#I got halfway through this fucking anime before learning this shit

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Girl I should not have looked up who Laios’s English va was until after I finished the show because I knew it was familiar and now I’ve discovered that it’s Damien Fucking Haas, FROM FUCKING SMOSH, and now I can’t unhear his stupid fucking voice

#before you ask my roommate in college really liked smosh try not to laughs and now they’re a guilty pleasure of mine #and I do like Damien for the record it’s just now I’m not gonna be able to separate the two bastards #though I will say Laios and Damien do have similar vibes based on the videos and shit I’ve seen Damien in #and it’s not the same with knowing Sungwon Cho voices senshi bc I knew that going in #I got halfway through this fucking anime before learning this shit #anyway #acp says stuff #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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Just a Taste

Request: I wanna say one about Denki sucking readers fingers. I would want the kinks of mommy kink, degradation kink, and some that you would like to add as well!

CW: NSFW, Bottom Denki x Top Female Y/N, lots of sweetness at first, degradation, slapping, finger sucking, anal penetration, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, fingering (male and female receiving), pegging, riding, handjobs, crying, overstimulation, edging, reassurance, spanking, Denki sucks at taking things serious, lots of jokes

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Denki stared at Y/N, who stared at his empty TV screen. Nothing was playing, yet she was staring so intently.

"Oh my god, you finally lost it," Denki blinked and Y/N looked to him.

"You've been losing it, I don't wanna hear it from you," She chuckled, then pointed to the TV screen. "I was looking at how fucking dirty it is bro. How do you even get a TV screen THAT filthy?"

"By owning a cat that climbs all over it," He snorted, moving over to her. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure," She nodded, leaning over to kiss him. "Make popcorn."

"Yes ma'am," He kissed back, then walked off to the kitchen. "Pick a movie!"

"What are we in the mood for," She yelled out, grabbing his TV remote.

"Nothing that has animals dying," He yelled back.

She hummed, scrolling through the movies. Most of them looked like shit. "What about action?!"

"Yeah, that sounds good!"

She grunted and clicked on some superhero movie. Maybe it would end up being funny. It didn't matter anyway, Denki's commentary made anything funny.

And soon, Denki was sat by her, popcorn in hand. She started it and turned the lights off. "Extra butter?"

"Of course. Light butter is for pussies," Denki snorted, wrapping an arm around Y/N. "And you my dear, are not a pussy."

"Thanks," Y/N chuckled.

Denki eyed the movie as it started. "What's it about?"

"I don't know. It looked basic. Probably some basic ass superhero trope," Y/N shrugged, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

"...okay. So like child who gets powers and grows up with them in secret, not wanting to ruin their identity, but learns that they eventually have to use it, to save people," Denki explained.

"More basic," She smiles, looking up to him to see the concentration.

"Hm... Born without a super power, was shunned for it, but randomly gets one because... He was bitten by a bug. An out of world bug. And he comes out on top in the end," Denki offered, looking back to her.

She kissed him. She couldn't resist his dorky grin. He kissed back, leaning in. "You're a dork."

"You love it," Denki pointed out, kissing her forehead before pulling away. "Now movie time, I gotta see if I'm right."

She snorted, shoving more popcorn into her mouth. "Surprised you didn't bring in time travel."

"Oh my god, don't get me started," He shook his head.

She didn't look at the at the TV, instead, just eyeing him. His face was so cute. His eyes looking so excited, even if the hero looked like it came straight out of a children's cereal commercial.

After a minute or so, he noticed her looking at him. "Yes?"

"I love you," Y/N smiled.

Denki grinned back. "I love you too," He kissed her, staying there for a few moments this time. Then he pulled away, grin getting even bigger. "C'mon, you're missing his orgin story, it's so riveting."

"Riveting," Y/N repeated as Denki wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

They managed to make it halfway through the movie, and while Y/N thought it was poorly written, Denki's comments we're funny and entertaining enough.

At one point, she reached into the bowl to discover, popcorn was gone. She frowned. "Damnit."

"What," Denki looked to her, then followed her gaze. "Damnit! I don't even think I got a bite."

Y/N snorted. "No one was stopping you."

Denki grabbed Y/N's wrist, and picked her hand up. "I see the evidence right here. You're the first culprit I've seen covered in butter."

"I admit to the crime," Y/N snorted, then pointed a finger in his face, wrist still being held. "What's my punishment?"

"Slobbery hands."

"What-"

Y/N's face scrunched as Denki licked her hand, wrist to the tip of her middle finger. "I can't tell if you want to be a dog or your just horny and don't know how to express it."

Denki shrugged, freely bringing two fingers into his mouth. "Does it matter," He slurred around the fingers, watching how Y/N laughed.

"Yes, it does," Y/N pushed the empty bowl to the side, climbing into his lap. "One makes you... Someone who wants to be a dog, and the other one makes you a whore so..."

Denki eyed her, letting go of her wrist to hold her hips. He felt Y/N's fingers start to wiggle, and they slid back into his throat. He felt his face burn, hands holding her hips harder.

"What's the safeword," Y/N asked, pulling her fingers free, just enough for him to speak.

"Strawberry," Denki grinned. "It's such a dumb safeword."

"You're the one who picked it out," Y/N grinned back, kissing his cheek. "Anything you want to avoid?"

Denki thought that over. Y/N always asked, and he never really had an answer. But he did this time.

"I have that hero party, gala, shitty thing in a few days. Maybe don't leave any too obvious marks," He spoke, as Y/N's kisses moved to his neck.

Y/N nodded. "Okay baby. C'mon. Bedroom," She stood from his lap, finally pulling her fingers from his mouth. He was disappointed, actually, but followed her.

They made it to the bedroom and she sat down on the edge of the bed, standing him in front of her. "Take your shirt off."

Denki smiled, and took it off. He was far from ashamed of his body, especially when it came to Y/N. He always liked showing off to Y/N.

"Beautiful," Y/N chuckled, eyeing Denki's smile. She was pretty sure it would be gone soon.

In a good way of course.

"Just get naked," Y/N leaned back on her hands, giving him a small smile.

"Gladly," Denki smirked, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers with no fanfare. Just quick and easy. "Do I meet your requirements?"

"Always babe," Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, and sat him on her lap. "Gonna be a good boy?"

Denki felt his face burn again as he nodded, kissing her. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N hummed, hands moving to his hips.

He didn't stop kissing her, even as her hands moved to his chest, then down to his abs, then to his half hard cock. He couldn't pull away, even when he started moaning softly into her mouth.

Y/N moved her hand slowly, feeling the few veins around his cock, letting her thumb circle the head. And Denki was on the verge of making her pass out.

She pulled away, letting out a breathless laugh. "Jesus, Denki."

"Sorry," Denki laughed back, taking a deep breath. He ran a hand through her hair, kissing her neck.

Y/N hummed at the sloppy kisses Denki left on her neck. She let her hand moved down to the lower base of his cock, and he huffed out a hot breath, hips starting to fuck up into her hand.

"Are you about to come," Y/N asked, sounding amused.

"Don't laugh," Denki huffed. "Your fault."

"I'm just sitting here," Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"And you look go good just sitting there," Denki groaned.

"God you're acting like a slut right now," Y/N huffed, feeling the way Denki paused for a second.

"Oh god," Denki whispered as he realized which way this is going.

"Okay," Y/N asked and Denki nodded quickly.

"Yeah, that's okay," He spoke, pulling his face out of Y/N's neck.

"Good," Y/N whispered, giving him a sweet kiss before pulling her hand away from his dick. Denki gave a small groan, obviously an annoyed one, but he didn't protest.

"Lay over my lap," Y/N pulled away completely, waiting for him to stand.

Denki didn't argue, standing before taking a second to think. One, what would this lead to? Two, how uncomfortable would this be?

Eh. Only one way to find out.

He draped his front over her lap, and took a second to adjust. "Your knee is so goddamn sharp."

Y/N snorted while she rolled her eyes. "You suck at taking things serious."

"Do you remember who you fell in love with?"

"I'm reminded everyday."

"That's a good thing," Denki turned to eye her. "Right?"

"It's lovely," Y/N grinned, then pushed Denki's head down. "Now shut up, I'm trying to seduce you."

"Consider me seduced," Denki threw in, but did listen to her.

It was more comfortable than he first assumed, now that her knee wasn't digging into his stomach. And the hands that started to massage his back? Godly.

He felt his breath hitch as one of those hands moved to his ass, just grabbing and feeling. He sighed a bit, letting his eyes close.

Then there was a smack laid on his ass. A hard, loud one.

Spanking wasn't something new with them. It had always been on the table, but they didn't do it often. Not a specific reason for that, it's just how they did things.

So he was caught off guard, to say the least.

He groaned a bit, a hand moving to grab something but realized there wasn't much to grab. "Fuck Y/N."

Y/N hummed, eyeing the mark on his ass that was already turning red. She ran her fingers over it gently. "Hand me the lube."

Denki easily reached over to the nightstand and grabbed it. He handed it to her, adjusting where his dick sat against her leg.

She brought her leg up slightly. "Stop moving."

"Yes ma'am," Denki nodded.

He fought the want to squirm when two lubed up fingers were pressed up against his ass. And he knew, he KNEW, she wasn't going to stop at a single spank. He was just awaiting the slap now.

The fingers slid in with a little resistance, but Y/N took it slowly, using her free hand to rub Denki's back as he tensed. Sure, she was domming, but she didn't want him to be uncomfortable.

Denki gulped, going to grab Y/N's legs but stopped himself. "Ma'am- can I- FUCK-"

The hard slap on his ass caught him off guard and he let out a whimper at the sting. But regardless, he tried again.

"Can- Can I grab you," Denki asked quickly.

Y/N took a second to process why he was asking that. "Yes, you can."

"Thank you," He nodded, and used a hand on her leg as those fingers slid back in. Good, he really needed something to hold onto.

Then something else popped up into his mind and he came to realize he didn't know how to ask. He should really start asking questions before they get in the middle of it.

"Wa- wait," He huffed, sitting up. "Strawberry? But not really," He felt Y/N stop instantly, gently pulling her fingers out.

"Yeah," Y/N asked, meeting his eyes as he turned and almost felt onto the ground.

"Can I call you Mommy," He asked, with a small grin.

She couldn't hold back the laugh. "That's what you wanted to ask?"

He grinned and nodded. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable!"

"You wouldn't baby," She grabbed his chin and kissed him. "Thank you for asking though."

He hummed and kissed her back. "Sorry for interrupting."

"It's okay," Y/N nodded. "Is that it? Anything else?"

He thought that over, really wanting to avoid another interruption. "You owe me an ass massage after this."

She rolled her eyes and pulled him back onto her lap. "Yeah yeah, whatever man. Anything for the prince."

"You think I'm hot enough to be a prince?"

"And pretty enough to be a princess, now head down asshole," She chuckled.

She slid the fingers back in him slowly, listening for any real discomfort. When she was sure he was fine now, she continued.

She started rougher this time, sliding the fingers as deep as they could go before roughly pulling them until it was almost just her nails in him, then slamming them back in. She loved the way it made Denki jump.

Denki moaned, legs tensing when the fingers just barely cut onto his prostate. Then she roughly pull her hand out and spanked him again.

"Yes Mommy- Thank you Mommy," He moaned out, eyes closing and putting his hand back on her calf.

"Good boy," Y/N grinned, using her free hand to drag his head up. She turned his head so she was looking him in the eyes. "You're being so polite. You're Mommy's good boy, aren't you?"

She watched the way his eyes widen, and the he was nodding in her grasp. "Uh huh- Yes I am, Mommy."

She spanked him again, and watched his eyes widen a bit more before they closed and his head fell more into her hand, as if he didn't wsnt to bother keeping it up. "Thank you- Mommy."

She slid the fingers back in him roughly, watching the way his eyebrows tensed for a second, before he moaned while his face relaxed.

"You're such a whore," She whispered. "Such a dirty fucking whore. Just laying over my lap and barely reacting to me beating the shit out of your ass."

He moaned at her words, knowing it wouldn't help, but he couldn't help it. "I can't help it Mo- Ah-" He hissed at another spank, right after she ripped her fingers back out.

"Don't fucking talk back," She held his face harder, and watched his eyes go straight to her's.

That's one of the many things she always found so endearing about Denki. He always looked at her.

Dates, going out with friends, or just being alone, he always saw her, noticed if something was off, or if she wanted something.

But also when they had sex. He always, always had his eyes on her, never looking away. He looked everywhere, where they connected when she rode him, her tits when she took her shirt off, her ass before he took her pretty underwear off.

But something about him and just looking her in the eye while she was fucking him? It drove her crazy.

She stood, taking her hand to hold him, ensuring be wouldn't fall or something. "Lay on the bed, face down."

"Yes ma'am," Denki huffed, following her instructions.

He grabbed hold of a pillow and laid on it for both comfort, and just needing to hold something. He knew Y/N wasn't done, she was always careful about prepping him enough to fuck him.

He's sure she's had an incident in the past with someone else, because she genuinely had a fear over messing up his ass. He never asked, wasn't sure if he ever would.

Soon, she sat on her knees behind him, between his legs. "On your knees, keep your chest down, keep holding the pillow if you want to."

"Yes ma'am," He brought his ass up, and felt her freshly lubed fingers enter him again, just as roughly as before.

He groaned as they fucked in and out of him as a pretty quick speed, still rough. Then he whined as she spanked him, hard.

"Fuck," He whispered into the pillow, fighting to not squirm.

"God, you're beautiful," He barely heard Y/N whisper suddenly, and he felt his face burn. He didn't think he was supposed to hear it, if she even meant to say it out loud, but he appreciated it anyway.

But then a hand was coming down on his ass again, and it left him moaning at the how sudden it was. At this point, his ass was just sensitive. She could slap his ass with little force and it would make him jump.

He swore a bit louder when a third finger stretched him out. She went slow now, a hand massaging his ass as she focused on the fingers.

He buried his face in the pillow as she hit his prostate. The second he was okay with the stretch, she went back to being rough but was hitting his prostate so perfectly now.

He moaned into the pillow, until she grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. He moaned freely now, the pain of the hand in his hair helping the building coil in his stomach.

"Mommy," He moaned. "Can- May I come? Please Mommy?"

Y/N grinned. "I haven't even touched your cock, and you're going to come?"

Denki nodded quickly, the hand in his hair limited the movement. He yelped as he was spanked again, but then moaned. "Fuck- Yes, just for you Mommy. Please."

"No," Y/N snorted, in a degrading way. "Honestly babe, you should know the answer to that by now."

He should. But it was worth a shot.

She pulled his hair again, until he was on his hands, back arched. She leaned over and kissed his neck, and he breathed heavily as her fingers kept that even pace on his prostate.

"Oh fuck," He groaned, hands gripping the blanket under him.

"You're such a slut," Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Taking 3 of my fingers like it's nothing. You're gonna feel so good around my cock."

He started panting, body starting to get really hot. He whimpered as a fourth finger slid in with the rest, back to a slow and testing pace.

"Mommy," He whined out.

"What," She practically spat out, and it made a shiver run down his spine. She had yet to let go of his hair.

"I wanna- Please Mommy, can I come," He asked again, before groaning as the fingers hit his prostate once again. "Please! Mommy please- I'll be so good for you- I need to come-"

She let go of his hair and slapped him across the face. It wasn't hard enough to leave any type of mark but he did whine.

"God, you're a fucking whore," She laughed. "You know what? Yeah, come. Prove to me that you're a dirty, needy slut."

He felt his eyes roll back as he came, the feeling of it being truly amazing. But it was short-lived.

Now he couldn't stop his squirming as her fingers still attacked his prostate.

"Mommy," He felt tears come to his eyes. "Oh God- Mommy, it's too much-"

He was slapped across the face again, and this time she ripped her fingers out of him and grabbed his face, pulling it back to hers, roughly. He whimpered and she grinned.

"Did you or did you not beg to come," She asked and he nodded.

"Yes Mommy," He responded, breathless.

"What makes you think you can complain about it being too much now, huh," She asked, tone angry in his ear.

"I'm sorry Mommy," He breathed out. "Won't do it again, I promise," He looked to her, eyes definitely full of tears.

"There's my good boy," Y/N grinned again, kissing him roughly. He kissed back with a groan.

She flipped him and laid him on his back now. He knew what would happen next. He's gonna be fucked. But like always, Y/N kissed him first.

Okay, sex was great, OBVIOUSLY! But something about just kissing while being naked, and holding each other. It turned him on so much, while also making him blush uncontrollably.

So he took the moment of pure affection, and kissed Y/N as long as she let him. Which was only about a minute before she was pulling away, and getting up.

He watched carefully as she took her sweatpants off, grabbed her strap, and adjusted it on her hips. He held back his snort as she swore at it when it wasn't working right.

But she got it worked out and came walking over, sitting between his legs and grabbing the lube. He gulped as she lubed up the dildo.

It wasn't huge, but most definitely not small. 8 inches, and on the thinner side. And holy shit, she knew how to use it on him.

She leaned over him and kissed him again. "Doing okay," She whispered, eyeing him carefully.

"Yeah, I'm good," He nodded, giving her a small smile.

She nodded back, returning the small smile and kissing his cheek and sitting up. She grabbed one of his legs and put it over her shoulder, giving her a lot of room to work with.

He groaned quietly as she slid inside of him, slow and careful, one hand on his leg and the other on his hip.

He bit his lip as it went further and deeper in him, and he could only groan as it finally stopped. He huffed out a deep breath, hands grabbing at the sheets.

Denki felt the rough fabric of Y/N's shirt against the back of his leg, the way her hand massaged his thigh, the other one moving off his hip to the bed next to him. He heard the way his own breathing staggered, maybe even the way his heart raced.

Y/N moved closer, and he groaned as their hips were pressed together, the strap sliding deeper in him. Y/N ran a hand through his hair and kissed his jaw.

Denki knew she was waiting for him to give her the go, and once the pain was gone, he nodded to her.

"Use your words," Y/N asked, surprisingly kindly.

Denki took a deep breath. "I'm ready, Mommy."

"Ready for what," She asked, tilting her head in the slightest.

"Please fuck me," Denki begged, a hand grabbing the back of her shirt. "Please Mommy?"

Y/N grinned and kissed his neck. "I love it when you're a good boy for me."

"So always," Denki let out a breathless chuckle.

Y/N kissed his cheek. "Yes, always. It's just for me too, isn't it?"

Y/N pulled her hips back, then pauhed back in slowly. Denki groaned, moving his hand to her shoulder. "Just for you, Mommy."

Y/N started a slow pace, still holding his thigh, keeping him from moving. He groaned, relaxing back in the bed. He kept his hands on Y/N's back, holding her shirt, nails digging into her skin, any touch he could get.

"Mommy," He groaned. "Can- Can you go harder- Please? Please Mommy," He begged, starting to squirm. "It's not enough- Please."

Y/N stopped her hips, pulling out and kissing him. Denki brought a hand to the back of her head as he kissed back.

Y/N sat up, letting . "Get on your stomach."

Denki laid on his stomach, spreading his legs just enough for her to get comfortable between them. Y/N didn't wait, fucking into him faster than before.

Her hands grabbed his hips, holding him down as she slammed into him. He could only moan, holding the pillow under him.

"Yes- Yes! Thank you Mommy! Fuck," He moaned eyes rolling back.

"Such a good slut," Y/N laughed. "You take it so perfectly, baby. And you sound so damn pretty."

Denki whined, fighting from moving his hips against her's. "Thank you, thank you!"

Y/N kept her pace even, keeping him held down into the bed by his hips. She was careful to not make any marks on him, no bruises or scratches.

Denki felt his dick grind between his stomach and the sheets under him, rough along with her thrusts. He knew he was getting closer with each one of her thrusts.

"Mommy- I'm close, I'm so close," He moaned.

Y/N laughed. "Honestly, might me a new record. It's been what, 5 minutes? Maybe 7?"

Denki nodded quickly. "Please? Please Mommy- I'm sorry Mommy, please."

Y/N hummed. "And what are you sorry for?"

Denki moaned, moving both of his hands to grab the mattress. "Sorry- For not being enough-," He spit out without really thinking.

"Don't fucking say that," Y/N wasn't laughing anymore, and maybe Denki was just imagining it, but her thrusts felt harsher, deeper. "God, you're doing ao fucking good, you're so pretty under me like this."

Denki whimpered, small shocks sent up his arms. "I'm- Y/N-"

"Say it," Y/N demanded. "Tell me how fucking amazing you are."

"I'm amazing," Denki cried out. "I'm- I make you feel so good sometimes," He fought off his orgasm, eyes borderline rolling back. "It's so- So good, Y/N- I'm doing good, for you."

"Yes you are," Y/N assured him. "Come for me."

Denki let himself come, sobbing out a moan, grabbing the pillow under him even rougher. "Y/N," He whimpered.

Y/N pulled out of him slowly when he collapsed into the bed, and took the strap off. She straddled his back and kissed his neck. "You are just the best."

Denki let out a tired chuckle. "Fuck yeah I am."

Y/N yelped as Denki turned, almost throwing her off. He turned and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too," She smiled and kissed him back. "How you feeling?"

"Like I got my ass pounded," Denki smiled back and kissed her cheek. "Listen, I love you and I love getting you off but I don't know how much work I can do right now."

Y/N snorted. "I figured. You're so sensitive sometimes," She flicked his nipple, grinning as he swatted her hand away.

Denki kissed her. "Lemme in your legs babe."

"And they say romance is dead," Y/N laughed and took her underwear off.

"I am very romantic," Denki got back on his stomach, in front of her as she opened her legs. "And you love my romance."

"I do," Y/N put a hand into his hair. "So you know how I went like, pretty rough on you?"

Denki kissed her thighs. "Very aware, my ass still feels it."

"I beg for your mercy," Y/N chuckle as he bit the inside of her thigh.

He looked her in the eye as he brought his teeth closer to her clit.

"Denki," Y/N yelled, using her foot to push his foot away as he cackled.

"What?! I would never," He grabbed her ankle and started to kiss up her leg. "Never have to beg me anyway, I'm too obedient."

Y/N yelped as he blew a raspberry on the inside of her thigh. "No teeth."

"When have I ever used teeth," Denki asked genuinely.

"That one Halloween, you put those fake fangs on?"

"...that was an accident-"

"You put fangs in my vagina!"

"I said I was sorry," He laughed and kissed her stomach. "You loved those fangs."

"Not poking holes in my vagina."

Denki shoved a pillow in her face. "Shut up and lemme woo you."

"I'm woo'ed babe," Y/N chuckled, putting her hand back in his hair.

Denki finally leaned in and used his tongue to slide in between her lips, before parting them with his fingers and going for her clit. As promised, he was gentle and didn't bite.

Y/N sighed, letting her head fall back into the bed. "Fuck I love you."

Denki hummed, looking up at her as he sucked her clit gently. He pulled away moments later to slide two fingers in her, slowly. "Good?"

"Very good," Y/N hummed, dropping a leg on his back, and he chuckled. "Mouth please."

"Still so demanding."

"I said please?"

Denki hummed and went back to sucking her clit gently, fingers thrusting in and out of her. He didn't push them in too deep, it wasn't needed as long as he kept a decent pace, and gave her at least some clit stimulation, not too rougly though.

...he did this a lot, okay? He knew what she liked, she made him aware of it the first time they had sex, and then made him practice until he had it down before he was even allowed to fuck her properly.

Point is, he got her moaning pretty quickly. Not loud, she wasn't a loud person unless she was truly overstimulated. Really, she never faked a moan so just hearing it was a huge praise towards him and his ability.

Then Y/N wrapped her legs around his head, just enough to hold him in place. He could escape if he really wanted to, but of course he didn't want to!

So he kept his gentle, quick pace with his fingers, while switching between licking and sucking her clit. The hand in his hair tightened.

"Oh my god," She chuckled breathlessly. "The only thing better than this is when you let me ride your face."

Denki pulled his mouth away from her clit. "I always end up shocking you!"

Y/N laughed now, and Denki almost cackled at how she tightened around his fingers. "It doesn't actually hurt!"

"Its for holidays only!"

"And birthdays, I know," She rolled her eyes and waved him off. "Put your mouth back right now."

"Fine," He dipped his head back down, going straight back to her clit.

She moaned softly, hand moving to his, where it held her thigh. They interlocked fingers, and he pulled away just to sigh, then leaned back in to get back to it.

It wasn't long before she was getting rougher with him, pulling his hair, her thighs holding him in place more, and her moans got more insistent.

"Denki," She moaned, and he felt the heel of her foot dig into his back as she tried to press his face closer. Yeah, he was definitely hard again.

He didn't pull away, didn't speed up, just kept his pace the best he could with how she was moving him. He groaned as she pulled at his hair, and that must've been perfect because she came right after.

He still didn't slow his pace, until she was whining and letting go of him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath.

Y/N looked down at him. "How did you get that thing back up?"

Denki looked down at his dick and back to her. "It has a mind of it's own."

She flipped them and moved to straddle him. "You are a god with your mouth."

"And fingers," He added, with a smile. "Do I get a reward?"

Y/N chuckled and carefully sat back on his dick. "This is your reward. Maybe we can get cake later."

"Fuck yeah," He held her waist.

"To me or the cake?"

"Both," He slowly sat up, pushing his soreness away, to wrap his arms around her back. "But mostly you."

"Better be," She kissed him, finally sat fully down on him.

He kissed back, pressing them together. "You still owe me that ass massage."

"I would never deny you an ass massage," She kissed his cheek. "I'll give you the best ass massage known to mankind."

He grinned and she moved down to his neck. "And cake?"

"Only if its chocolate," She put her arms on his shoulders as she grinded against him. "Love me some chocolate."

He groaned at the grind. "Not even vanilla frosting?"

Y/N huffed. "Maybe, we can talk about it," She pulled away to take her shirt off.

Denki's hands followed the exposed skin as she showed it, and leaned in to kiss her chest. "I'll take your tits over any cake anyday."

Y/N snorted at that, bringing her hips up, then back down slowly, putting her arms back on his shoulders. Denki looked back up at her with a groan at the movement, kissing her jaw.

"You feel so good," He mumbled, burying his face in her neck. "I fit so perfectly in you, Y/N. It's so perfect."

Y/N moaned, bringing a hand up to his hair. "I know," She breathed out. "Always slide into me so easily, its like you were made to be there."

Y/N started to ride him properly, bouncing slowly and not hard, and holy shit, they could feel each other so perfectly. Y/N could feel every inch going in and out of her, and Denki could feel the way Y/N sucked him in, before she pulled off and the feeling repeated all over again.

They moaned together, keeping their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Denki didn't move, letting Y/N set the pace she wanted. Not that he wanted to, she was doing so perfectly.

"Oh fuck Y/N," He gripped her waist as he moaned, then kissed her. She kissed back, both of their moans muffling.

He brought a hand down to her clit, using his thumb to circle it. He felt Y/N's hips stutter and she held him tighter.

"I love you," She moaned out, and he could feel her nails dig into his back. "You have no idea how much."

"I love you too," He kissed her neck. "So fucking much."

She moaned, leaning into him more. He held her weight easily as she started grinding against him.

He felt himself getting close, and he moaned against her neck. "Are you close?"

She nodded. "Uh huh," She huffed. "Come in me."

"You sure," He asked, looking at her and she nodded.

"I'm sure."

He groaned and held her tightly. "Gonna come with you."

"Good," Y/N used a hand to drag her nails down his back and he groaned heavily.

It was just moments before Y/N was coming, and Denki allowed himself to follow right after.

Y/N collapsed into him with a laugh. "Best dick ever."

Denki cackled. "Fuck yeah it is. Didn't do much though," Denki watched as Y/N sat back, hands on his knees as he pulled out.

He watched the come fall out of her. "Thinking of baby names."

"That one isn't even funny," Y/N pointed a stern finger in his face.

He leaned forward and bit her finger, before she pulled it away. "You told me too!"

"I did," She nodded. "You know your job after your ass is better?"

"Go to the store to pick up a cake, plan b, and maybe some pizza?"

"Bingo."

#mha smut #x reader #x y/n #dom y/n #dom reader #denki kaminari smut #denki smut #kaminari smut #y/n x kaminari smut #dom y/n x denki

[cyber-corp]

2023: The year of all time

This felt like the first year post-COVID where things really kicked into high gear for me personally. My new year's resolution was that I would go out and have fun for once.

And had fun I did.

I did some voicework reading for a story podcast, I went to a bunch of amazing concerts (nothing beats seeing Weird Al for my birthday!), and I sorted out a bunch of RL stuff and put a neat little bow on it. Thank goodness.

But fuck all that sappy shit: Here's a small collection of things I really enjoyed this year!

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: An excellent sequel to a seemingly unfollow-uppable first film. Takes everything from ITSV, and amps it up to twenty with a stunning visual style, a sonically fitting soundtrack, and a meta-commentary on the nature of Spider-Man's character and whether they really deserve all the tragedy thrown at them.

Aunty Donna's Coffee Cafe: The guys who made Pud did another show, this time with funding from the Australian Government! While stripped back in its setting, they continue to provide the same stupid bullshit that put me into laughing fits as they did with their Netflix show. Haven't they done well.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: I think when people heard about "An animated Scott Pilgrim show with the live-action cast and Edgar Wright producing", they did not expect "A proper dissection of Ramona Flowers' character and her motivations, as well as her own journey of forgiving the Evil Exes. Also lots of yaoi." Scott Pilgrim continues to dominate as the premier "guy learns not to be a shithead" franchise.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Live in Accor Stadium: The Peppers prove their pertained power as performers by playing the purest psalms in their prospectus from the past 35 years (eugh, what a mouthful). Flea came out, did a 30-second handstand, waved and said hello to the moon and then got up some people littering in the crowd. Their life is more than just a read-through.

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You: I had absolutely no clue who Caroline was before I listened to this album. I now realise that she might just be the person that pop needs right now. A soaring collection of songs destined to become classics down the line, like a greatest hits compilation that doesn't exist. We're all on Caroline's island, and we ain't leaving.

Bomb Rush Cyberfunk: I kept my eye on this game as it was developing, and it was absolutely worth it to see it come through in the end. Satisfying gameplay that requires you to learn how to combo to progress, an addicting artstyle inspired by Y2K, and the soundtrack. Holy fuck the soundtrack. I just can't get enuf.

Weird Al Yankovic - TUROTRSIIIVT: Man, what a title. Emu Phillips come out swinging with jokes I did not expect, and then Weird Al comes out aggressively swinging, with all the songs you don't know him for. He then did a polka melody of his parodies, did a ritual halfway through, and then ended the concert on a high note. Only the best from Strange Alfred.

Doctor Who 2023 Specials: That bastard David Tennant returning led me down the rabbit hole known as watching Doctor Who, and did it ever pay off more than these specials. A trans woman saves the day and the Doctor realises he's bi, black, and needs therapy. A magnificent close on a chapter of one of the greatest sci-fis ever, and a bright step into the future.

The Hyperfixation of the Year award goes to none other than

Homestuck, everyone's favourite webcomic! Everyone's.

And I think that's partly because I joined this website to begin with. I probably say this all the time, but leaving Reddit was probably the best decision I could have made at that time. As much as I reminisce, the communities I was in began to get a little stale. Same jokes, same shitposts, a different day. Tumblr in some strange way, is not that. It feels less like a big communal website and more like a collection of small towns spread across a large spot of land. Calm and village-like, you know?

So to all my mutuals, my followers, to the people that liked and reboggled my stinky posts, to all that offered mealworms and crickets in my askbox, thank you. "Gecko Boy" might just be a silly lil joke in the grand scheme of things, but it's a fun joke to play into.

Whatever comes next year, I know I've got the energy to keep going. Have a good 2024 everybody. <3

#WHOOF this is long #across the spiderverse #aunty donna #scott pilgrim takes off #red hot chili peppers #caroline polachek #weird al yankovic #bomb rush cyberfunk #doctor who #homestuck #year in review #2023 #i AM a lil gecko boy. and nothing can change that fact #reddit #tumblr #gecko boy #long post

[klausysworld]

hello !! i was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers angst with a happy ending fic with klaus and gender neutral reader??

Always and Forever.

Being Klaus Mikaelson’s best friend has its issues lets say. You know with the permanent target on my back and his siblings always needing me to sort him out. It gets a little ridiculous. But i kinda signed up for it so eh what you gonna do?

Im a werewolf, Klaus and i met through Hayley when she wanted me to help look after Hope. Once Hope was born the Mikaelsons began taking out their enemies one by one so that when Hope grows up she can be safe. I’m an emotional support animal for them most of the time and i got used to that role. They all tell interesting stories anyway as they’re like a million. Klaus has just always been my favourite though, like have you seen him?? yea he’s fucking hot. Accent? to die for. He paints his feelings and is a great dad, if i didn’t know he was a psychotic serial killing original hybrid id be screaming husband material…sooo

So i have like a teensy crush on him. It’s not like im gonna get with him though, its just a you’re cute and i see you all the time and you make me blush and make me feel butterflies in my stomach and i think about you all the time kind of thing you know?

doesn’t matter. Anyway… right now im sat with hope in the play room. We’re both sat on a big beanbag reading kids books, she’s learning how to read and spell so it’s fairly amusing listening to her pronounce it.

Halfway through the book there was a loud slamming and a mix of all the siblings yelling, Klaus’s being the most heard as usual

“hope honey? you keep reading okay? im gonna be right back yea?” i told her and hiss her temple

“bye bye y/n, don’t get mad at dada he gets sad when your mad” i smiled at her and waved as i closed the door so she couldn’t hear the argument

i made my way down the stairs and to the main room where Klaus was pointing a dagger at Rebekah while Elijah was cautiously making his way closer to Niklaus

“ah shit” i whispered but they all heard me and heads turned to me. Klaus visibly gulped and hesitated when on his grip of the dagger, he didn’t like me to see his violent side knowing that i was someone who actually liked him it scared him that i would leave too

“love, you need to go back with Hope for a bit please.” i kept my eyes trained on his as i neared the situation, Elijah took a step towards Rebekah so they could make a run for it when Nik was in a less aggressive position

“can we talk about what you want to do before you do it? Hopes waiting for you, she wants to read you a story, she’s getting really good at her big words now” i could see his face softening, he glanced at the floor for a second before nodded stiffly, i put my hand out and he dropped the dagger into it, the other siblings sped out of the room immediately.

i took his hand and lead him up the stairs i stopped outside the play room and looked at him for a moment

“you can’t go in mad you know that…” he kept his eyes down as he nodded, it was then that he sniffed and i noticed the tears in his eyes

“hey, it’s okay, come on, come here” i brought to his room instead and sat him down on his bed, i put the dagger somewhere on his shelf and moved to lay down on his bed, i tugged his arm making him lay with his head on my shoulder and his arm across my body while he curled into my side. i pet his hair and rubbed his back

“don’t be sad honey, you’re too pretty to pout” i felt his tears hit my skin and held him tighter

“i can’t keep either of you safe, not…you and not Hope, i c..i can’t” i kissed his head softly and squeezed his arm

“you are doing such a great job nik, Hope and i both know how hard you’re working, everyone is gonna keep her safe, you are doing so well, i promise you that” he made a little noise, somewhat like a whimper that i don’t think he meant to let out

“but you’re not safe, you’re never safe anymore. It’s because of me and we both know that” i shook my head and sat us both up, i cupped his face between my hands and stroked his stubble

“im here by my choice, i want to be here. You don’t need to worry about me okay?” tears seemed to never stop falling from his pastel blue eyes

“i can’t lose you” he whispered making my heart break, i brought his face closer to mine and kissed his forehead

“you won’t, im staying”

“you promise?”

“you want me to give you my word all Elijah style?”

he laughed at that and nodded resting his head against mine

“i, as an honorary Mikaelson, give you, Niklaus Mikaelson, my very special, ultra powerful word that i will never, ever leave you. I love you.” he was smiling wide and laughing

“mmm that was very ultra specially powerful i must say, and i love you too” i laughed with him and wrapped my armed around his neck

“mm yes Mr Mikaelson only the uttermost best for you, my lord” i spoke in a mocking accent and threw my head back dramatically

“you are amazing you know that?” he spoke in a hushed tone and i nodded with a warm smile

“I love you.” his face was serious as he said it making me giggle

“uhuh i love you too we say it all the time” he shook his head and pulled me closer

“you don’t understand, i love you, not like you’re my friend and i love you like, i want to be with you and marry you love you!” he didn’t give me a chance to respond before his lips were on mine, i kissed back as fast as possible as we melted against each other

“i love love you too Nik, remember if you marry me its gotta be always and forever though and i expect a ring” he chuckled to that and nodded hastily

“ the best ring, the best dress, the best everything for you my love, always and forever”

i was smiling ear to ear as i nodded

“We need to go see Hope”

“I think she’s listening at the door..”

little giggles sounded through the room as she launched herself at us both

“i wanna be a flower girl!!”

we all stayed up late reading stories with hope and looking at engagement rings, supernatural war or not, we would stay together. Always and forever.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus m #klaus mikaelson x y/n #niklaus imagines #niklaus mikaelson #klaus michaelson #klaus mikaelson yandere #klaus mikaelson headcanon #klaus mikaelson smut #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson x yn #klaus mikaelson x oc #tvd smut #tvd universe #tvd klaus #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #freya mikaelson #davina claire #hope mikaelson #hayley marshall #the legacies

[unsleepingtales]

When I saw that this episode has the biggest lore dump in d20 history I literally did Kermit the frog’s yaaaaaaaaay

Anyway. Episode 17 fhjy reactions!! This could be a short one bc I’m exhausted or it could be a long one because the episode is three hours long and has a lot of lore. The only way to learn is by playing and the only way to begin is by beginning so without further ado!

I having a great night I just got home from a concert and my food gets here in five minutes and I get to watch this!

It’s a sunglasses episode I see

Mazeyyyyy

I feel like having a polling booth at the party is somewhere along the line of voter intimidation or coercion or bribery or something but maybe I just take student gov too seriously

Awwww Adaine

Ooh yay my food is here

Bloke mode Kristen <3

Sklondaaaaa

Porter really wants a good eval lmao

Zac Oyama is so smart

Hi Sprak!

EMILY

EMILY AXFORD THE WOMAN YOU ARE

God I love that song concept so much

🚨ANKARNA ART ANKARNA ART🚨

She misses her wiiiiife

I neeeeed to know what Fig’s paladin oath is

We need high concept albums back

Fig once again psychologically tormenting another person

Kipperlilly’s house maybe?

BRITISH KRISTEN ART?????

Oh my god that’s horrifying. Not K2 😭

Ally and Lou!!

(bad English accent)

Rain on the dome!!! That’s so pretty

MM WHATCHA SAYYYYY

OHHHH Siobhan you are so smart

Love that Eugenia Shadow is a tattoo artist

Fabian is thinking So hard about how he’s gonna die before his mom and potential siblings

They’re so teenaged

Her CRISPS?

Yeah past a certain level of stress it really is hard to calm back down

Host a pool party

Awwwww

Oooooooop

Kristen. KRISTEN.

Oh god

Murph is so stressed

Yayyyy Bucky interaction time <3

Oh Brennan is so good at character physicality bc I can SEE Bucky getting angry

Bucky become a paladin of Cassandra pleaseeeee

Sweet boy

Yayyyyyy

Awww ayda

Augh things are Happening

Frosty fair?!

I love that everyone immediately knew what was happening when Lou started pretending to play pan pipes

And THAT’S why it’s a joke

AYDAAAAAA

We have been on our way to save us since before the lights of our world were first lit ❤️❤️

Emily staring STRAIGHT into the camera after the hot tub line

Sandra Lynn Faeth the woman that you are…

This is the kid who puked in a backpack on the first day

She does WHAT

Awww puppy hangman

(Brit-ish) 💀💀

Oi!

Litchrally

Oh fun!

So Fig’s oath almost definitely has something to do with Ankarna

Is it possible that Fig is the champion of Ankarna that Cassandra was talking about?

God we’re only halfway through the episode

The house of sunstone! Neat!

Oh goddddd

🚨EDGAR MENTION🚨

Yesssss nat20 investigation + legend lore <3

Honor the cock!

Oh shit

That’s so cute

Frostblade!!

Was it Sol????

Yeahhhh okay

Oh that dome projection is very startling

FUCK!!

CLIFFBREAKER MOTHERFUCKER

Weren’t they implied to be fucking

Jesus

Oh my god

I love paladin mechanics so fucking much

Oh she’s so beautiful

LOOK AT THEMMMMM oh god they’re so lovely

Ohhhh she could never let them harm her sister or her wife

A GOD WAS BORN IN THE GYM AND GRADUATION’S GONNA BE IN THE GYM

Ok good thank you

Yeah ok please enquire about why the polling place has to be at Fabian’s

Ally. Allyyyyy.

They’re such a good team guys. They’re great at what they do.

“A really dark time in my life” <- two weeks ago

Oh she’s so good

FUCK

Moon Murph!!

Ooh child! Things are a gonna get easier!

Arcane Tricksters are the best man. I love arcane tricksters in actual play I love playing arcane tricksters myself

I wanna be so authentically myself that it’s disruptive <3

OOH BABYYYYY

You know they’re eating baklava in church!

Loreeeee

Yeesh

Oh god what kind of speech does K2 give

FUCK

The booth is outside the boat

Ohhh that’s why they had the rain animation

OH MY GOD THAT IS A DIRECT TWISTING OF ADAINE’S LINE FROM SEASON ONE

“Well she can’t have been a very good oracle if she didn’t see the storm coming”

Oh my god this is insane

Ok. FUN.

#fantasy high junior year #verbal component #reactions

[missingrache]

10 fandoms 10 blorbos, very belatedly responding to a tag from lovely @windsweptinred:

1. Bioshock: Mark Meltzer

This man is the subject of my very first post on tumblr, he must be included here, I adore this sad fuck.

2. Homestuck: Diamonds Droog

A toss up between him and Slick. I was and am a Homestuck Intermission girlie and this must be acknowledged.

3. Dragon Age: Justice

I have many many Dragon Age faves and DAO and also Awakening is so so important to me, but Jorstin here is the fellow I have the most distinct and personal opinions about and is, aside from OCs like my Brosca Warden, Avi, the only one I have a strong rp/fic voice for. He’s such a weird and cool dude!

4. DC Comics/Animated Universe: Martian Manhunter/ J’onn J’onzz

My BOY. I love him most in the VERY specific comic pictured above (1988 miniseries that establishes the Martian gods as being flaming horrorterrors, as we see in Sandman w/L’zoril Dream, it’s GOOD SHIT)—but also in general. Criminally under rated and under represented. A sad fuck, a shape shifting horror, a stranger in a strange land, a bereaved parent, Doing His Goddamn Best. AND sometimes a noir detective send up.

Anyway, speaking of comics.

5. Sandman: Dream of the Endless

I am thrilled to be here in the year of our lord 2024 enthusing about and making friends over this scrunkly wet cat that I first encountered and dearly loved in high school. (I am more than halfway through my 30’s now, so it has been A WHILE). I’m counting Sandman and DC as separate affairs, sorry not sorry.

6. Our Flag Means Death: Izzy Hands

Loved him even before S2, fascinated, I want to put him in a jar and shake him but also keep him safe forever. I am a little soured on the show after s2, but I have dressed up as Izzy and would gladly do so again so he belongs here.

7. Supergiant Hades: Achilles

This SPECIFIC version of Achilles, who has died and continued growing through his pain and regrets and who is a surrogate parent to my BOI Zagreus, is. Fascinating. To me. I was so angry at first to find myself liking him as much as I did! It’s masterful how much characterization Supergiant implies with relatively little. He’s coming after Izzy on the list bc I came to them both in similar ways, looking at myself falling in love and going oh my god HIM? Seriously? And being like yup that war criminal there is my son now!!! (And now of course I’m fond of him all across the mythological/classical board, oh my god Hadesgame what have you done.)

8. Star Wars: Alexsandr Kallus

The only space nazi redemption arc I will accept. (Although I am watching Andor with friends right now and three double agent gingers across the begins to suggest a pattern which is very entertaining to me.)

Anyway A+ arc, love this bastard man, love his giant cat husband, single-handedly keeping me invested in Star Wars, hope his gay happy ending never gets messed with.

9. Les Miserables: Inspector Javert

Another character that I went oh my god REALLY??? That Guy??? About. But he’s so /funny/ in the Brick and Stars is lovely enough that I learned how to play barre chords on my guitar Just For That and look. Look. He is a bastard but he is MY bastard and I will read every redeemed!Javert fic that crosses my path forever the end. (Also a side note: Kallus was originally sold to me by @lokivangelist as “space Javert”)

10. The Witcher: Dandelion/Jaskier (all versions, but repping Hexer below because that’s my favorite!!!)

Throwing a curveball for the last slot! I’ve got a sad dad/monochrome aesthetic/loyal right hand/shapeshifting nonhuman/rigid worldview kinda pattern happening above, and my boi here slip slides away from almost all of those. Except for the loyalty. This man is an absolute ride or die for Geralt and I love that about him. He is also an obnoxious fuckboi but I love that too, especially in a story as heavy as the Witcher frequently can be. (My runner up for this fandom was gonna be book!Lambert, who is similarly narratively savvy and good at puncturing the heaviness of a scene without being straight up comic relief.)

There they are! Ten blorbos, I climbed that whole mountain and now I’m heading to bed. (Will tag folks tomorrow perhaps? But also feel free to invite yourself in and do this and say I tagged you if you like, because I am curious what my mutuals and etc . might choose!)

#ask memes #ten fandoms ten blorbos #about the tumblrista

[spiritcc]

top 5 anime and why unironically

i havent even seen 5 animes in my whole live i think, so here it's truly whatever was on my plate at some point-kinda presentation. will probably say a lot about the Era i was in back in the day, strap in, whippersnappers.

bleach. maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. it's like, you know how spn fans know very well the show stopped being good about 3 seasons in but kept watching till the end? bleach is the spn of the anime world. yet i must emphasise that there is a galaxy-sized distance between the importance of bleach in my life vs every other anime on this list. if you're trying to get into it post-factum, it won't work, you know in advance it's a waste of time, it's only when you were there personally to witness its 2.5 WE'RE SO BACK over the other fifty IT'S SO OVER's, its biggest rise in popularity, its peak of fame, its slow loss of fandom, its return, its undignified death. it's only when you were there personally to see all of that and stay because there's no going back already, must just as well sink with the ship. what WAS so good about it anyway? those 2.5 arcs, yea, then you eventually switch to the manga and see that Kubo had the best style out of everyone ever and his backgrounds were popping too, PLUS he's the only one obsessed with fashion so the characters never wore one thing for generations. even when there are uniforms, they are customised to each character and change every time-skip. i took it for granted all these years, big mistake. basically Kubo never really wanted to develop a story, he just wanted to have bleach forever and that was taken away from him, thus its disgraceful fall, but the fall happened primarily because he just didnt want to let go in the first place and any chance he gets at some anniversary stuff, he immediately tries shoving some cliffhangers in as a chance to bring it back. well. the fans are here. we'd be there.

soul eater, which honestly i only watched bc it was initially very funny. kinda cool but primarily just very funny, which it stopped being about halfway through, and that's when i bailed. it also still has the best opening of all anime to this day. also what was funny is how anime ended years before the manga did and mangaka was sooo angy about how they fucked up the ending but then the manga ending came out and it was just the same shit minus some details, from what i've seen. i also have a keychain with several characters that i got in like 2009, it then lay dormant in some sarcophagus for most of the years until 2023 and emerged in perfect condition. no idea what kind of enamel this is but it's like it's brand new, and it's defs the more cool merch to show around than whatever i had of bleach.

kaiketsu zorro, aka yes, the zorro anime. so far i've seen less than 10 episodes but to me it's just the best zorro adaptation that ever existed. they grind diego's reputation into MOLECULES there's NOTHING left of his dignity it's honestly so incredible, plus we're shaping up a good dozen of characters that have overly dramatic fics about them so i'm already anticipating so many otps to root for. i just expect total mayhem and boy am i looking forward to it.

trinity blood. maaaan it's basically like... you learn that the anime exists, you remember that its whole fame is 90% cosplay community, you look into the origins of the cosplay designs, which leads to discovering the light novels, then the manga, and only then you watch the anime in hysterics of what it fucking did to the source material. but it all started because of the anime and we have to alas somewhat respect that. trinity blood is one of those things you get into as an acknowledged doomsday, since you will never see it end, the death of the author will always be on your mind because the event haunts all those narratives at every angle, and his final notes don't actually resolve anything. post-armageddon priests vs vampires vs biblical elements vs science is just the most teenage boy premise, but it Was cool... the light novels were two, ROM and RAM i forget which was which, one was 4 years prior, the second was 4 years after, so two narratives that i think by the end were meant to lock in one place, one day two chapters would come out where the flash forward ends the whole series in a grand armageddon i bet, while the flashback chapter ends the prelude that started the flash forward in the first place. you see characters in flashbacks become bitter people in flashforwards, characters that have great presence in the past being completely absent in the present, which immediately starts Thoughts, the concept of everything was neat. never meant to be, now good luck trying to find both novels past volume 4, the manga doesnt adapt the flashback novels, the fandom is dead, the anime isn't of any help. doomsday place, doomsday fandom.

eh fuck it, shaman king. the russian version of the intro was one of the best sounding ones and thats as far as i can describe it because i wouldn't be able to recite the plot even if i tried. like pokemon for ghost people, truly. it felt like it had 1000 episodes.

#keep em top 5 coming #TB is no joke i only got post vol4 information from Dealers and even then it was just quick recaps #of chapters that do very much exist and been existing for 20 years #now nobody finds out that francesco has a half-brother who is on catherine's side and lusts after her #AX vs inquisition was pretty nice as is but spicing it up with the imagery of francesco vomiting himself to sleep #over his brother wanting to fuck his sister is just something no one gets to experience now

[maddiem4-writes]

Reposado - Chapter 8

She didn’t look 39. She looked sick, maybe dead already, but not 39. I stood there, stuck in numb unreality. After a few minutes I walked out of the room.

I really didn’t know what was going on. Space aliens, ancient curse, pranked by god. In that moment, I wasn’t an adult who could handle this shit. I was a kid, with kid tools, suddenly being expected to use those tools to shoulder an adult responsibility, with really fuck-all clue how to do it, or if it was even possible. Just a giant, horrific, ambiguous problem dropped in my lap with the words “better grow up fast, kid.”

I didn’t even notice the little shadow in the hallway, at first, or how it got there.

I was slumped against the nurse’s station door on the outside, just sitting in the hallway with a brain full of pudding, when I suddenly realized there was a black cat sitting straight in front of me. Its tail twitched in agitation. It didn’t groom itself, it just… stared. It was beautiful and sleek, and its eyes stood out in yellow against the black gloss. It had no collar, yet it was hard to imagine a creature like this being a feral animal.

I gave it a grim smile. “Hey kitty. What’re you doing at school, huh? I’d pet you but you’re all the way over there. Why don’t you come over here, I don’t bite.”

The cat merely tilted its head a little to the side, and started slowly licking its paw. It never took its eyes off me though, which is unusual for a cat grooming itself.

“I’d come over to you, but… I’m feeling very tired and sad right now, kitty. I think I’m about to screw something up, because I don’t know how to do it. So I’m scared to try, I have no plan, and I don’t know what happens next after I fuck up. I don’t know what to do.”

The cat looked me up and down, set down its paw, and sighed. “Well of course you don’t. You’re just a kitten.” Whatever was left of my brain snapped in half, but the cat continued. “...When I was a kitten, and this was very long ago, I got to frolic, and play, and grab people by the arm and tear ‘em up by kicking my back legs. Yes, I was learning in bits and pieces how to be a cat, but nobody needed me for anything life or death. And I miss it, but I get to miss it because I got to have it. So you’re right. You’re too young for this. You’re not a cat yet.”

“I… don’t think I’ll ever be a cat. I mean, I’m a human, so I’ll be an adult… human.”

The cat rolled her eyes. “Monkey words, pfft. Cat, kitten, you know what I mean. Do you really think you’ll never be a cat?” Her tail whipped and whipped lazily.

I blinked, starting to follow her reasoning. “I guess anything is possible. But it’s hard to imagine a future at all. Everything I know is ending soon. Maybe it’s ending now. And I don’t know what’s next. But even if I get all the future I could ask for… I don’t know if I’ll ever be a cat.”

She looked down. “I was a mother, once. And I don’t think I ever could have been ready for that, except by doing it first, and feeling ready halfway through.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I think I was a good mother. Once I figured it out. But my children are all long dead now, and I’m still here. It’s just me and my heartbound now.”

There was a long silence. “How… old are you? If you know.”

“Many summers. Maybe a hundred. Maybe a thousand. Enough to lose track long before they paved the roads and dimmed the sky.” She looked up at me, and it’s hard for me to put into words the look on her face. Frustrated sorrow. Determination. Weariness. Anger. She was every star of Felis at the same time. “I will not lose another heartbound, and I will not lose another kitten. Do you understand me, little bluebelly?”

“I… think so. Wait, did you call me? Nevermind. What do we do?”

The cat stood and straightened up. “We help Cassiopeia the way we do best. Breaking into things with magic and raising absolute hell. Come on, bluebelly. We’re gonna need your meaty monkey hands for this one."

#reposado #writing #maddiem4 #novel

[unfortunatelycake]

For the ask list!

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Thanks for the ask, fren!

I’d ramble something about one of MXTX’s works but honestly even the bits where my blorbos get killed off or otherwise don’t get the plot/screentime/development I’d like to see, those novels are perfection so instead.

Instead, I’mma get real salty about Kado: The Right Answer

Because no, I’m still not done being salty over that goddamn ending.

SO

Instead of Yaha-kui zaShunina doing a maniacal 180 on his learning about humanity and deciding to just yeet Shindou & all of humanity into the anisotropic against their will, leading to Shindou to team up with Saraka and screw over that sweet boy Hanamori to create a deus ex machina child in a magical time pocket so she can come along and defeat zaShunina... 

[breathes deeply because holy shit]

Instead of that bullshit 

Saraka would not be the painfully forced love interest, Yukika the deus ex machina child would not exist, Hanamori would get to live his life...

And Yaha-kui zaShunina would continue to learn about humanity and slowly come to understand and develop human emotions and bother Shindou about them. With assorted levels of drama because if Kado proved anything, it was that the human race is catastrophic and cannot be trusted with alien technology. 

I’m not even asking for shippy stuff to happen. Just further weirdass shit like those middle few episodes had. Maybe culminating in zaShunina asking Shindou to join him in the anisotropic (and accepting the answer either way. Maybe Experiencing An Emotion in the process, but definitely not trying to force him). 

And then leaving, with the world a little changed but also a little confused (and without wam to power like, everything) 

Honestly I’d even settle for an ending similar to the one in the OVA (if memory serves correctly - and I may be wrong because it’s been a while and my brain is very full of other things - they got rid of the Yukika plot in it???) but only if zaShunina appeared much more malevolent, cold and scheming from the start, rather than being so curious about humanity, human emotion, etc. Or at least if there had been more foreshadowing of the turn the show was going to take. 

Because damn, I got whiplash.

Seriously, Kado had so much potential for being a gloriously weirdass, complex little scifi anime. It might have been a bit slow at the start and perhaps the OVA version worked a bit better, but it did feel like halfway through the creative team were told no you can’t do it like that, you have to do it like this.

I’ve been disappointed and/or surprised by the direction shows take before, but none so much as Kado. Despite all this saltiness I genuinely enjoyed the show I just felt completely let down by the ending.

Anyway now I’m just whining instead of saying what I’d change, so tldr what I’d change is everything that led to the ending, because what the fuck.

#oh shit i still have a lot of feelings about this lmao #someone asked me the thing #thank you for asking me the thing #kakera rambles #kakera is still salty about kado #long post is long

[punemy-spotted]

The Price You Pay

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mentions of murder, unclear timeline, blackmail, unprotected sex, fingering (F!receiving), smut, esoteric references to past abuse, manipulation, Dark!Fic

Words: 5.2k (holy fuck?)

Summary: You need his help. He names his price.

Notes: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 and her incredible 5K Soft!Dark Challenge and I can't believe I wrote over 5k words for a oneshot, making this the longest piece I've ever written. I took a blend of prompts: Mob!AU; “When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this;” and “That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”

And this was intended to be a oneshot but now I can't stop thinking about it so thanks Siri, I think this is now a part of my WIPs too! Your work is amazing and I had a blast being able to take part in this!

As usual, my work is 18+ ONLY, Minors DO NOT INTERACT

You went to him first.

You went to him, handed them your business card and I want to speak to Steve Rogers.

Honestly they almost threw you out with an extra hole in your head but then the man of the hour walked right in.

So now you’re here. Now you’re here, sitting across a gorgeous dining table with a ten-course meal laid out and honestly you’re surprised they didn’t tie your wrists to the arms of the chair while you watch him eat and take in the look of those baby blue eyes scanning you over.

He even brought you non-alcoholic rosé, when you said you didn’t drink.

So.

So.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah, I do. Thought you’d just sit me in your office, have a consultation.

I like breaking bread with new friends. Have a nice dinner, get the wine flowing — of course, that’s not gonna loosen your tongue, but we’ll forgive it.

Oh. Cool, I like being forgiven.

He laughs at that one and the room, strumming with tension, snaps into amusement. So do you, cracking a half smile on dark red lips, before swallowing down the lump of anxiety threatening to break through and destroy everything. You need this. You need this and you can’t let anything — not your nervousness, not your morals, not him — stop you. You need this and it needs to be done and if this is what justice is in this fucking city then so be it.

Well, sweetness, you’ve got my attention. You want to talk business or pleasure?

That one makes you laugh, a little sharp and a little cruel, and the curling smirk on his face gets a little furrowed because he hears it too — pain.

It could be both, you say finally, picking up the glass of rosé-that-wasn’t, if your reputation is as real as they say it is.

He lifts a bite of cheesecake into his mouth and lets it melt on his tongue while he watches you, somewhere between impressed and incensed. You know the look — you saw it the last time he met you in court, but you weren’t there as allies then. Never thought you’d come to me, he admits finally, sounding halfway bemused at the idea, but you’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Counsel?

You wince, or maybe smirk, eyes on the man before you.

It’s a game, a dance, a ruse, and the woman you thought you were thirteen months ago when you put four of Steve Rogers’s best men in jail for fifteen years — fifteen years longer than any District Attorney had ever managed to do before you, and you were just the rookie they handed a shit case to — is leagues different from the woman you are now, seated prim and proper in the lion’s den.

You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years — this life doesn’t leave room for innocence, it tears at you, leaves you tired and broken and ill.

Your colleagues learned to fear him a long time ago, the man before you. Captain America, leading the city, the country, the world into a new era of high tech crime all under his thumb. It’s a pretty shiny shield, the one that sits behind him, but mirrors are black on the other side and his soul is dark as coal.

You’re not an angel yourself, and this deal with the Devil isn’t for anyone but you.

I need someone taken care of.

So you come to me? I thought you were a lady of morals, Counsel.

Certain kinds of morals.

You can see him smile, see the way he raises his glass, the glimmer of malice and amusement in his eyes. So tell me. What’s the name?

You give it.

He’s not in the city, your target, but he will be. A Judge, an activist, real tough-on-crime-sweet-on-justice type of shit. You don’t tell him the reasons why, because those are yours, but you tell him the name. You tell him he’s a problem, you tell him he’s dangerous, you tell him you’ll pay to have him taken care of, you tell him you don’t want to practice in front of that black, black robe.

And he smiles like the Devil he is, watches you with a grin and drinks his whiskey in one last shot before slamming it down, Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

You said that when we met the first time.

He’s a hunter, you can see it in his eyes. That lion’s mane might be tamed right now but it won’t be for long and you’re playing with wild animals. The eyes on you are ice and daggers, daring you to do the one thing everyone in the office has been begging you not to do.

(Drop the charges, Rookie, the case is just to get your face in front of the judge.)

You upped the charges.

(Rookie, you don’t know what you’re dealing with, there’s other cases.)

You subpoenaed his phone records.

(Rookie, don’t make me drag you off this case!)

You won.

You had no witnesses and a jury you had to drag in from god-knows-where after you proved, over and over again, that he’d paid off the cohort in the courtroom. Finding people with nothing to lose and a desire to do their civic duty wasn’t harder than you thought — it was exactly as impossible as you expected.

But you did it.

That’s what you do, isn’t it? Push and push and fight, claw your fingers at the ledge and pull yourself up, you pay for your crimes in your blood, sweat and tears you pay for the things you could have done then and didn’tdo.

You pay.

And sometimes, that payment bounces back.

And when it was all said and done, when the closing statements were delivered, when the Jury came back out and the Judge — hands shaking, mouth agape, eyes wide — read out the verdict no one expected, you… didn’t feel any better, did you? There was no justice for you in that room, just the searing glare of ice-blue eyes and the burning of your steel spine.

Real woman of the law, aren’t you?

First words he said to you, while the courtroom emptied out and you stood there, facing the man you’d just made an enemy of with your briefcase in your hand and your eyes aflame.

I did my job.

Did you? Is that what you think your job is?

My job is justice, unflinching and blind, Mr. Rogers. I don’t care how much power you have or how afraid you leave this city, I’m going to do my job.

You could always let justice turn a blind eye.

Yeah. I could, but that wouldn’t make this any fun, would it? Thank you for the win, Mr. Rogers — I’m sure I won’t get many more.

You leave him with a smile on his face and the scent of your perfume in his memories.

He leaves you with the pride of victory in your bones and a reminder that your strife could be worth it.

One day.

How do you plan to fill that pit, the one you tossed the corpses of your old self into? The one you let them claw up out of, to haunt you? Remind you?

You’re digging your own grave and you know it, but you won’t let Steven Grant Rogers be the first one to toss a handful of dirt over your corpse.

But now here you are.

In his dining room, enjoying dessert and some sort of after-meal coffee. In need of him…

This might almost have been a date, if not for the topic of conversation.

So. You want a Judge taken out. What if he’s already on my payroll?

Why would you keep a dead man in your pocket?

You like the sound of his laugh, and you don’t even have the excuse of wine to fall back on when it warms your core. Don’t admit it though, don’t say it aloud, don’t let him get an in. Be smart, cross your legs tighter, keep your eyes on the prize.

You’re so close to the finish line.

That’s a big favor you’re asking for, Counsel, I think you need to make it worth my while.

Worth your while?

I’m not a charity. And since you put the guy I usually use to handle these things behind bars for a few years—

You know I can get him out too.

That’s not payment, that’s putting things right.

You take a drink. Steady on, girl.

I’m leaving the DA’s office.

That stops him.

Oh that stops him good, and he looks fascinated. Interested. You’ve said something he can use as leverage and it’s not just about a job. That smirk on his face is smug and his eyes are darker and he has to know the impact that look has.

Can’t falter, don’t falter, don’t give in.

Am I allowed to ask why?

No.

You’ve done your research. You just don’t know why you’re thinking about it now. Steven Grant Rogers, “Captain America,” leader of a crime family that had too many names to stamp out, bolstered by a mad scientist, a military man through-and-through who turned New York into his own private base against whatever stood against his way.

Get in his good graces and you’re set for life. Get in his good graces and you’re safe, you’re protected, you’re good.

Get on his bad side and you only make that mistake once.

There are no second chances in this game, and here you are, asking for one.

So what? You leave the DA’s office, you leave yourself open to me — you think leaving New York is going to be the thing that stops me, Counsel?

No.

Then what?

Breathe. Steady.

I know you gave me that win on purpose — you could have taken out my last jury cohort. This isn’t about the four men… and you know I’ll get them out. This is something else, but I’m not here to ask about what or why.

He falters just briefly, like he’s surprised you knew, but the crack in his mask smooths itself over as soon as it forms and he’s back to watching you, nodding along in silence while you breathe and watch him and keep talking.

But even then. I got four of your guys in prison. And I know how your organization works — I subpoenaed the documents, remember? Your lawyers are good, but they’re not used to people asking the right questions. You want someone to seal up the cracks you need someone who actually knows what to look for.

You have more than his attention, you have his interest, and now he’s leaning in a little. Imperceptibly, but enough. Scanning over you from across the table, like he’s thinking how you managed to get so impertinent in the face of the likes of him but that’s the thing — when the only thing you have left to lose is your life, you’ll risk everything.

So what are you offering?

Breathe. Don’t. Stammer.

Myself.

The chair scrapes and suddenly there’s the clicking of guns, aimed and ready until his hand rises up and he stops them and he’s stalking towards you.

This is the lion’s den, sweetness.

The stakes are higher and you ought to be braver and he’s got your chin in his hand before you have a chance to react, dragging you to your feet. Do you know what you’re offering me, Counsel? Low and hissed and hungry, like those perfect teeth might be sinking into your throat in the next moment.

Oh, you have no idea.

You get me. On your payroll — you know. The offer you sent me a year ago.

You think it’s still open?

If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have met with me.

The chuckle in your face makes your cheeks warm and you’re looking more flushed than you would like, the open shoulders of your dress suddenly feeling a lot more like a mistake the more you realize just what kind of meal he might make out of you tonight.

We might need to have a discussion about your workplace duties, Counsel.

You don’t notice the hand near your thigh until it’s too late, sliding up the soft fabric of your skirt until it’s squeezing your ass, until it’s jerking you towards him, until you’re pressed against his chest and the hand on your chin is now hooked around the back of your neck, thumb pushing your jaw until you’re forced to look at him. Won’t lie, when I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this, having your pretty little body in my arms,and you can look as indignant as you want but he’s got the upper hand and you only thought you were two steps ahead of him.

You think I haven’t thought about what it’d be like to put you in your place, Counsel? You’ve got a smart mouth — I wanna know what else it can do.

He doesn’t give you a chance to use that mouth to lash at him, lips sliding over yours, swallowing that indignant yelp with a punishing kiss. Nipping at the plushness of your lower lip until you open your mouth and yield to him with a sigh of reluctant surrender, let his tongue slide past that barrier for him to explore. He’s got his fingers wound through your hair, just a little too tight and whether the whimper in your chest is because of the pain or because of the want, he doesn’t care.

Knew you’d be sweet, Counsel… softly, when he pulls back to look at you, take a look at those love-swollen lips and your ruined lipstick, the pretty way you pant at him already, the heat burning your cheeks. Pay no attention to the slick warmth between your thighs, pay no attention to the way he makes you burn already, pay no attention to how your fingers have curled into the lapel of his coat to hold yourself steady, pay no attention to how you suddenly miss the pressure of his lips.

All that smart-talk and now you’re quiet, Counsel? F’I knew it just took a kiss to get you to shut up, I would’ve done that at trial, he’s purring in your ear, soft and sweet and you should push at his chest, so uncurl your fingers girl and push.

I didn’t say I was selling my body, there’s your harshness, and there he is, laughing at you again, the grip on your hair jerking your head back until you’re looking into those dagger-cold eyes again.

You don’t make the rules here, Counsel, I do, and you need me more than I need you. So if you want to make sure your Judge can’t start wreaking havoc on your career… you might want to get used to readjusting it for me. I promise I’ll make you feel nice, if you let me…

And if I don’t?

Then I take what I want and I don’t feel bad for not holding up my end of the bargain. Your choice, Counsel, you cum willingly and I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t, and it’ll hurt you more than it hurts me.

That’s not a threat, that’s a promise, and suddenly you’re more scared than you ever thought you’d be, wondering if you’ll need to sell another part of your soul to take him down after. How much of yourself will you put up as collateral to get justice for the wrongs you were never able to correct?

You’re afraid.

Oh sweetness, you’re afraid.

Here? Now?

No, Counsel, we’re gonna do this right, aren’t we? You wanna be in bed with me, I’ll take you to bed with me. Come on, say it. Say the word.

Say no. Say no, rail and fight, stamp your heels into the expensive leather of his shoes, jam your knee into the sensitive between his legs, scream and yell and tell him you will never let another man take advantage of you again to help you reach your goals. Do it. Do the thing you swore you would do the next time a man like him — men who think they can take anything from anyone, men who think they own the world and the women in it, men who think you aren’t strong enough to fight back — propositioned you just like this.

You’re selling your soul to get rid of a man just like this.

But that’s coiling heat in your core that wasn’t there the last time, was it? That’s want. That’s the realization that you like the way this predatory smile feels, that you like the way this one wants you. You’re not her, not scared and alone and helpless. You could fight back and run and maybe escape if you were lucky.

You could choose.

He’s let go of your hair to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers, soft and sweet, You gonna give me an answer, Counsel, or am I gonna have to take it?

Say something. Say no. Scream. Say no say no say no say— Yes.

It’s a whisper. A desperate, soft whisper. A helpless, lonely whisper. It’s enough.

He sweeps you around until you’re pressed with your back against his unyielding chest, feeling him flex with every movement, broad arm wrapped around your shoulders from the front. All of you are dismissed, and that’s when you remember there were others in the room with you. Others who just watched you concede to becoming Captain America’s newest plaything and the burn on your cheeks is more shame than lust. You pull at his arm briefly, futilely, earning a tighter hold for your efforts and a whispered don’t make me choke you, before you are half-walked, half-dragged out of the dining room.

The walk to his room is slow and agonizing as you’re pulled along, barely struggling but barely helping at the same time, tears sliding down your cheeks as you come to terms with what’s going to happen next — no one is going to save you tonight, no one’s going to interrupt and drag you out, this is your job and this is your place and here you are.

No one speaks. There’s no sound but the steady tap of your heels and his shoes on fine marble. Even your sobs are silent, even your breathing is muffled, until the stairs are traversed and the faintest click of a lock turning opens the door to the rest of your life.

You made a deal.

Time to pay.

Sit on the bed.

You move as if in a trance, and he watches your face, the hint of waterproof mascara failing to do its job, the smudged ruby red of your lipstick. Don’t give me that look, you knew what you were signing up for when you walked into this house, Counsel.

His hands are gentler than you’d expect, when he wipes away the streaks your tears leave down your pretty cheeks, coaxing you to look up at him, We’ll set ground rules later. Tonight? I wanna see if I can get that mouth of yours to beg for me.

It won’t, you snap without thinking, knifeblade sharp and cruel, ready for a fight again. He promised you that once, in a hiss you thought you’d misheard but no, you heard him just fine and now if he thinks he can quench your fire and have you pleading just because you sold your body for the prospect of revenge then he’s wrong.

Thing is, he laughs like that’s a challenge, and the hand holding your chin so gently is wrapped around your throat before you know it, silencing your voice with just the right application of pressure. I can do this all night, Counsel. Do you think you can last that long?

Fear. Anger. Indignation. You are fury made flesh and he is manipulating you with just the barest press of his palm and sliding over you, until you’re laid out there on soft sheets and he’s looming over you, splaying that big hand out and sliding it down your throat, over your chest, feeling the ruching of the fabric under his palm. You wrapped yourself up like a present for me, didn’t you sweetness?

The change in nickname isn’t lost on you but here you are, glaring up at him while he smiles so beatifically it leaves your blood boiling and your skin steadily warming. The rise and fall of your chest is hypnotic, every angry breath a swear you don’t utter, every inhale your protests dying in your throat. What can you say, what would you say, right now? There’s nothing that can change the way he looks at you, or the way his eyes flicker from ice to blue fire the more he takes stock of the pretty little thing he’s about to start sharing his bed with.

Fuck, you’re beautiful, that one shocks you, but not as much as the sudden rush of cold air when he tears the emerald green fabric of your dress down and reveals the soft swells of your breasts, nipples peaked from the sudden cold.

You don’t get much time to gasp, just something soft and strangled before he turns your voice to whimpers, wrapping lips around that pebbled tip and laving his tongue over sensitive flesh. Where are your words now, Counsel, while he threatens the softness of your chest with the scrape of his teeth, when he slides his hands over the round curve of your thighs and parts your legs so he can press himself between them, so he can press himselfagainst you? Where is the knife-dagger of your wit to protest each soft, suckling kiss to your skin, each press of his fingers like he could just squeeze his ownership of you into the plushness of your hips, into the sweet swell of your ass? What do you say to the dirty little thrust of his hips as he bucks with his own burning need, reminding you just how much this is for hispleasure as he will make it for yours.

You would, could, should push him off and instead what are you doing? Curling your fingers into the silk-smooth of his comforter, desperate to writhe out of your own skin away from the burning pressure between your thighs, the foreign, unfamiliar heat you suddenly feel like you might be craving.

Anyone ever touch you like this before me, Counsel?Warm breath splays across your skin when he questions you, eyes fixed on yours and he waits. Answer him, answer him, tell him he’s nothing, tell him you’ve had better, lie and destroy that ego, lie lie lie lie—

Nnnh—no.

He looks like you’ve just told him the best news of his life, eyes wide and blown with lust, Oh is that right? You’re saying no one’s ever touched you this good? Or just no one’s ever touched you at all?

You don’t have to answer. The furious blush on your cheeks? The way your eyes slide away from his? The way you writhe, trying to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure and finding the effort futile? If the man’s grin could get any wider, it would, right now. Oh sweetness, we’re going to have so much fun exploring your body together…

He pulls back just enough to take a look at you, already flushed and writhing and overwhelmed and if he could take a picture of this right now he would. He’ll save that for later though. Tonight? Tonight is just the two of you, and his hands are back to your skirt, pushing the tight fabric up over your round hips and revealing the lace of your panties… just before he rips them off, to the sound of your indignant yelp Steve!

You’re going to call me Captain, sweetness, we’re not close enough to use my name just yet.

No. No you’re not, and he’s not sure you’ll ever be — he rather likes the idea of hearing you whimper out his title when he gets you desperate and wanting.

He touches, slow and steady, watching you try to jerk away and tutting at you when you do, fingers at your delicate nerves like an assault on your pleasure. Bite your lip, bite back the moans, whine at him like he’s wounded you, You’re so wet, sweetness, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you, as he palms his cock to relieve the pressure on himself. You’re going to beg before he does and he’s patient, he’ll last the night.

St-stop it, it’s too— he shushes you ahtahtaht and rests his free hand on your mound, holding you down so his probing, inspecting fingers can take stock of the velveteen plushness of your delicate cunt. It’s too much, too much and you want to scream the moment he presses one finger into you, already overwhelmed, already so tightly wound the barest touches are unraveling you steadily.

You’re such a pretty thing, all desperate and needy, sweetness. You wanna cum already, don’t you? So busy, never gave anyone the chance to fuck that stuck-up bitch right out of you, did they? It’s almost pitying, isn’t it, the way he talks, hums at you while you’re reduced to a whining, whimpering mess so soon, so desperate for the release he’s on the edge of denying you, feeling you flexing around his finger and then the second leaping jolt of your body when another joins the inspection. Taking careful stock of the pretty cunt he owns now, and he’s careful to curl his fingers just right as he seeks the spot to hammer just to get you to scream.

You don’t, not yet, but that’s okay too, because he sees the way you take desperate hold of the sheets, the way your eyes roll backwards just slightly, the way you strain against his heavy hand to arch your back. Gotta tell you, sweetness, I imagined you under me a thousand and one ways but this one, right now? Tops the list. You ready to beg for me?

Do it. Do it and end your pleasurable torment. Do it and be released from the pressure, the coiling want. Surrender to him. Let him have you.

The white hot rush of your orgasm is not unexpected to him, his curling, cruel fingers having found the sweetness of your g-spot, but — you, too busy climbing the ranks to think of your own pleasure, too busy demanding your due from an unjust world explore your own warmth beyond that of a memory of a college hookup you would rather forget — you left breathless and wanton in the heat of the explosion he draws out of you, mewling something desperate and pleading against your own will and the song of it fills his ears like it’s all he’s ever wanted. There it is, and I thought we’d be here all night. A thumb flickers over the nerves at your entrance and you practically jump, something between a yelp and a moan escaping your lips.

First one’s just a treat, sweetness. Now on, you cum when I say you do, understand?

You nod.

Oh you nod, and you are lost, here and now. Sensitive and broken and there is so little of that steel spine here, writhing in his sheets and ohyou don’t know the things you do to him.

Think you can go again, sweetness? He’s purring, smug, twisting fingers stretching you slowly, muttering under his breath about how fucking tight you are around his fingers, how good you’re going to feel for him, and the smugness on his face is slowly fading into a dark consternation, brows furrowed like he’s somehow angry at you for being plush and delicate and fuckable.

You’re almost begging him to stop, and yet the pressure is building again, the twisting, coiling heat that leaves you breathless and mewling and he looks like he might be trying to immortalize this moment forever. Say it, sweetness. Say you need me. Beg me for my cock.

That’s it.

That’s what you need to, you need to beg, you need to give in. No more fighting, no more arguing no more —

Please…

Please what, sweetness, come on now. You got a way with words. The snarl is so barely contained.

Please, Captain, please just…

What do you need, sweetness? The fingers are relentless, the buzz in your nerves is overwhelming, you can barely even hear yourself talk, much less him.

Please just fuck me, Captain, I need your cock! It’s hurried and it’s crude and it’s desperate and it’s exactly what he wants as just another wall crumbles and you fall off your pedestal right into his arms.

He’s barely able to resist the buck of his hips, the need to be inside you, the knowledge that you are soft and velvet and you could be all over his senses just like this.

When did he free his cock? You don’t know, you just know it’s practically salvation when he sinks into you, when he fills you like you’ve been desperate for and Oh sweetness…pours from his lips just as you hiss out something like praise right back at him.

You’re so full and he’s so gentle, at first, like you’re made of crystal in his arms, like the slow shifting of his hips might have you shattering underneath him if he’s not careful. Cradling you, even, sliding your legs around his narrow hips as he leans in and takes a hungry kiss from your wanting, whimpering mouth.

Love this look on you, all wrapped around me, whispered low and slow into your ear, sweetness you have no idea how good you look…

Melt into those compliments, melt into him, because the way he’s holding you is divine and you can feel him so deep in you it’s making your head spin. When did your arms end up around him? When did you start clinging to him like an anchor, start winding your fingers through his hair, start leaving the marks of your nails on his back to the sound of his own needy groaning?

He noses your cheek and leaves a mark of ownership on your neck with hungry lips, knowing you’ll bruise a beautiful flower right over your pulsebeat and continuing the steady assault on your nerves, cunt-first.

Harder. Faster. More.

And oh, sweetness, you do shatter.

You shatter all around him, you shatter into something divine and rapturous, full of him and filled with him and he cums so deep inside you as you do, still fucking you through your joined climax, hips rutting and breath hitching and nearly furious at you for the way his vision whites out too, the way he feels like he can Never get enough and so he hisses that at you like an accusation while his thoughts reorient back to reality, back to smugness, back to the control you took from him while he tried to strip you of yours.

In the end, as he pulls away from you and sinks to the side of you, watching your sweet expression as you return to the reality of your new situation, he is satisfied… thoroughly.

Oh yeah, I think we can make this a working relationship, Counsel.

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #steve rogers x reader #mob!au #mob!steve #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #dark!fic #dark captain america #captain america #writing challenge

[asset35-maya]

Confession prompt from this list

“Just listen, real closely, alright. And stop laughing.”

It’s late.

It’s a fancy neighbourhood. And Gavin doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing there.

The building is taller than any he’s ever visited, let alone lived in. There’s exotic plants in the lobby and jazz music playing in the elevator.

Trust the plastic prick to manage his finances this well.

Gavin gets to the top floor. He pauses to take in the abstract art on the walls.

They can afford to put Manfred paintings in the hallway? Holy shit. I should turn around and go home right now.

He comes to a stop in front of a double-door. The only one on the floor.

Penthouse? Damn, Tincan…

He starts to reach for the door bell, but then pulls back.

This is crazy. What am I doing?

He spends a few minutes floundering and is just about to walk shamefully back to the elevator when a crashing sound resounds from within the apartment.

“Goddamnit!”

Gavin smiles to himself. His clumsiness and colourful language have fully rubbed off on his partner. Cyberlife’s deep learning algorithms were no match for the company of Gavin Reed.

“Janice, you come back here right now!”

Gavin frowns. He’s heard plenty about the feisty cat but never understood why she had a name befitting an old office secretary. He didn’t understand a lot of things about his partner… but he supposed that was part of the appeal.

Another crash. A loud feline yowl. An exasperated groan.

Is he trying to bathe or skin his cat?

Gavin waits it out as the meows and grunts and crashes continue.

He feels a bit like a creep, eavesdropping on his partner through the door, but he honestly doesn’t know what to do next. He’d worked himself up after a few whisky shots with Hank… the old man convinced him to finally go do the deed… and then all his confidence drained as soon as the autonomous taxi rolled up outside the glittering residential complex. His old insecurities came back in full force.

People like me don’t belong within a mile of this postcode…

What was I thinking?

People like me don’t belong within a mile of people like Nines.

The door suddenly swings open violently.

“Jenson, if it’s about the fucking noise again, I swear to RA9! You are two floors down! How the fuck can you-”

Nines breaks off as he registers the identity of the man lurking outside his door. His blue eyes widen in surprise. Gavin stares back in equal surprise.

The android standing slack-jawed in his doorway looks nothing like the stoic, snooty RK900 that Gavin has come to know and love.

His dark hair hangs loose around his face… he’s bare-legged, actually in his boxers… and there’s a long slit ripped into his thin white t-shirt. Gavin is also a cat-owner. He knows the look. But never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined it on Nines.

“Um… hi …”

“Gavin! What are you doing here?”

“I… was in the neighbourhood.”

Nines nods slowly and Gavin kicks himself mentally.

“Just wanted to say hi. And now I have. Bye.”

Cheeks burning, he’s halfway through turning on his heel, when Nines reaches for his arm.

“Hey wait!”

And before either can say anything else, there’s a flash of black fur shooting though the crack in the door.

“Fuck, Janice!”

Gavin drops to his knees instinctively and deftly traps the rambunctious little animal. He stands up with a grimace.

“You sure she’s a cat? Acts and smells like a dog.”

Nines rolls his eyes and takes his pet back.

“She got stuck on top of my kitchen cabinet and fell in the compost box when I tried to get her down.”

“Man, I keep telling you to buy her a treehouse. She likes exploring.”

“It’ll ruin my whole aesthetic.”

“Can’t be worse than the respect Janice shows your decor today. Get one. I’m telling you. Asshole stopped shredding my curtains immediately when he got his.”

Nines shrugs noncommittally but his LED cycles yellow in a manner that tells Gavin he’s ordering a kitty treehouse immediately.

Janice struggles in Nines’ grasp, clawing at his ruined shirt. He glances down and tosses her back into the apartment, shutting the door firmly behind him. He looks back at Gavin, arms folded over his chest.

“As much as I need it, I’m guessing you didn’t come here to give me pet advice in the middle of the night.”

“No…”

“Then what’s up, Gavin?”

He stares at his feet. The alcohol haze that brought him to Nines’ doorstep is clearing. Under the glow of the crystal chandelier hanging above them, Gavin feels very stupid.

“I… it’s nothing. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Gavin, my scans are telling me all kinds of things right now… but I’d rather you tell me yourself.”

“What?”

“Yeah sorry, I forgot to disable my facial analysis… emotion recognition… and um… pheromone detectors…”

There’s a knowing look on Nines’ face and Gavin feels so damn small.

Guess I shouldn’t bother taking the elevator down. I’ll just jump.

“Tell me, Gavin. Before Janice chews through all the cushions on my couch.”

“I… Nines...”

“Gavin.”

There’s silence, even from within the apartment. Nines’ eyes briefly dart to the door, scanning right through it to check on Janice no doubt, and flit back to Gavin. A teasing smile is playing on the corner of his lips.

The whole game is up. He already knows. Just tell him.

Gavin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Should I go wash the compost off my cat first… or are you planning on telling me sometime tonight?”

His eyes fly open to see Nines stifle a giggle.

What a cocky prick!

Several moments pass with Nines’ mirth steadily increasing and Gavin’s shyness transforming into annoyance.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

“Why?”

“Goddamnit Nines.”

“You’ve never visited me before. I have no idea why you’re here. The least you could do is give me an explanation for showing up unannounced and interrupting my night.”

“Alright, you prick. Just listen, okay. Just listen, real closely, alright. And stop laughing.”

Nines’ hand actually comes up to cup his mouth as his frame shakes with silent laughter.

“You got a lot of attitude for someone getting their ass kicked by a tiny kitten.”

Nines doubles over and holds up a finger, actual tears streaming down his face.

“Oh my god. You’re such an idiot. I can’t believe I was worried about coming here. Shut up for a second. Shut up.”

Nines props himself up against his door. His chest is heaving and he looks ready to burst into another fit of giggles, but he manages to hold it in valiantly.

Gavin clears his throat. He’s come all the way and he’s going to say his piece, fears and insecurities and everything else be damned.

Just as he opens his mouth… Nines pushes himself off the door and reaches for his face. Then suddenly, somehow, he’s being kissed.

Plush lips cover his own, and his eyelids flutter shut as Nines pulls him in. By the time they part for air, both are panting and intertwined in the entranceway.

Nines bumps his nose against Gavin’s.

“So did I guess right? Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah pretty much.”

Their eyes lock for a moment and laughter threatens to bubble up once more. Lips trembling, they both manage to quell it. Foreheads touch and each man’s gaze dips back down to the other’s mouth.

They start to lean back in… and then there’s a spectacular shatter of glass from the other side of the door… an accompanying screech… and absolutely no chance of escaping the hilarity that bursts forth once more. 

#reed900 #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh gavin #gavin900 #dbh nines #upgraded connor #dbh rk900 #dbh #gavin x nines #rk900 nines #gavin x rk900 #dbh writing #dbh fanfic #my writing

[iam93percentstardust]

Prompt: Stony, animal transformation

I realized about halfway through writing this that you probably meant a spell or something but I wrote shifters instead and I really liked what I had so I kept going. Sorry it’s a lot crackier than you were probably expecting; you can blame @maguna-stxrk for that

As always, everything I write is also available on ao3

~

“No.”

The first time Tony met Steve Rogers, he was both delighted and irritated. Delighted because hey! Captain America is another cat shifter! And that means that Howard was wrong and Tony is, in fact, like Captain America (in some ways at least; in others, that remains to be proven).

“I won’t do it.”

And irritated because Captain America is another cat shifter.

“You can’t make me.”

Tony knows that there are cat shifters out there who are perfectly friendly and like being around other cats. He is not one of them. There are multiple reasons why he and Steve clashed on the helicarrier and only one of them is Loki’s staff. Tony’s breed is highly territorial and everything in his tower is his and he doesn’t want another cat in there rubbing up against his stuff. But there Fury is, insisting that the entire team move into the tower.

“I don’t want them there,” Tony says flatly. That’s not entirely true. He doesn’t really want any of them there but he’s willing to put up with them. The only one he really truly genuinely doesn’t want there is Steve.

It’s probably a good thing none of the rest of the team is here to hear him complaining about them. But, well, they should know better than to expect friendliness out of him. He’s not friendly. He’s majestic and aloof and not in the mood to have anyone else around to see him when he’s not being majestic and aloof.

Fury eyes him. Tony doesn’t know what kind of shifter he is—he keeps that kind of paperwork on actual paper, ew—but he wouldn’t be surprised if it’s something sneaky and devious like Fury himself (probably a snake. Tony hates snakes).

“Stark, the ways I could make you do what I want—”

“—are all against the Geneva Convention,” Tony finishes smoothly. In his reflection on the table, he realizes that the tuft of hair behind his ear isn’t lying flat. He licks the back of his hand and reaches up to smooth the hairs back down.

“Stark.”

“Fury.”

“We are running out of options—”

“Well, that sounds like a you problem.”

“—for Clint.”

Tony shuts up. Sighs. Glances through the window of the conference room where he can see Clint leaning against the wall, stuck in partial shift since Loki and the invasion. His golden tail is tucked between his legs, his ears are drooped, and he flinches like a kicked puppy (not an inaccurate description) every time someone walks by.

“How bad is it?” he asks.

“People don’t want him on the helicarrier,” Fury says. “He makes them nervous. His pack bonds were broken when Loki took him, and with Coulson—well.”

Yeah, that. Dog shifters like Clint rely on pack bonds, even those formed between non-dogs. Tony’s always been more of a loner so he can’t really imagine what Clint is going through but judging by the way Clint looks, he can guess it isn’t easy.

“They’ve all been briefed on what it’s like living with a cat, even Rogers, and they know about your idiosyncrasies in particular.”

And that’s the crux of the matter. “I don’t want him there,” Tony says quietly.

“He’s not the same breed—”

“But he’s got the same instincts!” He sighs frustratedly and almost runs his hand through his hair before he realizes how much that’ll mess up his hairstyle. His tail lashes agitatedly behind him, instincts urging him to claw, to bite, to protect his home from the invader. “Why can’t it just be Clint?”

“Because where Clint goes, Natasha goes. Besides, Clint needs the pack bonds, which means he needs the whole team.”

Tony hisses, crosses his arms, pouts. “Fine,” he says eventually. “But I don’t like it.”

And then, before Fury can feel too smug in his victory, he keeps aggressive eye contact and knocks Fury’s water glass off the table, darting away before he can hear more than the bellow of rage.

 ~

“I don’t want you here,” Tony says, ears laced back irritably. It’s the first time he’s come across Steve in the tower so far and of course the man (well, actually he’s shifted into his cat form right now) is lying in Tony’s favorite sunbeam. The nerve of some people.

The single eye that Tony can see slits open and stares at him for a long moment. In the next moment, a ripple comes over the cat and then Steve has partially shifted back, stretching lazily as he yawns. “Okay, Tony,” he agrees.

“You’re in my sunbeam.”

“Okay, Tony.”

“I want you out of it.”

“But it’s such a nice sunbeam.”

“It’s mine.”

“We could share it.”

Tony lets out an offended yowl. They can’t share it. That would defeat the purpose of it being his. Steve stares at him for a long moment and then stretches again, muscles rippling in interesting ways that make Tony want to knead them for—no. No kneading. No accepting the interloper.

“Come on, Tony. It’s sunny and I want to nap. We can share the sunbeam,” Steve says around another yawn before flopping over onto his side, still mostly human. Tony wants to bite his tail. But… he does want a nap. And this is favorite sunbeam. And he shouldn’t have to find another one since there’s no way Steve will be leaving this one (sadly Tony has not yet figured out the right strength the armor needs to move him).

He carefully lays down, putting several inches of space between him and Steve. Almost immediately, he can feel the effects of the warm sun on him, pulling him under into a light doze. It’s not enough to fall asleep entirely, not when he can still feel Steve at his front but then Steve starts to purr and oh, that’s kind of nice. He hesitantly lets out an answering purr of his own. Steve’s rumble grows louder and almost without meaning to, Tony finds his hands kneading the ground contentedly.

~

But that won’t stand. It can’t stand. He conceded ground on the sunbeam because it and Steve were warm and that was clearly a mistake because now Steve is standing in the kitchen, drinking coffee from Tony’s favorite coffeepot out of Tony’s favorite mug as he talks to Natasha.

And this injustice cannot stand!

“Mine,” he hisses, fingers shifting into extended claws, ready to tear into Steve for daring to drink from what clearly belongs to Tony.

At his hiss, Natasha’s skin ripples until she’s scaly and blending in with the cabinets. Smart of her to stay out of his way. Few things are worse than a territorial cat and even someone as lethal as Natasha would hesitate to face him when he’s like this, even though Steve gives her an amused look and says, “Really?”

Steve takes another sip out of the mug. Tony’s hiss turns into a full-throated growl. “Tony, you have to learn to share.”

“No.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Mine.”

“Yeah, you said that.” Steve doesn’t sound very impressed. Or even particularly intimidated, damn it.

“It’s my mug, it’s my favorite mug, you have to give it back,” Tony says, eyes tracking the mug as Steve lifts it to his lips again—wow, they looked kind of pink and pretty in the morning—no, focus. “Give it.”

“Alright,” Steve says agreeably and holds the mug out. “Here you go.”

Tony’s tail lashes and he hisses again. “You know I don’t like to be handed things.”

“Oh right,” Steve says, sounding remarkably unconcerned. “Too bad then. Guess you’re not getting your mug back.” He takes another sip from the mug—Tony’s mug.

“No,” Tony whines, drawing the word out so that it has at least eight additional syllables. He flops over onto the kitchen table, rolling around mostly so that he’s treating this situation with the hysteria it deserves but also so that he can scent mark the table, which currently smells of the rest of the team and not like him.

“Tony, stop being overdramatic,” Natasha orders, apparently deciding that she doesn’t need to blend in with the background anymore. “Steve, stop being a shit and give him back his mug.”

“No,” they both say petulantly.

She pulls out one of the many, many knives she keeps on her person. Tony hurriedly rolls off the table. Steve quickly puts the mug down and pulls out another one. Immediately, Tony darts to his mug—all his, no one else’s—and cradles it to his chest.

“That’s better,” Natasha says smugly and stalks out of the kitchen.

Tony waits until she’s gone and Steve has filled his new mug. Then, as Steve busies himself with cooking his breakfast, he slowly, cautiously reaches out and bats Steve’s mug off the counter. He gleefully sprints out of the kitchen to the sound of Steve’s outraged yowls, clutching his own mug close.

~

“Clint says you’ve been working too long,” Steve says, surprising Tony so much all the fur on his tail stands straight up.

“Fuck,” he spits. “I have a heart condition, you know.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees like the asshole cat he is. “But I don’t think I’m going to give you a heart attack just by sneaking up on you. Not my fault you were in a zone.”

Tony grumbles wordlessly under his breath. It’s true that he’s been in a zone for the last couple hours or so, something that he achieves only through kneading or inventing, but that’s no reason for Clint to be concerned.

“Why do you care if Clint says I’ve been working too long?” he asks. Steve picks up one of his screwdrivers and spins it between his fingers before setting it back down. Tony immediately picks it up as well and rubs his cheek on it to cover it in his scent again. Steve shoots him a mischievous grin and promptly moves further away to do the same thing to a different screwdriver. Tony resigns himself to losing another couple of hours to scent marking everything once Steve is gone.

“I don’t,” Steve says, now rubbing up against one of the armors (and no, Tony is not thinking about how good Steve looks like that). “I thought we were doing a great job of ignoring each other. But he says it’s been more than twenty-four hours, which means it’s time for a break.”

“Says who?”

“Pepper, apparently.”

Tony winces. Okay, yeah, he can ignore pretty much everyone except for Pepper. She’s important.

“So you’re… what, here to drag me upstairs for dinner?”

Steve shakes his head and holds up a bag in his hand. “Thought I’d offer to split a bag of catnip with you.”

Huh.

“Huh,” Tony says out loud. He eyes it suspiciously. “It’s not laced with anything else, is it? You’re not going to take me to knock me out and take me to Medical.”

“Just pure catnip.” Steve opens the bag and Tony’s eyes dilate at the intoxicating scent. “Why, do you need to go to Medical?”

Tony thinks of the two cracked ribs he suffered during the battle yesterday that he’d wrapped himself. “Nope,” he says blithely. Steve’s eyes narrow but he doesn’t argue. “Are you going to judge me for straight up eating it?”

“Are you going to judge me for doing the same?”

“Fair,” he says and holds out a hand for the bag. Steve upends it and dumps half in Tony’s hand, watching without judgment as Tony stuffs half of it into his mouth.

And when Tony comes back from his catnip-induced high to finds himself fully shifted, Steve’s own shifted form wrapped so tightly around him that his short tabby fur is mingling with Tony’s longer white fur, there’s no judgment there either, just Steve purring and purring and purring.

~

“Why do you do it?” Tony quietly asks Steve one night. Some animated movie is playing on the screen but Tony doesn’t think anyone is actually paying attention to it. The rest of the team is busy sleeping together in a cuddle pile in their shifted forms, Clint’s golden retriever spooned by Thor’s panda, Bruce’s owl perched on top of Clint with his head tucked under his wing. He can’t spot Natasha’s chameleon but he can smell her so he knows she’s there somewhere. He and Steve are sitting apart from the rest of the team, studiously ignoring them. It had surprised him when Steve hadn’t gotten down there to join them—tabbies tend to be more social than other cats—and instead chosen to curl up next to him on the couch in his partial shift, but to his shock, he isn’t complaining about it.

Idly, Steve twines his tail around Tony’s twitching one and purrs, relaxing him until he’s a puddle on the couch. “Nat said it was a good way to get your attention.”

“What, picking a fight with me?”

“Tony.” Steve gives him a long look and then leans over to lick his ear. It should make Tony stiffen, run away, groom over that one spot until he no longer smells of Steve anymore. It doesn’t. It just makes his ear flick curiously. “I never wanted to fight with you.”

Oh.

Oh.

Suddenly, Tony’s brain is sifting through every interaction he and Steve have ever had, looking at them in a new light. Okay, and yeah, now that he’s thinking about it, he can see that this has all been Steve’s clumsy, well-intended attempt at courting him. And maybe he’s never really thought about Steve like that before but he’s thinking now and what he’s thinking is that when Steve isn’t stealing his things and laying in his favorite sunbeam, he actually really likes Steve.

“You’re not very good at this,” he informs Steve.

“Yeah, I’m getting that impression.”

“Natasha gave you bad advice.”

“I’m pretty sure she did it on purpose to stir up trouble.”

“She’s worse than either of us,” Tony agrees. “Now, hold still.”

“Wha—” He leans over Steve and licks at his ear, carefully grooming him. Steve purrs beneath him, eyes half-closed with pleasure. Tony’s own eyes drift shut as his heart beats a rhythm to the tune of mine, mine, mine.

~

“Hey, babe,” Tony says, coming up behind Steve. He drapes himself across Steve’s shoulders like the affectionate cat he is, giving a very sharp grin to the young socialite who has been holding onto Steve’s hand for the last minute. Doesn’t she know that that’s Tony’s? “I was wondering where you got off to.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve replies, relaxing now that Tony is here. “Got stopped by Miss—I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”

Tony knows Steve well enough to know that that’s absolutely not the case. He’s just saying it to irritate her. But she doesn’t know that, especially because none of them are allowed to be in partial shift for tonight’s gala—Fury’s orders—and Steve’s shifter form is a closely guarded secret. So she doesn’t know that Steve’s just following his instincts as a cat. Tony does though, and he smothers his laugh in Steve’s shoulder.

“Whithers,” the girl says, irritation bleeding into her tone.

“Pleasure,” Tony says, making no attempt to hide the fact that he thinks it’s the opposite. He twines himself around Steve so that he can reach his lips for a quick kiss. “If you don’t mind, I have to borrow Steve here. Although, I really don’t care even if you do mind. See, he’s mine and I don’t really like it when people touch what’s mine.”

And then, before her face can do much more than register shock, he bats her champagne glass out of her hand.

#alle writes #alle answers #stevetony #if you like please consider reblogging #Anonymous

[spiked-tea-writing]

and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

#sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnapxreader #sapnap fluff #sapnap fanfic #sapnap fanfiction #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Those that stood above the rest

Summary: Everyone in D.A.M.N simp for the power couple at least a little bit - the Vampire Prince of Dahlia and the Electro Energetic. Gavin and the Freelancer would be lying if they said they haven't been watching them... respectfully. 

TW: [Swearing], [Profanity], [Explicit implications courtesy of Gavin, of course] & [Oblivious narrators]

Apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors because I wrote this the whole night and only edited it once. I’ll do the editing process again tomorrow morning.

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Life as a student in D.A.M.N is nothing like regular colleges or universities. While the environment is hectic with exams, assignments and teachers with sticks up their asses - there's also a hint of craziness thrown into the mix. You can never really predict how your day would go here in the academy, and to most of the students, it's the typical college experience you'll get everywhere. Just... taken to the next level. 

That's what you get for a magical academy, after all. 

An Air Elemental would accidentally shatter the windows in a classroom with a powerful gust of wind on a random ass Tuesday because she was laughing too hard. A Graviton Energetic would sneeze, and suddenly, the gravity in the music room would stick the instruments on the ceilings. The entire soccer team would fall flat on the grassy field, snoozing because the Serenity Daemon playing as the Goalkeeper uses too much magic to calm their anxious Sweeper during his first play with the team. 

With so many Empowered creatures of all kinds attending D.A.M.N, there's never a dull moment. You learned that the moment a loud growl came from the Debate Club on your second week as a student. A Wolf Shifter had gotten into a heated argument with a Vampire about the toppings that should and shouldn't be on a pizza. 

So yeah, typical college life with magic thrown into your daily shenanigans. 

Today, you can't help but wonder what sort of excitement would occur as the large clock above the lecture hall ticks by, counting down the second before the class is over. 

You check the clock and sigh. Just ten more minutes to go, but it feels like time is creeping forward at such a snail-like pace. Tapping your pen on the open notebook laid before you rather irritability, you just want the lecturer to stop yammering already so you can grab lunch at the food truck parked outside of campus. 

Something gently knocks against your knuckle. You tilt your head to the side and meet with Damien's unamused stare; it looks like this is the third time he caught you losing focus in class. 

"I told you to grab a snack before class started." Damien whispers, mindful to keep his voice even so the lecturer won't catch them chatting. Sadism Daemons are scary when you piss them off, and the way the lecturer's eyes sweep through the students is more than enough to have them all shut the hell up the moment he begins their topic of the day. 

"I was meeting up with Lasko and we lost track of time." You hiss back. Yesterday you made a promise to catch up with the Air Elemental before your first class started to organise the date and invitations for the next game night. Once Lasko starts talking about the things he's comfortable with, he loses his stutter and launches into an animated one-sided conversation. You didn't have the heart to stop him, not when he looks so happy and cute. 

Buying that Arkham Horror board game was the right purchase to surprise him with. 

While your mind replays the morning you spend with Lasko, Damien rolls his eyes. "Of course you did. Here." He pushes his coffee cup towards you. His fingers linger on the cup for a few seconds to make sure that the coffee remains hot enough to drink. 

You grab the cup, grateful for his consideration, and take a big swing. The coffee settles pleasantly in your stomach as warmth spreads within your body. 

You're more a tea drinker - the classic Early Grey and Gunpowder Green - but at this instance, coffee would hopefully kick your focus back into gear. 

"Thanks, Damien." You said before passing the cup back to him. You peeked at his notebook and wasn't surprised to find that it's packed with notes written in different coloured pens. "Hey, want to grab lunch together after this?" 

Damien switched the yellow pen for a red one when the lecturer mentioned something about a topic for the upcoming test. You absentmindedly wondered if it's worth your life stealing his notebook. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?" He asked. 

Finally, the lecturer dismisses the class. Chatters erupt as students pack up while some scurry over to the podium to ask a few questions.

You lean against your seat to stretch your back; your notebooks and stationery are already in your school backpack. You're just waiting for Damien now. "I'm craving for a burger and some cheesy loaded fries with a boba tea." God, just thinking about it is already enough to make your mouth watered. 

Being a health nut, Damien throws you a judgemental look at your food choice as you two made your way towards the main campus entrance. He easily follows your lead through a crowd of students, and Damien even gently pulls you closer to his side when a student whizzes by on her skateboard. 

With so many people talking and laughing around you and Damien, you can't help but hear the conversations hovering around you. 

"...had class with them yesterday? Dude, you're so lucky! Did you sit beside them!?" 

"Are you fucking crazy? No! I sat two rows behind them, but it was enough to smell their perfume. God, they're so gorgeous - I couldn't focus the entire time!" 

"I've heard a few players from the Earth Elemental team tried to invite them to their party this weekend, but they were shot down. Apply cold water on burned area." 

"Well, duh. You can't just walk up to them like that! They're one of the hottest people in this academy."

"Yeah, but those players are in one of the most well-respected sports teams in all of Dahlia, and even they can't stand a chance against them!"

Students parted ways as you and Damien approached the gates. Rows of food trucks parked across the street with tables and chairs placed about. The conversations tapered off behind you, along with the hubbub of the academy. You have a pretty good idea of whom those students were talking about. It's been a topic surrounding the academy ever since the start of the new academic year. 

Even as an introvert who prefers to hover to your few but close group of friends, you couldn't escape the latest academy gossip.

"Finally, I thought my ears would've fallen off before we could escape," Damien mutters. It's a cloudy Wednesday; dark clouds are rolling above them with an occasional burst of strong breeze cutting through. "You'd think they would just give it a rest already." 

The food truck you and Damien stop by displays a menu with a wide variety of food and drinks. From burgers to pasta and desserts ranging from ice-creams to Thai banana pancakes, your stomach begins to growl. You place your order in a hurry, whereas Damien selects a hearty sandwich stuffed with juicy and tender slices of slow-smoked beef brisket with veggies of his choice and chipotle mayo in between two crusty loaves with a bottle of water. 

You and Damien grab your meals to sit at one of the vacant tables and enjoy lunch together. Good food and good company - what more could you ask for? Well, other than Damien's tsk-ing and wiping the barbecue sauce that smudged the corner of your cheek like the mother hen he constantly denies to be. 

"Can't you eat your food properly, Freelancer? You're getting your fingers dirty too. Give me your hand." Damien demanded halfway through his sandwich. You grin impishly and offer your left hand for Damien to wipe with some tissue while the other is holding a burger. The thick sauce begins to drip. 

Soon enough, a familiar voice shouts at them from across the street. 

"Yo, Damien! Freelancer! Are you guys, like, having lunch? Can I join!?" 

You can't help but beam and wave your hand (that was still holding the burger) high up when Huxley crosses over. Damien squawked with eyes wide in horror when the barbecue sauce got all over the table. He hurried to wipe the table clean while you greeted Huxley. 

"Hi, Huxley! Are you grabbing lunch too? Take a seat, man!" 

"Thanks a bunch, dude. It's been a while since I hung out with you two." 

"We literally had a class together two days ago." 

"Two days too long, Damien. I miss you guys." 

"Aww, that's super sweet of you, Hux!"

"Oh, for the love of - just go buy something already before the next class starts." 

Huxley happily gives Damien two thumbs up before grabbing his food and drink. When he returned to their table, he brought a tray of smoothie consisting of kale, spinach, banana, orange, and vanilla blended into green mush in a plastic cup and a plate of vegan quesadillas. 

The moment Huxley sat down, you took a sip of his drink and made a face. 

"Yeah, I ask them to hold back on the honey because I like the vanilla more," Huxley explains before tucking in. "Oh! But I can ask them to add more honey if you want. That’s like, totally cool." 

You quickly shake your head and clean your palate with your sweet boba tea. "It's cool, Hux. Just wanted to try a sip. You're really into these crazy healthy smoothies." 

"They're the bomb, dude. My Mums introduced a few recipes to me when I was a kid, and I basically hooked ever since." The Earth Elemental explains after gulping down a good chunk of the green goo. 

"Yeah, well, with the calories you burned up during practice, I guess you can't go wrong with smoothies," Damien added thoughtfully. His sandwich is all gone. He props an elbow on the table and cradles his face in one open palm. "Anyway, what's up, Huxley? Anything new happened?" 

"Nah, it's been nothing but the same shit lately. Classes, assignments and practices for the upcoming Elemental & Energetic Games - normal stuff. What about you guys?" 

"More or less the same." Damien replies, soundly ignoring your "We're hitting the tournament arc!" outburst. "Planning to organise a study group for the upcoming tests. I expect the two of you will be joining, by the way." 

At Damien's words, Huxley beams brighter. Any brighter, you'd need a pair of sunglasses. "For real, dude!? You're like, the best friend ever, Damien! C'mere - lemme give you a hug!" 

You snicker when despite Damien's frantic protest, Huxley shoot up from his chair and quickly hugs the Fire Elemental tightly before he has the chance to weasel away. 

Also, you didn't miss the chance to snap a quick picture of them to show Gavin tonight. 

Unaware of your phone, Damien grumbled when Huxley finally released him, and they sat down again. The three of you continue to chat about everything and anything. Soon, the topic shifts from tests to plans for the weekend. 

Huxley snapped his fingers when you mentioned Lasko's gaming night and the tabletop game you recently bought for him so they could all play together. 

"I totally forgot about the party! A few guys in my team are having a party this Saturday, and I want to invite you guys and Lasko. Oh! Gavin too! It's going to be a blast, and on Sunday, we can play that new board game."

You and Damien exchange a glance. "Sounds fun. Actually, we've heard about the party just now. How many people are your team members inviting?" You asked, curious. 

Huxley takes a moment to ponder before shrugging. He's nearly done with this food. "It's supposed to be just with a few close friends. Nothing too crazy, you know? After the last party that ended with fireworks exploding in someone's bedroom, they want to keep it lowkey." 

"Huh. Close friends, but they tried to invite a certain Energetic," Damien interjects. "What's up with that?" 

"You heard about that too?" Huxley replied, surprise coloured his tone. "Word travel like, super-fast around campus! It happened, like, yesterday morning!" 

Damien let out an annoyed groan and ran a palm down his face. "I think it's safe to say that everyone in this fucking academy is talking about it and nothing else. God, no matter where you go, you can't escape it." 

You pat Damien's arm in a comforting manner. "They're hot and popular; people will be talking about them until we all graduate." 

"And if it isn't them, people would be talking about their boyfriend," Huxley pointed out, stirring his smoothie languidly. Huxley smiles and offers it to you when you critically stare at it for a tad too long. Against your better judgement, you try again. 

Blek! It still tastes the same! Huxley just chuckles and finishes the rest of the smoothie while you seek solace with your boba tea again. 

"Besides, it's not often you see an Energetic and Vampire couple walking around," Huxley continued. "I think they're living together too. I mean, that's what I heard." 

"Don't tell me you also have a crush on them."  

Before Huxley could say anything, you tentatively raise your hand as if you guys are in class. Now you bear Damien's annoyed glance. "I was kinda hardcore crushing on them and their boyfriend before Gavin and I officially got together. They keep to themselves and their boyfriend most of the time, but they're super nice in classes." 

The Elemental and Energetic courses often have classes that intermingle every week. However, they're primarily compulsory lessons like magical history, laws regarding coverts and taxonomy of various Empowered creatures. 

So you're practically classmates with the hottest Electro Energetic in the academy and had even sat beside them a few times during class. Unlike many of the students who simp for them at a distance. 

The power couple of D.A.M.N is certainly interesting, to say the least. 

You narrowed your eyes at Damien when he refused to let up his disappointed stare. "Don't lie to me. You simp for them too." 

Damien huffs and crosses his arms. "Both of them look good, alright. Anyone with a working pair of eyes could tell from a mile away. They're gorgeous, and the Vampire is hot - so what?" 

"They're both super strong too." Huxley unknowingly throws more wood into the fire. 

By the time their lunch ended, Damien had demanded they talk about something else, so you jump into plans for the weekend. Party on Saturday and a gaming session on Sunday. 

Typical college life.

-

When the time on your phone displays 10.30 PM in glaring bright light and you're still on campus, you know what death feels like. 

It's quiet in the cafeteria, save for a small group of students huddled together around tables scattered in various places. Their heads are hunched down as they go over textbooks and assignments. One of the students happens to be a Vampire judging from the blood bag beside his laptop. 

A red swirly straw juts out of the bag, and for a brief moment of exhaustion, you entertain the image of the student sipping the blood bag as if it was a Capri Sun. 

Just like those students, the reason why you've stayed late in the academy's cafeteria is because of assignments. You know that if you bring your homework back home with you, you won't get any of it done. It's better to stay here and slough through them instead. 

Damien would scold and drag you home if he knew. Huxley would be sad and plead for you to rest, and Lasko would put on his guidance counsellor voice and advise you that a good night's sleep would help you think better. 

The boys mean well, and you love them for it, but you know yourself better than anyone. If you don't finish these assignments tonight, you would just procrastinate until the deadline punches you right in the face. 

You sigh and rub your temple in frustration. You've made good progress so far, but there's still a few left and you want to complete them all before going home. So you resume writing down the essay about the importance of convert and the Department on your laptop, fingers deftly flying all over the keyboard. 

Nighttime at D.A.M.N is not as busy as it is in the morning. The students that are going in and out of classes are mostly Vampires and nocturnal animal Shifters. The academy's faculties are also lesser in terms of numbers compared to their morning counterpart. 

Twice you've experienced the nightlife at D.A.M.N, and tonight would be your third. You wondered if Gavin is at home already. Hopefully, you can return to the apartment before him. Better wrap this up, then. 

The steady rhythm of your fingers on the keyboard and quiet discussion from the group of students slowly lull you to sleep. Hang in there just a little more! 

The sound of a Daemon Rifting into this world startles you awake. 

"Here you are, Deviant," Gavin said, his ordinarily seductive voice laced with conceal anger. Oh shit, you're in trouble now. "I thought we talked about this." 

You have no choice but to face him. Gavin looks devastatingly as sexy as ever; his black t-shirt snugly fits his body to the point that it showcases his biceps tastefully. A pair of dark blue jeans that he just so happens knows will get your heart racing and accompanied by a pair of shiny black Doc Martens boots. A rainbow-coloured bead bracelet is on his right wrist; a gift from Caelum. 

You would've swoon at the sight of him if you weren't seconds away from face planting on your laptop. 

So instead, you greet him with a, "Whaaa... Gavin?" You rub your eyes and blink at him. "W-What are you doing here? I thought you'd be - " You break out a yawn before sighing. "At home by now." 

"Funny. I thought the same thing about you but colour me surprised when Caelum reached out to me while I was grocery shopping — saying that you aren't home even when it's close to midnight." Gavin explains and tilts his head to the spread of books you have before you. "So, want to explain why you're at the campus cafeteria right now instead of in our bed?" 

The gears in your head are scrambling to come up with an excuse that's good enough to appease Gavin. So lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear the whispers coming from the nearby students. 

"That's the main boyfriend..." 

"Holy fuck, an Incubus? Damn, they're insatiable!" 

"How often do you think they have orgies? Twice a week?" 

" - collecting them like Pokemon!" 

Oh fuck it, you can't come up with anything decent. "I'm nearly done with my assignments, Gavin." You assured the worried Incubus. "Just need to write down a few more paragraphs..." 

Gavin is undeterred. "Freelancer, we talked about this. It's not healthy that you're making a habit of staying over at campus late at night because of assignments. You're going to burn out like this." 

Well yeah, you could feel your body is already seconds away from collapsing but like hell would you admit that to your boyfriend. It's been a long day and an even longer evening. It's a good thing that tomorrow's the weekend. 

Gavin startles you once more by leaning against the table and cupping your face in his large hands, so you're forced to look straight into his eyes. He's many things, but to those he deeply trusts and loves, his eyes would always betray the worry and concern he has for you and Caelum; even if his words aren't as forthcoming at times. "My stubborn, enticing Deviant... Are you being a brat again? Not listening to your Dom like you should be?" He purrs. 

All of a sudden, your throat suddenly feels like sandpaper, and your heart skips a beat at Gavin's tone. You're very familiar with that tone - it always promises punishment and pleasure mixed together until nothing else exists except for your boyfriend. 

But the question now is, how far can you actually push him. So with Gavin still refusing to release your face, you swallow and reply as nonchalantly as you can, "Oh, I don't know about enticing, Gavin. I-I mean, I've been running around campus the whole day. Probably have some barbecue sauce stain on my jacket and - Ow!" 

You puff out your cheeks when Gavin pinched them. 

"Are you purposely trying to test me, Freelancer? You know that just means more fun for me, and you tie up and helpless on the bed, right?" Gavin is all too happy to remind you, cocking one eyebrow at your impertinence. No doubt he already has your punishment in mind when the two of you are home. 

But you're not going to budge that easily. Sensing your stubbornness, Gavin lets you go and unleashes his ultimate move with a sigh. 

"I can see the Knots on you, Freelancer, and if I can see them, Caelum can too. I'm not covering your ass when he comes over for breakfast tomorrow and starts crying." 

You gasp and immediately recoil. "Low blow Gavin!" You counter, but you know that he speaks the truth. Your heart will literally break if you're the reason that Caelum cries. 

Gavin smirks when you switch off your laptop. He helps put your things away and offers a hand to you. With a small smile, you let yourself be gently pulled up by him and sling your backpack over a shoulder. 

"Are you hungry?" Gavin asked as the two of you stepped into the large hallway, hand-in-hand. "I didn't manage to make anything when I put the groceries away, but I can whip something up real quick when we get home." 

It's a sweet gesture, and you made sure that he knows how much you appreciate it by squeezing his hand. Ever since you two started living together, Gavin is determined to feed you properly. According to him, it's only fitting since you've constantly been feeding him too. "I'm more sleepy than hungry." You reply after a yawn. "I'll just eat a big breakfast tomorrow." 

"I'll hold you to it. Also, look alive, Deviant. Hottie approaching at 12 O'clock." 

That got your attention immediately, and snapped your eyes forward. Your jaw would've dropped if it weren't for Gavin lightly nudging your side when you saw who was walking towards the two of you. 

It's them — the Electro Energetic that became the talk around campus. 

They're as breathtaking as ever, even after a whole day of classes and club activities. Not a single hair out of place and clothes unruffled. Their body language stood out to you; their gait is a little hesitant but friendly, while their eyes are kind. 

It's easy to see why so many people harbour crushes on them, and you've always been a sucker for cute faces. 

When they finally approach you, they pull out a pair of wireless white earbuds from their ears. That's when you hear intense music playing:

It's the Pumpkin Patch King 

With the corpse with the ring

And she'd fuck my best friend if I die here today...

"Um, hi. Good evening. I'm sorry for bothering you guys so late like this. Are you heading home?" They inquire tentatively. 

Gavin waits for you to take the lead. "Hey, man. Yeah, we kind of are, actually. Want us to walk you home?" You could feel how pleased Gavin is beside you. The offer just crosses your mind, and besides, it's not nice to walk alone this late at night. 

That's what you're telling yourself despite the small part in your brain whispered that walking them home would be a great step of getting to know them better. It's just a harmless crush anyway. 

Unfortunately, they decline the offer. "I'm waiting for someone, actually, but when I saw you, I wanted to talk for a bit." 

Your heart skips a beat for a second time tonight. They specifically sought you out? You? When they've never done so towards anyone before? 

"O-Oh," You embarrassingly squeak, clutching Gavin's hand tighter.

The Electro Energetic nod. They tilt their head like an indulged, curious cat and god, that simple gesture shouldn't look so hot. "I don't know if you notice me, but we share Covert Laws - "

If you notice them? If you notice them!? They have a stronger presence than the lecturers themselves! They radiate magic like thunderstorms - intimidating, powerful and commanding that you have no choice but to submit to it. 

Sitting beside them was an experience and a half! There's no way an Empowered creature could ignore them despite their quiet demeanour! 

" - and I was wondering if you would like to be partners for the final project this year? Um, I heard that you're really good in that class, and I promise to pull my weight with the research and - "

You don't know how to react. Is this really happening? One of the most popular students in the academy wanted to be your project partner? You thought this sort of situation only occurs in animes! 

"They'd love to." Gavin smoothly answers when you're too shocked to say anything. "It's always nice to make new friends after all. Especially with a walking wet dream such as yourself." Here, he purposely pauses to appraise the Electro Energetic. 

Just like his Freelancer, Gavin has heard all about this Empowered human and even basks in the delicious energy coming from the thoughts and emotions his partner has for them. As an Incubus and their boyfriend, it's hilarious that his Deviant thought he's not aware of their crush. It's cute. 

Hmm... it'll be nice if he and the Freelancer could invite the Energetic and their Vampire lover into their bed one of these days. Regardless if they've been Marked; honestly, that just made the couple as appealing as the biblical Forbidden Fruit. 

And besides, Gavin has a strong feeling that the Freelancer wouldn't oppose the idea. It'll be the perfect anniversary present for his Deviant. 

"...Was that supposed to be a compliment?" They ask warily. Oops, looks like he's coming on a little too strongly. Time to take it down a notch. 

"It's whatever you want it to be. Anyway, now that you guys are... partners, what say you get to know us better, hmm? My lover has been eager to be friends with you." Gavin explains. You whip your head at him incredulously. Is he seriously doing what you think he's doing!? "I'm Gavin, by the way. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." 

The Energetic look confused, and you can't blame them. You need to save them before Gavin proposes something as crazy as an orgy on your behalf! 

You laugh awkwardly, bringing their attention to you. "Right! Partners! I'd love to be yours - I-I mean, uh, for school stuff! Yeah! Can we exchange numbers?" 

"Smooth, Deviant." Gavin teases. Something caught his interest, not that you notice as you and the Energetic trade contact information. They compliment the cute picture you have as your Home Screen (it's a selfie shot of you and Gavin, Lasko, Damien and Huxley during the previous game night. It's a shame that Caelum couldn't appear), and in return, you ask where did they buy their sick phone cover. 

While they still feel like the human embodiment of a fierce thunderstorm, it's nice to have a casual conversation with them. They're thoughtful, kind and fun that you soon find yourself calming down a little. 

"Not to cut this riveting conversation short, but are you sure that you don't want us to walk you home? It's getting really late, and we're more than happy to have you crash at our place for the night." Gavin interjects with a seductive grin, eyes half-lidded. 

"Umm..." 

Whoa, what happened to being friendly, Gavin!? You shoot him a look; he's going to drive them away! 

"We have an extra guest room at our apartment." You hurried to explain. "So it's totally cool if your place is far away or something." 

Their hesitation melts to understanding. The last thing that you want is a misunderstanding between you two. 

"You guys are sweet, but I'll be alright. Actually, I'm about to leave the campus too. I'm just going to hang out at the cafeteria until he arrives." They said. You have a pretty good idea who 'he' is judging by their soft smile. 

Gavin, for some reason, amp up his game. With a smirk, he cajoles, "Since he hasn't shown up yet, how about you hang out with us for a bit? There's a bar not too far from here - "

You flinched, and Gavin automatically shuts up and pulls you close to his side when a Vampire appears behind the Electro Energetic. It was so sudden that his appearance was a blur at first. 

"Vincent? You're done with class already?" They blink. An arm snaked around their waist as the Vampire pulled his Mate close to his chest. The Energetic had to crane their head up slightly to look at him. 

He's as tall as Gavin. Dressed in a casual black coat that screams money with a dark grey shirt accompanied by a pair of black jeans and boots. His silver studs, rings and watch glimmer underneath the fluorescent lights. Everything about this man reminds you of a panther sizing up its prey. 

You gulped. He's currently glaring daggers at you and your boyfriend. You're itching to stutter out a, "This isn't what it looks like!" for some reason. 

Now, ever since you learned about the existence of magic and Empowered creatures, you did your best to be open-minded. Even that whole ordeal with Vega didn't stop you from reaching out to the various Daemons attending the academy. 

However, you haven't managed to befriend a Vampire due to their night classes, and even the few times you stay back like today, most of them are running back and forth through the hallways to catch their next lesson. 

So to be the target of a pissed off Vampire made you uncomfortable. You want to fidget, but Gavin's arm secured around you ease some of that tension. 

"Mm-hmm. I'm on break right now, so I can drive you back home. You done with that talk with your guidance counsellor?" The Vampire inquired, eyes still glued at you and Gavin. 

"All done. We lost track of time when we discussed next semester's timetable for the Energetic course and potential careers once we graduate." His lover explains, unaware of the displeasure rolling off like waves from their boyfriend. "I think I need some time to go over them again. It's a bit much to take in."

The Vampire hums in acknowledgement. "We can go through them together this weekend if you like, Lovely. Maybe we can ask Will for help since he's coming over on Saturday for dinner too." 

Oh, you suppose that's why they reject the Earth Elemental players' invitation to the party. 

But the Vampire wasn't done. He assesses you and Gavin with narrowed eyes as if you were stains on the bottom of his boots. What the hell? "By the way, are these guys bothering you?" 

A chill sweeps through you, sending goosebumps crawling on your skin at the sudden shift of tone. He was warm and affectionate when speaking to his lover, but now? It's colder than ice.

Gavin, whose smirk turns into a shit-eating grin, is utterly unfazed at the Vampire's hostility. In fact, you would go as far as to say that he's relishing it. "We're just keeping your gorgeous Mate company while they're waiting for you. I was just about to propose that we move the conversation to a bar so we could all get to know one another a lot more... intimately." 

Oh god, they're so fucked. You have no idea why your boyfriend is trying to start shit up, but you're too tired to deal with this drama. So again, you try to salvage the situation. 

"Just as friends!" You quickly butt in. "We decide to be partners for an assignment in Covert Laws, so hanging out at a bar sounds like a good idea as friends." You're sprouting bullshits at this point, but you hope it's enough to save both of your asses. You also made sure to emphasise the word 'friends'. 

The Vampire quickly looks at the Energetic for confirmation, and they readily nod. His aggressive body posture relaxes somewhat, but he's still wary of you and Gavin. 

Maybe this is the best time to introduce yourself to him. 

"Uh, it's a little silly that we didn't introduce ourselves right away, but I'm a Freelancer." You mutter out rather awkwardly. Should you offer a hand to him? 

Gavin saves you from doing so. "And I’m their boyfriend, Gavin. An Incubus." 

"...Vincent Solaire." The Vampire - Vincent - reluctantly replies. 

Wait - his surname sounds familiar, though. You think you heard it in one of the classes about the supernatural factions in Dahlia... It's on the tip of your tongue... 

"Oh, we've heard all about you, Your Highness." Gavin slyly quips. "You and your lover are quite the celebrities around here." 

Holy shit. Solaire! The most powerful Vampire clan in the city! You remember now; the King has two progeny - A Vampire Princess & Prince. You didn't expect the Energetic boyfriend to be the Prince himself! What a twist! 

"Celebrities?" The Energetic - Lovely, as Vincent calls them - pipes up in confusion. The way their eyebrows furrow is adorable, but you wisely keep that to yourself. 

They really are a mesmerising couple. You detect the perfume that lingers around Lovely is sweet and misty. It's calming yet so light that it dances just out of your reach; like a coy lover. Slowly driving you mad with desire. Vincent's cologne reminds you of husk and cedar. Subtle, but once you catch a whiff of it, it'll stay within your mind for hours on end. Wondering if that particular scent will ever return - like the perfect one night stand. 

It says a lot about the couple. 

"We haven't done anything wrong." Vincent Solaire stated, voice as hard as steel. "I don't know why you're trying to rile us up, Incubus, but I don't appreciate you and your lover hitting on my Mate when I made it clear that I Mark them." 

Ooooh, he's jealous! Wait - did you come across as flirty to him!? Did Gavin purposely flirt with Lovely to make Vincent jealous? You've completely lost the plot. 

"Consider it as an act of public service," Gavin answers, easily brushing off the Vampire Prince's irritability. "Besides, how can I not when you both are half of the student body's recent fantasies." 

Lovely 'eeped' when Vincent bare his fangs at your boyfriend. "Back off, Gavin. Lovely is mine. Not yours or the Freelancer's." 

Whoa, whoa! A severe misunderstanding is boiling here! No one is stealing Lovely away from him! 

Fortunately, Lovely has gotten tired of the conversation. With a put-out sigh, they pat the arm around their waist to capture Vincent's attention. It worked. "No one is stealing the other's partner, Vince. It's all good; chill. You know you're the only one for me, right?" Here, they peck his cheek. "When did you get so possessive?" 

Vincent grumbled but didn't explain himself, so Lovely just shook their head. 

"Anyway, we better get going before Vincent's next class starts. It was nice meeting you two. I'll text you soon so we can plan on how to tackle that project." 

You give a shaky smile and a thumbs up. "Looking forward to it." 

Immediately after you said that, Vincent bares his fangs to you next. Oh my god, this guy needs to fucking relax! 

"We're going! We're going! C'mon, Vincent. You're driving me home. Now." 

And with that, you watch as Lovely drags the Vampire Prince to the parking lot. It's a strange yet comical sight. You only sigh in relief when they're out of your view. 

"I thought I saw my life flashing before my eyes!" You complain. Those were the single most stressful moments that you’ve encountered— second to Vega invading your home. 

"I think that went well, Deviant." Gavin objected, very pleased with himself. "He's pissed now, but he and his Mate will be thanking us soon." 

So you were right; Gavin purposely flirted with Lovely just to rile Vincent up, and for what? Possessive, sexy time later tonight? Oh, whatever. That's enough drama for one night; you seriously just need to pass out now. 

And with that, the two of you head home without realising your interactions with the power couple of D.A.M.N didn't go by unnoticed by the several students who were hovering close. 

-

"Are you hurting anywhere, Lovely?" 

"I'm alright, Vincent. The hickeys and bruises are healing nicely; my body still feels a bit sore but not enough to cripple me, so stop hovering near the door." 

Vincent guilty did as he’s told and takes a seat on the corner of the bed. He watches you apply some light makeup on your face and neck in front of the vanity table as you're getting ready to head out to the academy. Your outfit compliments your look and, most importantly, hides any patches of skin except for your hands. 

Vincent really went all out last weekend after his night classes ended. It's obvious that Gavin unleashed something within your lover, and you will freely admit that an unrestrained Vincent makes for a very fun and wild night. 

The moment Will came over and realised that Vincent re-Mark you an hour before he arrives, he graciously decided to take a rain check and promise to have dinner with the two of you some other time. 

Once Vincent gets it out of his system, he teased before leaving you gobsmacked and Vincent a blushing mess. 

"You know, your guidance counsellor wouldn't mind if you're absent from classes today, Lovely. Probably." Vincent tries; a part of him doesn't want his Lovely to attend their lessons while their body is still healing. Then again, that part also whispers that the Incubus and his lover would be around them without his supervision. 

Nope. No. Bad Vincent. Lovely is more than capable of taking care of themselves. They don't need him acting like a jealous, clingy boyfriend. 

However, something that the Incubus bothered him. 

"You and your lover are quite the celebrities around here." 

What did he mean by that? He and Lovely had been playing good students the entire time they've been on campus! Their assignments are always delivered on time, grades nothing but above average, and they keep to themselves to avoid any typical college dramas.  

Is it because of his status? For some reason, Vincent feels like it's more complicated than that. What a headache. 

"Maybe, but I did promise the Freelancer that I’ll catch up with them to discuss our project," You commented and spritz your favourite perfume on your wrists and neck. You love this scent, despite it being cheap and common. "Vincent, honey, you're making that face again." 

"It's my face, Lovely." 

"Yeah, well, you have your happy-snappy-neck face again, Vincent." You dryly point out before sitting beside the Vampire. "Did that Incubus really rub you the wrong way?" Your voice is gentle. You didn't get any bad vibes coming from Gavin and the Freelancer - just genuine, harmless, friendly flirting. In a way, you welcome it as their attempts helped you drive your anxiety away. 

God, walking up to them was hard enough. You always feel a little intimidated whenever you're around charismatic people. 

"I don't know... I thought they were making you nervous, and the words that kept coming out of that Daemon's mouth? He knew what he was doing; I just can't figure out what or why." Vincent admits, frustrated. 

Seeing him look so frustrated saddens you, so you propose a suggestion. "How about this, I'll ask the Freelancer what that whole thing on Friday was all about, and if it's anything gross, I'll give you a call so you can deal with them. How's that?" 

It assured Vincent. Seeing his tiny smile urge you to peppered his face with kisses until he laughs. With your boyfriend now properly appeased, you leave the apartment for D.A.M.N. 

It's a bright Monday morning. You hope that this week will be a little kinder to you than the previous one. However, the moment you arrived on campus, everyone was glancing at you curiously. When you made eye contact with the stares, the students couldn't walk away fast enough. 

Weird. 

Your first class of the day is on the second floor, so you didn't waste any time heading for the stairs. Students mingle around as they go about their day; some grab breakfast at the convenient store, while others chat with their friends at the cafeteria and lounge room. A Water Elemental is performing simple tricks at the marble fountain to an adoring crowd.

Just as you rounded a corner, the crowd parted ways with a subtlety of a serial killer in slasher movies, which is to say, absolutely none whatsoever to reveal your new friend. The Freelancer is flanked by their boyfriend, Gavin, on the left and on their right, the famous player in the Earth Elemental team Huxley and one of the academy's guidance counsellors, Lasko. 

You couldn't help but notice that everyone is giving them a wide berth. Not that it matters when Gavin's body is positioned to shield the Freelancer from bumping into any of the passing students. Huxley passes a bottle of orange juice to them while Lasko is staring at something behind the Freelancer. He mutters something under his breath.  

A loud voice suddenly bounces off the walls. "What happened to my water tumbler, Freelancer!?" 

You and every other student in the area watch as the Freelancer turns around and loudly replies, "Don't worry! I already got you a new tumbler, Damien! It looks exactly like your old one. Except it's pastel pink with kittens on it, and the shape looks like a really fat snowman with bunny ears for straws." To make a point, the Freelancer rummage inside of their backpack and proudly present the weirdest looking water tumbler you had ever seen in your life to their boys. 

"AAAAAHHHHH!" 

"You know you could at least see it before you judge it, Damien." The Freelancer grumbled and shoved the tumbler back. Huxley gently pats their shoulder in a comforting manner. Lasko laughs nervously while Gavin continues to protect his lover silently, all the while looking at ease. 

Everyone knows of the Freelancer and their boyfriends. They're the most popular group in D.A.M.N for a reason. Friendly, yet no one can be a part of their group due to the tight bond they have with one another.

The Freelancer is quickly shaping up to be a remarkable magical individual in their own right, marching to the beat of their own drums rather than the world's. Unwaveringly kind and friendly, constantly making sure the people around them are comfortable and safe. 

In terms of academic performance, Damien remains unchallenged among his peers. Everyone could tell that he would undoubtedly change their world for the better the moment he graduates, especially in governing. He's also known for his fiery temper, yet that fire becomes a hearth when it comes to the Freelancer. More than once, students have stumbled upon them huddled close in the library, softly discussing the future they wanted. 

If Damien is known for his academic excellence, then Huxley is famous for his prowess in the field. His mastery over his element made the younger Earth Elementals look up to him as their role model while his teammates view him as their ace. Charming, cheerful yet a bit absentminded at times, and even then, you can't help but be fond of him. You can find the Freelancer cheering him from the bleachers during his matches, and once Huxley won the game, he would immediately launch himself at them. Sweats, dirt and grass all over him, but the Freelancer would laugh as he hoisted them up in his embrace. 

Lasko is an odd addition to their group, but once he drops his stuttering, he shows just how capable he is as one of the academy's guidance counsellors. Acknowledged as one of the most powerful Air Elemental of his generation, Lasko is well on track to graduate D.A.M.N with honours, and while the future might be uncertain, students like to speculate that he will remain with the Freelancer and the others no matter what. Sometimes you can even catch a glimpse of them hanging out at one of the local cafes and see how bright and alive Lasko can be when around the Freelancer. 

Gavin came with a mystery trailing his saunter. See, no one knew how exactly he and the Freelancer first met. Speculations range from a cute, accidental meet up in a random convenience store to the Incubus boldly inviting them into a threesome when the Freelancer stumbled upon him mid-feeding. Lovely wonders if there's a betting pool going around the academy. The seniors would recognise Gavin, for he was their peer before he suddenly dropped out and vanished for a while. But judging by his frequent presence around the Freelancer, some say that he's looking forward to retaking his previous course. But whatever the reason may be, no one can deny the chemistry he has with the Freelancer. How fiercely protective he is of them when the Freelancer isn't looking. 

They're certainly an intriguing group, that's for sure. 

And when Gavin notices you were watching them, he winks at you. No doubt as an Incubus, he could scent what you and Vincent had been up to the entire weekend. 

That's what you get for a magical academy, after all. 

-

PS: Everyone in D.A.M.N (including Lovely & Vincent) hilariously assumes that the Freelancer is in a poly relationship with Gavin, Damien, Lasko & Huxley when in reality, they're just with Gavin. BBBBuuuttt... Gavin could detect the romantic/lustful feelings the other bois harbour for the Freelancer but kept it to himself for now. He's just waiting for the Freelancer to feel the same way so he could give them all The Talk™ and then go buy a bigger bed!

Anyway, I seriously had a lot of fun writing for this oneshot! It's been a while since I had that writing fever again so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

#redacted asmr #fanfic #second pov #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #lovely (listener) #freelancer (listener) #vincent solaire #game #damien #huxley #will and caelum are mentioned

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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part Two: The Undateables)

This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again…) For the Brothers, please click HERE!

Intro:

Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…

Wonder how that turned out?

Diavolo

He was soooo excited to get to experience camping! He had been asking the MC about human camping trips for about a week before making the announcement and he was pumped!!

Barbatos chauffeured him to the campsite in his own car (of course) but he insisted on taking every roadside, touristy stop they came across which doubled the drive time considerably…

He wanted to help everybody set up the camp but Barbatos and Lucifer were having none of it… So he took pictures and offered moral support instead! Good work everyone! 😁

He had his own tent about the size of a small house (ngl it took Barbs and Lucifer about a half hour to set the whole thing up). Barbs even somehow managed to pack a collapsible desk in there for him so he could still work… greeeat…. 🙄

Diavolo wanted to try everything. Literally everything. The man even traded his uniform out for full on outdoors gear, right down to one of those floppy fishing hats with the tackle stuck to it.

Politely insistently asks that Lucifer does things with him. The MC could come along as well (and in many cases Luci begs them to do so) but he wants to get some bonding time in with his best friend!

Unfortunately for Lucifer, Diavolo would get sidetracked quite a lot… Which is how he ended up having to physically steer his Lord out of harm's way more than once…

At one point while hiking, Diavolo was so distracted by taking pictures that he nearly walked right into the path of a passing bear and her cubs. Lucifer had to tackle him down into some bushes until they went away... His brothers teased him mercilessly when they heard about...

Dia also loved the camping food quite a bit. He's never gotten the chance to cook his own food before, even if it's just marshmallows over a fire, so it was all a brand new experience for him! S'mores are now declared a human world delicacy.

Man had the time of his life! He'd love to do it again, hell, maybe even make it a yearly event! (Few of the brothers share his sentiment, but hey, it pays to be King 😏)

Barbatos

If his Lord orders it, then he follows. He'll just have to double check that everyone is prepared for the occasion…

Drove Diavolo there with the patience of a saint (while also, like, being the exact opposite of that). Had it been anyone else in the car, they might have told him, "No, we can't stop for pictures of every moose you see," but Barbs is as accommodating as he is loyal.

It was pretty much all on his shoulders to direct the others when setting up camp. Lucifer would claim it was his, but let’s be completely honest here, Lucifer can't order Barbs to do shit. 

Naturally, he had his own tent close to his Lord, more modest in comparison, but big enough to hold a majority of the belongings and gear Diavolo had requested.

He also managed to bring a almost fully functioning kitchen setup for him using magic, minus a working oven by Diavolo's instruction. If he wanted a heat source, he had to use the campfire and he found the challenge intriguing…

For once in his extended life, Barbs had to do some trial and error in the kitchen. As it would turn out, fireside cooking can be a little difficult to master, but by the end of the trip he could still somehow dish out four course meals without so much as a sweat (according to the MC the secret was tinfoil and cast-iron cookware… who knew?)

When he isn’t prepping their next meal (which let’s be honest, with Beel on the trip that’s a constant activity) he’s guarding the food from Beel and Solomon…

The sorcerer wanted to help, but Barbs has already learned the hard way that if he so much as pokes a dish its flavor is ruined… It’s enough to make him wonder if it was a curse laid on him at some point…

Watching Barbatos deny Solomon becomes a pretty funny routine in and of itself. He’s not above just smacking the man’s hand away with a wooden spoon if it gets too close. Barbs doesn’t play in his kitchen. Back off. 😠

Barbatos is happy with the trip so long as the young Lord enjoyed himself. If that’s the case, and it was, then he’d happily do it again if asked… not that he’d have much of a choice anyway.

Simeon

Simeon was familiar with the concept of camping, he’d written about it in his stories, but he’d never actually done it himself… He had hoped it'd be an interesting experience! And uh… it was that from the very start… 

Purgatory Hall got its own car and Solomon was put in charge of driving… But no one mentioned that he drives like a complete maniac. Speed limits, stoplights, even the ROAD ITSELF be damned. Solomon drives in a straight line from point A to point B and if there’s anything in the way he’ll just use magic to get around it…

It’s safe to say that by the time he and the others got to the campsite (which was significantly quicker than the rest) the angels weren’t in the emotional state to pitch tents… He and Luke just waited for the others to catch up while praying and praising the solid ground beneath their feet…

He shared his tent with Luke and didn’t mind at all. It was probably for the best anyway because the little angel was scared of human world predators like bears and wolves coming for him in the night… Poor boy…

Simeon took to hiking quite a bit. Going out and exploring the area around the campsite made him feel invigorated! The forests were beautiful and it gave him ideas for a bit of a guilty pleasure he's been debating on writing, "The Tale of the Lonely Prince." 🤭

It was on one of those trips that Simeon discovered human world creatures love him. Pretty much all of the wildlife gravitates towards him like he's a Disney Princess.

At one point he came back to camp riding on a moose with birds chirping on his new friend's antlers. He offered to take the MC out for a ride, but the brothers threw a fit about it…

He WAS able to get a couple more wrangled for Diavolo, who naturally dragged Lucifer along (though he clearly didn't want to touch the thing). 

The three ended up getting into a mooseback race because Diavolo wouldn't let Lucifer take the lead. He was glad to see Luci enjoy himself for a change! (It helped a lot that he won of course 🙄😏)

All and all, Simeon had a great time. Maybe he should ask the MC to show him more human places… But he's never getting in a car again. Pardon his language, but fuck those things!!!

Luke

He doesn't know what's worse… being out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of demons or the absolute insanity that was the "drive" down… 😣

He spent the entirety of Solomon's Magical Ride of Nightmares clinging to Simeon or the armrests for dear life. He swore his entire life flashed before his eyes, can angels even have heart attacks???

Stayed right next to Simeon when they finally pulled themselves together enough to leave the car. He was so happy that Michael didn't see any of that… Who knew human transportation was so horrifying…???

His saving grace (literally) was getting to share his tent with Simeon… After Solomon told him that bears sometimes get curious and ransacked campsites, he clung onto the older angel like a protective charm.

...Whiiiich he wasn't too off about actually after he saw Simeon playing (yes PLAYING) with the human wildlife… Simeon had to introduce him to some of the nicer animals for him to eventually get over his fear and venture out past the campsite.

Luke loved to swim in the lake or river with MC and the others. The MC found a sturdy branch where they set up a rope swing and the little guy amused himself for hours!

Sometimes he'd watch Barbatos prep and cook using the campfire… He didn't even know you could make lasagna in a Dutch oven…

At one point the MC convinced him to go with them and the twins on a particularly long hike…

He got tired halfway through and Beel offered him a piggyback ride, but of course he'd NEVER let himself be that close to a demon!! (Just kidding, poor boy was so tired he climbed onto Beel's back and held on the a kola until they got back. Then he jumped off to save face)

He had a better time than he thought he would, but still doesn't want to go camping with demons ever again. (He and Simeon also begged Lucifer to drive them back instead of Solomon so the brothers' van was pretty much a clown car on the return trip).

Solomon

Solomon hasn't been camping (for enjoyment) in quite a while, so when the prospect came up to do it with the MC and the other students he was intrigued...

When Simeon asked he knew how to drive, he said yes. He knows how to start a car, put it into motion, steer, and then come to a stop. That's all driving is really. 🤷‍♀️ You can't blame him for not memorizing all the rules, he's been traveling by portal for decades!

Was pretty confused why his angel friends fled the car so quickly... He got them there in one piece, after all. 😕🤷‍♀️ He put up their tents himself since they were too busy thanking their father then made a magic barrier around the site for protection purposes.

He and the MC both have their own tents, of course his is enchanted to be a lot bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, but he's only let the MC in on that little secret in case they want to visit… 😏

When everyone else finally arrived, Solomon was happy to help the MC introduce the wonders of the human wilderness to their companions! Including the breathtaking vistas, beautiful flora, bitter temperatures, man-eating predators, waters filled with disease… Hm? Oh, Luke won't leave the tent now…? Whoopsie.

Solomon kept himself occupied on the trip the best way he knew how… relentless trolling (particularly of Asmo and Barbs because they're used to his shit).

He'd alternate between poking fun at Asmo for the almost ritual length routines he was going through to try and save his looks to genuinely trying to encourage him and downplay the severity of the downgrade...

Meanwhile he was bound and determined to serve at least one of his own dishes during the trip (but Barbatos had banned him from the "kitchen," the food tent, and even the spoons...)

Diavolo, nice guy that he is, eventually made Barbs relent and let Solomon cook for ONE night… It went as well as to be expected. (They sent Solomon to grab more supplies then everybody took turns washing their mouths out with lake water... Diavolo apologized profusely, he had no idea...).

Solomon was confused why the angels would rather squeeze themselves in with the brothers than ride with him back but he wasn’t upset about it. That meant he could make a few extra stops without anyone complaining! He knows a guy in New Orleans he’s been meaning to see again… Luke and Simeon can wait a little for their stuff, right?

Click HERE for Part One. Check out my Masterlist for more!

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The Karasuno Boys || Love You Like I Do Former First Years Edition

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|| Characters: K. Tsukishima | S. Hinata | T. Yamaguchi | T. Kageyama

Can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

↠ Inspired in part by @screamin-abt-haikyuu​’s post. I wrote something for Best Boy and the rest of the third years only to find that I had a lot of feelings about everyone else too and so here we are lol…

↠ Requested By: Literally no one, I just woke up with an urge lol… ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW that’s full of fluffy affection ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs/TWs: Lots of self-doubt and self-deprecation in Tsukki’s section from the man himself. Also some v. mild angst due to ghosting, but it all works out in the end, I promise! ↠ There are also mentions of past bullying and the lingering effects thereof in Yams’ section. ↠ Other than that we’ve got Hinata being a crackhead (affectionate), Kags being Kags (also affectionate), and also Yams being a hella supportive cutie that’s legit willing to fite for you (super-ultra affectionate). Also Kei Tsukishima is his own gd warning (begrudgingly affectionate) lmao… ↠ Also no betas—we die like grammatically incorrect men here. ↠ Total WC: ~11.9k

Alternative title: Relationship Origin Stories, or Tangents are a Girl’s Best Friend.

Second verse, same as the first.

We got more character analyses, with me looking into how you would even end up with half of these boys because chile. They’re difficult little beans that do not make loving (or writing) them easy. Tsukki’s esp. got outta hand since (based on what I’ve seen of him so far) the type of man I see him growing into isn’t all that easy to get close to. ((But still—it’s ten words past the 4k mark, like?? !!! I really need to learn some chill))

As stated in my previous installment, I’m anime only—halfway through season 4 now tho frankly I am still absolutely shook over the fact that season 3 was based around a singular game, how in the actual fuck… Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that if anyone’s OOC or anything’s inaccurate/not in line with canon that’s why.

Kei Tsukishima will always make sure that you feel smart. || WC: 4k~

Last warning for that self-doubt/self-deprecation, as well as the ghosting-induced angst that I mentioned.

((Also, I have, no lie, written one shots shorter than this HC, smh…))

↠ Potentially unpopular opinion time: You cannot pay this man to be unkind to his s/o.

↠ Don’t bother with trying to change my mind because I do not accept criticism.

↠ He may give everyone else a lot of shit, but you’re his baby, his love, his whole damn world. He honestly views you as a part of himself, so to pull you down in any way would be to hurt his own heart.

↠ Tbh that’s how he knew he was down bad, when he couldn’t bring himself to get at you, even when you would do things that made him want to put his head through a wall lmao.

↠ ((…character analysis/relationship origin story time? Character analysis/relationship origin story time.))

↠ Okay, so he’s not really the type for instant attraction, love at first sight type deals.

Like yes, he can find you physically attractive from jump, but that’s all it’ll be because finding someone aesthetically pleasing is a far cry from wanting to cultivate a romantic relationship with them.

With Kei, he has to be drawn to you on all levels before he will ever consider something more than a friendship. And heck, even just being friends with this man can be hard given how selective, not to mention distant, he can be.

I really do believe that his prickly disposition largely stems from the insecurities that he still harbors even as an adult. He’s a far cry from the boy he was back when he was attending Karasuno, but shit like that doesn’t just disappear overnight, yanno?

He’s still coming into his own as a man, and the process has been… messy to say the least, especially when it comes to relationships of any sort. He still has a tendency to feel inadequate, not least of all because of his less-than-stellar interpersonal skills.

↠ He’s v. self-aware about the areas in which he’s lacking.

He knows that his tendency to arrogance and antagonistic behavior lacks mass appeal, but at this point he’s been like this for so long that he honestly isn’t even sure who or what he’d be if he exorcised those parts of himself completely. What’s more it’s his most effective defense mechanism.

After all, the only way anyone or anything can ever really hurt you is if you allow ‘em access to your heart.

And his heart is a truly tender thing, with layers upon layers of snark and feigned disinterest keeping it well out reach of anything that would mar it.

On the surface it seems as if he doesn’t care about much of anything when in actuality he has a tendency to care too much and he knows it; this is why he doesn’t allow himself to become too involved with people/things, and certainly not attached them.

By his estimation, having to navigate the internal hellscape that’s always left behind whenever he’s inevitably let down isn’t at all worth anything that may be gained. A cynical outlook to be sure, but no one’s ever accused him of being anything other than a realist.

((…that shit with his brother really left its mark, huh?))

↠ There are only a handful of people who he can call friend in truth; dude’s got more ‘associates’ than anything, and tbh he could do without like 90% of those.

What’s more, the people within this already minuscule number are winnowed even further if you’re talking about those he trusts completely.

This wall that he has erected around himself also serves as a test of sorts, though very few are ever able to pass it, if they can even be bothered to try.

Most don’t care to look beyond the persona that he projects, and he thinks that to be fair enough, all things considered. If the tables were turned he’d hardly think such a stubborn, snarky individual to be worth the effort either.

And yet he cannot help but to hope that there’s somebody out there who’ll actually want to make the climb and push pass all of his various (and somewhat vicious) layers of defense until they’re able to see him in truth.

Since he’s gotten older he’s taken steps to try to make the journey less perilous, but by his own reckoning, there isn’t much about him to recommend as a friend let alone a partner.

And even with all the effort he’s put into toning down the more antagonistic qualities of his personality over the years, he still knows that he can be more abrasive than what most find palpable, but dammit he’s trying—what more can be asked of him?

↠ While he’s far from being the worst person he knows, he’s well aware of the fact that he’s not everybody’s cup of tea. This leads to an annoyingly contradicting dichotomy within him, where he wants people to want him, but when they show any interest in getting to know him he’s instantly suspicious of their motivations.

The inferiority complex that he’s still yet to shake never fails to rear its ugly head whenever someone tries to get close to him. Perceiving himself as he does, he always ends up assuming that the person has an ulterior motive.

Do they want what little prestige he can provide? Or maybe they’re using him to get to one of his more popular (and far better liked) teammates/friends? Do they want a tutor or a carpool buddy or something equally annoying? It has to be something along those lines because he just cannot see himself as having any worth outside of what he can potentially provide.

↠ So when you come along with your soft smiles and genuine interest and open hands, and seamlessly make a place for yourself in his life, well…

I wouldn’t call him shook per say as he’s more confused than anything. Yeah, confused, but with like a mildly hostile edge lol. He—as well as the observing world at large—cannot figure out why you stick around him.

In the beginning he questions you about this a lot; that you constantly give him non-answers doesn’t help matters.

It’s not as if you’re trying to be annoying (well most of the time, anyway), but rather because you honestly cannot say what it was that drew you to the towering blond in the first place.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to be perpetually smirking, like he was in on a joke that you were not yet privy to.

Or maybe it was the confidence that he exuded as he moved throughout his day, shoulders back and pretty face at once impassive and slightly putout, as if pursuing higher education were a chore that was forced upon him.

Though rarely heard the husk of his laugh or the more often seen judge-y arch of his brow were also alluring in their own ways, and thusly good candidates.

But there was also the flash of something solemn and aching that you’d sometimes see buried within the gold of his eyes. There and gone in the span of a blink, it called out to some part of you that ached similarly, steadily drawing you into his orbit until you were a part of it, ever circling around him like a newly captured satellite and forever changing the landscape of his personal sky.

↠ There’s just something about Kei Tsukishima—something beautiful and special and wonderful—that just does it for you. If you’re prone to romance you might say your connection is kismet, but never having been one given to fatalism he doesn’t view it this way at all.

At first you’re just a person that he made the mistake of acknowledging once and now he can’t seem to get rid of you. What’s really wild tho is that after a while he doesn’t want to get rid of you.

Initially he lets you stick around out of an admittedly malicious curiosity. If you think you’re gonna get something from him—be that help, clout, or one of his friend’s numbers—then you’re in for a very rude awakening.

But ofc you never ask for anything like that. In fact the only thing you ever seem to want from him is him. Just his time and company, and nothing more.

↠ Even when he’s at his prickliest you stick around, giving him as good as you get and never hesitating to tell him when he’s gone too far.

Verbal sparring quickly becomes a hallmark of your acquaintanceship and honestly he finds it refreshing. It’s so nice to be able to go back and forth with someone without them taking offense to the least little thing.

((You really do have to have some thick skin if you’re gonna be friends with this guy, imo; even when he likes you he’s still a smart-mouthed little shit, that’s just the way he’s built.))

No matter how much time you’ve spent together up to this point he still refuses to call you anything more than an acquaintance because you haven’t earned a more substantial title–

Yet.

He can definitely feel it looming on the horizon like some great and inescapable inevitability. Naturally he bucks against this, but with every day that passes and you’re still there he just… starts to accept it with a wary sort of resignation lmao. (Like boy. Just let someone care about you, ffs…)

↠ But even with all of your persistence and consistence of personality, and how well you get on because of it, he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He’s totally convinced that you’re just biding your time, but if you want to play the long game that’s more than fine by him. Tearing you down will be all the sweeter the closer you think you are to your ultimate goal.

He could, and probably should, be doing something better with his time, but the part of him that enjoys riling people up won’t allow for him to bow out of this silent battle. It’s a level of petty that he hasn’t engaged in in a long while (and one that he wishes he was beyond, honestly) but it’s also the only reasonable explanation.

Yeah, that has to be it because the alternative is him actually enjoying your company (the horror *rolls eyes hard*).

And Kei Tsukishima does not enjoy people’s company, he endures it–

–and yet you’re not proving to be nearly the burden you should.

↠ I picture Tsukki to be a very inward looking person, so the minute he actually acknowledges that there’s some sort of feelings there he takes the time to sit down and examines them.

He goes into things hoping—praying—that at most he’ll come out with a new friend and not a gd crush, but… lmfao.

Cue silent panicking because wtf, he did not ask for this and he cannot return it because he lost the goddamn receipt.

↠ Ngl, he ends up ghosting you hardcore in an attempt to purge you from his system. It’s a total communications blackout and a nearly perfect physical one too.

If you got classes together he’ll purposefully slip in at the last minute and take a seat as far away from you as possible, only to be the first one out the door when the professor dismisses you (and with those long ass legs of his ain’t no way you’re catching up lol).

He’ll completely tear his whole schedule apart just to stay away from you, and if it’s unavoidable he’ll just straight out ignore you.

It’s like you’re less than air to him, and if not for the annoyed (and mildly terrified) look he deigns to toss your way whenever you approach him you’ll actually think you’re invisible to him.

This goes on for the better part of a week before you finally give up on things altogether. He clearly doesn’t want you around, he won’t even so much as grunt in your general direction, let alone tell you what’s wrong, so as far as you can tell there’s no way to fix things.

His complete rejection cuts straight into the heart of you, but there’s nothing for it, it seems.

↠Ofc he notices your absence immediately—and how could he not, when the brightest object in his sky suddenly blinks out of existence?—but the relief he thought he’d feel is just as absent.

His feelings for you are scary and gangly and hard to manage, oftentimes leaving him mentally fatigued if he thinks on them too long (and he’s literally always thinking about them—about you), but not having you near hollows him out in a way that he never thought possible.

He soon realizes that the echoing ache that comes with the distinct lack of you in his day-to-day is a pain that he cannot bear indefinitely, but thanks to his actions he very well may have to.

But that’s just the cynic in him talking, he’s sure. You’re not so unforgiving of a person that you wouldn’t grant him a second chance, should he prove worthy of one, but… He’s never been great with these kinds of situations.

He wishes he could say that he doesn’t know what to do, but that’d be a boldfaced lie. He knows that he needs to apologize for being such a dick, to grovel at your feet and lay the whole of his heart bear and hope that even if you don’t return his feelings that you’ll at least understand them—understand him—and allow him a second chance at being a part of your life.

He doesn’t even care in what capacity you want him there, he just knows that he’s not whole when you’re not near.

↠ Unfortunately for him these revelations do little for him on their own.

Cue Hell Week 2: The Electric Boogaloo.

This poor, emotionally repressed boy is totally beside himself. Apologies aren’t really something he does as he’s always been more of the ‘acts of service’ type when it comes to such matters. He much prefers to gift the wronged party something that shows he’s sorry so that he doesn’t have to actually say it.

He’s not overly fond of admitting when he’s fucked up, but he knows that you deserve at least that much after the shit he pulled.

But at the same time he doesn’t know how to approach you, doesn’t even know if you want to hear what he has to say. You’ve dropped him just as completely as he’d done to you, and it makes him ache all the more to know that the inadequacy and pain that’s rolling around in chest and gut both has to be similar to what he made you feel back at the start of all of this—tho he’s sure that it was worse for you since you didn’t know why he’d done it–

And gdi he’s really fucked up, hasn’t he? Majorly so…

↠ About three days into this mess you start to notice the wear-and-tear, but much like him you don’t know if he’ll accept any sort of offerings of help.

But by the fifth day, when he’s looking so worn and broken with his dark circles and weary slouch and sad, sad eyes that makes you ache to see, you decide that you don’t really care.

You were friends once, would still be if you had your way, so you have to at least try. If he rejects you this time you vow to leave things along once and for all, but if not…

Thing’s will never be the way there were before, but if there’s even the slightest chance that you can make things better then you’re definitely gonna take it.

↠ You end up swinging by his place that night, and though he’s clearly surprised to see you he doesn’t hesitate to let you in. Taking a page from his book, you don’t bother with pleasantries, choosing instead to get right into things.

The conversation that follows is… messy to say the absolute least.

Lots of feelings, lots of angry outbursts because on his part he doesn’t know what to do with said feelings while you’re also still hurting as well, but eventually everything is dragged out into the open.

When you finally find out why he acted the way that he did you honestly want to slap him upside the head—probably would if he didn’t look like death warmed over at the moment.

A crush is not a valid reason to ghost someone like that, except it kinda is now that you better understand how he ticks.

He still isn’t sure if he can sustain a relationship with you at this point, but he would at least like to be a better friend to you, if you’re willing to give him a second chance, which you are.

↠ If you didn’t have romantic feelings for him before, you certainly will once he gets done lol. Dude starts unconsciously courting you, and it’s just so sweet?

He’s always got a drink waiting for you before your earliest class/shift/whatever it is that gets you up at such ungodly hours (which is hella weird since you know for a fact that he doesn’t have to be up for at least another hour himself), is always the first to offer you his jacket whenever you look the least bit cold, and he makes an effort to walk with you whenever he can (which is more often than his schedule really should allow for).

He texts you more, invites you to hang out whenever you’re both free, and is way nicer than you remember him being.

When you used to have your little back and forths before The Ghost-ening (he really hates when you call it that, but it’s also accurate so he doesn’t really think he has the right to ask you to stop lol) there was always a possibility of him going too far in the wrong direction, but now he seems to be taking special care to avoid prodding at any sensitive topics.

And when he feels the need to reprimand you he’s far more understanding than he would otherwise be.

Ofc none of this is to say that he doesn’t still get at you because, well, it’s Tsukki, but where his words always used to have a slight edge to them before, now they’re more teasing than anything—one could even call it flirty.

It’s a big departure from his usual M.O., but you can’t say you’re opposed.

↠ The pair of you are basically dating without dating for months, and when you jokingly point this out to him he just kinda shrugs and says that you should probably go ahead and make it official. He doesn’t like the way the barista at your usual haunt keeps eyeing you anyway.

You’re actually at said café on this fateful day, and the barista in question just so happens to be working which is really fortunate–

For Kei, that is.

He makes direct, piercing eye contact with this poor, unfortunate soul as he stakes his claim with kisses pressed from your palm to your wrist, flashing them his signature smirk-n-brow quirk combo when he finally pulls away.

The whole scene leaves you rolling your eyes even as you feel your skin heating from how flustered the sudden display of affection has left you.

He’s so petty, and when you tell him as much he doesn’t even try to deny it because “–you kinda love me for it, yeah?”

↠ ((Annnnnd—end scene lmao))

↠ Despite what his demeanor would lead one to think, the boy’s ‘bout as whipped as a meringue. What’s more he’s low-key proud of it.

And why shouldn’t he be? He’s got an amazing partner and you in turn have him—you’ve both scored big, and the haters can die jealous lol.

Besides, you’re just as wrapped around his finger as he is yours, so it’s not as if loving you has left him at a deficit; if anything you’ve improved both him and his life in ways that he didn’t even know he needed.

↠ God help anyone who has anything to say about your relationship, his resulting drastic shift in personality (that’s you-specific, naturally), or oh dear lord—you.

Generally prying/teasing comments will garner one of his usual cuttingly snarky replies, but if they bring you specifically into the mix…

He’s p. sure that you can’t actually murder someone with your words, but there’s a first time for everything and he’s certainly not above trying lmao.

But this is all only tangentially related so let’s move on. ((she says as if the last 3.4k+ words weren’t a big ass digression))

↠ When he’s dealing with you he transforms all of the insults that he would usually dole out into compliments. But this isn’t to say that he’s the type to praise you endlessly like Sho or Noya; he’s more like Kags in that he just states things as facts.

You’d be wise to never voice that particular observation tho—him being like Kageyama, that is—unless you like dealing with nearly 6 and a half feet of pouty blocker.

He’s not nearly so lanky as he was back in high school, and he’ll use the whole of his new bulk to squish you into an apology lmao.

But he is like his former teammate, at least in this small way, and he needs to accept it. Like Kags he’ll just say things in a tone that brokers no argument, and if you didn’t believe it before you certainly will once he’s done with you.

And he’s a persistent fucker too, so if you insist on being stubborn he’ll go heads up with your insecurities and self-doubt until you finally see yourself the way he does—the way you always should have.

He’s got first-hand experience with lacking confidence, and he never wants to see his love hurting in any capacity, but especially that soul sucking way that low self-esteem has about itself.

↠ One of the things he’s esp. big on is making sure that you know just how smart you really are.

Intelligence comes in many forms, but sadly only the academic variant seems to get any consistent recognition and praise.

Yes, it’s v. cool and useful to be classically smart, and he most certainly adores you if you are, but he also appreciates the mastery of skills, hobbies, etc.

It doesn’t matter if you’re the second coming of Einstein, a literal pogchamp, or can speak flower fluently—he’s gonna make sure that you and the world as a whole know how adept you are.

That said he’s not really the type to brag on you to per se as he prefers to let your accomplishments speak for themselves majority of the time. Like he’ll make mention of it then leave others to fawn over you as well they should.

Still, if he thinks you’re not getting your due, or worst yet—someone’s trying to take credit for you hard work—he’ll rectify that ish with the quickness.

“Really? That was your doing? Hm. You hardly seem capable of such a thing, to be completely honest. My sweetheart, on the other hand, could accomplish that easily. Already has, actually. In fact this feat that you’re trying to take credit for—yeah, that was all them. It’s pretty sad, if you ask me, leeching off of other people’s hard work like that, but I suppose that somebody as sorry as you would never get any recognition otherwise.”

↠ All said with that little smirk that leaves the masses wanting to pop him one (not that they’d ever be foolish enough to try because look at him—stature aside, you know how dead his eyes can get lol—and you wanting to kiss him stupid. I swear, it really isn’t fair how well he wears the whole ‘cocky bastard’ look 😩

↠ Tsukki’s love… it just is. Like the air that flows through your lungs or the sun that warms your skin, it’s something so intrinsic to your life that once you’ve got it, you’ll never be able to imagine living without it.

Shoyo Hinata will always make sure that you feel motivated. || WC: ~2.4k

↠ Shoyo Hinata certainly lives up to his name because baby boy is actual human sunshine.

↠ …he’s also an unwitting agent for chaos, but we love him in spite of—or maybe even because of—it.

↠ But for all of his energy and occasional dumbassery, he’s quite observant, a thing that serves him well in many facets of his life.

He picks up the smallest details about a person and stores them away.

Everything from habits, likes and dislikes, hopes and fears, and all other manner of sundry—he just hordes these details away like a fucking secret squirrel.

And the weirdest part is that he doesn’t even know that he’s doing it, it’s all subconscious.

It can be a little… disconcerting to say the least.

Luckily for us all he uses his powers for good, always choosing to uplift others whether he actually knows them or not.

Even when he’s scolding people it still ends up being inspirational.

↠ And speaking of his habit of talking to random people because he apparently never grasped the concept of ‘stranger danger’–

↠ Dude’s a social butterfly, making friends with folk whether they want it or not, and more importantly maintaining said friendships.

I mean anyone who can count people like Kenma Kozume and Tobio Kageyama as close friends for as long as Hinata has really must be dedicated to the cause is all I’m saying lmao.

He takes every one of his relationships, be them platonic or romantic, v. seriously, always making sure to do his best by all parties involved.

Honestly that’s the reason the two of you have lasted this long.

↠ People always talk about Kageyama and his one-track mind for all things volleyball like Shoyo Hinata’s not right there with him.

This is the absolute mad lad that low-key abandoned his team in favor of infiltrating a training program that he was not invited to, all with the sole purpose of improving and widening his skill set.

And he cannot even say that he did this without a second thought because this little shit actually sat down and weighed the costs, albeit v. briefly, and ended up following a line of reasoning made no logical sense, imo, but… this is Hinata so that’s about par the course.

Aside from volleyball-related strategizing, he’s always been more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later—maybe’ type.

↠ He throws himself headlong into things more often than not, and while it can seem like a rather reckless trait—because, well, in many cases it is—it’s also very admirable in a way, I think.

He’s not afraid of risk or failure, seeing both as things to be conquered; he doesn’t let anything keep him down for long, is always willing to dust himself off and go at things again and again and again until he finally finds a way through.

He also isn’t one to wait for life to happen for him. If there are no opportunities readily available to him he makes his own—thus him following Tsukki over to Shiratorizawa lmao.

He basically said “Fuck it, Imma do the thing”, because he believed that the potential reward was worth the risk, fallout and consequences be damned.

And that’s saying nothing of the fact that he would’ve followed Kags to the All-Japan YTC if he didn’t have to worry about potentially being arrested.

↠ Dude’s got the biggest himbo/crackhead energy and he’s not afraid to use it to further his goals—that’s it, that’s what I’m trying to establish here.

That dogged determination to always be the best is a double edge sword, but he’s learned to wield it with a deft precision over the years.

It’s one of the things that drew you to him, actually (because lbr, he wears ‘feral and driven’ damn well), and in the time since it has become an essential part of your relationship.

He loves the game, and no doubt about it, but he’s in love with you, so if he gives a hundred percent to volleyball then he can only ever do the same, if not better—always better—by you.

↠ He’s a natural hypeman who has a particular love for making his boo feel like they’re perpetually on top of the gd world, so he’s p. much gassing you up 24/7, and yet somehow it never feels fake or forced?

It’s such a big part of who he is as a person as well as your relationship’s dynamic that, I dunno—it just works.

Add to that his natural cataloging of people and it’s no surprise that he’s always the first person to know when your mood’s starting to deteriorate.

Even the smallest, most inconsequential change in your usual behavior will raise his antenna, which will in turn activate his ‘Cheer My Baby Up!!’ protocols lol.

Ofc he understands that some days you’re just not with it, and that’s okay! Not every day can be a great day, unfortunately, but dammit if he won’t try to make each one as good as possible for you both.

This usually comes in the form of him doing little things for you to make things easier, and lots of reminders of how much he adores, admires, and respects you.

Still, sometimes compliments and encouragement just don’t hit the way they should, this he knows. Sometimes life just takes it out of you, dulling the sparks in your eyes to mere glimmers that can barely be seen.

Whenever he notices that happening his reaction’s immediate, and a little… over the top, lbr.

↠ Inspiration’s flame going out? Oh his watch?? Oh hell to the no, we don’t do that here.

So congratulations, you now have your own personal cheerleader/motivational speaker lmao. Not that he wasn’t already filling those roles before, mind you, but now he’s going at it ten times as hard.

Idk how he does it, but he always manages to say the right thing at the right time. Stuff that would no doubt feel hella corny and-or disingenuous coming from someone else always sound perfect when it falls from his smiling lips.

And he’s always so sincere with it too. Like you know it’s not just empty flattery and fluff—he really does think you’re more than capable of accomplishing your tasks and reaching your goals, and if you want and-or need it, he’s definitely more than willing to help you every step of the way.

V. much the type to sit down with you and make a game plan if you’re feeling lost. As I said before, he’s generally more of a doer than a thinker, but as he’s gotten older he’s learned the value of at least having a general outline of what needs doing.

This is definitely something he learned from Suga, btw. In fact he’s picked up more than a few of the former VC’s more responsible habits…

…and some of his more questionable ones too (second coming of the memelord, gods help them all).

Grant it, if left to his own devices said plans will look like an actual game plan more befitting a locker room huddle, and that’s if you’re lucky. If you’re not think the Underpants Gnomes business model lol.

But! That’s why you’re here, yeah? I’m sure that between the two of you you’ll be able to come up with something a bit more comprehensive, and if not… Well you tried and therefore no one should criticize you.

↠ But if it’s just good ol’ fashion verbal motivation that you need then he’s most certainly got you!

He’ll remind you of how amazing/talented/brilliant you are at every turn, even going so far as to have a queue of encouraging texts scheduled and at the ready if he can’t be there to say it all to you in person for whatever reason.

((Such a good, precious baby, omg… ;n;))

↠ He has definitely recorded videos of him literally cheering you on.

In one such video he maaay or may not have been wearing an actual cheerleader uniform, complete with a cute lil pleated skirt that did an amazing job of highlighting how ridiculously shapely his legs are. He would’ve gone with the male variant, but that was all they had at the store, so yeah lmao.

((I very much believe that dude’s more than secure enough in his everything to rock a skirt if he so chooses, but anyway…))

He also maaay or may not have roped the other MSBY guys into his shenanigans as well—not that Bo or Tsumu really needed much convincing tbh lol. It’s any reason to make a scene with those two, plus neither of them were willing to concede the title of Best Legs* without a fight, so they definitely donned the uniform as well, and lucky you, you get to help judge them later.

…that was sarcasm, they’re all sensitive wittle cwybabies, it was nearly 30 solid minutes of hell lmao. God, they’re so embarrassing (affectionate).

Barnes, Thomas, and Inunaki didn’t put on the whole getup, but they did wave pom-poms as they said a few kind words. Meian gave you a thumbs-up and an enthusiastic “I know you can do it!”, and Sakusa…

Well when the camera panned to him he just stared blankly for a beat before telling you to “Do better.” To this day you still aren’t sure if it was meant to be his brand of encouragement or if he was telling you to pick a better partner lmfao…

↠ But if words and vids just aren’t cutting it Shoyo isn’t above bribing you after a fashion.

Food and other various gifts can and will be provided upon completion of your task and not a moment sooner.

He maybe soft for you, but he doesn’t think that he could say with any truth that he loves you if he facilitates your slacking, so don’t expect him to bend on this.

And if that doesn’t work he’ll propose a little bet. Given his drive to win, everything and always, he sees these as being the ultimate of motivators, and with prizes like impromptu date nights, massages, and the like he’s not wrong.

Ofc these are all things that you get as often as your schedules will allow for, but still—it’s nice to have a light at the end of the tunnel, yanno?

↠ Regardless of what finally motivates you, he’s gonna give you the biggest, tightest hug ever once you’re done.

“See honey? You made it through just like I knew you would! I’m so proud of you!!”

↠ Said between a flurry of kisses being peppered over the whole of your face and neck.

↠ He’s gonna drown you in his affections, anchoring you in the tempest that his adoration with the weight of his love.

↠ And Sho’s love—well, it’s certainly a lot, but it’s never too much.

|| Bonus: *Concerning the title of Best Legs

↠ Kay, so, initially the three of them are content with just having their partners judge the impromptu contest, but someone (probably, no definitely Sakusa) makes a comment about how that won’t work.

At best it’ll end up as a draw, at worst an argument if someone’s s/o decides to vote for anyone but their man.

They all go full surprised Pikachu before realizing that that makes a lot of sense, actually.

Tho Sakusa had been hoping that’d be the end of things he was sadly mistaken, and when he looks back on it he’ll realize that what follows is p. much his fault. Like at least 70% his doing.

↠ They need more judges, and their teammates are right there.

Aside from their partners (and the people who run and-or follow those weirdly specific stan accounts), who else has really seen their legs up close? Who else knows what they’re capable of? Really, it’s only natural that the other guys get in on this.

Said teammates are too used to their particular brand of foolishness to be anything but amused, so they go along with it with little fuss.

What’s more they take their commission seriously as anything less will end with them being there far longer than what anyone would want lol.

↠ And so, with the judges’ panel now fully staffed, the boys get to work.

Tsumu already has the perfect catwalk playlist complied on Spotify, and literally nobody is surprised by this.

Cue them all strutting their stuff to the bass boosted beats. And they can’t just walk and pose like normal because that would be too much like right.

There are high kicks, bad attempts at twerking because why tf not, and a display of flexibility from Bokuto that leaves you questioning everything you thought you knew about human anatomy.

At one point they all form a can-can line and Sho almost hyper extends his leg when he tries to kick as high as his taller teammates.

There would be so much blackmail footage if these idiots had the least bit of shame, but ofc they don’t, so…

↠ There’s also a fair bit of arguing, naturally.

It starts off good-natured enough, but towards the end they legit start to get heated and that’s when the captain (who honestly should be getting hazard pay or at least overtime for this) calls for the vote.

With 13 people in total (because they really wanted to vote for themselves, ig) a tie shouldn’t be possible, but Sakusa recuses himself from this bit of foolishness fairly early on (way to cause a problem and then take away the solution there buddy lmfao).

This leaves poor Meian to be the deciding vote. Not wanting to deal with a pair of pouting idiots, he decides to make things even by voting for Atsumu (who’s beyond scandalized that he doesn’t have a sweeping victory; mans really thought that you and Bo’s s/o were gonna vote for him from the very start lmaooo).

P. much everyone knows why he does it, tho Tsumu will never admit to getting a pity vote, and god help anyone who ever mentions it—which is all of them at every given opportunity because literally none of them are scared of him lmao.

↠ What they don’t know, however, is that the good captain is positive that he has the best legs and ass out of the whole of the team and honestly? He ain’t wrong, lol…

Tadashi Yamaguchi will always make sure that you feel heard. || WC: 2.7k~

One last CW for talks of childhood bullying and the effects there of. It’s a common theme throughout the whole of the HC, but the bulk of it will be marked with a ‼ (2 in total) if you would rather skip it.

↠ To be perfectly honest, Tadashi’s one of those characters that I didn’t really think about all that much until this HC forced me to, and ya know what? I actually kinda like him a lot!

He’s just such a good lil bean—well when he isn’t being a little co-signing shit, anyways.

Suffice it to say I have a lot of Thoughts™ about the state of his and Tsukki’s relationship. Big, blonde meanie is corrupting my child with his snark lmao.

That, ofc, is overstatement. Tadashi is his own person, this I know, but it must be said that their dynamic isn’t always the healthiest; I don’t really fault either of them for that tho.

They’re both still young at the start of things, and they’ve each got their share of issues and are just looking to make it through.

As they get older and grow, both emotionally and mentally, I like to think that things stabilize into something more sustainable/healthy. It’s already started happening in-show actually.

I really think that little confrontation they had during the Tokyo Expedition Arc was a big turning point for them as individuals as well as friends, but that’s a HC for another day.

↠ All that said, his tendency to be follower really is his worst/most self-stifling trait.

I have to assume that since he goes on to be captain during his third year that he comes into his own after a fashion—in fact I’m already seeing shades of change in him on the show, and I’m living for it—but for a long time he relied on others to buoy him.

Again, nothing necessarily wrong with that when it’s done from time to time, but in his case it was far too great a factor in his life for some years there.

I think this is the real reason Tsukishima is always telling him to stop bragging on him. Aside from the fact that it probably does occasionally genuinely annoy/fluster him, he truly cares about his friend and wants him to not only recognize his own accomplishments, but to take pride in them.

But really that’s hard to do when people have been intent on beating you down (both figuratively and literally) from your youngest years.

‼ We all know how cruel and cunning kids can be. Bullies are always able to find the weakest link, and a sweet thing like Tadashi would’ve made for a prime target.

God only knows how long they were getting at him before Tsukki came along, but honestly the bulk of the damage had already been done by then.

All that ‘sticks and stones’ ish is pure and utter fuckery. Words do hurt, badly, especially when they’re aimed at the same tender spots time and again.

And while it’s easy to throw around even more empty platitudes about time’s effect on wounds, in reality that’s just more filler—a nicer way of telling a person to get over it ASAP so that the rest of the world doesn’t have to be inconvenienced by said person’s unprocessed trauma.

‼ Though it does in fact have the capacity to heal, the ever advancing force that is time can just as easily be a destructive one.

If things are left unchecked it’ll run roughshod over past hurts, allowing the poison left behind to spread throughout a person’s system and fester.

I believe that this is what happened with Tadashi. He internalized a lot of what was said about him and it settled heavy in his psyche, growing and metastasizing until there wasn’t much room left for things like self-confidence.

↠ But despite how helpless and useless he so often felt, there was a little flame in him that refused to be snuffed out completely.

I truly believe that being around Kei, aka someone who gives off such a strong ‘never had a fuck to give in the first place’ vibe helped to fan said flame. It certainly thickened his skin if nothing else, maybe even put a bit of steel in his spine.

After a while he was able to shrug off most people’s barbs, which isn’t to say that shit didn’t hurt, but at least he wasn’t holding it as close to his heart as before.

↠ But even without Tsukki’s influence he’d always been so much stronger than he ever knew. Even with as down as he would get on himself, he never gave up the fight completely.

Finally having someone at his back/by his side gave him the time and room he needed to find his footing, and once he did that persistent little flicker that he’d been harboring turned into something more substantial.

He stopped being content with being a spectator of his own damn life and stepped into the role of MC. He was still a timid little thing, sure, but he was determined to be more than what everyone said he was.

That’s what drove him to join his middle school’s VBC, and the rest is history as they say.

↠ He certainly seems to become a bit of a go-getter as the years go by.

Dude actually shows a surprising amount of initiative (i.e. his going to Shimada to learn how to float serve, giving Tsukki the business during the training camp, becoming captain, etc.) all things considered, and his determination is more than admirable.

He knows he may not be the most gifted member of the team, but he doesn’t let that stop him from wanting to stand out and do his own thing. He’s always doing his best and giving it his all, and that’s just so *chef’s kiss* Great, awesome, excellent, we love to see it, truly.

I can definitely see that determination as being a major draw for his partner as all that passion and drive is kinda very much so hot, yeah? Especially when put up against his usual sweet and cheery persona, like… That contrast is everything, tbh.

((There’s just something about Soft Boys™ getting that slightly feral gleam in their eye as they come all the way outta pocket and go in hard—stop it, for once I don’t mean it like that ya heathens lmao—that just makes my brain short-circuit))

↠ The confidence that he has now as a young man is a hard earned thing, and it grows a bit more every day. And, much like him, it’s rather gentle in nature. He doesn’t feel the need to be brash or arrogant with it, he’s too grounded in himself for that.

That self-assurance translates over into your relationship as well. Despite what some may think, I don’t see him as being an insecure or jealous partner.

He’s not one for rushing into romantic relationships, so if you’re together the level of trust and respect is too high for that type of foolishness.

↠ That said, he’s not one to shy away from the limelight either.

You can see this at several points throughout S4 especially, with his constantly mentioning how he’d love to be interviewed/hoping that it’ll happen.

There used to be a time when massive amounts of attention would stress him out since it was hardly ever good attention, but once that balance starts to shift he actually finds that he doesn’t mind being a focal point—in fact he kinda likes it.

Admittedly it’s still a bit nerve-wracking, but at the same time he enjoys the rush, if that makes sense? It’s the same feeling he gets when he’s up to serve, that spike of endorphin-laced adrenaline that shoots through him at the whistle’s shrill cry.

And in the same way that he centers himself when he’s on the court, he finds his cool and does his thing when it’s time to speak. It certainly is something to see, esp. given how damn personable he naturally is.

He knows what it’s like to be made to feel awkward in your own skin so he always makes sure to put those around him at ease as best he can.

↠ ((…ya know, I always say that I don’t have a type but it seems as if I do, personality-wise anyways. Asahi, Daichi, Suga, and Tadashi all kinda have the same vibe when it comes to making sure that people feel comfortable, even if they go about facilitating that in different ways. But this is way off topic so let’s move on!))

↠ The man that he is now is leagues away from the timid boy that he once was. It has taken him so long to get to the point where he feels as if his voice actually has weight, and now that he’s arrived he’ll be damned if he allows anyone to take it away from him again in any capacity.

But even with as much as he’s grown he still remembers what it feels like to have your voice go ignored.

For so long nobody ever took him seriously, but then Tsukki came along and while their relationship certainly provided him with certain advantages, being heard wasn’t necessarily one of them.

Now this isn’t to say that it was his friend was purposefully stifling his voice, quite the opposite actually. Kei would often push him to stand up for himself, only stepping in when he saw that the other boy either wouldn’t, or the bullies weren’t taking the hint—both things that were far too common for far too long.

This eventually led to people hearing Tadashi after a fashion, but only because they were afraid of Tsukki’s not-so-silent wrath.

That’s demoralizing af, so it’s no surprise that after a while he got fed up and began to push back.

↠ As he’s gotten older he’s made sure that his voice carries its own weight.

He strives to be respected on his own merits, and wonder of wonders it’s actually happening!

He’s still low-key surprised, but really he shouldn’t be. All that drive and passion that I talked about earlier really shines through, garnering a certain level of respect and even admiration amongst his peers as well as outsiders.

↠ He’s more than willing to fight for you voice just as hard as he fought for his own—harder even, given the fact that he knows full well how difficult finding it can be.

The process he went through was a bit more brute force than what he would’ve liked which is why he makes double sure to be a lot more gentle with you.

Tadashi’s very big on encouragement. He’s always prompting you to speak up (figuratively as well as and literally if you’re a low talker like me lol) and speak out.

He’ll never allow for anyone—your cute little self included—to make you feel as if your voice lacks worth in any capacity, so expect heaps of verbal reassurance. He’s always telling you how much he loves hearing whatever it is you have to say, and always ready to hear more.

In that same vein he’s an excellent listener.

It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about something as heavy as your political beliefs or something as minor as why you prefer one brand of hand soap over another—your views and opinions will always be of great importance to him and he’s gonna make sure that you know it.

↠ I know I literally just said it in the last point, but Imma say it one more time for the people in the back: Tadashi Yamaguchi is the World’s Best Listener!

He will let you go on indefinitely about any topic, actively listening all the while. You won’t just get a bunch of filler words and noncommittal noises from this man, no sir; he asks questions, makes comments, adds on to what you say…

He will literally have whole ass conversations with you about the most random and-or mundane things that last for hours—like there are nights where y’all have legit talked until sunup and honestly would’ve kept going if your bodies allowed for it.

And if chatting the night away with your lover isn’t one of the best feelings in the world idk wft is.

And your rambling never bothers him, btw. Like never ever. It doesn’t matter what it is you’ve hyper-fixated on, he genuinely enjoys listening to you talk about literally anything and everything at any and all times.

↠ But there’s more to the process of finding one’s voice than just having those closest to you listening. There’s a whole wide world out there and Tadashi is gonna make sure that everyone in it hears what you have to say.

That said he absolutely will not stand for someone speaking over you. That shit pisses him off so bad because:

1. The audacity.

And 2. How dare you disregard his lovely partner like that??

Will legit be ready to throw hands, but that poise that I talked about before (as well as the fact that baby boy knows he’s not much of a fighter lol) will see him instead interrupting the offender with just as little regard as they’d shown you.

He can do nasty-nice real well, so he’ll make a comment about how they clearly must not have heard you speaking because they’d never be so rude as to speak over you otherwise, right?

He’ll give them a pointed look then as he waits for an apology—which if the person has any sense of decorum about themselves they’ll definitely give whether they actually want to or not—before turning his attention back to you with one of those heart-stopping smiles as he encourages you to continue.

↠ Things follow along the same line if someone tries to take credit for your idea/joke/etc.

Dude’s spent way too much time around Tsukishima because his response is almost identical to the blond’s, sass and all lmao.

He knows he should probably be more worried about potentially getting his ass beat, but this level of disrespect warrants him coming a bit more out of pocket, he thinks.

Luckily most people aren’t willing to risk jail time for bring fists to an argument, so he’s not been laid out yet, but if looks could kill he’d be donion rings lmao.

Or maybe not given the fact that he’s survived Daichi’s patented Look™, as well as glares from the likes of Kageyama and Tsukki.

↠ But back to you.

↠ If you’re more on the meek and mild side and have a hard time speaking up in front of others, he’ll still (gently) encourage you to try more often than not.

He knows how scary that can be tho, so he won’t push you too hard, but he also wants you to be at your best.

Even though talking to large groups (or small ones or even individuals) can be low-key terrifying, it’s something that you have to get used to to a certain degree, yanno?

But don’t worry because this precious boy will legit hold your hand through the whole thing if you want/need him to.

He does not care what people think, couldn’t care less about anything they have to say about it (which had better not be much unless they want to get verbally eviscerated because as I’ve established, I picture him as the type to get feral af when it comes to his s/o lmao).

However, if you’re ever in a headspace where you just cannot do the thing for whatever reason he’s more than willing to step up and speak for you. Definitely the type to order for you at a restaurant, talk to the customer service people, etc. Stuff like that has never really bothered him much, so it’s all good. But that’s only tangentially related, so let’s move on.

↠ Whenever you actually do push past yourself to say your piece he goes full-on heart eyes, like… He knows how far you’ve come/how much effort you’ve put into things and his heart is just so full it feels like its gonna burst–

“I knew you could do it, love! I’m so very proud of you, you did so good!!”

↠ I don’t see him as being super big on extreme levels of PDA, but you’re definitely gonna get the breath smooched out of you so long as it’s even remotely feasible/appropriate for him to do so. He’s just so full up on his affections for you in that moment and it’s all gotta go somewhere, ya know?

↠ And Tadashi’s affections—his love, for you and you alone—runs so much deeper than either of you will ever truly know if only because he’s yet to find its end.

Tobio Kageyama will always make sure that you feel confident. || WC: 2.7k~

↠ Kags is, as we all well know, a man of few words when it comes to most things.

If it’s something that’s actually able to capture his interest in full, however, he can and will go on about it for hours, deconstructing it down to its most minuscule parts and analyzing the hell out of it until he understands it in its entirety.

For nearly the whole of his life volleyball held the honor of being that which he was most passionate about, but then you happened to him.

And that’s how he describes it, btw. You happened to him—in the best, most beautiful way possible.

↠ Before you came along he wasn’t really one for romantic entanglements. But despite what some may think it was never a matter of him not wanting a relationship, quite the opposite actually.

His brusque mannerisms and intimidating appearance has always belied the soft heart that he keeps tucked well away from the outside world.

Only those closest to him have ever had the distinct pleasure and honor of seeing the well of love and care that he harbors, and even they don’t know its depths in full.

The few attempts at relationships he had prior to meeting you always ended in what he perceived to be a rather abrupt manner, but to his partners was a long time coming.

The common reason cited for their leaving was his continued emotional distance or his hectic schedule which often created led to a literal distancing—tho in most cases it was usually both.

↠ Now the former he could understand and even agree with. Even now he knows that he’s not the most… conventional partner, all things considered.

His bluntness can be overly abrasive at times—hell, communicating in general is a thing that he continues to struggle with to this day.

He still has problems with getting what’s in his head to come out of his mouth in a way that not only makes sense to other people, but doesn’t upset them in one way or another.

And discussing feelings, be them his own or those of others, always trips him up. He’s able to empathize, but knowing when and how to show his concern is something he’s yet to get a good grasp on.

His efforts are usually rather clumsy thanks to his stilted delivery. Most times he just defaults to an awkward back pat and a few generic words, a combination that leaves most recipients with the impression that he doesn’t actually care, but rather is just going through the motions.

↠ But he does care—so, so much—he just doesn’t know how to express it.

He’s so emotionally repressed, tho tbh I don’t really know why that is. Like… is there a canonical reason that comes up later in the series? Or is that just the way he’s wired?

Either way, he takes steps over the years to become a better communicator, and he had honestly thought that he was getting better at things, but three failed relationships say otherwise.

It really gets next to him because he’d been actually trying so damn hard to make things work. He wanted to be good to them, but it’s p. difficult to hold a relationship together when you don’t really know who you yourself are.

He was still so young then, still growing into and learning himself—a process that’s messy for even the most well-adjusted among us, never mind someone as stunted as Kageyama.

So yeah, he can totally understand the whole ‘cold and distant’ thing, because he knows that he came off that way more often than not, and it wasn’t always due to miscommunication.

He also knows that he can be an outright bastard when he wants to (and even when he doesn’t) so, yeah—fair enough.

↠ But as far as his schedule/work ethic’s concerned—well, he’d been v. clear about his personal hierarchy from the start of things, making sure that his partner always knew where they stood in relation to his goals and drive.

A calculated, and somewhat cold move, but no one could ever say that they went into things blind.

But just because he said it doesn’t mean that it was the move, yanno? Like you can’t just tell someone in so many words that they’ll never be at the top of your list of priorities and have it be okay.

Still, he did it and they went for it anyway, so…

But knowing something in theory and living it in practice are two different beasts, so it was really only ever a matter of time before things went south.

↠ In the end they were both at fault in a way; them for thinking that they could change Tobio and-or expecting him to be something he was not, and him for not being able to balance the professional with the personal.

What’s worse is that even after being made aware of this particular shortcoming he wasn’t entirely sure if he could, or if he even wanted to rectify his behavior.

After all, volleyball’s his first love, his dream, his passion, the sum total of his aspirations… His ultimate finish line has always been his being the greatest setter the game has ever seen and there’s little he won’t do or sacrifice to bring about that end.

↠ But despite the harshest of his feelings, he would’ve been lying if he said that each failed attempt didn’t chip away at him.

Tobio Kageyama has always been a man that does not suffer failure gracefully.

Had he been even just a year younger at the time of his last break-up he would have unloaded on them in a most explosive fashion—he certainly had the previous two times, and to call those break-ups messy or even volatile would be an extreme practice in understatement—but what little social grace he had managed to accumulate in the interim saw him internalizing everything instead.

For a good bit after that he gets pretty down on himself, so much so that he resigns himself to eternal bachelorhood. It’s not like he’ll ever be able to give a partner what they’ll want and certainly not what they’ll deserve or need anyway, so really his staying single is the fairest solution to all parties involved, or not involved as the case would be.

He carries on like this for the better part of a year, throwing himself into volleyball with even more vigor than before, working himself to the point of exhaustion day after day so that he won’t have time to think about all of his many emotional/romantic shortcomings.

Naturally it works after a fashion—his routine is lethal and oftentimes leaves him too wrecked to do much more than the bare necessities once he crawls home—but it’s little more than a holding pattern. He’s stuck dead center in his misery and he doesn’t have the first clue as to how to dig himself out.

↠ It isn’t until he has a talk with Ennoshita of all people that he starts to get into a better headspace.

His former captain just happens to run into Kags several years after the setter graduates and he instantly notices that something is off about the guy.

For as long as he’s known him there’s been v. little that can legitimately upset Kageyama that isn’t volleyball (or Hinata) related, and as far as he knows he was doing more than well in that department (with volleyball that is, tho his friendship with the hyperactive hitter is as strong as ever). That means that whatever it is that’s eating away at him has to be big.

It really bothers him, seeing the usually unflappable setter so out of sorts, so he does what any good friend would do and invites him to lunch.

He honestly isn’t actually expecting to get much of anything out of the younger man when he asks him what’s up, but…

The phrase ‘word vomit’ comes to mind.

Kags absolutely spews all of his worries and doubts onto Ennoshita, and to this day he cannot say what possessed him to do so. He hasn’t even told Hinata the full story and that dweeb’s not only his best friend, but nosy as all hell.

He had resolved to keep all of this to himself, and yet here he is, eyes stinging with barely contained tears as he tells the whole of his romantic life’s story to a guy that he hasn’t talked to in over five years.

The reply that he gets is surprisingly succinct when compared to the deluge he had released, and it hits him in a way that he isn’t expecting.

“It seems as if you need a perspective shift. None of this is… ideal but constantly focusing on everything you did wrong won’t get you anywhere. All you can really do now is learn from your mistakes. Take this as an opportunity to grow into the type of partner—the type of person—that you want to be and go from there.”

((Ugh, we love a king who’s not only good with his words, but also has common sense!!))

Ennoshita’s advice isn’t groundbreaking by any means, but Tobio finds a distinct sort of beauty amongst the simplicity. What’s more it’s a concept that he’s already familiar with, tho he hadn’t thought to apply it outside of the court.

After all, a failure is only a failure in truth if you refuse to learn from it.

↠ So while all of those failed relationships may have taken their toll, they do help to make him into a better man in the long run—one that is ready, willing, and able to love you (and be loved) the way you both need and deserve.

↠ With you he’s found a happy medium, tho to those outside of your relationship it probably still looks skewed, but that’s only because it is.

You’re the first and only person he’s ever been willing to put before volleyball, but in turn you’re very careful to never take advantage of your privileged position. You understand and respect his drive, and that goes a long way in helping to facilitate your relationship’s success.

You give him leave to invest as much time as he needs into honing his craft, but the reason you feel comfortable in doing so is because you know that he’s determined to make you a priority.

Your date nights may not be as frequent as you’d like, but that’s because he’s always careful to plan them for days when he knows he can give you his undivided attention—and to date he’s yet to cancel a single one.

↠ But what your relationship lacks in quality time is more than made up for in a myriad of other ways, both little and big.

Kags has taken the time to learn you completely—from your favorite meal, to what songs never fail to get you to dancing, to the distinct way your sleep-laden body curls around him at night.

He takes all of this acquired knowledge and uses it to make your life as convenient as possible while he’s away.

You never run out of anything, ever. It just does not happen. Your groceries? Delivered just as you’re thinking about making a store run. Your car? Always gassed up.

Your Spotify and Steam accounts always stay topped up, you’ve got a grip of gift cards to your favorite spots, and you may or may not have a body pillow that he’s infused with his signature scent.

((Just imagine this precious bby spooning the fuck outta said pillow over the course of a week for, and I quote, “maximum scent infusion”, like akdjawnhfa… Boy. Stop being so damn cute, please.))

If he can do it for you he absolutely will. Several people have told him this makes him, at the very least, simp-adjacent, but–

↠ It is not humanly possible for him to give less of a fuck about what anyone has to say about your relationship lmao…

↠ Meaning as much as you do to him, he just doesn’t understand how you cannot always perceive just how amazing you truly are, like???

Have you met yourself?

You’re just so… you. That’s really the highest compliment he can give because as far as he’s concerned you’re everything.

He wouldn’t be nearly so taken with you if you were anything less than the beautiful, brilliant, wonderful, kind, patient, and loving person that you are.

He may not always know why you’re feeling a certain way, but he certainly senses the change. He’s very sensitive to your moods, and over time he gets better at not only reading them but responding accordingly.

…sadly this doesn’t really transfer to those outside of his core group, so yanno, RIP to like 99.99% of the human population lmao.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s always polite enough, but he’s still prone to miscommunications that often lead to misconceptions of him as a person. Outsiders still think him cold and single minded to the point of obsession, but he hasn’t been that type of person in years.

But I’m getting off track (as usual), so let’s refocus.

↠ If your confidence ever takes a hit for whatever reason expect him to rectify that ish in short order.

Looping back around back to what I said at the very start, Kags is prone to reticence when it comes to most things. The two biggest exceptions to this are you and volleyball, in that order.

Ngl, he kinda really does go full simp when he gets to talking about you to his friends/family. You know that low-key crackhead energy that he’d get when he and Hinata used to strategize together way back when? Yeah, it’s kinda like that, but he’s talking about how much he adores you instead of plays and shit.

He won’t even realize how animated he’s becoming, too focused on telling an anecdote about one of your recent endeavors. And it’s so weird for them to see him so jazzed, but it’s also really sweet and endearing and so very wholesome to witness.

But gods help them all if anyone dares to comment on it, be it teasing or not. He’s either gonna go nuclear or clam up, there is no in between.

“They really are amazing, the best thing that’s ever happened to me, really. I don’t know what I’d do without them and I hope I never have to find out.”

*Cue a chorus of aww’s that kinda makes him want to forcibly eject his soul from his body*

But despite his best efforts he’s never been able to achieve that so he settles for disassociating instead lmfao.

Has definitely threatened—and then promptly tried to—throat punch Tanaka when he was getting at him for mooning over you. The only thing that saved the former ace was Daichi’s swole ass and his quick reaction time.

Meanwhile the ex-captain is low-key regretting this little reunion, and given that this is the sixth fight he’s stopped between half as many people in less than an hour who can blame him?

And then, just when things have finally calmed some Suga says “That escalated quickly” and now everybody’s trying to keep Dai from strangling the man that is supposed to be his best friend lmao…

↠ But again, I digress.

↠ As happy as he is to sing your praises he’s not one to release a deluge of words when it comes to heavier matters like this. Rather he speaks frankly and with that absolute conviction that he has about himself.

He always sounds so damned assured as he reminds you of who you are simply because, as far as he’s concerned, he’s just spitting facts.

The words are delivered with such confidence that you’ll be hard pressed to argue with him, but if you’re insistent on being down on yourself then honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

The intensity that he usually reserves for those on the opposite side of the net is turned on you, albeit it in the most loving way possible.

He will not rest until you’re full up on self-confidence and all the assurance that your frame can contain.

↠ Kageyama’s love is the reassurance of a calloused palm pressed flush against your own, one that you know will never fall away no matter what.

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