#this is the best locker ive ever made i think

[d1edre]

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[teamatsumu]

screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)

summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1161

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead d @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel

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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?

Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.

His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?

Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.

He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.

‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’

‘then just tell him’

‘u know i cant’

‘thats a u problem’

The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.

‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’

The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.

Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.

How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.

He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.

Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.

He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.

It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.

“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.

“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”

He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.

Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.

“Shin-”

He doesn’t let you finish.

“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”

You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.

“R-really?”

He merely nods.

Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.

“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”

There is a pause.

“You’ve received other confession letters?!”

[cinnamonpinkwink]

Teenage Dirtbag.

(Loser Ellie x Popular (loser) Reader)

Synopsis: Ellie is totally in love with reader, but reader has a boyfriend and is way too out of her league, reader doesn’t even know Ellie exists.. so she thinks.

Warning: cussing, fight, blood, Ellie making out with reader but nothing too far!!

AN:

Ive pulled this from the depths of hell that is my drafts cause this was supposed to be uploaded months ago and I abandoned it saur I’m here to finally finish it <3

This will probs flop but idk I liked this one

Cinn

Ellie pulled you in close, she could smell the vanilla perfume she grew to love over the years, basically radiating off of you. Your bodies were close, making out on top of her bed, she was acting all cool and taking the lead, but mentally she was panicking.

She was just about to lay you down, only for you to push her off, “Ellie..” you said breathily, causing her heart to speed up even more. “Yeah..” Ellie replied, her eyes in a daze, “Ellie!” Your once sweet voice turned cold.

“Ellie!! Get ya ass up!”

Why did your voice change into Jesse’s ?

“Jesse grab the blanket!”

Dina?

With a tug Ellie was dragged onto her bedroom floor, causing her to grunt, looking up to see her two asshole best friends grinning down at her. “What the fuck!” She said, slapping the floor, and getting up irritated.

“Having another wet dream on prissy?” Jesse chuckles, watching Ellie glare at him, Dina slapped her boyfriends chest and motioned him to get out, “fine fine.. I’ll let you ladies get ready.” He replied sarcastically, closing Ellie’s bed room door close.

“We’re gonna be late hurry up.” Dina replied, grabbing some pants and throwing it to Ellie, “shit-“ Ellie hurriedly changed as Dina, being the mom friend, was putting all the books that were flung out onto Ellie’s floor, back into her backpack.

When finally, they had gotten Ellie ready for school they rushed out to her beat up old truck Joel had gifted her for her sixteenth birthday. However before they could enter, Ellie’s eyes were caught in front of her, it was you. As per usual, you had the coolest style, and your smile was so bright and pretty, god Ellie could stare at you all day.

You smiled as you talked on the phone, completely oblivious to the losers that were watching you, Ellie wanted to go up to you, introduce herself to you, maybe invite you to one of her bands small concerts she plays.

But

That was never gonna happen.

A loud shriek of tires came storming in, a silver car parked right in front of your house.

“Damn, seems like Jordan got a new car.” Dina replied, watching in awe, as you rushed to the passenger seat, kissing your asshole boyfriend. Ellie sighed, her shoulders grew heavy and glared as Jordan drove you away from her.

“Give it up.” Jesse placed his hand on her shoulder, “you got no chance.” He teased, having that annoying smug look on his face. “Shut up.” Ellie slapped his hand away, finally getting into her truck and driving them to school.

“I’m just saying. This delusion you have that you and prissy pants are gonna ever date is… pathetic at this point.” Jesse said, causing an eye roll from Dina, ever since the two of them found out about Ellie’s long term (not so) secret crush on you, it was never ending.

“Leave her alone Jesse, I think it’s cute.” Dina said, throwing an arm over Ellie’s shoulder, the hallways were packed, the three friends were struggling to reach to their lockers. “Aww look!” Dina pointed to a big flyer, with big bold letters.

FALL DANCE!! GET YOUR TICKETS AT THE MAIN OFFICE!!

“How many of these dances does this school have to spit out?” Jesse said, crossing his arms, Dina scoffed and slapped his arm, “as much as they want, and you!” She pointed at him with a big smile, “will take me to each and everyone of them.” Jesse smiled and wrapped his arm around Dina, placing a kiss onto her lips.

“Don’t make me puke.” Ellie complained, causing Dina to laugh and made her way to her angry best friend, who was stuffing old papers into her locker. “Don’t be salty that you are single and alone!” Dina poked Ellie’s freckled cheek, causing her to playfully slap her hand away, “I have you know I got loads of chicks lining up for me, actually.” Ellie joked, causing Jesse to laugh, “Lining up to say you need to take a damn shower, i could make popcorn with the fucking oil that’s covering your hair.” Jesse said, causing both of the dick heads to laugh.

“Fuck you.” Ellie said, unable to hide the smile that was forming onto her face.

This was the complete norm, Jesse and Dina making out, Ellie says something snarky, and them dragging her, however what was completely out of the damn norm was you. Ellie’s eyes had caught you glancing to her and her giggly friends, she was sure you were smiling too but she was unable to tell because the moment she caught you staring, you had turned your head back to Jordan, who was talking about nonsense.

The school day was a complete bore, Ellie waited for her favorite class to come, P.E, she was the best in that class, and she made sure to show off her muscles, especially since you were in her class. You stood in the corner of the room, talking to one of your friends, Ellie was basically almost drooling over you. The way the sports shorts you wore just hugged you, was…

“Williams! Stop drooling and kick the damn ball.”

Her head snapped to the sound of her couches voice, and with ease she kicked the ball into the net, the goalie not able to catch it in time. Ellie turned her head back to you, and to her amazement you were watching her every move, “…so is Jordan taking you to the dance?” your friend broke the on going eye contact between you and Ellie, causing Ellie to groan internally.

Once the girls were in the locker room, Ellie was busy changing, thinking of whether or not Joel was gonna be home late, and if she was gonna order Chinese or some pizza, her never ending thoughts of food came to an all time crash when she felt a tap on her exposed shoulder.

Turning, Ellie was mid way putting on her shirt when she almost threw herself to the lockers, there you were standing in front of her. “Hey.” You said with a giant blush on your cute face, Ellie quickly put on her t-shirt, and stared at you with wide eyes, “uh- hey.” Was all she could choke out, was she dreaming again?

“I wanted to say that you are really good at soccer, my friend Alexis is looking for a new player. Wanna try out for the team Ellie?”

Ellie stood there, her eyes still widened, and her mouth agape, “you know my name?” She said stupidly, causing you to giggle, “Ellie-“ god she wanted to hear you say her name for years, “we’ve been in like, the same school since pre-K.” She quickly got ahold of herself, “oh yeah! Yup- uh huh! I forgot…” you cocked your head to the side and looked at her confused, however you were still smiling at her.

“So what do you say?” Ellie licked her lips, and swallowed the nervous spit that was building up in her throat, “ah.. I don’t know…” and by the grace of god, you grabbed her hand, “please! I’m always forced to go to those games, and I usually don’t complain- but Alexis now has a boyfriend and I’m stupidly sitting by myself, and I think it would be cool to see a familiar face.” You pleaded, staring at her with those big Bambi eyes of yours.

“Oh-okay! Sure yeah. I’ll try out.” Ellie stuttered out, her eyes glued to the hand that was being held, you had her wrapped around your finger. You smiled and when you realized you were still holding her hand, you awkwardly dropped it. “So, uh- hopefully I see you at the games.” You said, and Ellie just nodded her head like a dork, luckily for her, you found it cute.

The doors of the school opened and Ellie was beaming, and walking with her friends, “she held my hand! She knew my name.” She exclaimed to Jesse and Dina, who followed her to her truck. “Dina, I think she’s finally gone mad.” Jesse mumbled, Dina on the other hand was excited for Ellie, they were just about to enter the truck when a silver car backed into it.

“What the hell!” Ellie exclaimed, closing her door and going to expect, “don’t even worry about it.” Jacob chuckled, Ellie glared at him and noticed you sitting in the front, “that trucks a piece of crap, one little dent ain’t gonna change a thing.” He spat with a chuckle, Jesse was about to throw his book bag to throw hands, Dina catching him in the process.

“You don’t have to be such a dick Jacob!” You yelled, causing your boyfriend to turn to you with a look of shock. “Hey, it’s just the truth babe! That truck is on its last leg, a little dent- hey where are you going?” Jacob asked, watching you open the door with anger and slamming it, “I’m sick of you being a total ass to everyone Jacob! Sick. Of. It!” You crossed your arms, totally ignoring the three losers watching the scene.

“And I’m sick of you being a total fucking prude, but you don’t see me whining about it.” He spat, “we’re done!” You yelled, turning on your heel and storming off, “fine by me.” Jacob yelled, driving away, not even caring about the huge dent he had made to Ellie’s car. Ellie was left confused but quickly shook the feeling off and raced after you, “hey.. hey!” She called out to you, causing you to turn back.

“I’m so sorry Ellie, I’ll make sure he’ll pay you back- I’ll talk to his parents-“ Ellie cut you off with a laugh, “it’s fine. I don’t need Jacob’s money, I’ll just fix it myself. Hey- I’ll drive you home.” You’re tense body was now relaxed, smiling at Ellie, you whispered a sweet thank you and followed her back.

The car ride was a bit awkward, Dina and Jesse sitting in the back watching the two of you talking about randomness, “uh-hey Ellie?” Dina cut the conversation, “you can drop Jesse and I at the diner, he said he’s buying me a burger.” Jesse looked at his girlfriend confused, “I never- OOF!” Dina nudged his side, causing him to groan in pain, “okay?” Ellie chuckled, pulling the car into the diner.

You all exchanged your goodbyes and Ellie was back in the road, “so.. I’m sorry about Jacob.” Ellie said, almost cringing at the assholes name, “nah I’m sorry, he’s always nice when he’s with me, but when he’s around everyone else he’s just…”

“A total asshole?” Ellie finished her sentence with a smirk, “yeah.” You giggled, Ellie was too busy to notice the longing look you were giving her, in fact you always looked at her this way, but she didn’t know about it. “I heard about you and Cat…” you picked at your nails, Ellie almost swerved her truck into the wrong lane.

“Oh- yeah..” Ellie turned to face you, the truck slowing down and it was finally pulling into Ellie’s drive way, “Guess we were both stuck dating assholes huh?” Ellie turned off the truck and smiled at you, you couldn’t help but notice the red that was forming in the girls cheek, “so.. I’ll see you around?” You asked, hoping that Ellie would agree.

Which she did.

In fact, Ellie would wake up early, she would even shower regularly (gross), Dina and Jesse were always in shock whenever they were just about to storm into the house to wake her up, all to find Ellie all ready to go. You on the other hand would do your regular morning routine, except instead of Jacob driving you to school, Ellie did.

In such a short time, you had become close to Ellie, Dina, and even Jesse. The four of you would hangout even on weekends, going to the diner they usually would go, or just going to the mall and acting like stupid teenagers, Jesse finally stopped calling you that god awful nickname he came up with in the fourth grade.

“Hey, we’re gonna head off.” Dina said as she got out of Ellie’s bed who was in the middle between you and her, “Yeah- Dina says I have to help her look for a new tux, even though I have like two already.” Jesse said, getting up from the floor. “You can’t wear those old things at this new dance.” Dina said waving a goodbye to Ellie and you.

As they left, Ellie could feel her heart quicken, the horror movie that was playing was the only thing that could be heard coming from Ellie’s room. “So..” Ellie turned her head to look at you, “so..” she responded more awkwardly, drumming her fingers on her jeans.

“Dina and Jesse are cute together, nice that he’s taking her to the dances even though he hates them.” You tried to get more comfortable, but your nerves were eating you up. “It’s actually pretty funny to see.” Ellie said, chucking at the memory of Jesse looking annoyed as he showed Ellie his tux, all to put a smile on when Dina arrived.

“I didn’t see you take Cat last year.” You broke the silence once again, Ellie watched as you bit your lip, eyes glued to the tv, “yeah- it wasn’t our thing.” That made you look at her, “what if you were dating someone who’s thing was that, would you be like Jesse and take her?” Ellie felt blood rush to her face, not knowing what you were trying to say.

“Yeah… if I really liked her I would..” Ellie’s eyes locked onto yours, “would you wanna.. go with me?” The words that left your mouth almost made Ellie wanna combust, “me??” She said, her voice cracking a bit, “yeah.. I mean you don’t have to go with me- I mean it’s fine.” Ellie shook her head, “No!” She shouted causing you to look at her shocked, “no… as in, no I don’t want you to think that- I would love to go with you.”

You smiled, “really!” You shouted just as hard as Ellie did, causing her to laugh, “I mean- I’ve been wanting to ask you for weeks but… I was afraid you’d say no.” You said as you blushed, looking down at the bed, and to where Ellie’s hand laid. “Why would I say no?” Was all Ellie could whisper out, you shook your head, “I just thought… that you didn’t like me that way.”

Was this real?

Were you trying to confess???

Some gods out there in the universe must have finally given in and decided to help out Ellie a bit, because the confidence she somehow brewed up would shock her in a few hours, that would keep her up the whole night.

Ellie softly grabbed your chin to make you look at her, she was so close that she could feel your breathing, “I liked you for a long time actually.” You felt heat rush up to your face, Ellie’s hand that held your chin softly moved to hold your cheek, caressing it softly, “can I kiss you?” She asked, you yourself wanted to scream, wanted to run laps in her room, but instead you nodded with a smile, “yeah.” And with a swift motion, Ellie’s lips connected with yours.

“And I don’t know how the fuck it happened.. but it happened Jess!” Ellie said pacing around the room, Jesse on the other end of the phone call was rolling his eyes, “and!!” He repeated for the hundredth time, “and we made out for a bit, then we talked about how we liked each other… and then she had to go but!!” Ellie stopped her pacing and held up a finger, as if Jesse could see her.

“She kissed me on the way out! And Joel saw!” Jesse chuckled at his best friend who was freaking out, “what am I gonna wear to the dance?” Ellie felt her world crumble, she didn’t own anything fancy, “hey I’ll tell Dina to let you borrow a pretty dress and some fancy heels.” Ellie groaned as Jesse chuckled at his own joke, “be serious.” Ellie said, passing her hand through her washed hair.

“Don’t worry about it- I got you.” Jesse said, making Ellie nod her head, trying to shake off her worries, “yeah! Everything’s cool, got the girl I wanted, going to the dance with her and I kissed her… what could go wrong?”

Nothing could go wrong!

That is until soccer tryouts.

Ellie was killing it, making sure to give you a simple nod or wave, while you blushed sitting on the bleachers watching. The tryouts were going well, and the other girls knew that Ellie was gonna be the one to get the spot, the day was going by smoothly, until you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey! Williams!” You turned to see an angry Jacob, stomping his way towards Ellie, “heard you’ve been hanging out with my girl.” He stated, causing the other girls to back away from her, you had rushed your way down the bleachers afraid of what was about to happen.

“I’m not your girl anymore Jacob.” You said, but Jacob ignored you, and pushed Ellie, “what just cause I backed up on your pile of trash you call a car, you wanna take my girl?” Ellie pushed him back, causing the both of them to throw punches at each other.

Now Ellie wasn’t weak, she held her own, but compared to Jacob, she was no match, so eventually he had climbed over her and started punching her relentlessly. “STOP !JACOB!!GET OFF OF HER!” You screamed, Jacob’s friends holding you back, while the coaches struggled to get him off, “did you really think you had a chance with her?” Jacob taunted, “She was only trying to make me jealous!” He yelled giving Ellie a final blow.

Finally they grabbed Jacob and pushed him off, Ellie laid on the grass all bloody up, “Ellie! Oh my god.” You were finally released and ran up to her, only for her to get up angrily and spit out her bloody saliva. You held a hand to your mouth, “Ellie..” you reached for her, only for her to slap your hand away from her, without even looking at you she walked away, ignoring the calls from the coach.

Ellie stormed into her house, surprising Joel who was busy making their dinner, “El’s?” He wiped his hands with a rag and watched as his daughter run up to her room, in a fit of rage she slammed the door. How could she be so stupid? Of course you didn’t actually want her, and yet she allowed herself to be stupid enough to fall for your tricks.

“Ellie?” A knock came from the door, Joel’s worried voice came from the other side, “just leave me alone Joel.” Was all she can say, trying to not sound like she was on the verge of crying. After a while Joel had decided to give her some space, and the anger that was filling the poor girl had began to cool down, and the anger turned into sadness.

Dina and Jesse both tried to visit Ellie, who didn’t bother to open the door, she was too ashamed to even face them, too embarrassed and didn’t wanna hear Jesse’s jokes about how he was right all along, although he was the most worried for her.

You called and texted her, but she didn’t bother to open her phone, instead she stayed inside the whole weekend, she cleaned up the wounds and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eye was getting better although the bruises and cuts on her face was what pissed her off the most, “are you gonna talk about it?” Joel asked, putting her Sunday dinner on the table.

“No.” Was all Ellie said, as she ate the food in front of her, “well.. that’s fine, because I already know.” Ellie glared at her father, who was busy salting his food, “Dina told me.” He stated, Ellie cussed under her breath, “all I know is… maybe you should talk to her.” Ellie scoffed, “talk to her? Now why would I do that?” Joel shook his head, “maybe, I don’t know.. get her side of the story.”

Ellie held her head with a hand, “her side of the story?” She repeated, Joel sighed and looked at her annoyed, “That prick said she was only using me to make him jealous.” Ellie was just about to pick at her food again, but Joel took her plate, “hey!” Joel shook his head, “that’s what he says, but did you ever ask her if that was true?”

Ellie shook her head, “did she call or texted you?” Ellie nodded her head, “and?” Ellie sighed and shrugged, “I didn’t open it.” Joel laughed, “you are always on that damn phone, and you are telling me that you haven’t opened to see what she texted?” Ellie groaned, “who cares, it’s over and done with. Now can I eat?” With a bit of hesitance, Joel placed her plate back.

The next week wasn’t all that easy, Ellie didn’t drop you off to school, and Ellie completely ignored you throughout P.E, Dina and Jesse tried to talk about the issue, but Ellie wasn’t budging.

Even she didn’t know why she was so cold.

Ellie didn’t know why she was so stubborn about this, maybe it was because she was afraid that if she were to ask you about it, you’d tell her that it was true, she’d be heartbroken even more.

It wasn’t the first time someone used her to get with someone else.

And just like that Friday had came, and it was the fall dance, Dina was getting ready in Ellie’s room, wanting her true opinion, “the red rubies or the pearls?” She asked, Ellie was busy throwing a soccer ball she had bought a while back. “Uhhh pearls.” She responded not bothering to look at her friend, “Ellie…come on. She’s just across the street.” Ellie looked at her very dressed up friend, she shook her head, “nah. The rubies are better.”

Jesse had arrived and took Dina with him, leaving Ellie alone at her house, curiosity got the best of her and she got up to look out her window. Your house was completely dark, all except your room, with a sigh she let go of the drapes and went back to her bed, throwing the soccer ball up into the air.

A knock came from her door, Joel came in and sat down, “Dina and Jess left.” He said, causing Ellie to simply nod, “I know.” She said, “it would be a shame for that tux Jess lent to go to waste,” Joel muttered, “seeing as we took a huge portion of our time getting it tailored to fit you right.” Ellie sighed, “Joel-“ Ellie groaned annoyed with him, “I’m not telling you to ask her to dance, I’m telling you to go to the dance and have fun with your friends instead of wallowing in your self pity.” Joel watched as Ellie sighed.

“Not everyone is using you El’s.”

Joel got up from the bed and sighed, “icing people out isn’t the way to go kid, but uh- there’s some leftover lasagna from last night, If you wanted to eat something. I’ll be in the garage.” With a soft pat on the shoulder he then left Ellie in her room, as per usual, Joel’s words would stick onto her and eat at her, maybe he was right, and that’s what Ellie didn’t want to think.

After a while Ellie decided she was hungry so she went down to heat up the lasagna, however the hum of a car got her attention, getting up she looked outside to see that stupid silver car.

Jacob.

Anger filled her body, watching Jacob walk with pride to your door, she wanted to go back to eating her lasagna but her body wouldn’t budge. Jacob slicked back his hair, and knocked on the door, and yet you didn’t answer. Ringing the doorbell wasn’t helping poor Jacob either, after a while Ellie could hear Jacob yell out a few things to your window.

‘Can we talk?’

‘Baby I’m sorry.’

‘Come down and let’s talk it out.’

And yet you didn’t come out, and soon enough Jacob drove away in his stupid car.

Ellie decided she wasn’t gonna go to you, she was gonna sit down, eat her food, and watch some love island uk (Dina had gotten her hooked on that show) and go to bed, and yet…

Why the fuck is she walking to your home?

She had finally made it to your door, regretting even leaving her room, she was about to knock on the door when she realized it was best to just turn back around, and that’s what she was gonna do, until you opened the front door. Both of you awkwardly stood in front of the other, not saying a word till Ellie broke off the silence.

“How’d you know I was out here?”

You looked at her confused and Ellie could have sworn she saw a bit of sadness in your eyes but you covered it up. Crossing your arms you glared at her, “the Uber eats said the food was delivered.” Ellie let out a small ‘oh’ and looked around to see any food, but nothing was there. “Look- I just wanted too..” she started, she was trying to find the right words, but her mind went blank.

“I’m sorry.” She finally muttered, causing you to take a deep breath- “that’s it? That’s all you have to say? Jesus Ellie.” You dropped your crossed arms to your side and onto your hips, “I tried to talk to you- call, text, notes! And you blew me off. I thought you liked me.” You ranted, causing Ellie to flinch a bit, “I do! I do like you-“

“So why the hell did you ignore me? You could have let me explain. That how he lied, and how all he did was try to rile you up- guess it worked.” You laughed with a scoff, Ellie felt like a total asshole, and she knew she was. “I know, I’m sorry- I’m really sorry. I just- my last relationship I was used to make someone else jealous and I was stupid enough to stay for a year, and I know that it isn’t an excuse, but… what he said messed me up, thought it was happening again.”

Ellie couldn’t look at you, she felt like an idiot for even believing what Jacob said, she was that insecure. You sighed, “I knew Cat went back with her ex, but I didn’t know that…” you stood watching the auburn haired girl who was refusing to look back up, “you could have just told me El’s.” You calling her ‘El’s’ helped her loosen her tense already body. “I know.” She replied softly, “and I know you’d never do that, I was insecure and- and idiot.”

You nodded with a small smile, “a big one but- okay.” Ellie laughed, “I’m sorry.” Ellie repeated again, “I accept the apology.” You smiled at Ellie who finally was able to look you in the eye again. “So, get ready.” Ellie said about to turn back to her house, “woah-“ you grab her arm, looking at her confused. “Get ready for what?” You asked, Ellie smiled and looked at you as if it was obvious, “the fall dance, duh! I mean- if it’s not too late to take you.”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d love to go.” Ellie cooly walked back, but as soon as the garage doors opened to reveal a confused Joel, she panicked. “I have to get ready!” She sputtered, running in and dragging her poor old man into the house. Joel rushed into his room to get some of his favorite cologne, while Ellie was a mess putting on her tuxedo.

Finally, Ellie was done and standing in the mirror double checking if she looked good. “You look beautiful kid, come on.” Ellie watched Joel go downstairs, she sighed as she was panicking a bit but, with a deep breath she made her way downstairs. And there you were, standing next to Joel in a beautiful gown, “wow!” You said, a blush already formed on your face, “wow yourself.” Ellie walked up to you and grabbed your hand.

She had bought the corsage a few days ago, she was worried about if it was the right color for the dress and had to double visit the store, just for accuracy. Taking it out and putting it on your hand, you couldn’t help but smile and look at Ellie’s cute concentrated face. “Well, we’re off.” Ellie said proudly, but Joel didn’t let them step a foot out of the door until he got a couple pictures, promising you that he would send some to your parents.

The car ride to school was filled with jokes and laughter, but the panic that was installed in Ellie was still brewing, she got the girl, got her truck fixed, looks pretty snazzy in her suit… and yet she was still a bit nervous. As soon as she parked the truck, you put a hand over hers, “You okay?” You whispered, you could tell she was a bit nervous, “yeah… kinda. I mean, if I gotta be honest, I didn’t think I’d make it this far with you.” You giggled.

“Well you did.” You softly held her face, causing her eyes to look at your lips, the vanilla scent she always dreamed about was right there. Just as she was about to lean in, you had already beaten her to it, Ellie felt the last small bit of unsureness ooze out of her body. The kiss was cut short when Ellie pulled away, “as much as I wanna continue kissing you, the dance is over by ten, and it’s nine fifteen…”

You giggled at her, “okay- let’s go inside.” The both of you walked hand in hand into the dance, a couple of your friends were confused and Jacob was fuming, however he had found a cheerleader to settle on for the night. Dina and Jesse rushed over to the two of you, ecstatic that the both of you had managed to fix the issue. The both of you danced about a couple of songs, many times you had stopped to kiss, Ellie was absolutely whipped for you, the smile never dropping from her face.

Ellie Williams was in love with you.

And she was 100% sure that you were too.

The end :)

[yeahyeahchloe]

It Wasn't in my Head (1)

(a/n: hellooo! im super excited to be putting my ideas into writing ((finally)) and sharing it with u! this will be a multi part fic, im not sure how long yet, but i am a fan of long slowburn stories so get ready. also, this story will contain inappropriate themes so minors and ageless blogs dni! this is only my third or fourth fic ive ever done so plz be nice to me hehe. ok on with it then)

Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...

dancer!reader x football!abby

!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!

The locker slammed in the empty room as the blonde walked out alone, ready for practice. There were a few "hey man"s thrown her way as she walked out the doors.

Abby had always had a thing for sports since she was a kid. She tried a lot of them too, none of them quite working out.

That was before she found football.

Football was one of the only things that ever made Abby truly happy. She knew it was kind of corny to say, but she seriously felt lost without it.

So when she worked her ass off and was offered a once in a lifetime opportunity to play on the men's football team at the college in her hometown, it just kind of felt like fate was aligned.

Abby jogged over to where she saw everyone else running and started doing so. Abby got along fine with all the boys on her team, I mean it was her team after all, but she never really felt the need to truly befriend any of them. She had her close circle and that was all she needed.

Her said close circle consisted of her friends Miguel, Ellie, and Vi.

Her and Miguel met when they were teenagers at a boxing class. She ended up hating boxing but loving what came out of it. Miguel was the type of guy to make anyone feel good about anything. He could turn anything into the funniest joke, or a life lesson.

And Ellie, well she met Ellie not long ago, when their dads met in a poker club and Ellie's dad kina killed Abby's in the game. They had been friends ever since they started talking about their lack of mothers and love of corny dad jokes. Abby had also always known Ellie was gay, but the deal was kind of sealed when she would gush about her crush on a girl named Riley.

And Vi, well Vi was Abby's best friend since childhood. Abby was embarrassed to say, but she was the scared, shy kid sitting on the ABC rug in the classroom. Thankfully, Vi was the complete opposite and marched right up to Abby on her short little legs and struck up conversation. And the rest of the story just kind of wrote itself.

"Hey! Hey Anderson! Slow down!"

Abby looked over her shoulder to analyze the face calling out to her. She turned back ahead and cringed before turning back around and smiling at the man.

Owen wasn't a bad guy per-say, it was really just the way he couldn't learn when to stop. He had practically been eating out of Abby's hands the past three years they've been playing together.

It always confused Abby why she wasn't attracted to Owen, but she sort of just wasn't, and she thought she had made that pretty clear. She also just liked to think that sports were important to her, and she had too much going on for crushes or relationships.

"Hey Owen what's goin on?" Abby slowed so the man could catch up and tried to approach the conversation politely.

"Oh yaknow...practice," He said in between huffs, trying to catch up with the fit girl next to him, "What about you?"

"Yeah just, practice," She commented, coated with awkwardness.

Owen went to open his mouth to speak again, but thankfully her coach whistled loudly and told everyone to hustle in.

They flocked over to their coach and took a knee in front of him while the moustached man opened his mouth and started speaking.

"I called y'all over here to talk before ya started doing drills," he gruffed in his strange accent, "I hope y'all have noticied, that all your scrimages have been straight crap recently. I've seen blindfolded toddlers play ball better than you sissies!"

Abby cringed at his harsh words, but she couldn't help but agree. She assumed everyone was slacking recently due to the fact it was August, and the season hadn't even started yet.

"So, since I wont be caught coaching a ton of pansies, I've decided to get some outside help," everyone seemed confused by his words, and Abby couldn't help but be confused herself.

What the hell kind of outside help did they need?

"Huskies, y'all are gonna be taking ballet classes," the coach said, smirk prominent on his mustache covered lips.

Everyone immediately groaned and commented with wild distaste for the man's decision.

"Shut your nabbin!" he erupted with anger in his voice, "I don't want to hear another damn word! Y'all are takin ballet to learn that just because you think you're big tough men, don't mean you are! You will learn how to move properly on your feet, improving your agility, balance, and strength coordination. You start tomorrow and are fortunate enough to be taught by the greatest ballet dancer in the state and a student at this school. Dismissed,"

Fuck

(a/n: ok wow first chapter! hoped you guys liked it, I promise the next chapter will be more interesting. I will try and have it out soon! ♡︎♡︎)

[witheringwidgetwrites]

Benny weir wanting to ask reader out?

Hi hi!! I hope this is OK, I'm a little nervous about it and I ended on a cliffhanger because I wasn't sure which direction I wanted to take it in, I struggle a little bit with more general prompts, but I hope I did Benny justice enough!!!

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The bell had just rung for the 4th hour class of the day, the halls were quickly clearing out as Ethan emptied his previous class's books into his locker.

"Benny, just go for it." Ethan ducks his head, turning to Benny while he gesture's towards Y/N. He is tired of watching his best friend stare longingly at the back of their head.

"Absolutely not E! Maybe if I had some sort of love potion or maybe something to make them forget it ever happened. Just in case I get rejected," He turned his head back to Ethan, "I need a plan. In all due time buddy."

The bell rung once again before the halls cleared out entirely, a majority of the student body filing into the cafeteria.

Benny and Ethan sat at the lunch table, awaiting the rest of their usual group. "So, what's your plan Benny?"

Benny looked around quickly, a swift bloom of flowers erupting from his hand. He sat them down on the other side of the table, checking again to make sure that no one has seen him. "I will obviously woo them secretly until they fall in love with me, then I'll reveal myself, and they'll have no choice but to be my partner."

Ethan scoffed, and shaking his head he was about to speak up until Y/N sat their tray down across from them, plopping into the seat, Rory following along. Before they could speak, Rory chimed in, "wowza, where did these come from?" grabbing them, and shoving them into his nose.

"Those are for Y/N actually, the little card thing says so, not sure where they came from."

They chuckled, "are you joking?" They picked up the bouquet, checking the tiny card with the inscription of their name. "From secret admirer, ha. This has to be a joke." A soft blush lit up their cheeks as they rolled their eyes, assuming it was some sort of prank.

"I don't think it is," Ethan took a bite of his sloppy lunch potatoes, watching Benny push his around intensely.

"Anyway, did you guys see that new movie that everyone was hyping up?"

The rest of the night was uneventful, until a few days later, when Y/N opened their locked to a stuffed bear. They were used to smaller tiny surprises, but they seemed to really step up within the next few week. The next time it was chocolates, then answers to a math quiz, and then a letter. A long letter. They were eager to share it with their friends, especially Sarah, who might have an idea on who it is.

Y/N waited by their locker for Sarah, who came by a few minutes before the first bell. "Oh my gods, Sarah, read this. I've been getting these presents from a "secret admirer" for a few weeks now, but this is the best one yet."

"I noticed, those flowers you had the other day were gorgeous. I was kinda jealous," she chuckled and started reading, mumbling to herself as she scanned the page. "Wow."

"I can't tell if it's an elaborate prank or not, it's kind of sweet." Y/N shrugged, avoiding Sarah's eyes as she looked up.

"This seems really heartfelt. I bet it's from Benny. 'I want to play Knights Of Ninjitsu IV with you for hours, I want to kick your butt, then let you win.' Who else would write that?"

They chuckled, "god no way it's Benny!"

The bell rung. "Just think about it," Sarah assured as she turned to walk to class. Had these really been from Benny? It would make a little sense, but Benny seemed like he had a type, and that type was not Y/N.

Hours later, they had finally caught Ethan alone. "Is it him, Ethan?" They seemed a little panicked, and he couldn't help but feel bad.

"I can't say who it is. I am forbade." He turned quickly and walked away, almost tumbling over his own footing. The more and more they thought about it, the more sense it made that it would be Benny. But that would be too good to be true.

The small clique had a movie night scheduled for that Sunday evening, and slowly, but surely everyone had arrived. Everyone meaning Ethan, Benny, and Y/N. They had all agreed upon a new movie, normally watching reruns, but tonight's movie seemed a little awkward, Benny had just seen slightly off all night, and for the past few weeks. Ethan ran off to the kitchen, quickly making a few bags of popcorn, the majority of which would be eaten by Benny.

"Oh, I'll go help Ethan!" Benny sprung up, turning on his heel before Y/N grabbed his hand. "I need to ask you something." Benny's breath hitched momentarily, a small blush flooding his face, "of course, what's up?"

"Has it been you?"

[treatbuckywkisses]

Blood Sweat and Tears

Boxer!Bucky × Reader

Summary: In which Bucky has a questionable hobby

Warnings: 18+ (it's my blog so fuck off that's why) Cursing

Word Count: 984 (i can only write so much you guys)

A/N: okayyy this has been sitting with me for the absolute longest time ever! it's currently after 1am here, and ive been completely mia for way too long, sooo I'm deciding to post this right now😭 there is no way in hell I could be doing any of this without any of my sweet friends on here but I want to especially shout out @sweetdreamsbuck and @writing-for-marvel for inspiring me and encouraging me through this🥹 i love you guys so much and I can never thank you enough for all you've done for me since i joined this place<3 (yall already know the moodboard was made by me)

God you hate time. You hate looking at the clock, what feels like every five minutes, only to find it's been maybe two at the most. Especially on days like today; the days Bucky fought.

Bucky.

Your stomach aches thinking about him being in the ring later.

He is such an incredible boxer, one of the best in the city actually. But that knowledge did very little to ease your nerves about his hobby.

You've seen what he can do, and you love watching him practice. The way every muscle in his body flexes when he throws a hit, sweat running down every inch and crevice, flying off him like rain drops. The sounds he makes when he lifts weights and the pants he lets out when he hits a punching bag—everything about it - about him is mesmerizing.

You loved it just as much as you hated it. You knew Bucky could handle himself, especially in the ring, but you worried anyway. You always worry. Anything could happen up there and you couldn't stand the thought of him being seriously injured. Your over-thinking got the better of you and nothing could make you feel better. Nothing except seeing him yourself after the fight.

Most fight days, you're torn–constant anxiety looming over you. You think only the worst first, every little (and not so little) way he could be hurt. The bad outcomes are endless if you really let yourself think about them. Bucky never lets you get too far down that rabbit hole though, always reminding you he loves what he does and that helps him to be the best.

Interrupting your thoughts, Bucky starts coming down a hallway–which you know leads to the locker room. Where he's been hiding and getting himself ready for tonight; doing some warm-ups and wrapping his knuckles, and whatever else his pre-fight routine entails.

When he steps in the light of the gym people immediately start to cheer for him and he breaks out in a grin, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, raising his gloved fist in the air.

He really does love this. And you'd never underestimate how much he does again. You only had the one time, you were just upset really, but after a broken nose, mild concussion and many scrapes and bruises, you'd say you were allowed to be. Even after all that you'll never forget what he had told you when you asked him why he chooses to do this to himself.

"Well.. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel, you know? It's freeing in a sense, like how some people meditate? When I'm up there, it's like nothing out of that ring matters just for a moment, and I don't have anything to worry or think about. It's just me, and it feels good. It's exhilarating. It's like this good insane feeling I can't really describe, but I love it. I can't imagine not doing it." He spoke with so much emotion that you almost forgot about his many injuries that night.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, no matter how many times you see his introduction. He's wearing his robe, a livid blue-gray color with 'Barnes' in black across his upper back. It's a shiny material–not a glittery one, and he's got his hood up on his head.

He hoists himself up on the platform and splits some of the ropes to duck between and step over, and finally he's on the canvas mat.

His hood is off now and you can tell he's scanning the room for you. A smile of endearment is on your face and it only grows bigger when he finds you and shoots you a wink.

Buckys opponent for todays match enters as he did previously. Once they're introduced to the gym, they bump gloved fists for a show of good sportsmanship before they start.

When Bucky's up on the platform he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Your eyes never leave him for a moment. He's enchanting.

Once the fight begins though, a slight grimace stays on your face. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are parted the smallest bit, hands grasping and fidgeting with his dog tags that dangle from around your neck. You wear them for Bucky on fight days, "safe keeping," he said once.

When he fights, you don't watch quite the same way as when he's practicing. Your focus is on holding your breath every time a hit is thrown his way. It's a sigh of relief when he dodges or blocks but a distressed sigh when he takes the hit with all the force it's been given to him.

Bucky is damn good at what he does but you can't help but fret. You're not always sitting but you're at the edge of your seat for the whole match watching Bucky and whoever he's fighting dance around the ring. You can never tell how long the matches last, supposedly it's different each fight with each opponent, but to you they were all the same.

You felt like time wasn't moving and like it was speeding around you at the same time. This could be torture if Bucky didn't look so good. Truthfully though, sometimes you didn't even pay attention. You only found yourself thinking about what nasty cuts you'd be cleaning up and how many bruises he would have later, staining his skin for weeks at a time.

You shiver at your own thoughts and blink your focus back on Bucky in time to see him land a punch on his opponent. A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you admire the pure and genuine excitement on Bucky’s beautiful face when he's announced the winner of the match. And come on, how could you argue with that?

He makes the worry worth it.

[aemondslefteyeball]

In the Flat Field (1)

[Future!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Spooky shit]

[Summary: The year is 2864, and mankind has spread to the stars. You and your partner are a part of the Exoarchaeologist's Guild, exploring the known universe on the USS Vhagar. When the two of you enter a new frontier you make a discovery that will either make or destroy both of your careers at the Guild. If you can make your way back to it, that is.]

Word Count: 4.3K

Chapter One

A gut pull drag on me

Into the chasm gaping, we.

Vhagar’s engines thrummed softly in the background while you set the plates down on the little table in the dining room. After they were arranged and the replicator was shut off, you expanded the hologram that sat confined in your watch. Pulling up the menu, you clicked on the ship’s comms and sent your best friend a ping that the food was ready. A few minutes later Aemond arrived in the kitchen, sweat coating his brow from where he had been overhauling the backup wiring in the lateral thrusters. “Hey, love.” A wide grin pulled across his face, his eyes widening at the Arrysian stir-fry before him. “This is why we’re partners.” His face softened for a second, and your heartbeat quickened in your chest. He went to the wash station, dipping his hands into the electrostatic fog before settling down at the table. 

“The reports on the Milner vase came back, it’s from approximately 2146, sometime in the spring but the carbon atoms aren’t stable enough to tell precisely when it was made.” Aemond nodded as you briefed him. The two of you had been hoping it was made in the 2060s when the Carythian empire had been in its golden era. Nonetheless, the guild would want it when you two returned to Valyretos so into the storage lockers it would go. “I was thinking maybe we could push further into Juliet Quadrant, I looked through the Guild database and couldn’t find many records of archaeologists coming here.” 

“I couldn’t agree more, Hotel Quadrant has been overrun since they found that temple.” Aemond had always leaned towards misanthropy, which was pretty funny considering he devoted his life to rummaging through dead peoples’ shit. As the two of you talked about your plans and input the vectors into Vhagar’s nav system, Aemond grabbed your plates and placed them back into the replicator, where it dematerialized them. 

You two fell into a comfortable silence as you thinned out the scrubbers. The plants had been growing a bit too thick, and it posed a risk of clogging up the dioxide filters. The pair of you dictated the report on the Milner vase together, bickering like an old married couple as to whether it portrayed Nienna or Valeich. Despite your back-and-forths, you two had always been two peas in a pod. You remembered when you first met Aemond back at the Academy. Long, silver hair draped over a handsome face. On the left side of it, a cybernetic implant sat. Valyrian steel laced into his cheek, a crystalline transceiver sitting where an eye normally would. His demeanor intimidated you back then, and you had the same classes for months before Aemond finally approached you and asked if you would study for the preliminaries with him. The more you got to know him the more shocked you became, as you had assumed his family pulled strings to get him into the academy. You had friends at Telmar IV and none of them had any good stories about his older brother, and even less about his father. Studying his face for a moment, you reflected on how the years had changed it. The minuscule amount of baby fat that had clung to his face as a fifteen-year-old had faded, and you couldn’t deny he was quite the handsome man. But Aemond was… well, Aemond. You couldn’t think of any time he seemed more interested in any one person over his work. That being said, it seemed it was the reason you two fit so well together. Both of you refused to ever stop pushing, and it led to you being valedictorian, and Aemond the salutatorian. It was a miracle you beat him out, but the final exam tripped him up just enough that you edged in a victory. To your surprise, he didn’t seem jealous at all. When your final GPAs were announced he just pulled you into a hug and tentatively asked if you two could be partners after graduation. Eight years later, the two of you were sailing off into Juliet Quadrant on the USS Vhagar. It was Aemond’s pride and joy, a smile dancing across your face at the memory of the hours spent in his hangar. He had never grown out of tinkering with her, you supposed.

“Something on your mind?” Aemond’s right eyebrow was quirked, amusement glimmering in his violet eyes. 

“Remember when you were building her?” 

An easy grin pulled across Aemond’s face as he pulled another plant from the wall. You swore you saw a blush on his cheeks for a second before he turned towards the compost bin. “I remember warbling on about her engine schematics for hours.” He turned back to you, something unidentifiable in the back of his eye. “I don’t think anybody had ever really sat and listened to me like that before.” There was a comfort to the admission, an easiness that only came with eleven years of companionship. When the two of you finished, the plant matter was deconstructed by the bin before being spread over the mycelium racks in a fine mist. 

Nebulas of magenta and sea-foam green spread out before your eyes, the viewscreen set to record the star system as you two settled into the cockpit. Aemond sunk into his crash couch with a groan, pausing for a moment before he followed your line of sight. “Gods that’s beautiful,” he muttered. 

“You’re beautiful.” When Aemond turned to look at you, he was met with your raised middle finger. 

He chuckled before shaking his head, looking down at the controls. “It remains a great mystery as to why you’re single.” 

“A great tragedy.” You teased, clasping your hands for dramatic effect. 

“Mmm,” Aemond replied, something shifting in his gaze as he leaned closer toward you. You smiled at him coyly, one leg crossed over the other. 

Suddenly the proximity klaxon sounded, the view screen flashing red. Vhagar’s point defense cannons were locked onto an asteroid 437 kilometers in diameter. You looked to Aemond, engaging the railguns and cutting minor paths through it before Aemond finally launched a PDC round into the asteroid that sent it shattering out into the frontier. The two of you breathed a sigh of relief. No pieces of the asteroid were large enough to cause actual damage to Vhagar. As soon as the two of you started to relax, the ship was hit by a small rumble. You looked to Aemond in confusion, and he looked to you in worry. Whatever jostled Vhagar had to be something particularly nasty, and it would be better to get the hell out of dodge time now. Sensors were reading that a nearby star had started a coronal mass ejection registering off the Gerardys Scale. As you engaged the joysticks, the ship was hit by a wave that sent it tumbling through the vacuum. Aemond’s arm snapped across your chest as if he was going to hold you in, and you shot him a strange look. You were both literally strapped into your couches. Despite the futility of the gesture, your heart rate increased. Another wave wracked the ship, and it froze suddenly. The system had entirely changed. Literally. You and Aemond looked at each other in confusion for a moment, pulling up your vitals. Both of you were sober and all was were clear, which only left the impossible. You two were somewhere else, in a dimensional freefall before your surroundings shifted again. 

The ship solidified in the goldilocks atmosphere of a thus unidentified planet. You braced yourself for another few minutes, expecting to find yourself in yet another strange new system. When no shift happened, you and Aemond stared at each other. “What the fuck?” You whispered as he let out an ‘Mmm’ of agreement. “Should we land?” 

Aemond’s brow furrowed for a minute, and you saw the light on the side of his implant flicker. Another thing you loved about Aemond, he ran almost every major decision through that implant of his. “Yes.” He stated simply, as you nodded. While Aemond had always been able to destroy you in engineering, you were the pilot. Autopilot was engaged until the stratosphere was breached, from there you set the controls to manual and landed Vhagar in a vegetated field. The two of you opened the comms before sending out an emergency message to the guild. When the ping sounded your heart dropped into your stomach. For the first time ever, Vhagar was unable to transmit. Your wary gaze met Aemonds again, and you shot him a smile you hoped was comforting. He had designed Vhagar so she synchronized with his implant, and the expression on his face told you he was just as lost. Environmental sensors showed nothing of note, while cobalt-blue vines spread out as far as the eye could see. No signs of sentient life read from the field, but the two of you had another hope in mind. Two klicks off into the distance stood the only artificially constructed building you had seen in this hemisphere. You and Aemond took another glance at each other. Periwinkle stucco rippled into basalt before it shifted to plastic siding. Wherever the two of you had landed, it was a far cry from anything you ever had seen before. Really read, heard, or thought about even. In short summary, you guys were up shit creek with no paddle. 

“Well,” Aemond said flatly, his voice revealing the slightest waver. “We’ve definitely found something new.” You nodded as your boots crunched into the vines beneath your feet. 

You let the silence hang for a second longer before it dawned on you. “The asteroid.” When your gaze turned to Aemond, his brow was knit together with the steel implant. You stopped for a moment, Aemond following in tandem. Pulling up the hologram screen from your watch, you expanded it into view mode. Aemond’s hand came to rest on your waist as he stepped closer towards you, eyes fixed on the screen. Clicking on the recording of the flight data, you pull the asteroid’s hologram out, setting it into a field of its own before programming Vhagar to run a simulation of its flight path. 

“What in the seven hells?” Aemond whispered, your mouth going dry as the two of you watched the path of the asteroid. It was moving as if on a track, with a constant velocity. The vector was straight, clear-cut, and too mathematically neat to be natural. Aemond reached into the hologram as well, overlaying the simulation onto the schematic of the system. When he pressed play, you brought your thumbnail to your mouth, resting it on your teeth for a moment. That was it, this was something nobody in the guild had ever discovered before. Your heart sank at the realization that the two of you had unknowingly destroyed a priceless artifact. 

“It’s a…” Aemond looked at you for a second, his lilac eye narrowing at you as he tried to follow your train of thought. “Aem, I think it’s a cosmic-scale Rube Goldberg machine.” 

“Who could have built it?” He murmured, talking more to himself than you. “And why?” His right fist clenched as the light flashed in Valyrian steel. “Implant’s got nothing.” He finally concluded. Nothing of this scale had ever been done before, though to be fair this was just a theory as of right now. Maybe there was some psychoactive chemical in the atmosphere that Vhagar’s sensors didn’t pick up. It would certainly make more sense than either a machine spanning an entire solar system or an asteroid that seemed to move in the weirdest orbit you had ever seen. 

“After we destroyed it, the ion storm started.” You reflected out loud, your finger tracing over the light blue flashes of the hologram as the world shifted around the two of you. Cerulean skies melted into emerald and rose, but the two of you quickly found the bigger mystery. “After that is when things started getting… weird.” You said simply, wishing there was a word that more accurately described stumbling across a space oddity.

“Before we were thrown into the singularity…” Aemond picked up. You nodded, fidgeting with your hands. Aemond’s thumb rubbed little circles into your waist before he gently massaged the spot that always bothered you. Worry dissipated, as your gaze shifted to your best friend. If nothing else, you were relieved he was here. You leaned into him, inhaling the scent of leather and pine. Aemond pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s going to be alright, love.” He murmured. As he said that, your boots sank into bubblegum-colored sand. You pulled away and shot each other a look of mutual understanding. The environment was changing rapidly, but a building still stood. A queer patina shimmered over the roof tiles as they morphed into thatch, less than half a kilometer away now. You pulled your boot out of the sand, going to place it before you until a patch of ice rippled beneath your foot and you lost your balance. Aemond, thankfully, had quicker reflexes than most humans due to his implant. His arm snaked out to grab you before steadying you on your feet. 

“Thanks.” You prayed that you weren’t blushing. Aemond just wasn’t interested in you like that. Aemond wasn’t really interested in anybody like that. 

After a quarter-kilometer trek that thrust you into six different biomes, the two of you finally came to the ever-changing sight of the house before you. Grand French doors were adorned with stained glass that seemed to produce its own light. The images danced across the panes, but when Aemond scanned it he found no power source. Glass figurines revelled, read, and leaped as the glass changed colors. “I know this is probably a stupid question,” Aemond furrowed his brow, a gentle look in his eye as he glanced toward you. “But you’re recording all of this, right?”

Aemond smiled at you, ruffling your hair suddenly as you batted his hands away. “You don’t ask stupid questions, that’s why we’ve been together for so long.” Been together. Sometimes you wondered if he did it on purpose. If he knew and was just rubbing salt into the wound. But his eye held no indication of mockery, and an easy look rested across his chiseled features. Like when you two first met. The years had hardened his face, but the remnants of the dorky teenager reemerged. Your dork. After a moment, he reached to open the door, the knob shifting to a beautiful ivory as he opened it. While the house seemed to be more fixed than the outside was, a foyer flashed in and out of existence, staircases moving throughout the belly of the beast. Hair raised on your neck, animal instincts screaming at the uncanny nature of the morphing environment. The two of you stepped through doorways into rooms that flashed in and out of existence, often finding yourself in new parts of the house. Decor flashed in and out of different cultures, times, and places. One minute Veltruvian lamps cast their plum glow across the walls. Others, class candles burned into your retinas. Walls of ebony stretched out across the basement the two of you had stepped into, and you traced your fingers along it, taking in the sight. Aemond beelined towards a desk, his gaze focused. Picking up the piece of metal, he turned it over in his hands before his gaze panned over to you. Holding it up, he laughed. “A sextant!” Blue light flickered out of the implant as he ran his fingers over the bronze. “18th century Earth.” A happy grin overtook his features as he unzipped his backpack, placing it in. Technically it was supposed to go to the guild, but you could pretend you didn’t see it in his room. Ebony walls shifted into cherry as you two stepped into a bedroom. A large, soft bed took up most of the space, but your gaze flickered to the closet. 

“Jackpot.” You said, throwing the doors open before tutting disappointedly. All men’s clothes, and way too large for you from the looks of it. You flipped through the hangers, finding a long black trench coat. Pulling it off the rack, you held it up to Aemond’s shoulders, giving him a look. Aemond humored you, shrugging off his coat and tossing it onto the bed before pulling the trench coat over himself. The sleeves were a touch too short, but Aemond cut quite the strapping figure in it. You pulled your fingers up to your mouth and let out a wolf whistle. Raising your finger to spin it, Aemond shook his head as he chuckled. “C’mon CoverGirl.” You cheered. He pulled the coat off before tossing it over his shoulder and strutting across the room. When he reached you, he paused for a second, his face twisting as if he was thinking. When it continued on for another second, a nervous smile flashed across your face. “I’m starting to smell smoke.” You teased, taking the coat and putting it back on the hanger. You paused for a second after placing it back on the rack, shoving the coats off to one side and dropping to your knees. Before you, a small door stayed in place, the trim melting between shades of eggshell. You turned back to Aemond, and the blue light flickered before he nodded. Taking a deep breath, you opened the latch to Pandora’s door. The tiny door opened up to a full-length hallway and you started to poke your head in before Aemond lunged to grab you. 

His leather jacket was back on him, expression serious as he turned the light in his implant on. Brick and stone flashed across the walls, an oil spill of different materials swirling before your eyes. Stepping into it, he gestured for you to follow before putting an arm out in front of you protectively. While his arm unfortunately was not singularity-proof, the sweetness of the gesture was appreciated. Exposed pipes of different metals lined the ceiling, the ripples easing the further along you traveled. The two of you came to a halt before the large iron door and you swallowed harshly. There was no sign of a spindle on the door, but it was cracked. A glimpse of light peeked out. You wracked your brain trying to remember any time that you had seen a safe that didn’t close from the outside. “Stay behind me,” Aemond muttered, with you nodding and moving to the opposite side of the frame. Aemond pressed the door open, ancient hinges creaking in protest. You peeked in to see Aemond staring at the room in shock. Light shone in through a bowed window, dust floating through the sunbeams as it bounced off one of the mirrors and right into your eyes. Flinching and holding a hand up, you came to Aemond’s side. “There can’t be a window here.” He muttered. “There’s solid brick around the entire room.” His head shook in disbelief, staring out into the yellow sky. “We’re in the basement.” 

“Aemond.” He was pulled out of his train of thought before you gestured to the rest of the room. Dust stirred in the air, tickling at the back of your nostrils. Sunlight shone onto a neatly made, though clearly neglected bed. The walls were a solid beige color, with an armoire and a little kitchenette stacked into the small space. 

“Did you hear me? There cannot be a window here.” 

“I heard you.” You snapped. On the table, an old journal disappeared, and a radio appeared in its place. Aside from that, the room was still. The walls remained as they were, and whatever plagued the rest of the house seemed mitigated here. The eye of the singularity. Realization dawned on Aemond as he shot you a look. The emotion was unreadable for a second before you finally recognized it. Fear. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen Aemond truly scared. You wondered if you ever had. Aemond paced around the room, stalking about with an anxious expression on his face. “I’m going to get a reading on that door.” Pulling at the straps of your backpack, you stepped out of the iron door, and into the largest room you had ever seen. 

Columns of shelves reached as high as you could see, the musk of the ancient room pervasive. Stepping down a row, you pressed yourself against a shelf and took a deep breath in. Okay. You and Aemond had been separated. It would be alright, you told yourself. Thus far you returned back to the same general area within the singularity itself. Your position in spacetime seemed fixed, but it shifted around you like a kaleidoscope. After you regained your head, you continued to creep down the rows. Strange bottles lined the walls, filled with different colored mists. You couldn’t articulate what it was, but every instinct screamed at you.

In the presence of something that was ancient when man was still fish, something stirred off in the distance. That’s when it sounded again. Heavy footfalls grew closer while you skirted around the wooden shelves, taking advantage of every blind spot around the bottles. A myriad of swirling colors spun within the glass, hypnotizing. You edged along the row slowly, checking your surroundings before making a dash to the next one. Upon getting there, you pinched your nose and exhaled through your mouth silently. When your heart rate slowed and your mind cleared, you snapped back to the task at hand. Escape. That’s when you caught sight of it through the reflection on the bottle. Ducking back behind the panel of wood, you looked at the bottles on the opposite shelf through the corner of your eye. Whatever it was, it was large. Stretched abnormally tall, the creature was broad, visual static flickering through the body. Ink seemed to stretch over the skin in a shifting calico pattern, blinking in and out as the creature let out a low wheeze. Two massive, gray pits swirling in what you could only assume were its eyes. A clicking rang out through the silent rows, and you took extra care to maintain your cover. Thuds fell onto stone floors at an uneasy tempo. Inhuman. An uncharacteristically long pause between one footfall and the next. Purples and greens spilled into the shifting skin pattern, your eyes intermittently flicking to the bottles. Something between a gurgle and a click emerged as the creature stalked about, dragging its spindly fingers along the dusty shelves. Suddenly it came to a pause, the colors in it shifting as it stopped to examine the shelf. The spot where you had braced yourself after first seeing the thing. Fuck. The speed of the clicking increased, and you felt a strange sort of joy radiating off of the being. It canvassed the room carefully, prowling towards the row you had previously been at. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pressed yourself against a new row, eyes trained on the bottles. Keeping your hands at your side so as to not leave another breadcrumb for whatever the fuck that thing was, you continued down the row. The creature ambled around as if it had all the time in the world, happy gurgles emerging from its abdomen. A soft peach glow shone around it, your eyes drawn in. It was strangely beautiful in contrast to the grotesque nature of the being. Something pure and celestial, mesmerizing. A dreamy smile passed across your face as you stumbled onto the shelf closest to you. Fuck. If the thud from your contact wasn’t enough, a bottle fell off the shelf and shattered before you had the chance to grab it. A flat voice emerged from the shattered glass as an ancient recitation sounded in a language you couldn’t identify. You slapped your watch, having it record a sample of the language to analyze later. A much, much bigger fish to fry had clambered over to the end of the row. The ecstatic clicking picked up in tempo, and your eyes widened in horror before you scrambled onto your feet to sprint as fast as humanly possible. The eerie gurgling emerged as the creature stalked behind you. You didn’t spare a look behind you, propelling your legs under you as quickly as you could. The dank room seemed to expand ever larger around you, but you weren’t sure if it was moving or whether it had always been this large. Rows tall as skyscrapers flickered in your field of vision for a second before bricks flashed through. Clicking sounded behind you until you were stumbling over smooth concrete on the outside of the bedroom. You fell to your knees and vomited on the cement. Your vision blurred and your head pounded. Each individual cell of your body felt as if it had been individually beaten, and you dry heaved after everything was out of your stomach. 

Aemond came to pull your hair back, worry pulled across his face as one arm patted you gently on the back. When you finally finished, you turned your bloodshot gaze to meet his. The fear was still palpable in Aemond’s eyes, but you could see relief dawning in them too as he pulled you in for a hug. “Nice to see you too, Y/N.” He teased. Your arms shook as you wrapped them around his midsection, inhaling the scent of leather and soap.

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Ahh! Second series starting!!!! Let me know what you all think, this one will probably be a bit sparser in updates than STGM but shouldn't be less frequent than every other week. Love y'all have a good weekend drink water

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter IV: Agreements

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter IV: Agreements || Series Masterlist

Perhaps leaving wasn’t the best idea because you were still hot and bothered and couldn’t even focus on your tasks. Not to mention that you wore a skirt and had nothing underneath. You had to be extra cautious bending down or making any movement at all. Luckily, most people were gone around this time or studying at the library. It was rather quiet, which you loved.

All you could think about was his skillful fingers thrusting your cunt hole as he curled them to your sweet spot. Him whispering those dirty words, sucking hickeys on your décolletage…

Ugh, damn him denying you an orgasm. Damn him. Damn him!

“Miss Prez?”

Your head shot up and ripped away from the paperwork on your president’s desk. Hoseok stared at you with a questioning gaze, looking like you’ve been distracted. “___, you okay?”

You cleared your throat, slowly nodding. “Of course, what’s up?” You pushed away from the papers and tried your best to stay attentive to your Vice President.

“Nothing just wanted to tell you that we’re heading out,” Hoseok informed as he shouldered his backpack. You noticed some of your council members leaving the room. You checked the time, and it was three in the afternoon. “I know you have to stay back for the banner but don’t stay too late.”

You got up from the main desk and gathered the papers to put them in the filing cabinet. “I won’t. We’re just sketching the design now. It shouldn’t take that long.”

“Are you sure? I’m worried.”

“Hobi, you have nothing to worry about. It’s just a banner,” You chuckled, shaking your head at how silly he was for being concerned.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He spoke truthfully. “I know you’ll be with him.”

Your smile warped into a frown. Suddenly you felt your heart being heavy yet empty by his words. It made you snap back into reality and away from what was leaking under you. Of course, your crush on Taehyung would be something to always worry about, especially after what happened between you two.

Hoseok knew you better than you knew yourself. You will continue to feel this way for a while, and it won’t be something you’ll forget. You would be worried about how you’ll be being alone with him again (look what happened in the lockers). But as a caring best friend, he knew you’ll be smart enough to know what to do and will support you.

“Don’t worry about that.” You grinned softly. “He’ll just like his regular self and annoy me, but that’s it.”

“Won’t it hurt seeing him though?”

“I have no choice…but I’ll deal with it.” He could only nod at you as you went on with your task. He bid farewell to you before closing the council door, leaving you alone.

As you sketched out the words on the paper, you couldn’t help but think about your feelings. Though deep down inside of you, you enjoyed being with Taehyung but being with him like that was detrimental to your poor heart. You knew how he was and where he stood.

He was never a person that settled too, never saw him in a relationship ever since you met him. You only heard person after person that saddened you, but you couldn’t do anything about it. On top of that, his “no kissing” rule applied to you. Even in the lockers, he didn’t do it. He seemed like he was about to, but it didn’t happen.

You had to stop whatever you were doing with him. You knew it wasn’t getting anywhere. You weren’t like this, but you couldn’t help but resist him. Maybe because it was the only way to be near him? Was that all that mattered? 

No, it shouldn’t. It’ll tear your heart piece by piece. You knew this. You’re better than this. You needed to be strong through this time. After this, you weren’t going to see him again…well, you’ll see him with Jimin, but you’ll be with him less. If you kept avoiding him, then he would almost be non-existent. 

Just get the shit done and move on. Sounds like a good plan.

The door slammed open, startling you and your thoughts. You couldn’t help but turn to the perpetrator with an irritated but shocked look.

Ahh, yes. The man that’s been consuming your entire being.

Except now, he was back in his uniform. He hung his blazer over his shoulder and his bag on the other. His dress shirt wasn’t tucked in, and sleeves were rolled up, revealing his veiny forearms. His tie was loose and lazily around him, and at that top of his head, the darkened locks were untamed and not bothered in covering his eyes.

For someone who was as high achieving and had a well-known status in the university, he looked like a delinquent. A really hot bad boy you would be willing to drop everything for, but let’s not.

You needed to move on and do what needed to be done. You also reminded yourself that he denied you of pleasure.

“Princess!” Taehyung sang, but the anger reappeared on you, creating a scowl on your face. “You’re staring. You missed me? We were only apart for an hour.” The classic smirk and aura bounced back as he closed and locked the door behind him. He gradually walked up and carelessly threw his bag and blazer at the nearby desk. 

“Fuck off, you fucknut!” You scoffed before going back to the banner.

“Baby, you say such harsh pet names for me.” You heard him in your vicinity, yet you refused to look at him again. If you did, you’d crack. “I told you it’s your—”

“I hate you, you asshole!”

“Kit—“

“Just shut up and help me do the work!”

“Princess, keep talking your fucking mouth like that and see what happens.” Hot breath brushed through your ear. Okay, he was right behind you, and warmth began pooling back in your stomach. His front pushed into your back with warm palms holding over your hips. “Don’t make me angry.”

“Taehyung…” You breathed out.

“That’s not my name.”

“Taehyung, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not, baby?” His nose nudged through the baby hairs sticking out of your ponytail. “You weren’t complaining in the lockers.” His lips suckled the skin behind your ear, causing you to gasp and hold onto the desk. The tingling sensation went down to your leaking pussy that betrayed you even if you were in your feelings like five minutes ago.

His hand stroked upwards before stopping at your blouse buttons. One by one, he unfastened them, eventually revealing the nude laced bra underneath your uniform. He pulled one of the cups down, your perked breast spilling out.

“Taehyung.” You squeaked as he pinched your hardened nub. Your arms were quivering, trying hard to stay up. “I-I’m serious.”

While a hand played with your boob, the other went lower and under your skirt, feeling your exposed sopping folds to him. “Fuck, you’re still so wet. Well, aren’t you prepared and ready for me?” He said it as a statement, mocking you and your uncontrollable desire. You merely whined but remembered where you were. You sucked in your lips and bit down. “You even forgot your panties with me. Were you giving it to me as a gift? Like the other ones?”

“M-more? More, please daddy.” Your cheeks burned at your needy voice.

“Awww, is my baby finally begging? I’m so proud of you!!”

You once again were weak, moaning at his touch. God, he was so skilled. You leaked more of your essence from his praise. You extended your neck back, resting on his shoulder while he sniffed your tied hair and left a trail of kisses on the length of your neck. Then without realizing it, he pushed his two cold fingers into your heat, making you whimper. You fell forward onto the desk, shriveling up into a dark hole of lust. He curled his digits in you rapidly while your legs were shaking weakly. He touched your sweet spot and battered it with his tips.

You grabbed his arm from behind you to stop him from going too fast, but he only intertwined your fingers with his unoccupied ones. “S-sir, to-too fast!” The warmth in your middle started to spread, and you felt it coming quicker than the last.

“I gotta prep you, princess.” He growled, hearing the squishy sounds your pussy made. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He pinched your clit, making you flinch.

You mewled, trying your best to push yourself back up, but your legs were powerless over the pleasure he gave you. “I’m—I think I’m gonna-ugh-I think I’m cumming!”

He snorted, “Already? Such eager girl to cum, right?” You let out a moan as a reply, but he lets go of your hand to slap your ass, making you wince from pain and carnality. “Beg like a good girl.”

Of course, you didn’t want to beg, but his dominance over you washed your entire being that very moment that you just had to. “Please, please, daddy. Can I cum? I’ll be your good girl.”

He absolutely loved your pleading, seeing you bend over a desk and making pretty noises for him. It was too sweet for him that it made his heart skip a beat. “Okay, princess. You can come.”

“Taeh—ah, Daddy!”

You were right towards your orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of you but kept playing with your clit. You were about to protest as you thought he would deny you another orgasm. But to your dismay, you didn’t notice him taking his fat dick out of his pants. He jammed his whole length inside you to the edge without warning, which went straight into your cloud nine.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed.

“Nooooo!!” You whined, but not because he put it in (you were actually glad). Your body convulsed, sending white spots to your vision. Your limbs and feet gave out, but Taehyung grabbed you from falling. He lifted one leg over the desk and held a grip on the other. However, unfortunately, you squirted again, wetting the council floor. 

Taehyung helped you through your high, gently rubbing circles on your sensitive nub and praising you. “Doing so well, baby.” He didn’t care if you ruined his pants or shoes (or his whole existence); he wanted you to feel good and make sure you were okay.

“Taehyuny, the floor…I made a mess.” You sniffled, embarrassment consuming you as you were coming down. You realized how much you hated squirting, it’s so messy, and it gets everywhere. You turned your head to see him with your cute pout. “I hate it.”

“___, it’s okay. It happens!” He leaned over to kiss your forehead. “If it helps, I love it when you squirt.”

“It doesn’t, and I still hate it!”

He frowned and did his own little pout before standing up straight. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you squirt every time we have sex.” He then held onto your middle.

“Wha—”

Your response was cut off when he pulled himself out until his head was left and snapped back into you. A little stream came out of you. You gasped, gripping onto the edge of the desks tightly. You were still a little sensitive from your high, but Taehyung showed no mercy when he rutted into you not as fast as his fingers but wayyyy harder.

The legs of the desk were dragging and scratching the floor while his grip on your waist was firm enough to hold marks on for days. You couldn’t even stand on your feet. Thighs were shaking, and your arms struggling to hold yourself up. You were basically dead weight on the surface. You were writhing away from the amount of stimulation you were getting. You couldn’t believe you were doing it in the council room, fearing that someone might walk in on both of you.

Yet the awareness of a person looking at you brought some sort of excitement to you.

Taehyung quickened his pace, making his strokes shorter but ultimately hitting the special spot in you. Your screams got louder for him to know he got you right where he wanted you. You cursed under your breath as your cheek laid flat on top with a bit of drool unconsciously leaking out of your parted lips. You gripped onto the edges as your eyes rolled back in delight.

“Baby, do you hate me now?”

“N-no.”

“Was disappointed again for you to speak like that to me.” One of his hands holding your waist pulled away to slap your bare ass, causing you to jolt forward. 

“I-I sorry!”

“You’re always sorry. Never sorry when you act out, but sorry when you’re getting punished. “His cavernous voice sounded so smooth like he wasn’t even being affected at all by the harsh movement you both were doing. He slapped you again before massaging the aching fat. 

“Didn’t mean to!” You stuttered before turning your head to face him. He took in your corrupted fucked out face that he created and could only see. God, he loved it so much. “You’re so mean!” You pouted cutely, making Taehyung soften his rage, slowing down his motion. He hated that you could turn him into mush when it came to you, but he enjoyed it nevertheless.

“Aww, baby. It was for your own good. I promise I didn’t mean to upset you.” He cooed, taking your smaller hand into his big one. He lifted the back of your hand to his pretty lips to kiss ever so gently. He continued to rub your fingers with his thumb while he stared at you endearingly. “Just be good, okay? I won’t do it again if you behave.” He said before going back to rough demon actions that you, not going to lie, have grown to enjoy. 

“Hh-ungg! O-okay, daddy.” You squirmed, tightening your clasp on his hand. “God, you’re so big!”

“Good girl.” He chuckled, pulling your weak body closer to him. “Do you feel my dick hitting your cervix, princess?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re such a dirty little president. Fucking the football captain in your council room.”

“N-no, ‘M not dirty.”

”Aww, poor baby! Did I hurt your feelings?” He spoke condescendingly, but it only excited you. Your stomach clenching with thrill. “What if I call you a little slut?” Oh no, you clenched tightly around him, hearing those words he felt and knew. “Oh, you like that? A little slut who loves daddy’s cock!”

“Y-no!” You whined, feeling ashamed and another wave coming to you again. “Yes! Ah, gonna cum. Please let me, daddy, please!”

“Little president wants to cum? Go ahead, kitten. Cum on daddy’s cock.”

You didn’t need any more time because you held his hand for dear life when you folded your body onto the desk drenched in saliva. Your velvet walls pulsated around his girthy dick. He was getting sloppy on his end to reach for his own pleasure. After a few more strokes, ropes after ropes of cum filling you up, the sensation tingling your insides. You felt Taehyung’s body rest on top of yours, kissing your shoulder and giving small praises. Your heavy breathing resonated around the room as you tried to regain some energy. 

Once he was finished, he said, “Okay, no standing up sex because you’ll fall.” He pulled himself up and out of you, making you wince from the sensitivity. He turned and hoisted you up and sat you down on a new cold desk. Your chests pressing onto each other.

“This is the last time you’ll do this with me.” You breathed out tirelessly, wiping leftover drool with the back of your hand. You grimaced as you felt some cum leaking out of your hole.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you flat onto a table.” He ignored your statement. He bent down so that your foreheads touched as he gazed into your eyes. Obviously, he had that post-sex appearance, but his pupils said another thing. They looked at you with serene care that lured you in…enough to lean forward as you stared at his reddened lips. Your submission got the best of you. You pursed your lips all while closing your eyes, thinking how it felt to—

“Baby.” He leaned back, causing you to lose balance, but he caught you again. You opened your eyes in shock before landing on his guilty-looking ones. “I-I can’t remember? No kisses.”

Fuck, you forgot about his rule again. What you did made it look like you were desperate for him, and clearly, you weren’t..right?

You cleared your throat, taking in the slight rejection before nodding. “No kisses.” You were so embarrassed that you needed to cover it up. But with what? 

You got it.

Anger.

Out of nowhere, your expression was filled with rage as you pushed him away from you. “Clean everything up!” You demanded, pointing at your mess and your cum-leaking cunt. “You made this happen!” He was surprised by your action and your unwelcoming demeanor. It lowkey terrified him but also turned him on so well. 

All while his half-softened dick was out and twitched enough for you to glance at it.

Damn, he still looked huge, but you pushed that thought away and met his fearful expression. “Go get supplies from the closet!”

“Y-yes, ma’am!” He rushed towards the closet to clean the mess.

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After cleaning and making everything in tip-top shape like no fornication and squirting happened within the room, you both decided to call it quits for the day and go home. Taehyung offered to drop you off. At first, you denied, but he insisted, especially since you were limping. You heard him chortling, which only made you give him a deadly stare that made no effect on him other than how cute you looked.

Since you walking around like a bus hit you, Taehyung wrapped one arm around your shoulders and another in front of your waist. Again, you told him you didn’t need his help, but he was adamant. You couldn’t help but get those damn butterflies when he kissed the top of your head and snuggled his cheek into your hair to sniff your scent.

You shake his head, questioning why he would do that. How can a person not kiss another but do these types of things? There has to be a valid reason for it. But it did make sense for him to not kiss you since you weren’t…well, you didn’t know what you were to him. You couldn’t help but think that you were most likely a quick, accessible fuck that pained your heart. 

The sun was setting, and his car was one of the few in the parking lot. Once you reached his car, he opened the passenger’s car and guided you in before going on his side. The ride to your apartment was quiet but not awkward. While driving, he took your left hand and intertwined your fingers with his, also earning a few kisses from him at every stoplight.

You both arrived at your building complex, and before you could get out, you called for him. Your eyes met his as he waited patiently for you to speak again. He offered a soft grin that made a thump in your chest.

You began, “Look, I know we argue a lot and insult each other—”

“We also fuck.”

You threw daggers at him that made no difference in the arrogant expression he had on. But he noticed how serious you were and nodded for you to go on. “Whatever we do, can we just push our differences aside and focus on our tasks.”

“We do do our tasks.”

“Yeah, but you tease me…and other stuff! We need to cooperate.” You countered, feeling tired of explaining this. What does he not get? “This means as much to me as it does to you. We need to work together and efficiently. After this, we don’t need to deal with each other any longer.”

When you spoke that last sentence, hurt appeared in Taehyung’s eyes. He didn’t want that to happen. He wanted to keep you as close as possible. But judging by your expression, it seemed bound to happen. If you said you would do it, you’d do it. You never went back in your words. But still, at the very least, he wanted to keep you near him even though it was temporary.

So he agreed, “I’m willing to do that.” His acceptance made you sigh in relief. “If…”

You spoke too soon.

“Why if??!! Can’t you say yes already? We’re both getting something out of the events!”

“Because I’m selfish.” He shrugged, being nonchalant unbeknown that his palms were sweating for what he was about to say. “I’ll only do it if we continue what we’re doing.” He spoke out, but you were caught off guard at what he suggested. 

“What do you mean what we have?”

“You know what I mean, kitten.” He smirked after he poked his tongue out briefly to lick his lips. He tilted towards you until your faces were centimeters away, noses almost touching. “You…me…you under me, you on top of me, in bed, sometimes in the car, maybe the classroom, I don’t discriminate.”

Dear God, his eye contact was so strong that you could not look away. His cocoa-brown irises illuminated in the setting sun while his skin glowed under the tangerine lights. “I-I—that’s a bold suggestion you’re making…”

“Come on, baby. Please?”

You would say yes in a heartbeat, but your ultimate goal was to get over him. You knew that being tied down in a relationship isn’t something he’d want, and though you hopelessly accepted into sleeping with him, it didn’t mean anything. Most importantly, he didn’t kiss you, so you became a statistic.

Of course, you didn’t want to tell him that truth, so you decided to say, “Taehyung, I know you get around. You have people lining up for you.” You weren’t lying per se, but it was part of it in some sort of way. “We’ve been in danger doing it without protec—“

“I know you just called me a whore, and I’m willing to admit it.” He interrupted you. “However, I never do it without a condom. I’ve been clean, I promise.”

“But—“

“My last hookup before you was months ago, which was the longest I’ve been out. You don’t need to worry.” He was being determined for you to agree. It would seem like he wasn’t taking no for an answer, but you weren’t saying no to him, so there was a light of hope. “I can make you feel so good. I make you feel so good. I want to do more like putting my fat dick into your small mouth, tying you up, blindfolding you, making you beg for more. I just want your pussy and yours only. “

“Taehyung!” You whined, hitting his shoulder. A peak of blush shined through your cheeks. You palmed your face to hide the embarrassment of his words for you…because you liked what he was saying. You could feel him grinning at your response, knowing you’re slowly accepting him and his offer. “Will it just be you and me?” You said quietly as a mouse. You dropped your hands on your lap and looked up at him with your big-doe eyes, which tinged his insides.

Kim Taehyung was a weak man.

“I’ll make that happen, princess. Only me and you.” Out of nowhere, he leaned forward to peck the tip of your nose. “However, I think I need to make it clear once again that I do not do kisses.” You nodded sadly, acknowledging the times you’ve tried kissing him. “But that won’t mean I won’t enjoy my time when I’m with you. You and I will have fun. I like spending my time with my ___.”

The emphasis on my really tugged on your heartstrings. You like the sound of it and were about to agree until you said, “If you hurt me, it’s over. I will destroy you. That’s a promise.”

He laughed soundly, though deep down, he was scared. “And I promise too, princess.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll do it!” You officially accepted, and you couldn’t believe you actually went through with it. You leaned back into your seat, feeling defeated yet glad. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m using my body to get you to do shit.”

“Hey! You’re using my dick too.” He smiled triumphantly with his ego bleeding with pride. He pulled your chin to face him with his thumb and index finger. “And you like it, don’t you?”

You didn’t want to say yes, so you scowled and pouted at him. But judging how red you were, he already knew his answer.

“Well, then…” He moved closer to you. His lips touched your ear as you felt his warm breath hitting your earrings and cartilage. “How ’bout round two at my place?” 

[tacroyy]

first week of school. also want to add that ill try to do content warnings better for these! haven’t done a good job of that at all. mentions of racial and ableist slurs, discussion of stressed kids, food insecurity, institutional neglect and harm, general discussion of trauma

ok, thursday and friday weren’t bad other than me being beyond exhausted. i truly couldn’t have functioned without my adhd meds. the seventh graders are fucking amazing and we had The Best discussion, totally out of the blue, about prejudicial language, specifically the n-word and the r-word (both are problems at our school 🙃). i basically don’t have classroom management over them rn (or at least am not bothering to Exert It) bc their other teachers are Overreacting and being Too Intense bc it’s the start of the year so since they already know me it’s all steam blowing off in my class but honestly that’s fine. they don’t have to be non-feral until next week bc i just want them to Relax right now. the sixth graders just got lockers and are Going Through It emotionally so there’s a lot of “breathe, try again” and “nobody is doing tardies right now” bc some of them literally haven’t developed their fine motor skills enough yet and our locks and lockers are, no lie!!!!!, forty years old and Cranky. so that’s a lot of unregulated stress to channel off. i think i say this twice a week but i Do Not Understand how ANYONE teaches elementary school. makes No sense to me. beginning of sixth grade is often too young for me, really; so many of them haven’t developed that, like, independent rationality yet, and it’s A Lot when there are So Many of them.

the ideal way to end this first week would have been to have like a half day for prep so we could meet w teachers, contact parents/guardians, do sped referrals, seating chart upheavals, etc. there’s a lot of “ah, okay, here’s what This batch needs” even 3 or 4 days in, and it would just be so lovely and useful and productive and overall good for everyone to have that. for example i overheard a convo that made it clear that a family hadn’t signed their kid up for free lunch this year and so the kid didn’t get lunch so i had to run around and tell the right people (teachers don’t have access to that info) and make sure they got fed and all but it took my whole prep, and im obviously delighted to do that, but then i didn’t have any prep time and did my last three classes on the fly. not that this kind of thing doesn’t happen most days. it’s just that more prep time is imo the number one thing we need as a profession. i cant begin to express how much it would help everyone.

plus there are, as always, the kids that i just want to have a four hour productive meeting about every single day, where we hash out an Actual Plan. with a social worker, a reading specialist, a developmental psychologist, a pediatrician, a therapist, a sped expert, a speech therapist, an occupational therapist, a case manager, a para AND an ea and a secretary for notes. instead it’s me and the counselor who has a 250 kid caseload for ten minutes in the hall.

ive had a dream for a while, since grad school actually, of studying the affect of referred trauma on kids’ peers and school faculty and staff, especially peers and faculty and staff who also have trauma. the amount of shit that slides off of me now because you Have to grow the most perfectly balanced shield of “i will Act on this and Not ignore it” and “i must Remain Calm” and “I’ve just heard the Worst Thing Ever and have to teach for another four hours”. what does it do to you long term? what about the ones who get inured? and the ones who don’t? how can we actually help people handle this well? i know there’s So much stuff out there about secondary/vicarious trauma, and trauma informed education, and i want to be able to know if it’s at all useful or if it’s too tainted to use, like i now expect from basically all educational academia. to be clear i have already done a lot of work in this area but not for a while, and i wanted to reframe the fundamentals.

so glad we have a three day weekend now.

[liliancmiller]

Hi! I also have fibromyalgia and I use a cane full time (or forearm crutches sometimes) and its the best decision I've ever made, its helps so much with pain & stability and helps to signal to other people that i am in fact disabled (with the added bonus of whacking people in the shins if they're being rude about it)

you can get some really cool ones, and/ or customize them in cool ways and make them look badass. ive never felt more powerful in my life than i do walking with my cane (also the brand Neo Walk has some amazing ones 10/10 would recommend checking them out)

i encourage everyone to get mobility aids if they help (also if you're concerned about it you can also get some cool folding ones that fit into a bag and can be used as needed, also very helpful)

Oh my God, thank you so much. I´m still very new to this whole fibro thing, so having advice is really helpful. I´ll definitely look into some canes and find something that works for me (I have a lot of pain and weakness in my wrist, so I think it´ll be better to find something that doesn´t put too much pressure on them).

The idea of a folding cane is amazing, I haven´t considered it yet but it sounds super useful. Especially since I spend a lot of time at college and don´t have a locker to keep it, so I could just put it in my bag and go about my day.

I´m very thankful for your message :)

[starchildlilly]

september 16, 2023

its close to 11 in the evening, a storm just passed, my roommate is out partying, the people out in the main lounge area are playing switch games getting cross faded, one of my suitemates is high off of his mind, one is out in the lounge, and the other is home visiting family.

im in the middle of everything but i havent felt this isolated in a while

my roommate made it a deal when i moved in that when our hobbies didnt align all too well that "maybe this wont work out" like he didnt want to be my friend at all, even before he met me

later that day he called a tutorial enemy the f slur, he didnt know i was queer

earlier today he called two socks both that same slur, knowing full well im queer

the guy i share a wall with has zero social cues whatsoever unless its at an extreme point, while making increasingly offputting jokes about basically everyone

also likes to make a point that when anything related to being trans is said that i might "be offended"

my roommate blows thc and vape smoke out of the window, just today left his pen out on his desk

nothing wrong with having it but if the RA decided to do a room check id get written up as well and the entire room would be searched

not to mention, he constantly has his loud box fan on high, never closes the blinds, takes up some space on my side and continues to even after i nudge stuff back to his side, and refuses to use headphones despite having the best noise cancelling headphones on market

the people on this floor arent much better

its mostly some of the wackiest dudes youve met trying to one up each other in locker room talk, then stop dead and try to get with any girl who decides to come down to the floor either to use the microwave, toaster, or sink

its a trainwreck

im switching floors soon and i never want to interact with most of the people on this floor ever again.

one dude complained to one of my friends that i got "offended easily" when i didnt kneel down at the hands of religious freedom when talking about chick fil a's donation history

of course id fucking be against it, that group they were donating to wants me to kill myself.

even when i said that directly to him, his only response was "yeah but religious freedom"

i guess i shouldve known when he said trans women were "technically men"

and this is the same person who claims that our floor is one of the most diverse floors in the tower

no, no it isnt

its a rehash of the same ideals thrown in the same directions with no change

the guy i share a wall with got mad when i refused to debate him, since his logic was "all opinions exist to be debated or else they have no standing in society"

later on he admitted to liking ben shapiro, watched around 5 minutes of ben shapiro tiktoks on speaker in the common area, then said he didnt actually like ben shapiro, and followed it up with "oh bens new stuff is so much worse than his old stuff"

make up your fucking mind. god.

i can look at my body now without starting to panic, so thats a plus

mirrors are still a no go unless i cannot see my head, though

baby steps

i might tell my mom im trans soon

i mean, she should know if shes been paying attention

i know its not true, but its nice to live like it could be

ive got a few friends i can use as a small support pillar, which is nice

my stubborn ass doesnt really go to them much, what do you think im doing here, but the fact that people care like that makes me feel warm

its new, i like it

[rippeds0cks]

5/27/2023

Im falling apart at the seams physically. My body cant keep up with all the pressure, stress, and work im putting it through. Its to the point where im taking ludicrous amounts of meds to keep it together. My body hurts so fucking bad from my muscles to my tendons to my bones im in pain all day. If i lose focus on whatever motor function im doing (using stairs, walking, running, fighting) i just collapse. Ive been dropping things cause the nerve damage in my hands is progressively getting worse. I deserve it though not only for being a piece of shit and failing those around me but just for my existence. My pops always told me growing up that “guys like us arent supposed to do well or live long” and i guess he was right cause im barely keeping myself in one piece. It’s ok tho cause im living for absolutely nothing right now. If i drop dead a couple people here n there will be sad but theyll soon forget and move on. I dont contribute anything to anyones life so its not like anything crumbles in my absence. Anyways every little detail ive ever known of my ex flooded back into my mind today in the gym and it left me fighting back tears and choking up while working out. Everything from how her old fursona back when she was a furry was a dutch angel dragon, how beautiful she looked everytime i saw her and her face lit up, the one time we were standing in the park at night and she kissed me and said “feels familiar”, how she always wanted to play apex or valorant, and most importantly as for now, how she used to make music. For shits and giggles i decided to go see if her music page was still up and it was. I decided to listen for old times sake and it reminded me of how i never told her how good i thought she was. I went straight to criticism and telling her how to improve it. Idk why im like that. Maybe cause its the way my parents were to me anytime i did anything i dont know. Its no excuse though. Dont get me wrong she still did rookie things like fill syllables with unnecessary curse words or make her vocals too low in the mixing process but its genuinely good music and ive been listening all day. Listening to the lyrics has made me realize how much i failed her. She placed a lot of emphasis and faith on me to help her or value her and i failed. And while my therapist would say something along the lines of “its not your responsibility to carry the burden of her happiness” i dont believe that to be the case at all. I think its something she placed in my hands trusting me and i failed. And that doesnt negate the insane way things ended between us. Her mother is still batshit fucking insane for the next level mental manipulation she did to my ex to make her mental state even more volatile than before. Idk. Maybe its my fault for leaving in the first place. Ive failed her every other way i cant not think i failed her by leaving and making those the only people she spent time around. Back when we first got together shes agree when her mother would say insane shit or treat her bad or her sister would bully her but by the end of it she flat out didnt think those things were happening. I just hope she got therapy like i begged her to so many times. Her ex best friend is a piece of shit though. Texting your best friends ex of almost 5 years the week after they have a nuclear break up confessing your unhealthy obsession from almost 6 years ago is disgusting. I was nice and all in my response because i thought my ex and her were doing it together as like a test of my character but i later found out it was just her disgusting ex best friend. And her reasoning as to why my ex shouldnt have gotten mad was “ive known you longer” no you dumb bitch youve known OF me longer. I didnt speak to you for 5 years you let this middle school crush go to your fucking head. I shared everything, heart and soul, with my ex for four almost 5 years and your disgusting selfish ass thinks you know me better cause we were locker mates in the 8th grade? Truly disgusting insane gross behavior. Anyways heres my exes music

[blu3ming-hoon]

I posted 185 times in 2022

That's 39 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (32%)

126 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@jdevil

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I tagged 47 of my posts in 2022

#rin speaking when she shouldn't 🤐 - 24 posts

#enhypen - 17 posts

#sunghoon fluff - 14 posts

#park sunghoon - 12 posts

#sunghoon x reader - 11 posts

#enhypen imagines - 10 posts

#sunghoon angst - 10 posts

#enhypen fluff - 10 posts

#enhypen x reader - 9 posts

#enhypen smau - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 63 characters

#i usually have sunghoon as my walllpaper but she looked cute 🙁

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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7 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#4

in my dreams - TEASER

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: highschool au, fluff ig 

WARNINGS: sunghoon is sorta ignorant he doesn’t really pay attention to people ig, y/n is kinda creepy if you think about it, bit of cursing, me trying to be a good writer. me also trying to be funny

CAMEOS: park jongseong (ENHYPEN), sim jaeyun (ENHYPEN), park jisung (NCT), kim chaehyun (KEP1ER), shin ryujin (ITZY)

INSPIRATION: in my dreams - red velvet

lowercase intended !!

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SYNOPSIS: lee y/n has been crushing on park sunghoon ever since their middle school days, she writes about him everyday in her personal diary about how handsome and nice he is, and how she dreams about being with him one day, but she’s too scared to talk to him. her friends always insisted on her at least saying a “hi” to him but she couldn’t. one day sunghoon so happened to be passing by y/n’s locker and sees a small baby pink journal on the floor, he couldn’t help himself but to pick it up and take a peek, from then on he reads about her made up scenarios and cute descriptions of him. sunghoon couldn’t help but to start noticing you and started to dream about loving you the way you love him.

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NOTE FROM RIN !! :

hello!! this is my first ever writing work I hope it’s good enough for you all to enjoy, I might find myself posting this around the weekend or next week. please be on the look out for it!! though i am scared to start writing i hope it reaches out to the right audience and many people like it! also this might be the ugliest banner I have ever seen and made omg HELP. i’m so sorry about the banner 😭…

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#3

ACCIDENTAL SELCA : PROFILE FILE 1 (bitchless cupids 🫶❌)

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#2

# park sunghoon — maybe today so bad

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136 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

GENRE : fluff, crack, smau

PAIRING : idol!reader x idol!sunghoon

SUMMARY : you’re the main vocalist of a girl group called “CUP1:D” and unironically the owner of a very popular fan page for ENHYPEN’s Sunghoon on Twitter, one day you post a couple of selfies for your fans to see on your official group Twitter but it turns out that you posted them on the wrong account, but it was too late.

FEATURING : ive’s leeseo and wonyoung, aespa’s winter, new jeans’ hanni, le sserafim’s chaewon

WARNINGS : profanity, me trying to be funny, also me trying to not be dry since im a dry texter irl and these are fake texts 😧

UPDATES : ??

NOTE FROM RIN : DO NOT COME FOR ME FOR THE BANNER I TRIED MY BEST PLS.. I JUST SUCK AT MAKING BANNERS HELP ME 🙏🏼 all the things I’ve made on this account so far are sunghoon things but it’s not my fault he’s so fine. I’ll also fix the summary later since I don’t think I’m using English grammar correctly.. 🤓 #newera

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review ��

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

302 of 2022

   How many sugars do you like in your tea?

I don’t drink tea.

   Do you enjoy road trips?

I do, very much.

   What about camping in the great outdoors?

Not really my thing.

   Ever heard of a band called The Dresden Dolls?

Yeah, I even know a few songs by them.

   What was the last movie you saw that made you laugh out loud?

I don’t watch movies.

   What are you craving at this very moment?

Understanding.

   Do you think The Beatles are overrated?

They are, but the music is okay.

   Do you blog?

I have two blogs here on Tumblr, does that count?

   Do your socks always match?

They do.

   Who’s sexier? Musicians or jocks?

I don’t find anyone ‘sexy’, I just find some guys handsome and it doesn’t depend on what they do.

   Regular or curly fries?

Curly fries?? Not a thing in my country.

   Do you watch Lifetime movies?

I don’t watch any movies.

   Who’s your favorite superhero?

Superheroes are lame, thanks.

   What does your regular attire consist of?

A hoodie, wide leg or cargo trousers, and combat boots or Converse-like shoes. Typically in black.

   Do you own any pairs of Converse?

No, but I have a similar style shoes. They are of the Fila brand and I love them.

   Do you like pop music?

I don’t care about pop music. It’s too bland and mellow for my tastes. I’m more of a metalhead/hip hop person.

   Popsicles or Ice Cream?

Ice cream.

   How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three.

   Do you go to church regularly?

I don’t go to church at all.

   Have you or would you ever dye your hair a crazy color?

I have done it too many times in the past.

   At high school do or did you participate in Spirit Week?

I don’t think my high school has ever done that. I don’t even know what it is.

   Are school dances lame?

They are.

   Are you good at solving math problems in your head?

Decent, I would say.

   Can you perform any magic tricks?

Don’t know and don’t care.

   Do you listen to vinyl?

No, I don’t. I like them, though.

   Do you wear studded belts?

Not anymore, but I used to.

   What kind of M&Ms do you like best?

I’m not a big fan of these at all.

   Have you ever seen two movies at the theater in a row? 

No. I wouldn’t even want to.

   If you were to go to Starbucks right this second, what do you think you’d order?

Caramel latte.

   Do you own any dice?

There are some in the house somewhere.

   Do you like to wear cardigans?

I don’t think I’d like them even if I was a woman.

   If I were to ask you nicely, would you please consider making a survey for me and everyone else?

Sure, but I’m not good at these things.

   What is the worst thing a child has ever done to you while you were babysitting?

I’ve never been babysitting and I never will, stay away from me.

   If you wear contacts, do they tend to get really dry after only wearing them for just a couple hours?

I don’t wear contacts for exactly this reason.

   Have you ever watched any British television shows?

Yeah, I love Poldark. Such a beautiful series.

   Do you own a nightgown?

No, I’m a man.

   If you could get any pet right now, what would you?

Yet another cat.

   Have you played Grand Theft Auto: IV? If so, what do you think of it?

I don’t play video games.

   How often does your internet disconnect?

Very rarely. Now they’re doing maintenance, though.

   Have you ever actually been stuffed into a locker?

What? We don’t do it in Europe.

   Do you / did you decorate the inside of your locker at school with stuff?

I guess I has a poster in it. I don’t remember well.

   How many teenagers do you know who have babies?

One, the daughter of one of my friends. She’s 15 and has one year old daughter.

   Is there a fan in the room you’re in right now?

No, there’s a heating, though.

   Do you believe that chivalry is really dead?

Not completely.

   How much is your cell phone bill each month?

15€ or so.

   Have you ever made a house out of a giant cardboard box?

Yeah, we used to do that a lot with the neighbourhood kids. One day we built two floors house and some kid who climbed into the upper box fell down to the ground. Thankfully nothing bad happened.

   Have you ever made a tent out of sheets in your bedroom?

No, I’ve always had tiny bedrooms.

   What’s the coolest thing you’ve made with Legos?

The toilet. I’m not kidding.

   If you could keep your parents or trade them for other parents, which would you pick?

Jesus, what a question.

   Do kiwis make you think of testicles or is it just me?

It’s just you lol. I see them every day.

   Do you think it’s cool how peroxide gets all fizzy when you put it on a cut?

3% hydrogen peroxide, you mean? Hopefully not perhydrol.

   Is there a piggy bank in the room you’re in?

No, there’s none in the whole house.

   If I had to power to give you one thing right now, what would it be?

Good health.

   Do you want to get pregnant right now?

Even if I wanted, I don’t think it’s biologically possible.

   Do you know anyone who doesn’t like the internet?

Yeah, my friend Kenny. He hasn’t even had a smartphone for a long time and he doesn’t have any social media.

   Do your grandparents know how to operate a cell phone?

My grandparents are deceased.

   Have you ever housed a friend for a long period of time because they had no place to live?

No, never.

   If you have a favorite comedian, have they ever been in a movie?

I don’t care about comedians.

   How many sets of twins do you know?

My mum is one of the twins, and two of my coworkers are twin sisters.

   Has anyone ever made fun of you for using proper grammar?

No, but if anyone did, I’d challenge them to talk in my native language.

   Do you own any hemp jewelry?

No, I don’t.

   Have you ever cut carpet with a carpet cutter?

I’ve never cut a carpet.

   Are there any books you want to read?

The list is going on and on.

   Is it before of after 3 pm?

Much after. It’s dinner time.

   If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them?

Yeah, I’ve been always protective of my sister.

   If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you?

I don’t have older siblings.

   What are your plans for New Year’s Eve?

Too early for that.

   Would you like a beer?

Sure, anytime.

   Have you ever played golf?

Nah, just watched and it was boring.

   Is there a lake near your house?

No, there���s a water canal though.

[pies-writes-and-more]

pictures of you

pairing: ushijima wakatōshi, bokuto kōtarō, & tsukishima kei, all with a gn!reader (lmk if I missed anything gendered pls!)

warnings: a swear word here and there, nothing much!

a/n: ive been having some trouble writing these days so im so sorry if this is awful. but thank you to everyone who’s been reading my stories and supporting all my writing :) i love you all! enjoy!

haikyuu masterlist

Ushijima keeps multiple different polaroids of you in little areas like his wallet, in his phone case, in his emergency kit in his volleyball bag, and one in his locker at school. You hadn’t even realized he had them at first, until you were looking for one of them because you wanted to put it in your memories box.

“Ushi, have you seen that polaroid we took in Tokyo at the mall?” You asked, searching around your room for it, checking all of the pockets of the jackets you had worn there.

“Do you need it?” He asked, looking up from his phone from your bed.

“Mmhm! I wanted to put it with all the other polaroids I keep.”

Ushijima shifted in the bed, tugging his phone case off of his phone and lying it side by side on the cover so you could see where the polaroid had been hiding. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind if I took it. I found it in your coat pocket the other day and...” Ushijima’s eyes dropped in shame as if he had done the biggest mistake of his life, making you smile a little.

“Ushi, you don’t have to look so guilty,” you laughed, hopping onto the bed next to him. “I didn’t think you liked it! Or else I would’ve given it to you in the first place.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” Ushijima asked, touching the small picture gently before picking it up and holding it in his hands, “You look so happy.”

“Yea, but you’re not even looking at the camera,” you pointed it out to him with a laugh, leaning against his arm to take another look at the picture.

Ushijima nodded slowly, no regrets at all in his mind as he took in the photo again. You were sitting next to him, attempting to hold the camera in selfie mode, smiling as wide as you could and there was Ushijima next to you with the softest smile that anyone had ever seen on him. His eyes had been way too focused on you that day to even realize you were taking the photo. 

“Smile, Ushijima!” you had shouted before beaming up at the camera. But he had seen that grin on your face and hadn’t had the thought to tear his eyes away.

You had always told him you hated your smile - it was too big, smushed your face too much, made your eyes too small, your teeth weren’t perfect- whatever your excuse was, Ushijima wasn’t sure why you denied one of your best features. You complained that it didn’t look good in photos, but didn’t you know? Ushijima got to see that smile develop over a handful of seconds, watch as that grin turns into a fit of laughter, see it in your eyes, watch the elation in your whole body... he never knew how to explain to you just how beautiful your smile was, even if a simple photo couldn’t capture it’s massive beauty.

“You can keep it if you want, Ushi,” you smiled, pushing it towards him. “I’m sure we’ll have lots of opportunity to take more right?”

Ushijima nodded, shuffling a bit to take out his wallet and show you the cute photo he had stored of you in there too. You whined all night long that that photo was awful and that he should pick a better one, but Ushijima kept shaking his head stubbornly. Because that photo was taken by Tendō when you had been looking for Ushijima in the gym. Your eyes were bright and excited because you had just caught sight of him. It didn’t matter that you were a tad blurry, or that your arms were in a bit of a goofy position. Ushijima loved that photo because it was a reminder of just how happy you were to see him all the time. So despite all your arguing, he kept that photo near and dear to him no matter what.

Bokuto had never been more stressed in his life than when he had been trying to pick a new wallpaper for his phone.

“What’s wrong with the old one you had?” Akaashi had asked earlier that day and Bokuto just pouted at him as if the answer should be obvious.

“The old one was just some stupid drawing of an owl! It’s dumb!” Bokuto had whined.

“You didn’t think it was dumb a few months ago - you talked about that drawing nonstop,” Akaashi had pointed out.

“This is serious, Akaashi!” Bokuto held his face in his hands, groaning quietly to himself because his best friend wasn’t taking this nearly as serious as the situation actually was. “I’ve got the prettiest partner ever now and I can’t figure out which photo to pick!”

“Just pick your favourite.”

Bokuto rolled his eyes as he remembered his best friend’s words to him before leaving the changerooms. His favourite - didn’t Akaashi realize that was the problem? Bokuto couldn’t pick just one favourite! He had too many!

The silver-haired boy glared at his phone screen as he desperately searched your social media accounts and his photo library, trying to find that perfect one photo for him to look at all day every day.

“Why do you look so sad, Captain?” Shirofuku asked, poking at him as he sulked.

“I can’t pick the perfect picture,” he whined, looking up to her with sad eyes as he held up his phone to show her the multitude of pictures of you that were just so pretty he couldn’t not see them all the time.

“Ah the wallpaper dilemma,” Suzumeda laughed, thinking for a moment before suggesting, “You could make your wallpaper into one of those slideshows! I saw this video where this guy created a whole video with his partner’s photos and used it as a wallpaper.”

Bokuto’s eyes widened at the thought as Shirofuku and Suzumeda discussed the idea, his fingers quickly looking up the best way to go about this.

You hadn’t even realized Bokuto had changed his wallpaper until later that week when he asked you what time it was because he was starving and desperately needed dinner, “Mm it’s-” you started, blinking in surprise when you found one of your photos staring back at you. “Bokuto, when did you change this? Where’s the owl?” You asked with a laugh, Bokuto just puffing out his chest a little.

“I’ve got something much better than an owl! I’ve got you!” He insisted, wrapping his arms around you excitedly. “Look! I made it into a movie!” He pressed his thumb on the screen and slowly the wallpaper changed into a slideshow of your photos. Some of them blended together, others just swiped into the next photo - some were badass pictures from your social media, and others were just candid pictures that he had probably snuck to take of you, lying around in sweats or making funny faces. “Ewww!” You laughed, seeing one where you looked like you were posessed.

“Hey! Don’t say ew!” Bokuto chuckling, ticking your sides with a smirk, “I like all of them! You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met!” He declared, pressing kisses to both of your cheeks and pinching them playfully.

“Yeah yeah, you goose,” you laughed, your face going warm as he praised you. You had never really gotten used to Bokuto hyping you up all the time, even though he did it literally every day. It was still odd to think that a guy like this really thought the world of someone like you. You snuck a couple more glances at his wallpaper during that evening, looking over at him as you fell in love with him just a little bit more every time.

Tsukishima enjoys the art of subtly bragging to others how awesome his partner is and just how goodlooking you are. Although he hated the idea of attention, and the nagging questions that always followed, he still smirked at the idea of those cute but private photos he posted on his instagram.

At first, the instagram was just a joke - something for the two of you and even Yamaguchi to laugh at because it was just dumb photos of the three of you. But as you and Yamaguchi kinda forgot about it, the algorithm slowly making the profile disappear from your timelines, that’s when Tsukishima started to take it more seriously. He would post gorgeously edited photos of just your hands in his, or a photo of you dragging him ahead in a forest trail. He even had a photo of you just standing on a hill in the moonlight, your face hidden by shadows. Each post was coupled with a stupid song lyric he thought of in that moment, or just dumb emojis, or even sometimes there was just a dot. Because it didn’t matter - it wasn’t for anyone. But Tsukishima smiled to himself when he was alone, looking at his collection of photos of you and remembering each moment they were from.

Soon, more and more people the two of you knew started to find the Instagram. Everyone was fawning over the idea of a guy doing this for them, commenting cute things underneath or tagging their own significant others in an attempt to get them to be more like this. And that made Tsukishima smirk even more.

You hadn’t realized the photo that popped up on your timeline had been you until you squinted at the ring flashing in the darkness. It looked strangely like yours... You blinked and stared at the username, clicking on the account only to find that Tsukishima had quite a following on it and had been posting almost regularly on it.

“How come you never told me?” You asked him with a smile as you went through each post and reminisced about that moment.

Tsukishima just shrugged, looking as distant as ever but his cheeks were glowing a sort of shade of pink, “Didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he mumbled.

You smiled and reached up to press a kiss to his cheek, “You’re oddly attentive for someone who acts like he hates me,” you teased, poking at his chest.

“Ya well, you photograph well that’s all,” he mumbled, acting all annoyed but his cheeks were growing redder by the second. “I love you, so what?” he huffed out quickly in order to keep you from taking his first comment too seriously, but making you laugh instead. 

“Yeah yeah, I love you too, you snarky bitch,” you grinned happily to yourself, admiring each photo and secretly loving that he put all this attention into something like this.

“This one looks familiar,” you pointed out, showing him the one of the two of you slumped on a seat, his hand held up to block his face and your hands up in two peace signs that hid yours.

“It should,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “That’s the photo I use for that playlist I edit for you all the time.”

You look up at him with what you only hope are very cute and thankful eyes, Tsukishima rolling his eyes some more as he pushed you away, “Ya ya, stop looking at me like that dummy. You’d think I never showed you affection before with how you’re acting.”

“I mean, you’re often very bad at it,” you teased, smirking at his little annoyed huff.

“Whatever,” he mumbled but tugged you into his arms, pressing a light kiss to your head. “Do you actually like them?” He asked with a bit of distain in his voice, as if giving you a way out if you wanted to say you hated them.

“They’re perfect. It’s like looking at a college of our whole relationship,” you hummed happily. Tsukishima nodded slowly, secretly very pleased that you liked it as much as you did, your eyes softening the more you scrolled. He always knew he liked showing you off but often found people were too nosy when it came to your relationship when he did in real life. But now, Tsukishima felt like he could show you off and how nice your relationship was without having to actually answer the comments. Plus, now that you knew about it, maybe you could actually pose for the pictures instead of Tsukishima waiting for the most opportune time. 

“I love you, Tsukishima,” you smiled up at him as you reached the end of the photos. “I love everything that you posted, but I love you more.”

Tsukishima leaned his head on yours, squeezing you gently into him some more, “I love you too, you big softie,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. Because as much as he wanted to show you off, you were his and his alone to appreciate and love.

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[dadbodosamu]

only you || part iii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink

4.1k words

also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him. 

“Beautiful,” Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.

“Handsome,” you said, kissing his nose. 

“Shower with me?” He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.

You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.

“Cute,” he said, pinching your nipple playfully.

“We should start the shower,” you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Samu,” you breathed as he sucked at your nipple. 

“Just can’t get enough of ya,” he mumbled against your skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple. 

“Yer sweet, lil’ body, so responsive,” Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.

You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.

“Samu,” you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. “No-no bruises.”

“Just blame Bokuto again,” he mumbled, sucking at your skin.

“At least leave them where I can hide them,” you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.

Osamu pulled back as you whined.

“Shower,” he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow. 

“How can ya stand it that hot?” Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.

“Just turn it down, babe,” you giggled, turning the cold water up.

“Just turn it down, babe,” he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said, pecking his lips. 

He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.

“Samu, don’t drop me,” you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.

“Not gonna drop ya, princess,” he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.

“Samu,” you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper. 

“Feels good, baby?” Osamu asked. “Feels so good havin’ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.”

“Feels good having you in me, daddy,” you said, digging your nails into Osamu’s skin.

“Ah, no marks, princess,” Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.

“Just not where they can show,” you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. “Wanna cum.”

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Not stopping you,” he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.

“Samu, please!” You cried. “Harder please!”

Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. “Cum around daddy’s cock.”

Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.

“Cum in me, please, daddy,” you begged as you gushed around him. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. “Want my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?”

You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. “Wanna make you a daddy.” Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.

“Fuck, yer too much for me, princess,” Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Old man,” you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.

“Only four years older than ya, princess,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. “Let me warm ya up.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, shivering in his arms.

“Y/n!” You jumped as your mom’s voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.

“Mom! Hi!” You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Had to come back and grab my phone,” she said. “Where’s Osamu? His phone’s in our bedroom but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“I think he said he had to run by the restaurant,” you said. “Must’ve forgotten his phone.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, I’m going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.”

“No problem,” you said. 

“Bye, sweetie, love you,” she called, walking down the hallway.

“Love you, too,” you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like he’d had the most silent panic attack ever.

“She’s gone,” you breathed. “That was a close one.”

Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.

“A close one,” he laughed, coldly. “My whole life flashed before my eyes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. “I thought she was going to come in.”

“We have to start being more careful,” Osamu said. You nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, let’s just get ready, the game’s soon,” you said. You smacked Osamu’s ass as he walked past you. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

“If we miss the subway, I’m going to cry,” you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. “Do you want me to cry?”

“I dunno, are you a cute cryer?” He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.

“I won’t be if we miss the game,” you said, laying back on Osamu’s bed.

“Black or white?” Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts. 

“Samu,” you whined. “They’re the same shirt!”

“Black or white?” He asked again. You huffed. 

“Black,” you said. “Do you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?”

“Pretty much,” Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something else?”

You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. “How else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?”

“I’ll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. “Also, no cutesie nicknames for him.”

“You do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?” You asked. 

“Just tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom won’t approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,” Osamu said. “The best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.”

“Oh and you’d know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“I’ve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,” Osamu said. “I know how to lie.”

“I’ll remember that,” you said. 

“I would never lie to ya, baby,” Osamu said, pecking your lips. 

“Better not,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Osamu’s hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.

“Samu, stop,” you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. “I’m going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.”

“Well now I have a new fear,” he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. “Aren’t ya cold? Put my hoodie on.”

“Will you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?” You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long. 

You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.

After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.

“Y/n! Did you see my last spike?!” Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.

“You were amazing! All of you!” You exclaimed once he sat you down. 

“Y/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,” Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.

“This is Y/n, my new niece!” Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders. 

“L/n Y/n, I’m a big fan,” you said, bowing lowly to him. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You’re the setter that these guys won’t stop talking about,” Meian said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees. 

“Ya look so fuckin’ hot wearin’ my clothes,” Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. “I really, really want ya suckin’ my cock, right now.”

You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.

“Bokuto, the fuckin’ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lil’ lace panties,” Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Thought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.”

You moaned around him.

“Oh, ya like that? Hinata’s probably jerkin’ his cock right now, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,” Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamu’s throat. “S’too bad that’s all he’s ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isn’t that right, baby?”

You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.

“Come on, suck my cock, princess,” he groaned. “Before I fuck yer throat.”

You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.

“Fuck, good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock so well,” Osamu groaned. “Should cum on yer fuckin’ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.”

You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue. 

“Don’t swallow,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You hummed as his cock twitched again.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin. 

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. “Open.”

Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow,” he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.

“Come on, let’s go before they start wondering where we are,” Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet. 

“We still have to talk to Bokkun,” you said, following Osamu closely. 

“Talk to Bokuto about what?”

You jumped nearly in Osamu’s arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.

“Tsumu! How long have you been there?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him. 

“Long enough,” Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. “Heard something about ‘cumming on yer face to show who ya belong to’. Didn’t think he’d actually do it.” Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans. 

“We can explain,” Osamu said.

“Yer fucking yer stepdaughter,” Atsumu said, crossing his arms.

“I, um, yeah, I guess so,” Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s more than that, Tsumu.”

“A whole affair,” Atsumu said. 

“You can’t tell my mom!” You exclaimed. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Atsumu asked, smirking.

“I’ll kill ya,” Osamu threatened.

“Chill out, it was a joke,” Atsumu said, holding his hands up. “Besides, I don’t plan on telling her. Frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ya want something,” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu. 

“Let me have a turn,” Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill ya,” Osamu said. “We’ve shared in the past but Y/n is different.”

“Osamu,” you cooed. 

“I really, really like her,” Osamu said, ignoring you. “Like, it could be love one day.”

You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamu’s waist.

“Fine, fine,” Atsumu said. “I won’t say anything. I’ll even be yer cover.”

“What do you want?” Osamu asked. 

“Free food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,” Atsumu said. “And maybe just one kiss.”

“Free food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,” Osamu bargained. 

“Free food for a year and a real kiss,” Atsumu said. “With tongue.”

“What are we, in high school?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Free food for two years and a peck,” Osamu said. “And I won’t even kick ya after the kiss.”

“Or hit me at all!” Atsumu said.

“Fine,” Osamu said.

“Deal,” Atsumu said, smirking. “Come ‘ere, doll.”

Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.

“No tongue,” you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.

“Worth it,” Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.

“Shut up,” you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.

“Hope my cum tastes good,” Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumu’s face dropped as he gagged.

“Ew! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!” Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.

“Bokuto couldn’t make it?” Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.

“That’s why we brought Atsumu to replace him,” you said, smiling widely. 

Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. “M/n,” he said.

“Atsumu,” your mom said, barely containing her glare. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I’m sure,” Atsumu said. 

You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.

“So, how was work?” You asked. 

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Your mom exclaimed. “Just the worst!”

“Oh? What happened?” Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.

“I have to work in Tokyo for the next week!” Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, no! That’s awful,” you said. “But Tokyo, that’s nice.”

“It’s just now I really won’t get to see you,” your mom said, pouting.

“Maybe I could extend my trip a little,” you said. “That way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.”

“Oh, as long as Osamu doesn’t mind having you here,” your mom said. 

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “This is her house, too.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,” your mom said. “I feel like I’ve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.

“I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “It’s father daughter bonding.”

“Oh, it’s bonding all right,” Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.

“What was that?” Your mom asked.

“Just said that bonding is nice,” Atsumu said.

“So, when do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, around 5,” she said. “Way before you two will be up.”

“Are you taking the train?” Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.

“I’m taking the car, hope you don’t mind,” she said. 

“It’s fine, we’ll probably just hang around here, anyway,” Osamu said. 

Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea. 

“We have that pick up game later this week,” you said. “With Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.”

“It’ll be great, we’re gonna crush you,” Atsumu said.

“You don’t even know the teams yet,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Me, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,” he said.

“That’s not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!” You exclaimed.

“Ya don’t want me on yer team? I’m hurt,” Osamu said, clutching his heart. 

“Against three pros? No, I don’t want you on my team,” you said. “I want Sho-kun!”

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,” Atsumu said, making a fist. 

Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense. 

“Sorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,” you said, holding up a fist. 

In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left. 

“Bye, Mom,” you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car. 

“Bye, sweetie,” she said, hugging you tightly. “Tell Osamu I said bye.”

“I will,” you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone. 

You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. 

“Morning, daddy,” you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.

“Oh?” He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Wanna feel you,” you mumbled, rolling your hips against his. 

“G’head, baby,” he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.

He hissed softly.

“Sensitive?” You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen. 

“Pretty,” you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin. 

“D’ya jus’ call me pretty?” Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline. 

“You are,” you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock. 

“I wanna fold ya in half, princess,” Osamu said, holding your hips. “Throw yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. “We have all day.”

“‘m not lettin’ ya leave this bed,” he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix. 

“Take it all, baby, I know ya can,” he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust. 

“Samu!” You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, look at ya,” he grunted. “Such a lil princess, wanting to ride daddy’s cock and not being able to take it all without daddy’s help.”

“S’too big,” you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.

“Ya jus’ need a lil’ help, baby,” Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. “Yer daddy’s little girl, after all.”

You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest. 

“Can feel ya clenchin’ ’round me, go ‘head and cum for me, princess,” Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest. 

“Daddy!” You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit. 

“Want ya to make a mess for me,” he said, flicking your swollen clit. “Want ya to squirt around my cock again.”

“Harder, Samu, please!” You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder. 

“Gonna fill ya up all day,” he grunted. “‘Til yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when I’m finished with ya. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding. “Want daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!”

Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out,” he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. “Good girl.”

He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away. 

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.

“Squirt around my cock, baby,” he said, strumming your clit. “Come on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.”

You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.

“No, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!” You squealed. 

“Come on, princess,” he muttered, pushing down harder. “Make a mess on daddy.”

You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamu’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. “Good girl.”

You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. 

“Daddy,” you breathed, cuddling into his side. “Didn’t know I could cum that hard.”

“Me either, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Ya did so good, princess.”

“I made a mess,” you said.

“Just like daddy asked,” he said. “Ya want daddy to clean ya up?”

“Please,” you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub. 

“Ya want anything, princess?” Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.

“Join me,” you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him. 

“This is so bittersweet,” Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I just wish I had met ya first,” Osamu said. “Before yer mom. Now, I’ll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.”

“Hey, you didn’t raise me or anything,” you said. “It’s not like you’re my father figure or anything. You’re only four years older than me. If anything, my mom’s the weird one for marrying a guy her child’s age.”

“I really, really like ya.” Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“I really, really like you, too,” you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamu’s as he pressed small kisses up your neck. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.”

“I thought ya were the most beautiful woman,” Osamu said. “Couldn’t take my eyes off ya.”

You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. 

“I’m falling in love with ya,” he mumbled against your skin. “This is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.”

You kissed his hand again.

“What the fuck is this?”