shower, and gets changed, he sees the table set out with the delicious food you made. You exit the bathroom to see him sat down already eating his plate. “How do you like it ?” you ask him wanting to know his opinion on your food.

“It’s good” he mumbles, continuing to shove food in his mouth. A bit bothered by the lack of response, you decide to talk about the newest episode in the hopes of lighting the mood. “Last episode of Kakegurui was great Rin, you should’ve seen it I really love mary. She’s great, I am a Mary Saotome simp through and through I still didn’t get the game they played but who cares? I can’t wait for season 3 to come out, I’ve already ordered the first 3 volumes of the Kakegurui twin manga, do you think it’s as good as the manga since I do think it’ll probably be better since it is Mary-centric and who hates mary since she-” You ramble on not taking notice of the bubbling annoyance that Suna seemed to have.

“Can you just shut up Y/N” he shouted making you flinch “ You’re so fucking talktative gosh” he got up and left the house slamming the door shut making you jump again. 

Instead of wallowing in your bed you decide on going out the library to go and read a good book (something that always makes you feel better) forgetting the harsh tone that Suna used with you. You were only trying to lighten the mood...

You got too engrossed with your books to notice how the sun is now gone and it was pitch black outside, the librarian notified you that it was time to go, you figure that if Suna was back at home he would’ve cooled down now so you can have a proper conversation which to be honest, you didn’t really want one.

Once you enter your house, Suna rushes towards you enveloping you in a big hug murmuring a “Oh thank god I was so worried” he tried to give you a kiss on the forehead but you recoil out of it, just as he did to you earlier. 

“I think i’m going to go to bed Rin” you say quietly trudging towards your bedroom and getting immediately in your bed. Suna stood there in the spot you left him in feeling bad for what he said to you at dinner. He goes into you bedroom and see you on your bed and silently gets into it next to you.

“Y/N I know you probably don’t want to hear me right now, but I am sorry” You don’t respond but slowly move closer to him letting him put his arm around you. Because of your silence Suna continues to speak “Umm...I watched the last episode earlier and you were right Mary Saotome is the goat but.... yumeko is better” he said teasingly 

This made you smile, as this is what you wanted a nice moment with your boyfriend talking about the last episode of your favourite show. You spend the rest of the night arguing over which character is better and decide to start Demon Slayer together, with Suna enjoying your after episode talks that you have.

AUTHOR NOTE: I was really excited to write for Suna and Atsumu but I have a fat migraine so i’m so sorry for it not being thattt gooood today :// but I hope you enjoy it regardless 

[tooruluv]

Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader ( part 1 )

❝ ...and then there’s you. ❞

description: you and bakugou have hated each other since childhood. through the constant bickering, fighting, and actual fist fights... you had no idea that you had been writing to him.

genre: angst, soulmate au where you have a notebook that you can write to your soulmate in

word count: 3.8k

warnings/notes: strong language, lots of angst, aged up characters, bakugou being bakugou, reader has an air manipulation quirk created as part 1 of 3 for my winner of my tooruluv2kparty contest @katsulovee​ <33

teaser | part 2

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“ ‘cause when the sun goes down, someone’s talking back ” - talking to the moon, bruno mars

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The storm only escalated, casting the sky in deep blues and greys. Loud rain clattered against the roof of your apartment building, the ceiling of your top floor apartment being the only thing that separated you from the pour. 

The rain may be cold, but you were on fire.

You had been livid all day, positively outraged by the man who seemed to always be in your way. He was the most arrogant, most opinionated, and most… loud-mouthed person you ever met. You were screaming from the inside out, burning with rage.

Groaning, you sprawled out on your bed.

Katsuki Bakugou was the biggest fucking issue on the planet. His absurd need to be the best at everything he did, his cold demeanor and venom that spews from his mouth -- you wanted nothing more than to punch him directly in the throat. 

With a deep breath, you flipped open your Soulmate Journal. 

The world was such a strange place, full of quirks and criminals and heroes and villains. To add on top of that, when you turn thirteen a journal just… appears. And whoever is your soulmate can read everything you write. Once they read it, they can reply or talk to you that way and the ink disappears. There are plenty of rules that go along with it, like if you turn thirteen before your soulmate does, the ink is red until they receive their own journal. Or how the journal itself is indestructible. Or the biggest rule: you cannot write any given name. 

When you’re thirteen, your life is full of hope and wishful thinking. Almost everyone at that age is excited to start writing to their Person, the one who they were supposed to be created to be with. You were surprised when you opened yours to find nothing written.

You assumed that you were a bit older than your soulmate, but that was quickly shut down as you wrote in black ink. Your soulmate hadn’t written anything. 

It took two months for him to write back. Two months of your excessive writing and nearly diary-like entries. Two months of you wondering if they would ever write back. Until he did.

Today sucked.

That was all you wrote, your past two months of writing still ever present and glaring at you with smudges and hinted annoyance. The ink started to fade like Harry talking to Tom Riddle, reappearing with new handwriting.

It was scrawled across the page with terrible handwriting, very much one of a middle school boy. 

Life sucks. Deal with it.

You were now twenty two, an adult and that once hope and love has turned into pessimism and indifference. And life still sucked. 

You were pretty famous, your air manipulation quirk one that catches a lot of attention. That, alongside your rivalry with the second most famous hero Bakugou, brought an abundance of recognition. Bakugou completely steals your thunder every chance he has, stealing your light and victories. 

You hated him. With the utmost disrespect, you hated him. Since your days in the hero academy, the two of you were at each other’s throats. He would even stop in the middle of antagonizing Deku to make some horrendous comment towards you instead. 

You ended up scribbling along the Soulmate Pages, heated rage boiling with each word.

Hey Honey! I need to vent if that’s okay.

Of course.

You would not believe the shit I have to endure in real life. I wish I could describe the hatred I have for this man I work with, he’s a real piece of shit. Anyway, how was your day?

My day was about the same as yours, living with the idiots of real life. If we could write names I would because there’s this bitch I work with that I fucking hate.

Maybe we need new jobs (insert laughing face even though I’m livid right now)

Yeah. Maybe. But we’ll get through it.

It took years for your soulmate to warm up to you. The first interactions were hesitant, slow, and barely considered conversations. But now you can discuss your day as if you were texting a friend, talk about your likes and dislikes. 

He was your soulmate after all.

You learned that he was a boy and an only kid, he had a strong quirk, and that he liked ramen. He was a rule follower and his handwriting always used proper punctuation. You told him all about your life and how you wanted to travel away from everything.

You wanted to know who he was, more than anything. 

You wished you could tell him your name and quirk, where you lived and who you were. You wished he could do the same. 

You’ve tried, of course, to write out your name and location. But the second the words were written onto the page, they turned into a random assortment of letters. Gibberish. Never to be written, never to be known.

“Dude, fucking relax!” You rubbed your temple at your desk, voice spitting venom against Bakugou’s loud vocals. “Not everything is about you, just sit down and wait to be sent on a mission.”

“What did you say to me?”

Katsuki Bakugou had been going on and on about how Deku got assigned to a mission in upper Japan, sent to work with a separate force for a bit to expand his horizon. He was outraged, yelling and standing tall and broad to pretend to be bigger than he was. 

You were doing paperwork, trying to concentrate despite his yelling and complaining and bitching. You were hovering above your seat with your legs crossed, papers scattered (it was a habit of yours, to just kind of hover a couple of inches off the surface of things; air manipulation and all that). 

“I said,” You turned to look into his ablaze eyes. “Sit down and wait. Not everything is about you.”

You only threw fuel into his fire, you could hear the sparking between his fingers. You turned back to your paperwork. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, you’re not even in the top five heroes.” Bakugou barked in your direction. You could feel his heat as he approached your desk. “You can sit and do your own paperwork all you want! I need to be put on serious cases, just like stupid Deku is always placed on.”

“You can argue with me all you want.” You moved to continue your work, pretending to be unbothered. You could feel the anger boil in your chest. “But you still are and will always be measly little number two. Now shut the fuck up, you’re interrupting those who are actually working.”

He was going to hit you, you knew he was. You two ended up fist fighting all the time, oxygen and explosions ending in destruction. Before he could, your boss walked in with a bellowing, “Bakugou! Get over here, I have something for your loud ass!”

You decided to give him a bored middle finger as he walked away.

They say that words are the way of life. You could say an infinite amount of words and sentences in your lifespan, you could say a word and only ever say it one time. Each assortment of words are different each time, something new every day. 

You figured that’s why you hated the soulmate thing. 

Finding your soulmate should be one of chance, of pure coincidence and meeting of strangers. With the journal, you are starting something you only hope to find. You could go your whole life without finding your soulmate.

And that is terrifying.

There are horror stories of writing to an endless notebook, sad movies created where the lettering turns back to red before they’ve found each other. You wanted nothing more than to meet and just… be with the man you’ve been writing to since you were thirteen.

It seemed to be some sick joke, a tease in the palm of your hands.

When you were young, you attended UA High. It was meant to be the best school for heroes, grooming them into the best of the best. Both of your parents had been heroes themselves, your mom with a cloud quirk and your dad with wings. You took after a bit of both, no wings and no clouds but could create air currents and manipulate the air surrounding you within a certain radius. It has something to do with your breath and lungs, but you never looked too much into the actual DNA aspect. 

When you arrived in the hero program, you passed the tests with ease. You tried to focus mainly on yourself and gaining your own points, alongside a couple of students with the same idea. 

You were pissed when you were placed in 1-B instead of 1-A. It was the start of your rivalry with the explosion boy. 

Luckily, you quickly gained friends. You actually seemed to have a soft spot for Hitoshi Shinsou, and you and Itsuka Kendou seemed to be the only two with brains (this led to many conversations resulting in shit talking and giggling). So in the end, you weren’t too upset to be placed in the second best class. 

And you did get to fight with Bakugou a lot more without punishment, your professor wanting to be number one as much as anyone else. 

One particular day that you remember to this day, one that really labeled your hatred for Bakuogu, was just a normal day at first. You were finished with your normal morning classes and just beginning the hero portion of the day, the training and fighting. 

Your class was working with Class 1-A for the day, teaming up with one of their students and seeing how your quirks would act both against and with each other.

You were, of course, teamed with Bakugou.

The fucker was already set in his ways, loud and in need of attention at all times. You were well aware of his… loud personality… at that point, being beside Shinsou when he called your class “extras”. He was already someone you wanted nothing to do with. 

“Good luck.” Kendou muttered to you when your names were announced as partners. “See ya.”

The second you headed to him, you could feel his apprehension. He wanted nothing to do with you. And you wanted nothing to do with him. In fact, you were hoping for Uraraka as your partner, wanting to see how your air manipulation would work with her gravity. 

Apparently the professors wanted to see the oxygen working with the burst of flames. Which, honestly, is cool yes — but it was the person behind the explosions that you did not want to be a part of.

Bakugou was not one to mumble under his breath. 

“Why am I paired with you?” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “I could at least be with someone interesting like Mind Control over there.”

You already wanted to punch him. “You’ve obviously never seen my quirk.”

“Clearly it hasn’t been interesting enough to be worth my attention.”

“Say that again when I remove the oxygen straight from your lungs.” You threatened, knowing damn well you didn’t know how to do that yet. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He let out a long exhale, moving into position. You were already flying by the time he let off his first explosion.

His utter disrespect for you and your quirk not only irritated you, but only was the start of a long term competition on Who Can Be Better Than Who that lasted the rest of your time at UA.

Through the constant loud arguments, the yelling in the cafeteria and the comments just loud enough for the other to hear, the fist fights and the swearing that was reserved only for each other, you found comfort in talking to your soulmate. It was relaxing after a long day of pure annoyance and shit talking to finally just get to have normal conversations with someone you enjoy. 

Are we allowed to ask about school in this thing?

I don’t think so.

I’m sighing. Pretend that you could hear my sigh.

Wow, that was a loud sigh.

YOU’RE FUNNY! Anyway, I really want to know if we go to school together :(((

I don’t even think we can talk about JRTPD or BO::SOMD. See, they turn into gibberish.

 I mean… we can say school. So we can ask ABOUT school just not… specific schools. 

That’s true. I go to a special school and am the best in my class. You’re getting lucky by having me as a soulmate.

Well I would only hope so. Need a smart soulmate for fun facts.

Fun fact: you’re pretty cool. I guess.

Ah, the admission of your love for me.

Not love. I don’t hate talking to you if that does anything for you.

The one person you don’t hate. I’ll take it, Soulmate.

Don’t push it.

We should give each other nicknames. Since we can’t call each other by our real names.

Does the book allow it?

My parents did it before they found each other.

Okay. Like what?

I can call you Hot Head, because you’re hot and because you are always writing about how mad you are.

No.

I can always go with something cute like Honey.

This is gross. I was thinking like gamer tag nicknames.

Okay, Honey.

I take back what I said, asshole.

Honey and Asshole. The perfect pair. We could solve crimes!

I’m going to bed now.

Goodnight Honey ♡ I know that you aren’t reading these but you will in the morning. Dork.

“Do you know who your soulmate is?” You asked.

You were hanging out with Kendou, Monoma, and Shinsou in Kendou’s bedroom. The dorm rooms were all set up the exact same way, but for some reason Kendou’s always seemed to be bigger. 

“No idea.” Monoma shrugged. “I don’t think I want to know until I’m older, we’re too young and I want to focus on graduating first.”

“He’s right.” Kendou twisted in her position on her bed. “Why? Do you want to know who yours is?”

“I want to know more than anything.” You sighed. Your head was laid across Shinsou’s lap on the floor. “We get along so well and I try to talk to him every day.”

“How do you know it’s a he?”

“He told me.” You laughed. “We tried really hard to narrow it down as much as possible.”

“It sounds like he wants to know you too.” Kendou said. She giggled. “I should ask my soulmate their gender.”

“What about you, Shinsou?”

“I barely write to mine.” He shrugged, making your head tilt a little. “I’m sure they understand.”

“I’m sure they do, they were made to be yours.” You looked up at him with a smile. “Of everyone, I thought you would write the most.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because most people are scared to talk to you in real life.”

He flicked your forehead. “You aren’t scared to talk to me.”

“I’m not scared to talk to anyone.”

“I’ve noticed.”

You sighed and closed your Soulmate Journal, the rain now casting a dark shadow across the entirety of the sky. Your face was flushed in red, hair disheveled and you were still in your hero uniform, dirty and kind of burnt. 

Katsuki Bakugou had not only interrupted your victory, but he had claimed it as his own. His desperation to be the number one hero hadn’t stopped. It’s been years, you’ve grown past his stupid desire and he simply… hasn’t.

You fought the villain yourself, using your quirk to it’s full capabilities and trapping them in a circle of air. You fought for over an hour by yourself, taking up the mission while out and witnessing it first hand. Your freshly bought coffee was long forgotten as you raced after the thief.

The second you landed the thief, the ball of air dissipating as you grew tired, Bakugou arrived in a fiery feat and handcuffed the villain. Of course, the main photos were of him with the handcuffs, standing proud as if he hadn’t stolen your fight. 

His argument was that he did help. Yeah, he did ‒ for three seconds.

Katsuki Bakugou was a piss stain upon himself, truly the worst of the worst who’s own personal interest outweighs anything else in his life. He will never be anything but second best because he never thinks of anyone but himself. 

If only he could read thoughts instead of turning his sweat to ignition. Then you wouldn’t have to put your harsh thoughts into tone.

Your Soulmate was one of two people you genuinely enjoyed talking to, he always seemed to be on the same page as you. The other is Shinsou, from your high school. He was the only one you really kept in contact with.

Sometimes you like to convince yourself that Shinsou is your soulmate, since he hasn’t found his either. But you compared the handwriting and it didn’t match at all. Shinsou’s handwriting was much smaller and neater than the man you would eventually call yours.

“This is so fucking stupid!” You screamed, your rage reaching its max.

You threw your journal across your bedroom, the storm masking the sound of it banging against the wall by your bed. You were pissed, you wanted nothing more than to see Bakugou’s downfall. It’s been years. You were over it.

You were over it all. You were over him, you were over not knowing your soulmate, you were over being alone in your stupid apartment. It all reached it’s apex. Maybe you needed a shower, or maybe you needed to move from your job.

Your fit was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof of your apartment building. You nearly jumped at the sound, the sound not even close to the crashes of thunder. 

You rushed to the roof, your hero senses kicking in more than your regular carefulness. Once you were outside, you were almost instantly drenched in the rain. Only a couple of yards ahead of you was a man crumbled to the ground; they must’ve hit the roof harder than you thought.

When they turned, clutching their side, you knew instantly who it was.

“Deku?” You rushed towards him. “I thought you were in Hirosaki for some serious villain.”

He moved to stand, much taller and broad than he was back in high school. Yet still with the fluffy green hair and bright eyes with hope always seemingly sewed in. 

“I was. I just… I need your help.”

“Why do you need my help?” You helped him stand fully, taking his hand from his side to check for an injury. He wasn’t bleeding. “Doesn’t Uraraka live around here?”

“I don’t… want to involve her in this.” He stood straight. His healing must’ve started. “I… this is something I need you for.”

“Okay…” You crossed your arms. “What do you need?”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Deku started, and you didn’t move. “But it’s Bakugou.”

“No.”

“C’mon, Aero, I know that you two…”

“No.”

“Please, I…”

“Deku, you know more than anyone how and who he is. Whatever it is, he can deal with it himself.” You started back towards the stairs. “I appreciate you coming to me, for whatever reason, but this is something that you have to find someone else for.”

“Don’t think of this as us doing something for him.” Deku rushed to stand in front of you. “Think of it as a favor for me. You owe me one.”

“Don’t do this now.” 

“I’m officially cashing in my favor.”

You sighed, “Fine. Can you at least tell me what we need to do for the asshole?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.” He nearly jumped in joy. “But you cannot tell anyone. Not Shinsou, not the police, and not our boss. This is under the radar.”

“Oh, shit.” You followed him as you flew next to him. “What are you getting me into?”

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[st0nesnglitter]

The boss

This man, this fucking man, will be the death of me

Also it’s the gifs fault this has taken so long cause I’ve just been staring at him

Also thanks to @quindolyn who helped me write a part of this so I could get it out

Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fiction and the abuse of this power balance isn’t acceptable.

Smut lol

The constant tapping of keys could make you mad sometimes, a pattering melody that indicated that time was passing during your work days. The job was simple. Check emails, answer the phone and keep track of his schedule. During the months of working for Mr. Black you had also developed a habit of ordering his lunch. In his top drawer he always had some crappy candy to keep him going, sometimes walking down to the floor below to get himself a coffee, and nothing more. So you asked him if he wanted a sandwich when you got back from your lunch break and kept doing it ever since.

The sound of buzzing pulled you from your thoughts and you looked down to press the intercom button.

“What do you need, sir?” You asked politely and looked over at the calendar to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything.

“Will you please get in here?” Sirius responded before dropping the conversation, keeping pleasantries short.

You stood up and straightened out your skirt before walking around your desk. Even though didn’t need to you gave the door a small knock before opening the door to his office.

“What can I help you with?” You asked sweetly and closed the door behind you.

Sirius sat behind his pitch black desk wearing just a dress shirt and slacks, his jacket descarded over the stiff sofa by the window. His hair was pulled into a bun that sat at the bottom of his neck, a couple curls had sprung free and framed his face.

“Can you look over these forms for me and then get them down to HR?” He asked holding a folder up toward you and you stepped forward to take it.

“Sure, should I make copies and get them back here or are HR filing them?” You asked as you flipped through the papers to get an understanding of what they were about.

“Tell them to file them, don’t want to put any more work load on you, love” he said and looked up with a smile, before turning back to his screen, “that’s all”.

You took the folder and walked out to your desk again, a little more flushed in the face than when you walked in. Before you took the job you had heard how the boss was harsh and pretty mean when he wanted to, but Sirius seemed to have taken a liking to you. He had only spoken kind words to you and had never made you worked overtime. In the mornings he always greeted you, sometimes staying to have a chat about the day ahead, and if he didn’t stay to work late into the night he always bid you goodbye.

Your thoughts started to wander into a daydream as you tried to read the forms he had given you, slowly drifting to some rather inappropriate thoughts to have about your boss. But how could you not when he looked like that? Eyes shining like the moon with such a depth that could make anyone lose their breath, hair silky and shiny that fell over his shoulders perfectly and the most blinding smile. How you got to see him so dressed everyday always made your mind wander to how he looked under his clothes. And his hands, oh his hands, were the most glorious things you’ve seen. The rings he wears, the way the veins pop out when he grips a pen and how he gestures to make his point clear always made you drool and your knees buckle. It always ended up with you thinking about how his hands would feel on you.

You shook your head to rid the thoughts and took a deep breath. After lazily reading through you walked three offices over to give them over to HR. The secretary behind the desk was unfamiliar to you and you greeted him with a smile, making some small talk before walking back to your desk.

The rest of your work day was uneventful. Talking with other companies over the phone, planning meetings and updating Sirius’ schedule over the next month.

Two men walked in for an afternoon meeting and you decided to take a little break, going down to the nearest cafe.

When the two men came back out you met them with a smile and the blonde one walked up to your desk.

”He wants you to in there” he said before giving you a quick nod.

You finished up the email you were writing and went into the office. Sirius sat behind his desk with his jaw clenched, fingers tapping against the wood of the table.

“What’s wrong Sir?” It was clear that something was wrong with Sirius, tension radiated off of him, if the physical signs weren’t clear enough.

“Close the door please,” he commanded with a stern tone and a slight unpleasant feeling washed over you as his irritation was now directed toward you. For the whole time you had worked for him he had never been harsh against you.

Closing the door behind you, making sure it latched, you walked further into his office and thoughts were flashing in your head. Is he going go fire you? Did something happen to the deal? Was it your fault?

“Did those men bother you?” He asked, his eyes holding yours with what seemed like a kindness hidden behind layers of despise and

You furrowed your brow in confusion, had you missed something? The only words they had uttered to you was about him wanting you in his office.

“No sir, is something the matter?” He was silent, “Did they agree to your proposal? Should I begin the paperwork?”

He scoffed, leaning back further in his chair, “I won’t be doing business with them. I’m sorry if you wasted your time with beginning the paperwork.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t start it but may I ask why not? It seemed like a promising partnership.”

Sirius sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose, seemingly very upset over something. When he didn’t answer right away you opened your mouth to say some rushed apology if you overstepped some boundaries, but then his cool grey eyes shot up at you.

“They said some very unprofessional things about you and I don’t wanna validate their statements by going into a partnership with them”.

You were slightly taken aback by his statement: both relieved that you were not the one who explicitly did something but also even more stressed since he blew off a big deal because of you.

“Mr. Black, if I’m in some way am standing in the way of this deal I can stand back, work behind the scen-“ you started but got cut off by him standing up abruptly.

“You did not do anything wrong. They’re just sexist pigs who obviously never been in the presence of a gorgeous woman” he muttered out, dropping the professionalism and the proper words, shifting the energy in the room.

He turned around to look at you, the line in between his eyebrows softening and he slowly tilted his head.

“M’ sorry, didn’t mean to put this in you” Sirius put his hands in his back pockets and pulled his lips into a thin line.

“I’m just confused why you aren’t more upset about the deal” you said honestly, feeling comfortable to share your thoughts in the more casual conversation you had, “I’ve been planning sub-meetings for weeks”.

“They disrespected you! Said some shit about you being a trophy” he sighed and leaned against the front of his desk, “can’t stand stuff like that”.

Your eyebrows knitted together tighter and let your head fall into a shake as you huffed slightly.

“Don’t understand why I go higher than a multi million dollar deal”.

Sirius looked back up to you again and sighed, but not as frustrated anymore.

“You really don’t get it, huh?” He asked, mostly rhetorically, but was encouraged to continue when he saw your little shake, “you are ethereal. You have this magnetism to you and I’ve tried to stay away but it’s so fucking hard!”

You gasped slightly at his word and in a haze from his compliments you took two small steps forward, getting closer to him.

“Why don’t you try not staying away from me?” You asked in a quiet voice, almost like you didn’t want him to hear.

But, oh, did he hear you and he closed the gap in between you, soft lips grazing yours. He stopped his movements right before it became an actual kiss, savoring the moment before crashing into you.

The kiss went from slow and reassuringly to heated in a matter of minutes and you started to grip onto him harder, pulling him as close as possible. But as his kiss went down your neck you realized where you were and who you were doing this with.

“We.. we maybe shouldn’t do it here, in your office” you whimpered out, but your grip on him to get him closer, “you’re my boss”.

His lips kept attacking your neck, sucking and biting, and he huffed at your comment.

”We can stop if you want, just say the words” he challenged and nipped extra hard at your neck.

You shook your head violently and let out a gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin, right by your pulsepoint.

“You’re a teenage wet dream” he pulled away to look at you, his lips a little swollen, “the sexy secretary”. He punctuated his words by grabbing a handful of your ass.

Sirius’ lips went back to your neck but slower this time. The passion was still their but it felt like he made an attempt to savor it, to take his time. His hands gripped onto your hips to push you closer to him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk?” He growled as he pulled off his tie, snapping you out of your shock and your hand went to help him with the buttons of his white shirt.

His movements were harsh but you were always comfortable, he kept pulling away for eye-contact to make sure you weren’t regretting anything. And in your frenzy of pulling at the fabrics around his body your brushed against the package in his pants and his whole self tensed up. At first the placement of your movements and his reaction didn’t connect, but when it clicked you laughed breathlessly and started to palm his softly.

“Did that feel good, Mr. Black?” You asked as innocently as you could when you stood there with your skirt hiked up, red marks all over your neck and with your hand on your boss’ bulge.

“Oh you little minx” he growled before reaching for the buttons of your blouse.

Slowly the black fabric of your bra started showing and he let his forehead fall onto your shoulder, letting out a low groan, before taking in the view that was your chest. His eyes raked over your figure and a mix between a giddy smile and a mischievous smirk found its way onto his lips.

“You’re gorgeous, and all for me, huh?” He asked as his bottom lip got caught under his teeth.

You backed up so you could rest your butt against his desk, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Sirius’ hands found their way to the back of your skirt, fiddling with the zipper until he felt the nod of your head, pulling it down so you could step out of the garment.

When he got a glance of the black fabric of your panties that matched the bra he let his head fall back. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a chunk if your paycheck went to pretty underwear, one of your favorite ways of self-care.

He started undoing his pants as he watched you, eyes slightly glazed, and with his full attention on your body you felt a surge of confidence and your hands went behind your back to unclasp your bra. You let it fall to the ground, next to the rest of your clothes, and you smiled proudly at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” he muttered as he grabbed onto you again, kicking his pants of off him, “gotta be quick, love, and I promise to make it up to you”.

Sirius hooked two fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your legs, kissing his way back up. Somehow he had pulled down his boxers too and your eyes went down to see the most glorious dick you’ve ever seen. Instinctively you went down to grab it but he caught you.

“Can’t right now darling, gotta be inside you right now or I might combust” he grabbed onto your hips and placed you firmly on the desk.

With your legs spread he had easy access to slowly push into you, eyes trained on yours to detect any discomfort. Your breath hitched as you felt him stretch you out, dragging a hand through his raven hair.

“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good” he let his head once again fall against your shoulder as he slowly brought his hips away from you, feeling every intricate detail of your inner walls.

The lazy pace didn’t last long though as his hips started to snap into yours, a rush flowing through his veins to make you feel as good as possible. You wrapped your legs around him and hooked your feet at small of your back.

“Harder Sirius, please” you whined, slightly embarrassed that he had made you so desperate so quickly, but the pleasure that resulted in your command let those thoughts fall out of your head quickly.

The sound in his office was downright filthy as you both moaned out loud, skin slapping against each other. Even though you were at a considerably public place that didn’t stop the noises that he pulled out of you.

“Fuck you’re so big, sir” you didn’t mean to utter the title in that moment, your need to be professional hardwired into you, and you felt Sirius slow down slightly.

“Say that again” he demanded.

“Yo-you’re so big... sir” you mewled out and his eyes scrunched together.

The speed that his hips were moving most have been close to speed of light, your body moving around like a ragdoll on the furniture. A pressure was forming in your lower stomach and an urgent need for release filled you. Your hand went down to rub at your clit but he swatted it away to do it himself.

“Are you getting close?” He breathed out, his thumb moving deliciously over your bundle of nerves.

The combination of stimulation got you so close that you couldn’t even utter the words before crashing over the edge. The way you squeezed him got him there too, filling you up with warm ropes of cum.

The two of you stood there for a while, foreheads pressed together, and basked in this new form of intimacy. Sirius slowly moved to pull out of you and let out a puff of laugh as he looked down at his clock.

“Seems like I might have kept you in the office after hours” Sirius smiled brightly at you and you shook your head with a giggle.

“Fine by me if that’s the work I do after hours.”

[fruitcoops]

LOOPS RAILING CAP IN THE SHOWER - cause we all know he deserves it after a game

Not exactly after a game, but still some fun and frisky locker room shower times. Coops (and James) credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, being sort-of walked in on (only after everything is said and done), cramping muscles

“Hurry up,” Sirius hissed as he teetered on one foot and accidentally dipped the toe of his sock into the water pooling beneath him.

“I’m trying!” Remus whispered back, still elbows-deep in his duffel bag. His face lit up and he rocked back on his heels with a small container.

“Absolutely not,” Sirius said immediately.

“It’s all I have!”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered, yanking his other sock off and kneeling by his own bag. “There is no universe in which that bullshit is going up my ass.”

“It’s Vaseline, baby, not battery acid.”

Sirius turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “It’s sticky, it’s slimy, and it’s cold as shit. You hate it, too!”

“Fair point.”

With a quiet, triumphant ‘ha!’, Sirius emerged with a small tube of clear aloe gel. “Who’s the Boy Scout now, sweetheart?”

“You’re the Boy Scout,” Remus grumbled, wincing as he stood and his knees crackled. “Alright, scoot, we don’t have a ton of time.”

“Oh, baby, talk dirty to me,” Sirius deadpanned.

Remus made a face to hide his smile. “Shut up, you.”

He peeked around the edge of the shower stall once more before backing up against the wall, then stifled a shout at the cold tile between his shoulder blades. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“We do have a perfectly good shower at home.” Despite his words, Sirius could see the gleam of excitement in Remus’ eye as he was beckoned forward. The idea of maybe possibly maybe getting caught was a bit embarrassing if he thought about it too long, but it still sent a thrill through every nerve. That may have just been the feeling of Remus’ warmth on his front mixing with the chill on his back, though.

“Do you—” Sirius cut himself off with one more heated kiss, sliding a hand down Remus’ neck and laughing slightly at the squeak of his wet skin. “I wanna see you. Can you hold me up?”

Remus hummed, then pulled back with a thoughtful look. “Not before stretching. Sorry.”

“Pas de problem, mon coeur.” Sirius uncapped the aloe and handed it to Remus, using the side wall of the stall as a brace to hold himself up. He prayed his own tired muscles would do the job and not send them both tumbling to the floor in a heap of horniness.

“Here, let me…” Remus bit his lower lip and looped an arm under Sirius’ knee, lifting his leg around his waist. “Will that cramp?”

“Nah.”

He looked skeptical, but didn’t protest as he slicked his fingers and ran them down Sirius’ cleft. The water had finally started warming up to a more comfortable temperature; Sirius closed his eyes with a sigh and soaked in the feeling, letting the familiar tingles wash over him while Remus dragged his teeth along the side of his neck and the pad of his first finger slid in.

“You have magic fingers,” he murmured, gasping when cold air hit his pulse point. Whoever created aloe gel, I owe you a fruit basket.

He could feel Remus’ smile as his hitched-up thigh started trembling. “Merci.”

A door slammed down the hall and they both jerked in surprise—the digit rubbing gently around his outer muscle slipped very deep inside on very short notice and Sirius’ yelp was quickly muffled by Remus’ palm. “Fucking Christ,” he wheezed, torn between moaning in contentment and shrieking like a little girl at the sudden intrusion.

“Sorry, sorry, it was an accident.” Remus kissed his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“All good.”

“Will this be enough?"

“Considering we have—” Sirius did some awkward gymnastics to spot the wall clock. “—shit, just under an hour until the guys should start showing up, it’ll have to be.”

Remus chewed on the inside of his lip and glanced at the aloe. “I don’t know…”

“Hey.” Sirius cupped his face and kissed him. “This isn’t my first horse show.”

“Rodeo.”

“Same thing.” Remus’ lips twitched upwards and warmth spread all the way down to his toes, not just from the showerhead still spraying them like a firehose. “Besides, God knows you stretched me well enough last night.”

His concern turned to smugness and he crooked his finger slightly. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Bastard.”

The playful insult came out a little breathy as Sirius leaned his head back against the wall, losing himself to Remus’ practiced movements and damp, smooth skin touching him everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. Something blunt and quite a bit slicker nudged his entrance after a moment—after a slow exhale on Remus’ part and a whine from Sirius, he was in to the hilt with all ten fingers gripping Sirius’ hips.

“Oh, fuck.” Sirius was rather winded for reasons he couldn’t spare the braincells to name, and Remus laughed under his breath as he began to move. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh.”

“I can’t.”

“I know you can.”

“I don’t want to,” Sirius corrected, rocking his hips to match Remus’ thrusts. His fingers began to get sore from holding the stall so tight, but heat was building in his gut and he was hard enough to almost hurt in the best way. “God, there.”

“Not god, just me.”

He flicked his arm with a teasing grin. “Smartass. This is exciting.”

“Uh-huh.” Remus caught him by the thigh as his other knee buckled after a particularly nice angle. “Can’t hold you, can’t hold you, baby—”

“Got it,” Sirius managed, propping himself up again. A clunky door echoed in a faraway corridor and he heard Remus’ breath catch. “Keep going.”

“Someone’s gonna hear.”

“So?” He quirked an eyebrow and wrapped his free arm around Remus’ upper chest, drawing him even closer for a kiss that was more tongue than lips. “That’s the whole point, right?”

“The point—” Remus punctuated his words with a harder thrust that left Sirius’ scrabbling for grip on the wet tiles with a shaky sound. “—is that we could get caught. We could get caught, and then everyone would see how whiny, and needy, and lovely you are while you’re begging for me.”

“Oh my god,” Sirius practically whimpered. He swallowed hard and wrapped his leg tighter around Remus’ waist.

The water was starting to lose some of its heat, but he was dizzy with lust, and pure pleasure dripped like wildfire through his veins. “Actually, I think they already know,” Remus murmured into the hollow of his throat, leaving a light bite there. “Our friends don’t need to find us fucking in the showers, do they? They just need to take one look at you and they’ll know that as soon as I get you between the sheets, you’re a wreck.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered shut; he couldn’t seem to close his mouth anymore, nor could he muffle the short, guttural sounds slipping out with every quick movement. His left leg was completely numb; it was a miracle it hadn’t given out yet.

“But no,” Remus continued, hoisting him back up into the proper place with a huff. “No, we just have to be that couple that sneaks into the locker room an hour before call time because we just love to tempt fate.”

“This was—your idea—too,” Sirius panted.

“Yeah, because I can’t keep my hands off you.”

He melted into Remus’ palms as they ran along his ribs and back, then down to his ass to give it a firm squeeze. “Close?” he asked, half-slurred.

“Not as close as you.”

His free leg tried to buckle again as Remus stroked along his shaft, but he forced it to stay steady and settled for gritting his teeth around a loud moan that would surely give them away. Remus smiled and upped the pace, but kept his hips moving at the exact same speed. The contrast made Sirius’ head spin. “Please, please, please, please—”

Teeth sank into the junction of his shoulder and all the air fled his lungs. “What else do you want, baby?”

“I don’t know.” It came out far needier than he intended, but who cared? Stars were already popping at the corners of his vision, and he couldn’t even feel the lukewarm water very much anymore.

“Come.”

“I c—”

“Now.”

Sirius took one shallow breath, two, and then shuddered apart, leaning all his weight into the tiles while Remus pulled out and came on his inner thigh. Through his hazy vision, he saw they still had about forty minutes until any of the others would show up. “Love you. Oh, fuck yeah,” he sighed.

Remus made a questioning noise against his collarbone; Sirius felt his heartbeat pounding under his hand.

“We’ve got time to spare.”

“Thank god,” Remus said with a breathless laugh. “I don’t actually want anyone to catch us.”

“Sounds like a nightmare,” Sirius agreed. “I think I’d rather—”

“Sup, Mad-Eye?”

Both of them froze in place as a cheerful voice rang out down the hallway. Sneakers squeaked on the linoleum floors, drawing closer every second. Sirius had gone ice cold, but he didn’t think it was just the shower’s fault.

“Go, go, go!” Remus hissed, yanking away.

Unfortunately, Sirius’ thigh decided that was the perfect moment to cramp so hard it made his vision go white for a second. As soon as his foot touched the ground, his whole hamstring seized, and he doubled over with a strained “motherfucker!”

“Get up!”

“I can’t!”

James’ footsteps were getting louder. Sirius cursed under his breath and limped after Remus into the shitty little janitor’s closet in the corner, wedging himself next to a mop as he bit down on his knuckles to stifle the pained groans building in his throat. Remus shot him an apologetic look and squeezed his hand in sympathy.

The closet was not meant for much more than a handful of emergency cleaning supplies, let alone two mid-season-muscled hockey players. They were pressed chest-to-chest, holding their breath as doom approached.

Well, not doom. Just utter, world-ending humiliation. Not the kinky kind, either.

James whistled to himself as he neared the locker room—two seconds after Sirius buried his face in the side of Remus’ neck to breathe through the agony in his leg, the door slammed open and his best friend began clattering around.

All of a sudden, the room fell silent. Shit.

“Hello?” James called, sounding much too amused for his own good. “Anyone in here?”

Sirius’ pulse hammered in his ears.

“Huh. Looks like somebody left the shower on,” James said with a dramatic gasp. “And what’s this? Two whole duffel bags?”

Fuck, Remus mouthed as Sirius straightened up with a wince.

James started laughing. Deep, deep in his soul, Sirius knew he had spotted the aloe. The squeaking stopped just outside the closet. “Good morning,” James singsonged, though he didn’t open the door.

Remus opened his mouth, resigned, but Sirius jabbed him in the chest with his pointer finger and shot him a warning look. They weren’t going to engage in conversation while naked and crammed in a janitor’s closet. Especially not when James Potter was on the other side.

“I think it’s a little early for all this, but I could be wrong.” He could almost see James shrugging through the thick wood. “I suppose you’ve gotta take what free time you have. Cap, your showers are a lot nicer than these, though. At least they stay warm for more than a few minutes.”

Remus thudded his forehead against Sirius’ sternum.

“Alright, alright,” James said after a moment of quiet. “If anyone were to perhaps be hiding after getting off in the shitty team showers at seven in the morning—at least, I hope you got off—they should feel free to come out of the closet in a much more literal sense because I am leaving. And I will be out of the locker room for five minutes. Once again, that is five minutes, and then I will be back in here to get ready for my job like a responsible adult.”

The door opened and closed again with a click. They both waited with bated breath.

“Ugh, fine,” James groaned. The hinges creaked, his footsteps faded, and there was a loud slam as it shut for real.

“I’m going to kill him,” Sirius said as they shuffled out of the closet, knocking over several spray bottles in the process. “Really, I will.”

“I’ll help you bury the body,” Remus said wearily as he tossed the aloe back in his bag with a sigh. “That was horrific. Think we can sneak out and back in without him noticing?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes at the door. “The son of a bitch will be waiting for us. It’s better to just accept our fate and let him have this.”

“We’re putting shaving cream in his gloves after this, right?”

“Actually, I think Vaseline would be better.”

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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; monoma neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.3k 

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰;   Implied overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia (?), brief drug mention, cursing, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; I tried keeping reader as gender-neutral as possible, Kendo calls, having sex while on a call, whiney Monoma, couch sex, mention of illness, choking (?) aged-up character; although not mentioned, Monoma is in his early 20s

“Oh? I have an incoming call. You wouldn’t mind me receiving this, right? No, of course not. Now shut up.”

All you could hear as a reply was a pitiful whimper from the man below you, body trembling as he tried calming himself down through shut eyes, hand-covered mouth and harsh breathing. Although cute, you wouldn’t call that noise a proper answer.

“Answer me, Neito.”

Oh, how he hates yet loves how you harshly said his name, how you grabbed his jaw with your fingers, how you gripped your phone tighter in your other hand. But, you also completed your sentence, why would you need his input? He doubts he would be able to say -

“No!” Monoma shouted, opening his eyes to bewilderedly look at you while feeling how you quickly lift yourself off his horribly, intensely throbbing dick. Yet, you smiled so sweetly, placing the hand that had his jaw in between your fingers on his mouth, muffling his quiet whines of how unfair you were being, daring to choose a phone call that had stopped ringing seconds ago over your favorite boy in the world, your favorite boy who had gracefully allowed himself to be dommed, as you would put it.

Yet, clearly, if he can still somewhat coherently speak, then you didn’t overstimulate him enough to leave him pretty dumb.

The phone began ringing again, and as you turn to look at the screen, your eyebrows rose upon seeing Kendo’s name glowing. Either something happened, or she’s trying to contact Monoma because something happened.

“Look Neito, your friend is calling. You should stay extra quiet, okay? If you do good, maybe I’ll just let you take control again, yeah?” Oh, Monoma knew he was going to do good; he was already calming down anyways, and even if his dick feels like it’s ready to explode, it’s not too bothersome to render him useless.

Smirking under the two hands, he nodded once and relaxed on the soft cushions of his living room couch as you finally answered the call. It’ll only be a few minutes, right? It’s only Kendo. She gets straight to the point, and all you would have to tell her about his whereabouts is ‘oh, he’s asleep’ or ‘he’s taking a shower.’

But, Kendo decided today would be one of those strange days where she decides to gossip with you about who knows what, all while Monoma tried keeping his impure thoughts down to a minimum, trying not to provoke his dear hardened friend to feel even worse.

If only he had realized he began whining softly an hour into your call.

If only he had realized how you’ve gone quiet as you heard Kendo’s inquisitive question about that noise.

If only he had realized your disappointed look that slowly turned into a satisfied one.

If only he-

“Monoma woke up feeling funny, must be his stomach. You would think him eating such gourmet and organic food wouldn’t cause such an issue. Must be some wine he drank.”

How dare you say that as you shifted from your comfortable position on one of the other couch cushions to slowly sink yourself on his dick again? God, the muffled loud whimper apparently wasn’t muffled enough to ease Kendo’s worry about his condition.

“No, Kendo. It’s alright, you don’t need to come over. I’ll let you know if we need anything, though.”

How dare you say that in such a calm and collected manner, as if you weren’t slowly riding him and purposefully clenching around his sensitive extremity? Are you blind or is it easy to ignore the way his eyes have quickly gotten wet with unshed tears and his breathing picking up faster than before? Here he is, the chivalrous pro-hero Phantom Thief, who could easily bite back at you with your own quirk in the blink of an eye, trembling in pain and pleasure, in desperation and frustration, trying yet failing to keep himself composed and choking on every cute noise you drag out of him.

How daring of you to keep talking to Kendo as he suffers such delicious pleasure, such warm, wet friction, such excruciating pace while having to find himself obligated to keep his whines and whimpers down.

By now, 2 hours have passed since you picked up the call and you keep on riding him ever so slowly, maybe having stopped a couple of times to watch and admire how he slowly begins to break away from his pride and promised domination. Now, shut eyed tears trail down his beautifully reddened cheeks, his own fingers in his mouth as he holds his tongue down, his legs jerking closed every certain interval, his other hand ghosting around your waist and hips as if fighting an internal war of whether or not he should or even if he could touch you.

Now you think you’ve done it. You finally broke down your beautiful boy.

‘I can’t believe he tried keeping quiet.’ You thought adoringly, smiling as you caressed his tear-stained cheeks, feeling the heat that doesn’t seem to cool down from your hands. Kendo’s voice rang in your ear, asking, once again, if Monoma really was okay. Looking at him again, you realized he’s used his free hand to cover his mouth. ‘Oh,’ you raised an eyebrow, ‘he’s being quiet because of Kendo. Shame.’

After assuring Kendo that yes, Monoma isn’t dying from food poisoning, you lift yourself almost completely off of him, just to drop yourself down on him. The reaction was immediate.

“Y-Y/N!” He sobbed silently, hips jerking up into you making you bounce, drool dripping down his chin onto his chest, back arched as he holds back the next sob.

This reaction was so great that you did it once more. Or maybe twice more. No, thrice. Each and every time, you watched how he struggled to not be louder than he was, even taking your own hand and placing it on his mouth as hard as he could as he groaned ever so weakly, his dazed eyes staring at the ceiling, his white pupils dilated to the point he appears to be high off of something.

“Yeah, I think he needs my assistance right now. It was nice speaking with you, keep me up to date with the details!” As Kendo barely said her goodbyes, you hung up, throwing your phone away from you two but still on the couch (Because who would want to be careless and throw it to the floor?)

“My good, good, good boy.” You panted out hotly, face so close that his vision settled onto yours, eyebrows furrowing in a silent plea of mercy. “Maybe you do love being under someone, hm? And here… here I was, offering you to fuck me.”

“Pl-please, please fuck me-e. Please! Please. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease- it hurts so much.” Monoma sobbed loudly, a new set of fresh tears falling from his periwinkle hues, all while he tried grinding upwards into you, thighs trembling upon how overwhelmingly hurtful his horniness has gotten.

Humming, satisfied with how he reacted, with how he begged all without being told to, you didn’t see why you should continue breaking him further. After all, who said this would be ending soon?

“You came three times already, and here you are begging a fourth? So greedy, Neito. So needy. But alright, I’ll fuck you. As. Hard. As. Possible.” Every punctuation of the previous words had you bouncing as hard as you could on his lap, grinning wickedly as he opened his mouth to moan so ridiculously loud, so ridiculously high pitched; you wondered if he could rival that of some hentai girl.

You’ll make sure to have those sounds keep leaving him, just like his soul as his eyes roll to the back of his head while choking on his spit, and a symphony of moans, whines and whimpers gave away this heavenly pleasure.

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Bucky was not clingy.

Sam snorted. “Shut up. You are the literal human embodiment of a cat.”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t untrue, seeing as Bucky was currently sprawled across the sofa with his head in Sam’s lap. Sam was using the arm of the couch to balance his laptop and work on an email, every now and then pausing to run a hand through Bucky’s hair.

“Cats are the least clingy pet you could have,” Bucky protested, pretending his entire body hadn’t melted like butter as Sam gently scratched his scalp. Sheer bliss.

“No, cats are the clingiest animals in the world. They just act all aloof, like they don’t care about anyone and anything. Which is exactly what you do.”

Bucky scoffed. Bullshit. “My new therapist says I have gotten much better at communication.” He then proceeded to bite back a disgruntled hum as Sam pulled his hand away to continue typing on his laptop—notably, Bucky therefore failed to communicate his displeasure about the loss of Sam’s touch. So he was a hypocrite. Sue him. But he was not clingy.

“And you have gotten better!” Sam agreed. His brow furrowed, and he deleted something on his screen before he continued. “But you still have a tendency to lurk, staring at me all intently and hoping I’ll figure out what you want.” He gave Bucky a small smirk. “I mean, it helps that you’re easy as hell to read, but one day I’m not gonna know what you’re looking for unless you up and say it.”

Bucky could concede Sam had a point there. Unfortunately. Though he kept this conclusion to himself. “Okay, maybe, but what you’re describing is my so-called ‘staring problem.’” He used dramatic finger quotes to drive his sarcasm home. “Not clinginess.”

Sam tilted his head. “Touché.” He frowned as he rubbed a smudge from the edge of his screen. “But they go hand in hand. You struggle to say what you mean, and a byproduct of that issue is you end up following me around like a lost puppy—”

“What happened to your cat analogy?”

“—ha! Shut up, you know Sarah’s the one who studied literature.” Sam paused to add another few sentences to the email he was drafting. Bucky had always found it endearing, the way the tip of Sam’s tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth whenever he was concentrating. “Anyways. My point is that you are a little bit clingy. It’s not a bad thing.”

Bucky frowned. “You sure? Given the lecture you just afforded me, I was kind of under the impression it was.” Which was fine. Bucky considered himself open to constructive criticism, especially from Sam, since there was no one’s opinion he cared about more. But now he was getting mixed signals. Bucky didn’t know whether he needed to process Sam’s feedback as reason to change or not to change his behavior—behavior that, for the record, was not clingy.

“No, I think your clinginess is adorable.” Sam tapped the tip of Bucky’s nose with his pinky. “Case in point, lap cat.”

Mm. Bucky had no comeback for that one.

“But I do want you to be more direct about what you want from me,” Sam continued, returning his attention to his laptop. “Baby steps, of course. I don’t expect you to burst into a whole soliloquy at every minor inconvenience like—like your name is Hamlet or some shit. Just…” He shrugged. “Don’t be afraid to be a little selfish with me, I guess.” He winked at Bucky. “I mean, I am pretty irresistible.”

“Shut up,” Bucky grumbled, mostly because Sam had a point. Which Sam seemed perfectly aware of, at least based on the smirk that hadn’t left his lips even after he’d again returned to drafting his stupid email. SHIELD never gave Captain America a day off.

Still. Sam wanted Bucky to be more direct about his wants, did he?

Bucky could work with that.

He grabbed Sam’s left arm, ignoring Sam’s squawk of protest as he pressed a kiss to the inside of his partner’s wrist. “I want you to stop working,” Bucky instructed, punctuating each word with another kiss up Sam’s arm to his wrist and hand, “and I want you to pay attention to me.”

Aw, shit. Maybe he was a little clingy.

“Buck, I’m almost done with my response—”

Bucky most sincerely did not give a fuck. He sat up so he could shift his position on the couch and face Sam directly, pressing quick, feather-light kisses down Sam’s jawline that made his partner huff with laughter.

“You are a menace.”

Bucky grinned at him. “I’m your menace.”

“Clingy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah, maybe once I finish this email—”

This time Bucky shut Sam up with a proper kiss, relishing in the warmth of Sam’s lips on his. Because Bucky wanted Sam to kiss him. He wanted that stupid email to wait for another few hours. He wanted to spend quality time with his boyfriend. And based on how Sam finally slammed his laptop shut in order to free both his hands and drop them to grip Bucky’s waist?

Yeah, seemed like Sam wanted those things, too.

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If asked to choose his favorite feature of Remus’s, Sirius reckons he’d have a difficult time with it, like to a ridiculous degree. It could easily be the dimple that shows up right on the apple of his cheek when he sports that glowing, reluctantly amused smile that only appears after Sirius or James have hexed a Slytherin prat right in front of him, and not even his Prefect sensibilities prove strong enough to scold them for it. Or maybe it’s the splatter of freckles that dance on the tops of his shoulders and the bridge of his nose right after summer hols, and he looks gloriously golden and it’s all Sirius can do not to kiss each one right in front of all the wizards congregated in nine and three quarters. Or maybe it’s simply the way he gnaws on his bottom lip whenever he’s thinking particularly hard on a subject— a habit usually reserved for potions lessons and when it’s a late night in the library and they’re both tucked away in a dark nook and Sirius has pushed Remus up against a bookshelf while stroking him in his trousers with intense precision. One corner of his mouth curled in challenge, dipping down to lick at that hollow on Remus’s long neck, tacitly reminding him that he best keep quiet lest Madam Pince has their heads on a couple of stakes she surely keeps beneath her desk for opportunities just like this.

Alright, if Sirius is being at all honest, it’s a frequently alternating list of all of Remus’s most splendid attributes, but at the moment, Sirius thinks there’s no question that in fact it’s Remus’s eyes that can ruin him with just a glance. His eyes that are a deep, vibrant green with flecks of amber that dance in their depths. Eyes that look like September, like the very start of their school term. Eyes that make Sirius think of the forest where Padfoot and Moony roam. Eyes that make Sirius think of fire lit common rooms and the taste of butterscotch on Remus’s lips, and such an overwhelming sensation of adoration that it could very well suffocate him if Sirius isn’t careful. It’s such a contrary color from the crisp and cool shades of emerald that accent the regality of 12 Grimmauld Place. Remus’s eyes are something warm and wonderful and where Sirius would gladly choose to get lost inside of for the next eon to come— Most especially if it’s a moment like this, with one of his hands knotted in Remus’s hair while the other one is busy thumbing small circles into his bare stomach. Where Remus is enthusiastically kissing Sirius back— fervent and famished and so fucking gorgeous— His arms loosely tangled around Sirius’s neck from where he’s lying beneath him, long legs bracketed on either side of Sirius’s narrow waist, and yeah, Sirius has always had three inches and two stone on Remus, but he often forgets that Remus’s lithe stature isn’t just for show— he’s got discrete strength beyond a normal wizard, and he chooses to fall under Sirius. Chooses Sirius who’s all hard edges and marble planes. He chooses Sirius simply on the merit that he’s him, and they’ve always been at least somewhat drawn to one another, even before either one of them really knew what it meant.

Sirius inwardly preens, presses more forcefully down against Remus and revels in the slight whimper Remus lets out just then, hands grappling Sirius’s broad shoulders just that bit tighter, keeping him close just that bit more desperately.

It’s remarkable.

The dormitory’s blessedly quiet this Saturday morning— James is off being a ponce on the quidditch field in preparations for their match against Slytherin in a couple weeks— the final one before they graduate and leave Hogwarts’ hallowed halls for the final time— And Peter had kindly buggered off after some not particularly well veiled threats waged by Sirius so he could get some alone time with his sodding boyfriend for Merlin’s sake. They have all morning to stay like this. Sirius can spend hours on end watching as the early light unspools in Remus’s hair— lacing into his curls and turning them a lovely tawny color— and he gets to revel in how Remus’s breath quickens every time Sirius bucks down and rubs their barely clad, already hard cocks against one another. And Sirius can whisper sweet nothings into Remus’s still sleep supple skin— sometimes filthy, and occasionally wicked, and always exultant— letting himself drown into the sounds that Remus moans out in turn, poetry if anyone were to ask him. And they don’t have to worry about nosey roommates or trying to keep quiet or staying inconspicuous from prying eyes that threaten to snatch this snapshot of bliss away from him.

If Sirius could stay in the slice of eternity for the rest of their days and beyond, he’d choose it every single time. And maybe that could be their future, their life after Hogwarts— far away from this looming war beginning to ravage their world as they know it, and divorced from the whispers of the Order that Dumbledore has created to fight against those barmy, blood crazed lunatics.

A future that’s normal and safe and glittering like the silvery film around their patronuses.

Remus would probably get a Muggle job, maybe in a University of some sort. Sirius always thought he’d make such a brilliant professor, make all the school kids mad with how he’s so brilliant and beautiful and compassionate. Sirius and James already know that they’ll both end up in the Ministry as Aurors, because of course that’s the job for a couple of dashing young lads such as themselves. He supposes by then Evans will have been convinced to stop the on again, off again nature of her relationship with dear Prongsie, but he knows that even if not she and Remus are as thick s thieves, she’ll never just let him get away from her friendship after graduation. So maybe she’ll come visit in their flat after her internship at St Mungo’s, and of course Pete is always terrified that if he doesn’t spend every waking minute with at least one of them that he’ll be forgotten, so he’d be there too. The five of them, bombastic and bright and babbling on a lazy weeknight with glasses of fire-whiskey and plates of take out and Remus perched securely into Sirius’s embrace, and everything being just as it should be. Something golden, something wonderful, something splendid.

But as he begins to nip at that point against Remus’s sharp collarbone that’s become his favorite through the duration of their nearly year and a half of dating, he wonders not for the first time if Remus has the same prospects— if he wants to spend countless mornings just like this and endless nights in a similar way, if he wants to pick up Sirius’s discarded socks and eat the dinners Sirius makes for them, if he wants to tumble so thoroughly with Sirius that they don’t even know where one begins and the other ends anymore. Sirius wonders if he wants any of that, or if Remus is planning to go back to Wales with his parents instead of taking up Sirius’s casually thrown around offers for him to stay in the London flat that Alphard had left Sirius along with the gold and the watch and all the expectations of doing better than the Black name has always meant.

And the possibility of that— the possibility of Remus not dreaming of the same forever as him— cuts Sirius to the quick, and he doesn’t let himself think about it, instead sits up on his forearms, so that he’s peering down at Remus now, and he cups the length of him over the cotton, squeezing to hear the melody of Remus’s gasp and grounds himself into the moment once more.

“You’re in a mood this morning,” Remus intones, more than a bit breathily while Sirius moves his hand to push beneath Remus’s pants from behind, cupping one of his cheeks for a good and proper squeeze.

“Mmm, careful, or else I’d think you don’t like this method of being woken up,” Sirius counters, feels himself preen at how Remus’s face dusts scarlet, though it doesn’t last long when Remus retaliates by tugging at his hair, beyond mulish looking at Sirius’s glee.

“You know, I do have to do some more research on that final paper for charms that Flitwick gave us,” he muses— the unrepentant tease.

“Are you sure of that,” Sirius asks, dipping back down to worry the skin of Remus’s earlobe between his teeth, while the pads of his fingers make a pedal soft trail to the cress of his arse, lighter than breath while he circles the small, tight entrance of him— just grazing around the hole with languid intent, occasionally dragging over the opening with a dry finger, never delving any deeper than that. And it gets it’s intended effect— namely, the balls of Remus’s heels pressing up against Sirius’s back, and him gasping out these guttural, maddening mewls as he tries to buck down, tries to finally get some penetration.

“Merlin, are you going to just tease me till those wankers get back, or will you finally fucking do something, Black.”

“I think I like keeping you on the edge, sweetheart.” Sirius retorts, punctuating the point with a small wiggle of the top of his pointer finger, the one now comfortably nestled inside of him.

“Absolute prat,” Remus fumes, though when he begins to try moving once more, Sirius stunts the action by lying his forearm against hiss lightly muscled stomach, pressing most of his weight there while he gives one final, goading push with his finger and drags his hand to instead rub against the expanse of Remus’s pale, thin thigh, wants to lap at the skin there but also doesn’t want Remus to win this little battle he’s waged— not yet at least.

“Well Maybe if you ask nicely?”

The twist of Remus’s features tells Sirius that he’s absolutely fuming, but also he won’t leave because he’s gagging for it just as much as him. “You’re the dog, if you don’t recall. Maybe I should make you beg to hump even my leg.”

“No need for such a wicked tongue, Moons,” Sirius sneers, hitches Remus’s legs higher on his waistline so that the head of his cock can graze at the concealed hole. “Just a please would suffice.”

Remus scoffs. “You’re mad.”

“I’m also very patient,” Sirius leers, begins thrusting only slightly, nudging at him and delighting in the flicker of emotions that flashes over Remus’s face— going from indignant to wanting to abashed and landing on a cool sort of resolve.

“Oi, if you’re all talk, I’m sure I can poke around in the library, see if Leon is still—“ The rest of Remus’s sentence is swallowed up by the frenzy of movement that clashes inharmoniously from one moment to the next. And suddenly Remus is lying flat on his front, with one of Sirius’s legs pressed unswervingly between his legs, an accioed bottle of lube in one of his hands while the other nearly tears Remus’s pants trying to drag them off.

“You’re such a little arse, Lupin.” He hisses, tossing the garnet to the side along with his own before he begins palming his prick with the Muggle lotion type substance Remus had brought along from after easter hols, when they had visited that brilliant little shop in Soho— and Sirius isn’t sure if he should be proud or simply smug at how it’s already emptied by half.

“You like how little my arse is, Black,” Remus retorts from where his head is now squeezed partially onto his pillow, punctuating the point with a small shake of his bum.

“Right, so that means I’d rather not think of the other plonkers who’ve seen it before I got my hands all over you,” Sirius snaps, not actually irritated— even if he hates the sight of Leon sodding Bennett more than anything else.

“It was just a joke,” Remus tells him, soft and sincere and away from that playful tone he was using from before.

“Yeah, you better have been,” Sirius says, but then dips down to kiss between Remus’s shoulder blades— to the left of where he’s got a hand spread across his back— just to assure him that he’s not actually upset.

“You’re brilliant you know. The best in every way, I hope you understand that,” Remus tells him, a bit quieter and a bit more reserved, in a voice that wavers only slightly with the nerves of the admission. “I’ve only ever been in love with you— And I know that it’s probably not the same, I know that you’ve had others and we’re only eighteen and—“

Sirius cuts him off with one single, quick smack against the width of his arse— an arse he can probably write a thousand sonnets and a million more odes about— and he returns to kneading at the muscle there. “Don’t be an idiot, Remus. You know I love you like mad, more than anything— you’re everything.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s good— Erm, I mean—“ Sirius can only see half of Remus’s face from this angle, and most of it is obscured by his curly fringe, but he can detect the pinkish flush feathering over his sharp cheekbone and the way he’s begun to gnaw on the end of his mouth, eyes half lit and hooded. And God, sometimes Sirius thinks that it’s the blind leading the blind with them as they dance along this precipice of the most precious thing either of them has ever held in their quivering grasps.

“Right convenient if you ask me,” Sirius says instead of something from the stream of soppy poetry he’s thinking about— the love sick lyrics dedicated to Remus and Remus alone. He doesn’t want to potentially fracture this single understanding that they’ve finally revealed to one another. Rather, Sirius scrapes another chunk of the slick, Muggle substance into his hand and cloaks himself completely before taking a bit of it against Remus’s arsehole, his insides melting like molasses once he feels the warmth of Remus cloaking him, the way Remus’s entrance is practically fluttering, practically trying to swallow Sirius whole.

“Oh, yeah— Just a bit more.”

“Shh, let me take care of you, Moony,” Sirius reproves with absolutely no heat, instead sounding more than a little horse as he adds another digit and watches as Remus expands beneath his touch, watches his long fingers being devoured by him— the bronze tan Sirius always sports during the warmer months melding into the pale patches of Remus that rarely sees sunlight— watches their jagged edges piecing together like a sacred tomb, and Sirius knows right then and there that he’d want to be lost in every facet of Remus for every eon to come, even when they’re nothing but cinders and ashes and wisps of starlight. He’d want this, he’d crave this. He’d always need this, need Remus in any way he’d take him.

“Oh— Sirius, please, right there.” Remus suddenly squawks, jolting forwards and grappling for either end of his fourposter’s wooden bars. “Pl— Please.”

Always beyond eager to watch his lover come undone, Sirius adds one final finger before crooking them inside of Remus, skimming the little nest of nerves found there, and repeating the action twice more before he hears Remus’s choked off demand, “Bloody hell, Sirius! Will you just give me what I want!”

“I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” Sirius absolutely beams, gingerly pulling out from his gaping and empty entrance so to lather himself one final time, kisses the freckle behind Remus’s left ear as he snakes a hand beneath his stomach to raise him up slightly. “Can you stay like this, baby.”

His arms still slightly shaking from when Sirius had been teasing his prostate, Remus nods resolutely, shuffling around so that he’s resting his chin on his forearms, and his back is arched so beautifully with his pert arse stretched back in an inviting fashion. “You just worry about making this last hour worth my time.”

Sirius sniffs, pats Remus’s behind with a tad bit more intensity than strictly needed. “You and that lip is gonna get the best of you one of these days, Moony.”

“Mmm, I’ll believe it when you actually begin proving as much,” Remus barbs, and God Sirius loves him so fucking much— feels his chest absolutely contract with the ferocity of it.

“Right, well, you just sit there, looking pretty. All right?” Sirius intones, cards a hand through Remus’s hair and tugs just slightly before letting go completely to adjust his position from behind him— both hands on either end of Remus’s waistline and his dick poking at his hole— and God the throbbing is becoming painful with how badly Sirius just wants to plunge inside, to fuck and pound and thrust into Remus until he hears his boyfriend— his partner— absolutely sing with pleasure. “You are beautiful, Remus, you know that, right? Know that I think you’re the most bloody gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen, that the scars just show how otherworldly you are?” Sirius emphasizes that final point by thumbing across the one skirting across the the side of his neck, stretching from the bottom of his ear and ending at the point of his collarbone. It’s the most prominent one, the only scar besides a scratch on his pinky that can’t be covered up by a trusty jumper or pair of corduroys. The one Remus is most sensitive about, and the one he probably hates nearly as much as the bite marring his inner thigh.

“Sirius, please. Just not now,” Remus implores, sounding like a blown out candle all of a sudden, and Sirius can’t have that. Doesn’t want him to feel anything close to shitty while they’re doing this, while he has him this way. So with an obedience he only has if Remus asks him for as much in his more cautious of cadences, Sirius clenches his jaw, and keeps the adoring words stuck to his teeth, and he distracts himself by finally moving forwards, and it’s like a blink of the eye wen suddenly everything around him goes hazy, feeling like a disillusionment charm has been cast with how everything feels intangible, floaty, feels unsubstantial in comparison to the hot, tight pressure of Remus wrapped around him, made all the more etherial by the sounds of Remus’s melodic moans and gorgeous gasps and the way he moves in tandem with Sirius, how he cants back to meet the electrical current of Sirius fucking into him.

And he isn’t sure who says what in the gargle of words being spilt between them, is pretty sure he’s saying something about how beautiful Remus always is for him and then Remus replying with something about Sirius giving more to him, giving him something harder, deeper, quicker, and then, somehow, Sirius has got both of remus’s wrists in his hand and he’s pressing them against the small of Remus’s back, and he’s slowing down, suddenly wants this to last so much longer, wants to keep Remus this pliant and open and uninhibited for him for just that bit more.

“Merlin, I love you,” he says, focussing on the sweat collecting into the divot of Remus’s pinched shoulder blades and leans down to lick over the spot. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Sirius! Sirius, I love you too! Please don’t stop, please.” Remus begs, canting back and twitching his fingers, obviously needing some sort of friction, though Sirius doesn’t think he’ll give it to him quite yet.

“What if I do though?” He asks, affecting an innocent tone while he slowly pulls out of Remus, pushing inside with shallow thrusts now, giving him hardly more than his tip. “What if I keep you like this, wait to see how long it takes you to come off of this alone, untouched. Just by my cock teasing you like this?” Remus makes another, strangled sort of noise deep in his throat, and he shutters in a way that convinces Sirius he’s not completely opposed to the offer. “You’d like that, yeah? You’d like me holding you down like this and watching you absolutely go feral? Go unraveled beneath me? Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even mind if I kept you like this for the rest of the morning. If I fucked you stupid and didn’t let you come even then. Just plug you up with that naughty toy we got from that Muggle shop when you visited me over Easter in London. Trap my spunk inside and just keep you nice and open until I decide to give it to you once again— drag you to a bathroom stall or an empty cupboard and fuck you senseless. Bloody hell, Remus, you probably wouldn’t even last a minute, hmm?”

Remus stays quiet, doesn’t unclench that taught muscle in his jaw, but his pupils are blown and he’s completely flushed, and Sirius is so thankful he can read the smallest nuances of him, loves knowing how absolutely wrecked just the idea of that has gotten his beautiful Moony, the side of him that no one else could ever see. The side of him hidden by his aloof exterior and measured words when around others. No one else gets to see this hauntingly beautiful, desperate little thing he becomes under Sirius’s hand, how he’s strung to vivid colors by Sirius mumbling such wicked contemplations into the expanse of his warm, golden skin.

“Are you going to answer, love,” he asks, with a lecherous sort of grin, pounding into him with a lack of delicateness from before, only twice, only enough to get Remus writhing again. “Do you not want that?”

Remus squeaks as the top of his head grazes against the headboard from the impact, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut while his thin lips fall open. “I reckon— Erm, I reckon that would be all right. Just to try.”

“My lovely academic, has to give everything a go,” Sirius crows, returns to thrusting measuredly in and out of him, kisses the nape of his neck with soft reverence. “But you know, we wouldn’t have to sneak around like that in only a couple weeks. We’ll be graduated,” he twists his hips slightly and presses down a bit more viciously than the slow paces probably would’ve entailed, and Remus quite literally groans at the feeling of it. “I’ll have that bloody huge flat, and you could be there too. We could spend every morning like this, Moony my love. We could christen every sodding room on the first day alone, and then I’d make you some of that veggie curry you like and you can sit there with an ice pack on your bum after I’m done with you.”

“Oh— Hah, you think you’ve got that sort of stamina,” is all Remus manages out in response, his features going tight with hunger when Sirius retorts with a staccato of uneven thrusts inside of him, stopping only when he feels the release willing up his own body, doesn’t think he’s ready to end this conversation quite yet.

“With you in one of my T-shirts and nothing else?” Sirius asks, watches the way Remus’s toes quite literally curl when he slides inside his used hole once more, shaking Remus slightly with how he moves and thrusts and squeezes his wrists hard enough to bruise. “I bet I could get it up an infinite amount of times! THere will be studies invoked for the phenomena of my cock, Moony. Potions inspired that’d never work, because they could never get it right when I tell them it’s the sight of you waiting for me looking wide eyed and teasing— waiting to be debauched— that’s got me so erect. I’ll be a household name, you watch.”

“You— Oh, oh. Yes like that please Sirius just a little more— Hah, you’re a madman.”

Sirius leers, does as told and grabs forcefully against Remus’s biceps and pounds him flat on the mattress, fucking into him and thrills with all the different noises he’s dragging out of Remus, the way he can’t even form words amidst his groan. “Then you best stay with me, who knows what a madman could do all on his lonesome.”

Just because he’s always been a bit sadistic, Sirius stops his graceless rutting, lies nearly entirely against Remus instead, tugging on the back of his curls so that he’s got a better view of Remus’s gaze. “Wha— Oh, yes, fuck yes you plonker. Of course I want to move in with you, just wanted you to ask properly instead of beating round the bloody bush!”

Sirius feels his brows hike up, absolutely gleeful. “You wanton little slag, you just wanted me to use my manners, eh?”

Remus huffs, looking beyond grouchy. “Yes, yes, and obviously, like the contrary bastard you are, you decide to actually do as much when I’d rather you be beating inside of me., but thus is my fate being stuck in love with such a wanker.”

Sirius can’t help but cackle at the incredibly cross expression Remus has got painted over his features, and he pecks a path down his temple and down to the dip of his shoulder muscles in apology. “You know I’m not one for subtleties, Moony.”

“Humph, well how’s this for subtle. Will you just ruddy fuck me and keep this discussion on the back burner for afterwards?”

Always eager to please his boyfriend, Sirius gently presses him back down on the sheets and rises only enough so to continue the easy rhythm between them, only increased by one of his hands circling Remus’s blazingly scarlet cock, pushing him through the loop of his fingers every time Sirius rocks harshly into him, going speedier and speedier with every choked out plea coming from Remus.

“What about this for a wanker?” He asks snidely, snapping forwards especially roughly, and twisting remus’s prick only slightly in turn, knows how much he enjoys the contrast of that.

“Yes— Yes, yes, yes Sirius! Just keep going, please, love, please. God, I love you. Holy fuck.” 

And it’s not another thrust inside before Remus is spilling into Sirius’s palm and the contracted muscle pumps the orgasm out of Sirius himself.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Sirius groans in a voice that’s nearly completely faded, and totally pious, careful to move outside Remus’s overly sensitive hole, and still panting while he absentmindedly grabs for a spare vest. He mutters a labored aguamenti before he brings it to Remus’s behind and begins to dab gently at the skin there, smattered with lube and Sirius’s come and a good amount of wetness from his sweat.

“Oh,” Remus shakes, sucking in a breath and tensing at the sensation of the intrusion.

“Whoa. Easy, easy. I’ve got you,” Sirius assures him gingerly, tossing it to the corner when he’s finished, and can’t help but kiss the small dimples found right against the skin that cups over his arse.

“The, mmm. The house elves, Sirius. They don’t deserve that to deal with.”

Sirius only barely manages to hold back the roll of his eyes at Remus’s tendency not to understand how much those buggers enjoy any and all cleaning. Merlin, leave it too Moony to feel bad about something that someone wants to do for him. “I’ll grab it later, promise. Bin it o whatever.”

Remus only replies with a soft sound of consent, letting himself be gathered into Sirius’s arms properly, his head cradled against Sirius’s chest and Sirius’s arms wrapped around him while he kisses the crown of his tawny curls.

“You want a kip then?” Sirius asks amusedly, feeling his own eyelids beginning to droop.

“Hmm, yeah. That’d be nice. Then we can talk about that hideously orange breakfast table you’ve got in the flat. I bloody well won’t be living in any proximity of that monstrosity, Padfoot.”

Sirius can’t help the laughter that spills out, and he agrees to the conversation but demands that Remus call Winifred by name, lest she gets her feelings hurt.

“Madman,” Remus reiterates, completely fond as he dozes off, and when Sirius feels the breaths falling out of Remus’s lips even out, he thinks that them nestled into one another like this might be the only salvation he ever wants to know, the only sensation he could ever crave— The only sunlit snapshot he ever needs for the rest of his days.