#wc: 543

[yukyunotabibito]

To Gareth, with all of my love,

His Majesty is doing remarkably well, for a boy who is still so naive in the ways of the world. His grades show a wonderful grasp on both the Fodlan language and what is he is learning in class. Though, he's always had a mind for catching on quickly to such things when he can bury himself in a book; hasn't he?

You shouldn't worry so much about him. For as childish as he still is, he is much more put together than we give him credit for. And even if he fumbles sometimes, he is a quick learner. Please, do not fret yourself to death over his safety. He... he can handle himself. And as much as I would not like to admit it, we must allow him to be on his own or he will never learn a thing.

I write to you now to inform you of my decision to leave the main monastery, and reside in the town below. To give Kurthnaga a little space to grow without me suffocating him. Or perhaps it for myself. Either way, I will no longer constantly be keeping a watchful eye over him. As much as that worries me, I am sure he will be fine. Were we any better at his age? I daresay we were not. I certainly wasn't, though I did not know you at the time, so I cannot say for certain that you also weren't.

And to you, my dear Gareth, I ask of your wellbeing. You are not running yourself ragged watching over my great grandson; are you? Surely not; right? Of course you are; what am I thinking? You are too loyal, you care too much. Hopefully he will not turn out to be half the terror that Kurthnaga was when he was young. I still have the scars on my arms from when he believed the best way to greet someone was by biting them.

Gareth... I... [something is hastily scribbled out here]

How is Goldoa? This season was always my favourite to spend there. Though it was also a favourite for sailing. The next time I return, I will take all three of you - that is you, Ena, and the dear child - out on the open sea. And perhaps Kurthnaga as well, should he happen to return with me and fancy a ride.

Gareth. You will never see this part of the letter, as hopefully a better, future, version of myself will have already seen fit to remove it. But... I miss you as I would miss my own heart were it to be torn from my chest. I suppose it matters not what I say, as you will never read it. Allow me to make a selfish request here then, as it will not matter. Visit Lynet's burial place for me. Bring flowers. The blue ones that she always liked when she was alive. And... keep a few for yourself as well.

I will write to you again soon, to let you know of Kurthnaga's wellbeing. I may be in the town now, but he will not fall into danger under my watch. Keep well, Gareth. And take care of Goldoa.

Yours, always,

Nasir Lambros

[bejingren]

a.maze - don't call me (team a) | solo | line distribution

there's definitely something that has changed in the air, from jingren's point of view, in his world. the way he has approached this song is entirely different, with much of the credit going to how the group has worked together. it made jingren more confident in his own skills and rather than hiding away and being a bland block, he had some rather in-your-face parts of the song that had to have some backing behind them. hard to stay out of the spotlight in a group of five, inclusive of their lovely coach. it wasn't just about dancing to the song or singing the song anymore. he was incorporating more expressions and attitude to his performance. being given a song like 'don't call me' was daunting at first, but after the short affair with this song coming to this performance, jingren has had a good time with it. and it's time to show off what he can do. he even watched a recording of him practicing the moves without any facial expressions compared to his attempt after some tweaks and constructive help from the team, and it made a big difference.

he hopes that their concept was also showing their creativity and spin on the origins of don't call me, but with their touches on it. a bit dystopian. parts rock remix. mad max. bladerunner vibes - somethin' like that. honestly he was this tempted to bring in a cowboy hat like when they'd first talked about it but it didn't quite fit any more. and it would be distracting in his dance performance anyway so it's best to leave the changes to the music, and clothes but without anything that would detract from performing it well. they only had one chance.

he's not particuarly concerned about his singular ranking, but he wants his team to win so that they aren't up for elimination. that makes him more nervous than anything but when the music starts, the muscle memory of all the times he's practiced comes in, and jingren has a mental reminder to give it 200%. everything he's practiced for is now up for deliberation at this moment. rinse, wash, and repeat. he has an intense expression on, corners of his mouth downturned.

there isn't any standing moments with choreography for the most part- there's always something moving. limbs and joints, warm, as jingren moves from formation to formation. it always intrigues him how modern choreography doesn't even have the singer standing, and learning how to balance those vocals while in motion was definitely an uphill battle. hopefully one that he has conquered, with his stamina from his dance history here. lots of kicks, honestly. and 'angry' arm movements, in his opinion. his favourite part of the dance is during the chorus. the unit's worked hard. and the ending where inho and he harmonized - they've practiced this many times already. but things feel so different when they're on stage, and they've got one shot - execution, let's go, let go. before the boy knows it, the song is done and after a few seconds, they all release their ending positions when the judges have some questions. jingren feels that he's done so much better this time around. he hopes it shows in the results.

[haeminlgc]

2023 review

What were some of your greatest accomplishments this year and out of all of them, which one was the most memorable one for you?

"The most memorable accomplishment from this year would definitely be the musical that I managed to land a lead role in. It was most unexpected to say the least since I don't really consider myself a singer nor a dancer. The experience definitely pushed me out of my comfort zone and made me grow as a performer. In the end I really enjoyed being part of it and perhaps in the future would like to participate in more musical works. As for some of my greatest accomplishments, I can't not mention being part of the Hogamnote project! It was my first real acting project and I think we did rather well as a team. It was fun to work with everyone and get feedback from the director on how to portray my character."

What area(s) do you think you’ve personally improved on since the beginning of this year?

"Because of the musical at the beginning of the year I know my singing and dancing have improved. Of course they can't hold a candle to the actual idols in the company or the trainees who have been training relentlessly for a long time but they're solid and won't embarrass me any time soon. I also think that my ability to host and be in front of the camera more naturally has improved since I started my personal channel. It's not super popular but it seems to have a pretty okay reception from those who are interested in what I do."

What are some of your personal goals for 2024?

"Ah, some personal goals? Well, for a start I'd like to get involved in more projects to really get my name out there and gain valuable working experience. So I guess my goal is to audition for everything that's in my wheelhouse? Oh, and I'd like to continue hosting my personal channel for the whole of 2024. I think it will help me become more confident and outgoing in showing who I am on camera."

Out of all of the actors/models, what do you think makes you stand out from all of them?

"That's a great question! And one that I don't have a concrete answer to. Everyone in our agency is so talented and hardworking, showing their best sides consistenly. Even though I often say I have a fresh image, I'd like to think that I'm quite versatile and can fit into a variety of genres and roles, small or large. So... my versatility and adaptability?"

Aside from your main career path (actor/model), are there any types of gigs outside of it that you would be interested in doing in the future?

"One rather new dream that I have--though it is still connected to my main path--is to be able to sing an OST for a drama or a project that I'm in. I have found that I quite enjoy singing and would like to showcase that for the fans more. As for other gigs... I think it would be fun to host something or interview others for a program."

[luffysprincess]

LIE DETECTOR TEST : ISAGI YOICHI

⊹ summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

⊹ pairing : isagi yoichi x reader (established relationship)

⊹ wc : 543

⊹ warnings : reader is referred to as “girl” with she/her pronouns, suggestive, mentions of oral sex, if I’m missing something pls lmk!! MINORS DNI

⊹ A/N : this is a repost from my prev blog bc i wanna continue this series and i cant post the next part without the context from this one so if it looks familiar, thats why. ALSO if anyone has a reblog of bachira's part somewhere pls send me the link!!

⊹ bachira’s version | kunigami’s version

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”

“@/isagisbbybgrl asks How big is your dick?”

Isagi had practically choked on his own spit at the question.   “Wha—why is this the first question?!”

“I’m just reading out what Twitter wants to know?”, the interviewer laughs at the shock in his face. “Now answer the question.”

Isagi, Kunigami and Bachira were currently sat side by side across from their interviewer. They had been invited to guest star on LockX , one of the most popular podcasts to date relating to everything and anything Blue Lock. And today they were asked to answer a few fan questions from Twitter all while hooked up to a lie detector. Up first was Isagi, who looked like he was already regretting coming today.

“Like 10 inches” he sighed out. All heads turned to the polygraph examiner— Milo was his name.

“There’s no way—“

“Truth”

Bachira laughs out at Kunigami’s disbelief while the latter mumbles to himself. Something about not believing it till he sees it himself.

“Wait, now I’m curious” Bachira scooted forward and turned to Isagi. “How much of it does your girl take in her mouth?

“What the fuck Megs? Nope. I’m not talking about Y/N here. Not like that.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but more than half these Twitter asks are about her,” the interviewer adds.

“Come onnnn Yoichi”

“Fine. All of it. Next question”

“Milo?”

“He’s telling the truth” Milo nods back, while the room fills with whistles and cheers to Isagi, who’s hidden his face behind a hand but can’t help the proud smirk that grows on his face at the thought of you taking all of him.

“Okay okay” the interviewer laughs before he directs his next question, “User @/mysagiballs asks where is your favorite place to kiss a partner?”

“Hey at least this one’s not about Y/N”

“Ehh it technically is,” Bachira counters.

“It basically is,” Isagi sighs once again, finally accepting that this is what the rest of the interview will be like. “Her lips, that’s my favorite place to kiss her”

“He’s lying.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“Another lie”

“I feel like of all the questions you’ve been asked, this is the most mild.” Kunigami speaks up.

“But you’re lying about it, which means there’s something juicy you’re hiding” Bachira teases.

“Fine, her cheek”

“Still lying”

“Seriously Milo!”

This continues on for a few minutes, Isagi calling out a bodypart and Milo calling out his bullshit.

Her neck. Lie. Her shoulders. Lie. Her hands. Lie.

Meanwhile Bachira and Kunigami have practically fallen off the sofa in tears, laughing at how frustrated Isagi grows with every call of his bluff.

“Between her legs, alright?! I’m not getting any more specific than that. You can figure the rest out yourselves I’m sure”, he glares at Milo as he grumbles out his final answer.

“That was the…truth”

It takes a few moments for Bachira to calm down from his hysterics but then he’s teasing Isagi for being so naughty, giggling at the sight of his friend aggressively ripping off the cuffs and sensors connecting him to the polygraph.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want now but you’re going next.” Isagi grins at him, excited to see his friend suffer the same as he did.

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Love Bites

The light from the tv flashes throughout Matt’s bedroom, the faint smell of his cologne wafts over you with each subtle movement of his. Matt lays sprawled out across the bed, his face pressed firmly against the inside of your thigh, your other leg propped lazily across his opposite shoulder, as he stares up at you. Redness forms at the base of your cheeks, his gaze being too intense for you to endure.

Being in such an intimate position with him like this wasn’t something out of the ordinary but it wasn’t in either of your guys' daily routine. Granted you had been hooking up with him for a while now, you still had those stomach-churning butterflies anytime he was in close proximity to you. An unwanted natural reaction that always left you a nervous mess when he was around. 

You reach a hand out, tangling it through his loose, brown coils. Letting the air dissipate from your lungs as you rake your fingers through his messy locs, “missed you,” you hum, your voice small and sweet, something he adored about you. Angelic was how he described it when he talked about you in your absence. 

Matt gently caresses his thumb along the outside side of thigh, lowering his head to press a light kiss to the inside of it. His lips were soft to the touch, like he had been moisturizing with his vanilla space camp lip balm every day since you had been gone. The feather-like sensation of his lips against such a sensitive spot sends goose bumps forming in rows down your arms. That same unwelcome natural reaction that makes your body shiver against its own will. 

He fixes his gaze on you — eyes so blue, you could skydive in them if you really put your mind to it. A playful smirk pulling at his lips before he connects his mouth to your skin once more, this time grazing his teeth against you. Shocks of electricity wave throughout your body, burying themselves deep in your core as Matt sucks and nips at the delicate spot. 

“Ma — Matt,” your breath catching in the back of your throat and your grasp around his chocolatey strands tightening just enough for him to feed off of your reaction. Sinking his teeth into your skin ever so gently, making you squirm in the process. Lightly gliding his tongue over the tender spot, kissing and sucking at it — replacing the pain with a yearning for more — as you arch your back, bucking into his touch subtly. You missed it more than anything, almost like a homesick feeling. 

Matt pulls away, a barely audible popping noise softly bounces off the walls of his room as he does so. He studies the love bite he left you, rings of red and light purple quickly forming around the edges. Matt looks up at you, “I always miss you,” he coos, his words tantalizing if anything. 

Moments like this were journal-worthy to you. The intimacy you and Matt shared was out of this world, it didn’t matter if it was sexual or not. It was comforting. He always gave you some type of newfound need for his affection, it was foreign to you. Nobody ever left you aching for more.

♡‧₊˚ Chey’s Note - just a sweet little blurb while I work on developing this au a bit more! I’ve been getting lots of requests for these two. Let me know what you guys think. Possibly a part 2?? & don’t be afraid to send me questions and suggestions! Or just talk me, I love talking to you guys! 🥹🫶🏻

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[kittifang]

❝ THREE’S A CROWD? ❞

WC : 543 includes : reader is more of a voyeur in this, voyeurism, frottage, mxm, poly satosuga, dirty talk, edging, 18+ MDNI

poly! satosuga that you walk in on, both men desperately working their hips into the other's as their twitching cocks grind together, the swollen tips leaking with precum and making the slide even more sensual. You freeze, not wanting to interrupt yet simultaneously wanting to because, god, are they beautiful together. Your eyes are stuck on the way Geto's hand wraps around both of their lengths, pumping and working them together, the lewd sound accompanied by Gojo's grunts and their shared moans.

With the wet smacking of their sloppy kisses against each other's lips, you can already feel yourself dripping into your panties at the wanton scene. The pair's skin is shiny with sweat, their bodies glistening with a sheen of it,  slipping down their forheads and soaking their hair, which tells you they've been up to this for a while. You watch as the white-haired man buries his face into the crook of his lovers, whining as the fingers of Geto's spare hand sink into the flesh of his ass.

Gojo's always been greedy, always wanting for more, and there's no exception in the bedroom, and Suguru loves taking advantage of that. With how debauched and outright greedy your blue-eyed lover looks, you'd guess it's another one of those instances. He presses his forehead against Geto's with a plead, "S-suguru, please,-ngh- need to cum f-fuck!". And he receives a chuckle in response with a caress of the man's thumb over the weeping slit of his cock.

"Hmm, you think you deserve it? Maybe I'll be nice because you asked so prettily. Just look at you all desperate for me." Black eyes finding his rivers of desperate blue as their foreheads press together, Satoru looks so dazed and needy, all flush and whiny—just how Geto likes him, and he can't resist giving into him. He's already edged the poor man twice and knows he's reaching his limit, so he hums. Hand snaking from Satoru's ass to wrap around his neck to press their lips together, his other still steadily pumping the both of them, and he ups the pace. The actions only turn Gojo even more needy, his muffled moans of "Suguru! g-gonna cum t-thankyou thankyou thankyou" swallowed by the black-haired man's mouth, all messy and full of clashing teeth.

A string of spit connects their wet lips as Suguru tilts the other man's head and takes the lobe of his ear into his mouth, nipping the flesh as he speaks once more. "Thats a good boy, make a mess, baby, cum all over my cock just like that." And with a few more strokes of his hand, that's all it takes for a cry of "Suguru!" to leave Gojo's lips as his hips stutter, heavy balls tightening as he paints Geto's cock and his own abs with his seed.

He could cry from how fucking good it feels, rocking his hips as he's milked for all he's worth, groaning and whimpering as his twitching tip drips with the last remains of his spend. He buries his head in his beloved neck's once more. Now in tiredness as he breaths raggedly, those same hands rake over his back as he recovers. Soon enough those black eyes finds yours with a smirk from across the room, taking in your too pressed together thighs and red cheeks. "Enjoy the show, sweetheart?" And you swallow, you just know you're in for trouble.

AN//: errr this was supposed to be a lil drabble and I ended up getting VERY carried away😅 (who's surprised) :P. This is the first thing I've written since last year so hopefully y'all like it,i would greatly appreciate your thoughts and feedback!! byeeeee :D.

[lady-lostmind]

ASK DAD

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Daddy Kink

Rating: E | WC: 543

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

It starts as a joke. One Eddie leans into because it’s funny. Steve is always so annoyed when the group calls him mom. Anytime he puts his hands on his hips, or objects to an idea that’s sure to end in someone getting hurt and without fail one of them says, ‘Okay, mom.’ And Steve rolls his eyes, completely fed up with all of them. 

It’s Robin’s fault, really. She’s the one who started all this. Steve and Eddie had just started dating and she asked Steve if they could stop for ice cream driving back from the movies. Steve scoffed, saying he’d had enough ice cream for a lifetime and Robin groaned, immediately turning to Eddie. “Fine, I’ll ask dad instead.��� 

They all laughed, and it absolutely worked because fuck if Eddie was saying no ice cream, and it stuck. It spread. It became a huge joke across the whole group. Steve and Eddie are mom and dad. If mom says no, go ask dad. It’s funny. Hilarious, even. 

Until it’s really not.

Until Steve says it once and it hits him like a lightning rod. 

The first time is a joke. Steve teasing him about being the dad. He’s been trying to get Eddie’s attention all night. To pull Eddie out of his creative hole to watch a movie with him. But Eddie had to finish the campaign he was working on. If he didn’t get it out now, he would lose it. 

Steve comes in with a huff and snatches his notebook away, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve been in here for hours, Eds.” 

Eddie holds his hand out. “Baby, please. I’ll be out soon. Just let me–” He leans forward trying to take the notebook back but Steve snatches it out of reach. 

Eddie sighs, his voice stern. “Steve–”

A mean little grin pulls at Steve’s mouth. “Uh-oh. Is daddy getting angry?”

He meant it as a joke. Eddie can tell because as soon as he clocks the blush that has spread over Eddie’s face his entire face fills with glee. “Oh–”

Eddie shakes his head, jumping up. “Nope– nope. Let's uh–” He turns the lamp off and grabs the notebook from Steve, tossing it on his desk. “You wanted to watch a movie, right?” 

Steve closes his mouth, trying to hide the menacing smirk still plastered there. “Yeah. Let's watch a movie.” 

It’s been weeks. Eddie is sure the motifying reaction he had has been forgotten. That Steve took mercy on him and let it go. 

He should have known better.

He should have known Steve was just biding his time. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

Eddie slams into Steve again, groaning loudly when he pushes back against him, wiggling his hips and pushing closer to the edge. Eddie grabs his hips roughly, trying to pin him in place so he can drag this out a little longer not wanting to–

“Oh, fuck me Daddy.” 

Eddie cums. Hard, and with no warning, his body shuddering against Steve’s as he slumps over him with a heavy moan. “What the fuck? Oh my–” 

Steve chuckles beneath him, looking over his shoulder with a shit eating grin.

Eddie shakes his head. “You did that on purpose.”

[crazyyluvr]

back in the umemiya x medic!reader roll so have a little drabble i made while procrastinating from all my dues and studying for my exams <3 just a bit of backstory that i had lingering at the back of my mind that i had to get out before i forget it so enjoyy!

wc: 543

original idea/oneshot

i was just thinking about how medic reader and umemiya had been a duo ever since, from middle school all the way to bofurin, to when umemiya became a leader and dragged you up so you could stand beside him at the top of bofurin.

at the beginning, people wondered how the two of you became as close you were, since you were quite different from each other; you were harsh while umemiya was gentle, umemiya was lighthearted while you were serious. you two were like a sun and a shadow, differing, but one cannot exist without the other.

one of the things umemiya was known for was how well he took care of and protected his own people, and you were no exception to it. in fact, it probably tripled when it came to you; every time you both ended up in a fight, he'd be the one doing all the hard work while you just waited for him to finish so you could patch him up.

everyone always wondered why he never let you lift a finger against anyone. it was obvious that you were more than capable of handling yourself despite never proving it, but you never intervened whenever umemiya was fighting, even if he got himself into a sticky situation.

hiragi was the only one who ever got the courage to ask the leader himself about it, when they were alone on the rooftop garden, watching the sun set as you took your turn at tending to the plants, too focused on your task to listen to their conversation.

"don't they know how to fight?" hiragi pointed out, nodding towards you. "why don'tcha let them fight?"

umemiya didn't answer immediately. the hues that the setting sun casted on the clouds was beautiful, an amazing blend of fading blues and vibrant oranges.

but he wasn't looking at that.

he was just looking at you. you, crouched over one of his eggplants, your face focused as you studied the plant.

"the last time i let them fight..." umemiya started, flashes of that day appearing in his brain, "it didn't end well. for either them or the person they were fighting against."

he chose his words carefully; he knew that you didn't want people knowing much about what had happened to you, and why it was enough to make you avoid fighting entirely.

"fighting is a drug," umemiya said, turning away to look at his friend, who was watching him. "those who take it either get numb to its effects or get so addicted to the point where they can't control it."

hiragi glanced at you again, and he seemed to understand.

you used to fight — which was expected, since you were umemiya's right-hand man. something had happened to you, and it affected you enough to cast you aside to the role of a medic permanently.

hiragi didn't ask any more questions after that, opting to just watching the sun fall to make way for the moon.

but he couldn't help but think that the day that he'd see you fight would be a bloody, bloody day indeed.

and he, for some reason, did not want to ever witness that happen, even if it meant bruising his own knuckles to ensure it.

[miiyoshi]

intro

iwaizumi x reader -- cw: nothing much but mention of mold wc: 543 // an: roomate!iwa series is happening !!

iwaizumi doesn't need a roommate, hell he didn't even want one until quite literally 5 seconds ago, when he had heard about how your apartment has become inhabitable.

"a mold infection?" he questions you over the phone,

"i know, it's crazy. that's probably why i've had that dry cough for weeks now," you respond as you start packing up your belongings in a box. "i'm going to have to move back home with my parents iwa, it sucks but i don't have anywhere else to go right now."

the line goes completely silent as the gears in iwaizumis brain start crunching together and an idea comes to his mind, but as confident as he is, the words don't seem to come out of his body at this instant. you'd think he hung up by how silent he is, but you don't hear the end call beeping either.

"iwa?" you snap him out of his daze.

"yeah, sorry.." he finally responds, he figures out the best way to propose his new idea to you. he doesn't want to sound too pushy or too available (as if he would ever not be available for you). "isn't your parents' place like a good two hour commute to work?"

he hears you sigh and he can imagine the pinch in your brows forming that comes out whenever your stressed, "yes," you responded, "but there's nowhere to-"

"come live with me then." his voice cuts through yours.

the line goes completely silent once again, this time because you are trying to wrap your head around what he just blurred out, "what was that?" you ask him to clarify.

"i said you can come live with me instead then."

"iwa, i don't know if i can-"

"my place is way more convenient for work than your parents'. i have a guest bedroom anyways, and there are two washrooms so it won't feel like we're some kids in college."

you sigh quietly but he hears you anyways, then a cute giggle that he's learned to love over the time he's known you. "okay then," you smile, "i'll move in with you iwa."

---

"this is the last box," iwaizumi grunts as he walks in his your shared apartment holding the box.

just offering you a place to stay was enough for him to do, so it was much to your surprise when iwaizumi also insisted that he can help you move. "you don't need to pay a fortune for a moving service if i'm here", he would tell you, giving you no choice but to accept his kind offers.

"thanks again for helping me, with everything," your bright eyes beamed at him and he almost stutters on his words, "it's nothing."

"dinner's on me today iwa, you've already done so much for me"

iwazumi mutters your name followed by a "you know you don't have-"

"but i want to," you take a step closer to him, "i'll even let you pick the place," you tease.

iwaizumi's been raised to always be giving and never ask for too much from others, but how can he turn down your offer with the way you smile up at him and pearly eyes locked with his?

"if you insist," he smiles back at you, "roomie."

[ottocres]

˚ ༘ * three in the morning w/ oikawa

m.list / wc: 543

    sitting on your loveseat, a table lamp illuminates the corner you're sitting in. nothing quite captures your attention like the small apple shaped clock on your wall. it's just past two in the morning, no sounds of cars passing by your apartment building, no videos playing on oikawa's phone as he sits on the matching chair. all you can hear is the ticking of each minute passing.

  part of you wants to go to bed and just address it in the morning, you've already called off work for the following day so it wouldn't affect much. however, you know that if you don't say something when every thought is swirling through your head, you never will. letting out a deep sigh, you lean your head back against the back of the loveseat.

  you sit there, wondering when exactly he'll be back. his location service is off (which you swore to yourself you'd never use unless absolutely necessary, not that you ever kept such promises), he won't check your messages. you can't even tell if you want to be more worried or mad. especially when the sound of your door handle wiggling sends your eyes peering.

  oikawa's saying something on the phone as he walks in, not even noticing you at first, "i know, i know. but i'll be well rested for this weekend's tournament, do not worry."

  he sets his keys down, following his wallet, and finally his phone after hanging up the phone with who knows. it's the same way he's entered your apartment ever since he started living there. you became astute to it, even setting your own things down in the same succession. turning around, oikawa finally notices you, bathing in the dim light of your favorite table lamp.

  his lips part for a moment, head turning as his eyebrows begin to furrow, "what- what are you doing up, love?"

  "waiting for you, it's been a long night. normally i don't get worried, but when you said you were hanging out with issei, even though his instagram clearly shows he's not in town, i figured i'd wait for you," your face stays rather still, lips forming back into a frown as soon as you stop speaking.

  oikawa looks away for a second, biting his lip. there are arguments like this that make you wonder what he'll say next. how'll he react, when it changes every time. "you can't let everything be a surprise, can you?"

  "a surprise, at nearly three in the morning? don't try to act like you're out buying engagement rings or whatever. you've done this more evenings then i can count and it's bothering me that you can't even give me a straight answer," you bring your thumb up to your lips, biting anxiously at your nail.

  he clenches his jaw, staring down at the ground. you wait for him to say something, to give some sort of explanation for whatever he's done. however, he just stands there, like the passage of near minutes would blow this entire thing over. "you don't want to say anything? because really, if you're going to say it, say it now. if not, you're free to stay with hajime."

  "i don't really know what to say."

  "you never do when something's hard."

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Morning After

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 543 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: mention of smut, embarrassment, shame, comfort, L bombs, kissing, mention of nudity but nothing descriptive more just implied, sweet boi, very fluffy in the end

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You felt the warm rays of the sun gloss over you from the slightly cracked curtains. You stretched a bit, snuggling into the warm chest you laid on. When you processed that thought a little further you shot up, your eyes widening as you looked down. 

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?”  Christian said, looking up at you.

Your eyes raked over his naked form as every moment of last night played in your head. Your face felt hot as you recalled your bodies intertwining in the most wonderful and lovingly intimate way. And yet… you felt - embarrassed. You felt like you needed to be guarded. You pulled the sheets closer to your chest, trying to hide yourself. 

Christian furrowed his brows, “Honey?” he said sitting up. He maintained the space between you given the way you were acting but he couldn’t help but feel his heart cracking at your reaction.

“I… umm… Are you… did you… last night…” you stumbled, unable to get anything coherent out. You stopped talking, sucking in a shaky breath. 

“Hey…” he looked at you with big round eyes, soft and sweet and full of nothing but concern for you. 

You lowered the sheets a bit, still clutching them to your chest. “I’m sorry I just… I umm… I don’t know…” you let out a nervous laugh. 

“Do you remember what happened last night?” he asked softly. 

You two were both completely sober, of course you remembered. You nodded bashfully in response to his question. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked with worry.

You checked in with yourself for a moment, nothing hurt. If anything you actually felt loose, relaxed. You shook your head ‘no’. 

“Do you regret it?” you mumbled almost incoherently but he heard you.

“What?! Of course not, I thought last night was rather… beautiful.” he responded honestly, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You carefully slid one of your hands into his. “I’m sorry… I just got embarrassed… then I got worried maybe you didn’t… enjoy it as much as I did… or if it was disappointing… or where we really go from here…” you sighed, you felt so stupid.

“Baby last night was… amazing - truly. I… haven’t felt that way with anyone before. And I… love you. Not for the sex but for you. And if you want to… I’d like to keep dating, maybe even have a repeat of last night every so often?” he smirked at you slightly.

You blushed at his comment but couldn’t stop hearing three words in your mind. “I love you.”

You loosened your grip on the sheets completely, your chest exposing itself as they fell. Christian’s eyes stayed on your face before you pulled in and kissed him. Christian held still for a moment before gently wrapping his arms around you, falling back into the pillows with you on his chest.

“I love you.” you said when you finally had to suck in some air. 

Christian smiled at you like you were his whole world. You were and he would show you every chance he got. 

“Any chance at a repeat of last night?” you said shyly with a slight waver in your voice.

“I’m sure something can be arranged.” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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Naboo's Note:

Just a short one for our lovely DPR IAN. XOXOXOXOX

[bradleysass]

Camp - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 543

The summer sun was relentless, beating down on Camp Gryphon with a vengeance. Regulus Black, clipboard in hand, stood under the shade of a towering oak tree, watching chaos unfold around him. Kids sprinted between cabins, paint-streaked hands waving wildly from the morning’s arts and crafts session. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Barty yelling something about a scavenger hunt, which likely meant he'd orchestrated some kind of disaster that would take Regulus the next hour to fix.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. The campers had been particularly unruly today, and as much as he enjoyed working here, there were moments when he truly questioned his life choices. The last thing he needed was another distraction.

And then, as if summoned by the universe to make everything both better and worse, James Potter strolled into view.

Drenched. In nothing but his swim trunks.

Regulus had been dating James for two years now, but that did nothing to soften the impact of seeing his boyfriend dripping from head to toe, golden skin glistening under the midday sun. His dark curls were an absolute mess, water still dripping from the ends as he ruffled them absently. His ridiculous grin was already locked in place, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, probably only there to make him look extra insufferable.

Regulus took a deep breath, willing himself to focus.

James, of course, made that impossible.

“Reg,” James greeted, stepping entirely too close. His hand found Regulus’ waist with ease, and Regulus could feel the dampness of his skin through his thin counselor T-shirt. “Come swim with me.”

“No,” Regulus replied immediately, shifting his clipboard between them as a flimsy barrier. “I have responsibilities, unlike some people.”

James gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest. “Excuse you, I run the swimming program. Do you know how many kids I saved from drowning today?”

Regulus narrowed his eyes. “Did they actually drown, or did you just dramatically scoop them out of the water before they had the chance?”

James waggled his eyebrows. “Semantics.”

Regulus groaned, but James only grinned wider. “You’re overheating, love. I can see it. Come cool off.”

Regulus opened his mouth to argue, but James reached up and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, revealing those ridiculously warm hazel eyes, and—damn him—Regulus was done for. He hated how easily James could unravel his resolve.

“You’re ridiculous,” Regulus muttered, but he could already feel himself caving.

“I am,” James agreed cheerfully, “but I’m also right.” He moved closer, his arms sneaking around Regulus’ waist in a damp, sun-warmed embrace. “You’re burning up, babe.”

Regulus sighed, pressing a hand against James’ chest, fully intending to push him away, but—big mistake—because James was still dripping wet, and the water was shockingly cool against his overheated skin.

James grinned, sensing the shift. “See? Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Regulus glared at him, but James only waggled his eyebrows again. “Just admit you want to go in.”

“I hate you,” Regulus muttered, already peeling off his shirt.

James whooped, catching Regulus’ wrist and dragging him toward the lake with wild enthusiasm.

And as much as Regulus would pretend to be annoyed, he already knew he’d let James win every time.

[thatlotuscookie]

(IM SO GLAD YOUR BACK BTWW) I’ve been reading your stuff for a while now and absolutely love your writing! 💕 Could you write something with a deaf reader and Todoroki Shoto? Maybe a scene where they’re together, and Todoroki surprises them by learning sign language to communicate with them, but the reader had no idea he was learning it. thanks so much and welcome back!!

✧･ﾟ: a/n : thank you so much for your kind words! im so glad to be back too. this one’s super soft, and I loved writing it. hope you enjoy!

✧ Title: ✧ More Than Words ✧ ✧ Characters: Todoroki Shoto x deaf!reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance ✧ Rating: G ✧ Summary: Communication has always been tricky for Todoroki Shoto, but when it comes to you, he’s determined to bridge the gap in the most thoughtful way possible. ✧ Content/Tags: Deaf reader, sign language, wholesome fluff, Todoroki being an awkward but lovable bean, established relationship ✧ WC: 543 words // 3.1k chars

The golden hues of sunset bathed the room in a soft glow, casting long shadows across the floor. You were curled up on the couch, flipping through a book, the quietness around you the comforting kind you were used to.

From your peripheral vision, you noticed Shoto moving in the kitchen, his presence as calm and steady as ever. His back was to you as he worked, slicing fruit with precise movements. Every so often, he’d glance over his shoulder to check on you, as if ensuring you were still there.

When he finally walked over with a plate of fruit in hand, you smiled at him and signed, Thank you.

He set the plate down, sitting beside you with a careful grace. His eyes, mismatched but warm, studied you for a moment. Then, without a word, he raised his hands, moving them in a deliberate, slightly hesitant motion.

You're welcome.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The signs weren’t perfect—his fingers a little stiff, the movements slightly off—but the effort was unmistakable. He had learned. Somehow, without you knowing, he’d taken the time to learn your language.

Your book slipped from your lap as you stared at him, your chest tightening with a flood of emotions.

Shoto tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing in mild concern. Then he signed again, slower this time. I’ve been practicing. For you.

Your breath hitched. You quickly signed back, your hands trembling slightly. You learned sign language?

He nodded, his expression softening. I wanted to surprise you.

How long? you asked, your movements rapid but precise.

Months, he replied, his motions careful and deliberate. I didn’t want to tell you until I felt ready.

Tears welled in your eyes as you pressed a hand to your chest. Before he could say anything else, you leaned forward, pulling him into a tight embrace. His body stiffened briefly before relaxing, his arms wrapping around you in return.

When you pulled back, you cupped his face, your hands moving slowly to ensure clarity. Thank you. You didn’t have to do this, but you did. It means so much to me.

His gaze softened, his hands lifting to respond. I want to understand you better. I want to be closer to you.

Your tears spilled over, but you laughed through them, your heart feeling impossibly full. That evening, the two of you practiced together. You corrected his signs gently, smiling when he stumbled over more complex gestures. Shoto, ever determined, didn’t falter, his focus unshakable as he repeated each motion until he got it right.

When you showed him how to sign I love you, he paused, studying your hands closely. Then, after a few tries, he signed it back, his movements confident and sure.

You beamed, signing back immediately. I love you too.

The two of you sat there in the fading light, your hands speaking in the silence. Words were never necessary between you, but now, in this shared language, it felt like your connection had deepened in a way you hadn’t thought possible.

Shoto’s fingers brushed against yours briefly, a silent promise in his touch. And as the evening turned to night, you found yourself thinking that love, in its truest form, didn’t need words at all.

[akutasoda]

helllooo can I request hcs with fyodor, nikolai and dazai with a s/o and who collects vintage dolls?

vintage collections

synopsis - how are they with an s/o who collects vintage dolls

includes - dazai, nikolai, fyodor

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, maybe ooc, wc - 543

a/n: helooo!!!

osamu dazai ★↷

↪he's seen alot of things but for some reason, your vintage doll collection is one of the creepiest. to him, some even top the creepiness of yumeni's doll and that's a feat to be achieved.

↪you have caught him multiple times having staring competitions with them because he's convinced that they aren't just dolls. he hates having his back to them but you think he's watched to many horror films.

↪you also may catch him turning some around when you arrive home because he always complains that he doesn't feel safe alone with them.

↪but he still swears that they stare into his soul although he doesn't exactly say much to you because he knows that you like them - and you tend to think he's being overdramatic.

↪dazai hates it, but he doesn't mind where you decide to place your collections so long as you don't put a single one in your shared bedroom. he doesn't normally sleep much but he certainly wouldn't if he knew that there was a doll in there.

↪admittedly, as much as he hates most of them, some dolls you have are rather pretty but he still finds them all unnerving. dazai also thinks that they are worth way less than what he knows you pay for some.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪gets way too interested in your hobby than you'd think. he thinks your collection is really cool and will help you collect more - he's a super big fan of those vintage harlequin dolls in particular.

↪he absolutely adores how weirdly creepy they can be and more often than not, he'll randomly gift you another one. each one he gifts you has a special place in your collection.

↪helps you look for more and even helps you keep all the dolls in their best condition. your collection is certainly in good hands with him - sometimes he even puts new dolls in the current collection while cleaning.

↪occasionally, however, you can catch nikolai talking to the dolls. why? you'd rather not know as it is rather creepy in your opinion.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪a hobby is a hobby, that's how he sees it. he has his own hobbies and you have yours, if collecting vinatge dolls is one, then so be it.

↪admittedly, he does find your collecting rather intriguing. mainly because some of the dolls you've shown him are rather unique and interesting and he wonders what makes you so interested in them.

↪although if you have a rather extensive collection, he does find himself getting caught off guard by some as they seem to spread widly without him realising - he's fine with them as long as they don't enter his offices.

↪sometimes you can catch him just staring at them - not for any particular reason, he just stares at them sometimes. you don't know why and nor does he.

↪occasionally you get gifted a vintage doll by fyodor and they often become one of the best in your collection. you don't know where he gets them from but they look absolutely stunning and worth a prized spot in your collection.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @vi-chan07

[xoln04f1xo]

Late night drive - CL16

Suggestive

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x Reader

WC: 543

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The soft hum of the Ferrari's engine echoed in the quiet of the late night Monaco streets, the moonlight reflecting off of the sleek red car as Charles navigated the winding roads with ease. You sat in the passenger seat, your hand resting lightly on his thigh, tracing absentminded patterns over the fabric of his jeans.

"Do you always drive this fast when the streets are empty?" you teased, turning to look at him. Charles smirked, his green eyes flickering to you briefly before returning to the road. "Only when I have someone to impress."

You rolled your eyes, but the heat that crept up your neck betrayed you. It wasn't just the speed or the car... It was the way he drove, so effortless and in control, that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Where are we going anyway?" you asked, your voice softer now, almost hesitant.

"You'll see," he replied cryptically, his hand reaching over to rest on your knee. His thumb brushed your skin in a lazy circle, the warmth of his touch seeping through you.

The city soon gave away to the coastline, the dark expanse of the sea stretching out before you as he pulled the car to a stop at a secluded overlook. Charles killed the engine, and for a moment, the world was quiet save for the gentle sound of waves crashing against the rocks below.

He turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I thought you might like the view."

You glanced out at the water, but your gaze quickly returned to him. "The views nice," you murmured, your voice dropping "but it's not what I'm looking at."

Charles's smirk deepened, and in one swift motion, he leaned across the centre console, his hand coming to cup your jaw. "careful," he murmured, his lips - a breath away from yours, "or might start thinking you're trying to distract me."

You tilted your head slightly, your lips brushing his in light touches. "And what if I am?" He didn't need more of an invitation. Charles closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was intoxicating as it was demanding. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, the warmth of his body radiating against yours even in the cool night air.

The cramped confines of the car only seemed to heighten the intensity. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as his lips moving slowly along your jawline, then to the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered against your skin, his voice low and rough. You giggled softly, your breath hitching as his lips travelled lower. "Isn't that my job?"

Charles pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with something that made your pulse quicken. "You're very good at it," he admitted, a teasing edge to his tone.

His hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as the night stretched on, the world outside forgotten. Here, in the quiet of the Monaco coast, it was just you. Charles, and the electric pull that neither of you could resist.

Masterlist

[storiesaplenty]

Your Boss, Price (18+)

John Price x f/Reader

Call of Duty Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. Unprotected sex. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing

WC: 543

Gifs does not belong to me. 1st gif belongs to @collinnmckinley

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

This became a bit longer than I expected

Summary: Price owns a mechanic shop, & is in desperate need of a new front desk worker, so he put out an ad. He was not expecting you to show up at his shop. You get the job, but never expected to be so close to your boss, in more ways that one.

John Price, now retired from military service, owns a mechanic shop, Prices Auto Repair, where no one can match their price.

The previous front desk worker was fired, due to his pure incompetence.

Would constantly be messing up the schedule.

Wouldn't order the proper stuff, even if (and it was) spelled out for them.

Now John, who everyone called Price was an old-fashioned type of guy, meaning he placed an ad in the newspaper, which is how you came across his wanted ad.

You were desperate for a job, and not having any luck with anything online, you decided to check the newspaper and see if anyone was posting in there.

To your luck, the small ad catches your eye.

The pay seemed decent.

The hours were Monday to Friday, 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM, paid lunch, etc.

You called the number that was listed, and no one answered.

You tried few more times until you decided to just go to the shop.

"What can I do for you?" Came a gruff voice.

You turned around and saw an older man, wearing a hat, and I would say some unique facial hair, but it seemed to suit him.

"I saw the ad in the newspaper, and I tried to call."

He sighed as he looked at front counter.

"No one here to answer. That is why I put the ad in the paper."

Him and you had the short interview there, and he gave you the job.

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The guys, who you came to know as Gaz, Soap, and Ghost, seemed to take to you with ease.

You made sure to learn their breakfast orders, and would bring in breakfast for them once or twice a week, but there was one who you seemed to get close to, in more ways than one.

You have no idea how it started between you and John.

One second you were bringing him his tea, and the next thing you knew, the two of you were making out as he knocked everything off his desk.

The only reason you stopped was because someone knocked on his door.

You promised yourself that it wouldn't happen again until you found yourself alone with him.

Price had you bent over his desk, his hand covering your mouth as he fucked you from behind.

The edge of the desk digging into your skin, but you didn't care, not when he seemed to pull orgasm after orgasm from your body.

You would go back to your desk, with your boss's cum coating your inner thighs.

Or when you go on break, and you would find yourself under his desk, his cock sitting in your mouth as you leisurely sucked him off.

Even when one of the guys came in to talk to him, you didn't move your mouth as you gently moved your head back and forth.

The guys would barely be out of the room as John would let out a low grunt as he cums down your throat, and you eaglery swallow it, not wanting to miss a single drop.

You two thought you were being discreet, but all the guys knew.

They just didn't say anything as they have never seen their boss and friend so happy.