#Maybe I am doing it for attention. hoping that someone will read this dumb little cry for help and at least tell me that I'll be alright

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 1: Rimming

Paring: Kakashi Hatake x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Rimming DUH, anal fingering, teasing, slight begging, little bottom twinky fuck me daddy feminine male reader, no actual sex, enemies to lovers? I think that's it

Word Count: 1,307

Fuck him. Fuck his pretty silver hair that I just want to run my hands through while he eats my ass, his muscular form that must have been crafted by the sage of six paths himself, his beautiful attention catching eye, his mysterious mask, his (what I hope is) insanely large dick. Just fuck the whole thing (I wish).

Of course, the only person you could be thinking of is the one and only Kakashi Hatake, copy ninja of the leaf, and the hottest mother fucker to ever exist. Oh god did you have an obsession with him. Having wet dream after wet dream about him, screaming his name while masturbating, and it doesn't help that you catch him staring at you all the time almost as much as he catches you staring at him.

This whole obsession started a month ago when you saw him reading one of his goddamn sex books in the middle of the street. You walked over to him and asked why he was reading erotica in a VERY public place, and he just looked at you "Because it's hot." he stated matter-of-factly. The nerve of some people, from then on you two would see each other walking around, say hi, go your respective ways. It's been that way ever since; stolen glances and fuck me eyes since.

Until now. You were done with man after man not fulfilling you like you think he may be able to, maybe, it's a complete guess but he just gives off the vibe. Anyway, you saw him reading his demented sex shit again when you decided to make your fantasies a reality once and for all. You walk behind the bench he was sitting on and read the words on the page and HOLY SHIT IT'S GAY RIMMING. You mentally scream into the pillow like a 15-year-old girl who just found out her crush is available, which is kind of like what's going on.

"Uhm, can I help you?" Kakashi questions in his horny inducing voice, with a little annoyance sprinkled in through all the underwear wetting.

"Oh sorry, am I disturbing a public jack off sesh." You coldly state with a smirk on your face, hand doing a little masturbation gesture.

"Do you mind." he says rhetorically, the twinge of annoyance from earlier much more noticeable now.

"If you didn't want someone to talk to you then why are you reading 'that' on a public bench in the middle of the street again?" you sassily question.

"Because I wanted to read outside, privately." He answers, you look at him like he's the dumbest man in the whole world.

"Then why, in the absolute fuck, are you reading in the street you attention whore." you rhetorically ask, the previous sass now developed into genuine frustration as you walk around the bench to be right in front of him.

"That's cute coming from you." he chuckles.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" you ask.

"Don't act dumb, you have been trying to get into my pants for weeks now." he exclaims, you start to blush, ensuring that what he said is true.

"Don't act so high and mighty with me. I've seen you look at me too bitch." you state. He stands up, his large frame completely dwarfing you, his eyes almost angry. You do a cartoonish and audible gulp, the fear enhancing the horniness.

It's quiet for a while until he leans down,

"And what of it" he whispers in your ear and grabs you ass tightly, not caring if anyone sees. You let out a soft yelp at the sudden sign of attraction. You're completely stunned, not knowing what to do. He realizes this and before you can think any more, he holds you close and grabs your ass tighter and whispers,

"My place." It wasn't even a question or a request, it was a demand. One that even given the choice you wouldn't say no to.

Before you know it you're already on your way to Kakashi's place. He's giving you a piggyback ride to save time, and because he wants that juicy cake as quickly as possible, his mind is going crazy with your legs wrapping around him.

Finally, you make it to his place and immediately you both rush into his room. Right when you both enter you get off his back and onto the bed. Your legs spread as he takes off both your pants and underwear and tosses them both to the side.

"Now, turn around and bend over." already making demands and he hasn't even bought you dinner yet, not that you care because without a single moment of hesitation you are already on your hands and knees.

Without warning he immediately put his long skilled digit into your readily awaiting hole. He moves slowly as he starts to open you up. All the while you let out quiet moans.

"Your little moans are so cute." he said. Suddenly you feel a second finger enter you. He stays at the same excruciatingly slow pace. While he's pumping his fingers, he starts to feel the rest of your ass, rubbing it sensually and squeezing at the sensitive skin.

He puts in the third finger and his speed starts to pick up. Now your moans start to get louder as his three fingers stay at a steady and quick speed. He pumps them in and out over and over with precise repetition.

his fingers start to curl inside you, twisting and turning inside you perfectly. It's at this point that you are officially a moaning mess. The all too familiar feeling churns into your stomach. His fingers start turning and hitting your sweet spot consistently.

Then the feeling of relief washes over you as his fingers twist and hit your spot for the final time. You let out a loud moan and crash into the bed, cumming without even him putting his dick in you.

But he wasn't satisfied with just feeling inside you as he picked you up and brought you to your hands and knees again.

"Not yet sweetheart." he says as he starts to rub and massage your ass cheeks, caressing them to his desire. He gives you a quick and sharp spank, you cry out in pleasure from the surprise as he watches you ass jiggle in awe.

He puts his mask down and licks your ass, putting small and harmless love bites from time to time. Each lick and bite getting closer and closer to your hole. You start begging him to just devour you already. "Please, god I've fantasized about this please." you cry out, wanting, no, craving for his tongue.

"Well since you asked so nicely." he calmly states, though you can tell the excitement in his voice, aware that he wants this too. He licks lines on your cheek until FINALLY taking small licks on your entrance. Your spine chills in anticipation and pleasure and your breathing becomes shaky.

He licks languid circles on your entrance slowly. His hands are still caressing the rest of your ass. Your legs are shaking due to the stimulation and your cock is as hard as can be. He stops his simple licking and finally puts his tongue in your ass.

It starts off slowly but develops quickly into a fast pace, his tongue going in and out of you. You are now officially a moaning mess as his tongue is assaulting your hole. He continues this and then starts to put his fingers back in your hole while his mouth is still doing its job.

The familiar feeling in your stomach starts to build up again as his talented hands and mouth works on your asshole. Your moans crescendo until finally you climax for the second time of the night.

And you're not done yet.

THE END

#naruto #naruto x reader smut #naruto x reader #naruto x male reader #naruto x male reader smut #x reader #x male reader #anime x reader #x male reader smut #x reader smut #anime x reader smut #anime x male reader smut #kakashi #kakashi smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi x male reader smut #kakashi x male reader #kakashi x reader smut

[sweettomyhoney]

ICK TO LICK | A.M

Request: open

POV: “Can you do enemies to lovers Auston Matthews”

AU: I am not proof reading! poc/plus size friendly

Since the minute you got to know Auston he made your teeth itch. It also didn’t help that you were the equipment manager. So every home game you knew you were in for the classic A.M Charm.

Auston does this little thing where he tries to flirt with you hoping to get your number. And you respond to him with an ego hindering comment,an eye roll and a smirk.

Today was a home game against the New Jersey Devils. That means skates sharpened, blades replaced, jerseys hung, sticks taped. You were in charge of making sure the boys had a smooth transition to the ice.

“ Morning Sweetheart” Auston said holding the door of the locker room.

“ Bite me Matthews” you replied coldly entertaining the door he held open

“ OOF! Someone’s is a spicy mood this morning. You are lucky I’m half Mexican” Auston says with a wink

“ I like Spicy” Auston continued following behind you

“ Do you get a kick out of flirting with me? Or are you just dumb?” You said light heartedly

“ Well a little bit of both”Auston said with a smile as he took a seat at his cubby.

No one else was in the locker room at this time usually. But this morning you and Auston wounded up together. The silence between you two was comfortable, so you took the opportunity to fold and put up freshly washed towels. As you walked from the laundry room to the towel shelf, Auston’s eyes kept following your every step.

“ Can I help you?” You said turning to meet his gaze .

“ Actually yes” Auston said walking towards the laundry bin you were rolling around.

“What is it now?” You said mentally preparing yourself for where this conversation is about to go.

“ I just wanna know why you don’t like me? I come in here every day to make you smile and nothing works. what is it about me” Auston said wit sly grin.

“ First off that’s a question I should be asking you because the last thing I am is sweet to you. And second of all, I just don’t like how cocky you are. You walk around like you’re the hottest thing since sliced bread. And I don’t go for guys who are full of themselves” you said, turn your attention back to folding towels.

“ Fair enough” Auston replies with a sigh.

“ But what does a guy have to do to melt that cold heart that you have? you are not all sunshine and rainbows yourself. And you haven’t even taking the time to truly get to know me” Auston continued with his charming ways

“ what are you getting at?” You said catching onto his proposal

“ What I mean is give me one date to truly get to know me. If the date goes wrong I’ll leave you alone, but if it goes well, I want to take you out again” Auston said with confidence.

You took a moment to think about your options. Maybe you did judge Austons a little too hard, but you had valid reasons. Women throw themselves at him on a daily basis. He could get any woman he wants and yet he bothers you. He could throw money at anything he wants. He gets what he wants, when he wants, how he wants it. To you that was the blueprint for jackasses , podcasts bros, and men who don’t respect respect women.

“what else do I get out of this?” You said questioning his offer.

“A date with a hot hockey player” He replied smartly

“ Fine I’ll go! You are still a jackass thought.” you responded in disbelief

“ Are you going to ride me like one? ” Auston joked

Your jaw dropped to the floor. For once you had absolutely nothing to say. Auston gave you one last wink and carried on getting ready for morning practice. You then snapped back to reality and carried on with your morning duties.The rest of your day went smooth as usual. But now you had a date with the same guy you vowed to avoid.

#hockey #nhl #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews imagines #toronto maple leafs imagine #toronto maple leafs #black nhl imagines #nhl imagines

[sevikasangel]

❥ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • general hcs of the ladies using a vibrator on their s.o.

including: vi, sevika, renata, samira, cassandra

— contains: f!reader, mature content, dom/sub undertones, mistress kink, teasing, bondage, use of toys, hints of dub!con, very slight degrading kink, praising kink, lowercase intended.

— a/n: hi guys! i missed posting here so much. i hope you remember me :) it's good to be back. also, this isn't proof read, so excuse any grammar mistakes. love y'all.

𝐕𝐈 ♡

— vi wasn't particularly fond of the idea of toys. your pink haired girlfriend would refer to them as a replacement for the real thing. she was confident that no toy would be able to make you cum as nicely as she did.

— the game changed when she got home from an obnoxiously difficult chase all around zaun. sweat was dripping from her forehead, knuckles busted and bloodied from beating someone else's face to a pulp. she bursted into your shared bedroom, ready to just pounce on you, needing the comfort of your embrace.

— "fuck, cupcake. fucking shit! i am so done, just need yo- the fuck you're doing, huh?"

— the sight of your spread legs and juicy pussy while you fucked yourself with a purple vibrator was not what vi expected to see. your breath was ragged and frantic as you rode the toy like your life depended on it. vi could tell you were close to cumming.

— "vi...vi...need you, vi..."

— your girlfriend shakes her initial shock away with a huff and a side smirk. she chuckles and you feel the mattress dip with her weight and suddenly she's on top of you, her thigh between your legs, applying more pressure to the vibrator, keeping it still and steady as it buzzed inside your walls.

— "such a naughty girl you are, cupcake...you couldn't wait for me, could you? see...since you want to replace me with plastic, i can put it to good use on you, hmm? no, no...shhh. you wanted to cum, right? you'll be cumming all night long..."

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ♡

— sevika's first time trying out a vibrator with you was for punishment. she felt like you were acting out way too much and she needed to fix your little attitude problem.

— "you are fucking up for my attention, aren't you, (y/n)? fine. since you wanna be a little bitch, come here. i am gambling tonight and you are coming with me, sitting on my lap all night long, getting all attention you need. sounds good to you, princess?"

— sevika had an evil gleam behind her eyes and you could feel yourself shivering. perhaps purposely getting on her nerves wasn't a good idea. you gulped and nodded your head.

— before you both leave the house, she abruptly pulls up your skirt and slips her hand under your panties, her mechanical hand groping your tits as she puts her mouth against your ear, chuckling lowly. you whimper as you feel her fingers roughly toying with your clit.

— "you wanted to be a slut so bad, huh? of course, you're such a dumb brat. you're gonna be squirming on my fucking lap all night long, how does that sound? hmm? good? i don't care if you want it or not. let's see if you can keep quiet while my little toy keeps your little pussy entertained. can you imagine, brat? all those eyes on you...being on my lap like my good little pet...cumming, and cumming, and cumming...all over again..."

— as she spoke, sevika slid a bullet vibrator in your panties, feeling sadistic pleasure in how much you squirmed and whimpered. your eyes were wide, pupils dilated as you anticipated the upcoming night.

— "maybe if you behave, i will fuck you rough and good when we come back. now...compose yourself and let's go."

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 ♡

— ms glasc is a giver, as she herself puts it. her pet knows better than anybody else the true generosity of renata glasc. however, her generosity might be one sided...and to put it: torturous.

— renata was working from home at her office and you craved her attention. you could tell by her seemingly short tempered state that renata was irritated and had pent up tension crawling through her every nerve.

— to further her annoyance, you walked into her office for the third time to ask her to come up to your bedroom. you felt needy and all you could think about was the physical attention of your mistress. she put her paperwork down and glared at you like her pink eyes could swallow you whole. it made you clench your thighs, knowing that look better than anybody.

— "greedy little pet wants mistress' attention so badly she can't wait a fucking minute. i told you i am busy and here you are...no, quiet. i didn't say you could speak, now did i? come here. you know i am so generous, darling...come, come sit on my lap."

— you didn't hesitate to obey and skipped to her, sitting on her strong thighs. renata pulled a yelp out of you as she suddenly used one of her hands to spread your thighs, making you straddle one of her thighs.

— "no underwear? hahahaha. is this all you can think about, getting reduced to my little slave toy? is that it? good little pet. now...let's attend your needs, shall we?"

— her hand quickly undid her tie and pulled it out of her neck. she used it to secure your hands tightly behind your back.

— renata pulled down her mask and kissed you on the lips, her hands grabbing your waist, squeezing tightly as her tongue took dominance over yours. you pathetically bucked your hips, attempting to get some friction from the fabric of her fancy pants. once you were out of breath and whimpering like a pathetic slut, she broke the kiss and reached over the drawer, opening it to get the wand vibrator she kept just for you.

— "you like what you see, pet? i know you do. just look at you...hahahaha. you hear it, darling? only the sound of my little toy makes you try to clench your thighs like the little slut you are. you know i love it. i barely fucking touched you and you are already soaking wet. tsk tsk tsk."

— she then pressed it tightly against your clit, the highest setting sending you over the edge as you began moaning and rolling your hips, your whole body shivering and trembling. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as everything was too much...her smell, the intensity of the toy, her lips and tongue all over your neck, the heat of her thigh beneath your core...

— "keep quiet. this is what you wanted. do not he ungrateful to your mistress! you wanted me to pleasure you. you wanted to cum. so you will cum...you will cum, in fact, until i finish my paperwork. now now, enjoy the ride, darling."

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 ♡

— samira was experimental when it came down to intimacies. she was a well travelled bounty hunter and sometimes she'd bring some of her findings to test out in the bedroom with you. in one of her trips around noxus, she found a new magic wand vibrator being sold at a small shop. of course she had to take it home.

— you were in bed with samira on top of you, her hands everywhere on your body as you moaned into her mouth. you've missed her so much and suddenly your wish of killing your lover for disappearing again was gone. all you wanted and needed was her.

— "now, darlin'...ya see there's no need to be mad at me, i always come back home, had to leave in the middle of the night cause duty calls, babe. oh, it was a fifty thousand bounty, it'll be good for us! c'me on, ya know ya can't resist me."

— samira was invested in making you feel good and less mad at her. she went down on you, using her sinful mouth to devour you as nobody could ever do to you. it brought her immense satisfaction to watch you moan and ride her face, chasing your release desperately. she could always make you have mind-blowing orgasms from this.

— "i bought ya a lil somethin', hope ya ain't tired yet, wanna be with ya all night long. i gotta compensate my absence last night, honey."

— when she showed you the vibrator, you bit your bottom lip and whined, begging her to make you feel good. samira licked her lips and positioned herself between your thighs once again.

— "c'me on...my little slut. do ya want this? then spread ya fuckin' legs for me. good girl. now beg for it."

— once samira was satisfied with all your neediness and begging, she chuckled and pressed the head of the wand against your core, doing circular movements, making you feel the vibrations all over. you moaned and arched your back, mouth open as a string of drawn out whimpers and cries fell. you were so sensitive with her previous actions and now this...it was pleasingly too much.

— just as you felt as it couldn't get any more overwhelming, samira stilled the vibrator, keeping it right against your clit as her skilful fingers slid into your dripping pussy, fucking you fast and hard. she laughed out loud as you nearly became undone beneath her, screaming and trying to unconsciously squirm away. "please", "samira", "i am gonna cum", were the only words your brain was capable of forming.

— "awww, ya gonna cum so fast, are ya? told ya, sweets...ya can't stay mad at me, nobody's ever gonna give ya a good fuckin' like i do. your body is mine. ya are mine. all fuckin' mine..."

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 ♡

— cassandra is an elegant woman. she is known for her perfect and schooled posture under any situation. that particular trait turned her into the most cruel tease when she desired to.

— she's had a stressful day at the council and an evening filled with pointless meetings when all she wanted was to come home to her lover. as she finally walked into the bedroom, she offered you a gentle smile as you were laying in bed, waiting for her.

— "oh, hello, my darling. how was your day? good, good. mine? well, tiring. i couldn't wait to come home. i missed you. come, give me a kiss...oh...help me relax, you say? what will you do? ah, anything i want! well, i know something i want..."

— cassandra had you completely stripped for her. your hands were tied to the headboard and your feet were tied spread on the posts. you flustered as this position made you completely exposed to her, your eyes trembling a bit from the shame. the older woman grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

— "you are so gorgeous. i will be watching you, kitten. you are such a good pet...always so willing to please. i will reward you properly."

— you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of the wand vibrator pressed against your folds. cassandra then pulled out her scarf and used it to secure the toy around your thigh. then her slender, gloved fingers came to spread your lips, adjusting it so it was right against your clit. the cold breeze fanning your core was enough to pull a needy whimper out of you.

— "let's turn it on, kitten. you like it, i know you do. that's it, there you go. should we put it on high? no? that's too bad. oooh, there you go. look at you...you can squirm all you want, you can't escape those vibrations, getting your little pussy all wet and ready for mistress."

— cassandra likes sitting on her chair from across the room, drinking her wine as she watches you beg and cum over and over again. her little smirk, dark eyes and dominant presence turns everything worse for you. if you are lucky enough, she'll show you some mercy and join you once she finishes.

#arcane #league of legends #wlw #headcanons #arcane x reader #renata glasc x reader #sevika x reader #smut headcanons #vi x reader #arcane vi #samira x reader league of legends #cassandra kiramman #arcane sevika

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒚

summary - andy barber is our best friend’s dad, and he finds our diary while we’re staying with him. what he finds inside of it, will either have a good outcome or a very bad one. 

warning - fluff, smut, oral, rough sex, some fingering (maybe?), age gap, reader is slightly innocent, kitten.

as stated in all of my stories, the gifs and header aren’t mine.

divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy walked into his son’s room, picked up his son’s dirty clothes and then headed over to their guest room to collect Y/N’s as she was staying over for the summer. He offered as her parents wanted to go on holiday without her, as he was picking up a dress she folded neatly on a chair amongst other dirty clothing. A book falls out, confused. He places the clothes down and picks up the book. Looking closely, he notices it’s a diary. Curious, he opens it, shocked at what he finds inside.

01/05/2022

Dear Diary,

I need to confess. I’m madly in love with an older man, and I know it’s wrong… Especially as he’s my best friend's father, but he makes me feel things that no one else has. He’s so handsome and sexy and so much more. But he will never notice me. He only sees me as Jacob’s friend.

01/06/2022

Dear Diary,

I saw him again today, Jacob and I were in the kitchen preparing some snacks before watching a movie, and he walked in, dressed in that lovely blue suit he fits so well. They recently bought a dog, and she’s gorgeous. She ran to him excited (I don’t blame her, I would’ve too, given the chance). He told her to sit and called her a good girl. I could feel my knickers soak at those words. I’d do anything to hear him call me his good girl.

01/07/2022

Dear Diary,

Ugh, I just need someone to buy me tiny little skirts and tell me how cute I am. I’m so tired of being lonely, and I just want to be babied and have pretty little things bought for me. I saw this cute pink dress today but sadly didn’t have the money to get it.

01/08/2022

Dear Diary,

Can I tell you something?

I like making eye contact with older men, so they question their morals. I was at the diner with Jacob and his dad today, and as we were sitting in a booth after we ordered our meals, we were all chatting. I can’t remember what it was as I noticed a nice-looking older man sitting at the counter staring at me. So I stared back, it sent chills down my spine, and surprisingly I felt my knickers damp again and tingles. But that moment was cut short as Jacob’s dad waved to me to get my attention, and when I looked at him, I swear he seemed quite mad, but I don’t know?.

01/09/2022

Dear Diary,

He’s 41, but he’s so hot. I don’t know how it’s possible, but his dad is dreamy. Jacob and I were sitting in the lounge, watching more movies and chatting, when his dad walked in shirtless. Drops of water were dripping down his body, I may have drooled, and I don’t know if anyone noticed. I hope not. 

01/10/2022

Dear Diary,

I want him to call me his baby and buy me peach lipgloss so I can cover his lips with kisses. And I want him to put flowers in my hair as we're out on a picnic date. But I don’t think it will happen, he’s my best friend’s dad, and I’m just a dumb little girl with a crush on an older man.

Andy stands there, not knowing how to react to what he read, he knows it was wrong to open it and to continue reading, but he couldn’t help himself. Andy didn’t expect what was inside. He always liked you, thought you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Every time you were over, Andy would try and avoid you at any chance because you made him so hard. Especially the time Andy called his dog a good girl. He saw the way you clenched your thighs together.

At that moment, he wanted to lift your dress and devour your cute little pussy. While calling you his good girl, but his son was there. He saw you drool that day but thought against saying anything, looking at the diary one last time. He places it back whilst placing the dress back over it. He decides that he’ll ask if you need it washed.

Grabbing the rest of the dirty laundry, he heads out. Walking past the glass back doors, he hears splashing. Andy looks over and wishes he didn’t, his cock begins to strain against his pants, and he swears that he feels dizzy from the sight in front of him.

Y/N was standing by the pool, dripping wet, in a tiny cute pink bikini with a little bow on the front, covered in small white flowers. Andy stares, feeling a heart attack coming on at the image. ‘Fuck’, he thinks. Andy quickly rushes off to the laundry room. Dropping the clothes in the machine, he rips open his pants and starts to fist his angry cock. Leaning against the machine, Andy groans. Andy threw his head back, eyes closed as he imagined you on your knees in front of him and his cock thrusting into your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.” Groans fall from his mouth as he feels his orgasm come closer. He doesn’t hear the soft footsteps or the voice calling out Mr Barber. No, he doesn’t hear your soft voice but hears a soft whimper that causes his eyes to shoot open and to look towards the source. Eyes widening when they connect with yours, he notices you're rubbing your thighs together, eyes wide and mouth hung open.

He notices your eyes drift towards his cock, and Andy can hear a louder whimper. Andy watches as you grip the door. As if you're going to collapse, Andy looks down and sees that a pair of your cute little pink knickers with a bow is wrapped tightly around his cock. Andy swears he didn’t notice or intend for that to happen, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he stares at you as he lets groans slip out, pumping his cock harder and faster, fist wrapped tightly around it.

“Come here, kitten.” Whimpering, you slowly make your way over to him, knees buckling as you are overwhelmed with how horny you feel. “Get on your knees, baby”, you shakily get on your knees, using his thighs as support. You look up at him, he nearly blows his load with how innocent you look, but he holds back.

“Open” You listen so well. Andy thinks he might have died and gone to heaven, tapping the tip of his cock onto your tongue. He tells you to suck it like a lollipop, listening. Andy watches you wrap your lips tightly around the tip and suck hard. He jerks forward at the force, feeling his soul being sucked out of him.

“Jesus, fuck” Looking up at him, worried you did something wrong. “You're doing so well, kitten” He watches your face beam. You keep sucking. Sometimes your tongue will swirl around his tip, grabbing the back of your head. He lets out a moan before spurts of his hot cum fill your mouth.

You continue to lick and suck until he’s empty. Swallowing, you wait on your knees. From your position, you look up at him. His eyes are closed as he tries to catch his breath. Opening them, he sees you. He smiles, swiping a finger across your bottom lip and swears his cock twitches when you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck his cum off.

“Did you swallow, baby?” He asks softly. Nodding, you open wide to show him you did indeed swallow. Groaning, he replies with the words you always wanted to hear him call you.

“Good Girl.” 

A soft moan leaves your lips as those words leave him. You can feel yourself pulse, and your bikini bottoms become soaked and not from the pool water. 

Noticing this, he smiles. Telling you to stand up, you do as you are told. Standing on shaky legs, you wait for his command. He pulls you closer to him and strokes your cheek.

“Is this okay?” Nodding, he shakes his head. “Words, kitten or this won’t go any further.”

Taking a deep breath, “yes”, gripping the back of my neck, he tilts my head back and kisses me. A moan escapes me. He tastes so good. He roughly bends me over the machine in a split second and pulls my bottoms to the side. Exposing my glistening core, Andy feels his cock harden. His mouth waters at the sight. It’s much better than he imagined.

Running a finger through my lips, I moan. “Please- Oh, god”, Andy chuckles. He locates my little button and starts to rub it. “Please what, kitten” Jerking slightly from the amount of pleasure. “It’s too much. Please get rid of the tingles, please, Mr Barber!!” I whimper loudly. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He whispers into my ear, continuing to rub my little clit before getting onto his knees. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this, kitten.” He leans forward and starts to devour me, licking, sucking. Fucking my little hole with his tongue before switching to sucking my clit, Andy brings his fingers up and slowly enters one. Groaning at the tight fit, he feels her sucking his finger in, the walls pulsing around it.

He continues with his work, bringing me to my release fast. Gasps leave my lips as I lean over more, gripping onto whatever I can as I feel a strong feeling wash over me. Then I’m screaming, cumming around him before he finishes. He gives one final lick before standing back up. He leans over, back against mine, as he strokes my hair. “Are you okay? Was that too much, kitten?” Shaking my head, no. I beg for him to continue, “are you sure? We can have a break.”

“I’m sure, please. I’m begging you.” I whine, feeling so needy for him. Andy leans back and grabs his cock, rubbing the tip against me before lining up at my entrance. He pushes in, and he grips my hips tight. Andy is trying to stop himself from thrusting, the tightness of my walls is getting to him, and he can feel everything. My walls are pulsing around his cock, strangling it, wanting to milk it dry.

I grip the machine so hard that my fingers turn white. The stretch of Andy’s cock causes me to pulse wildly around him. It’s hard to breathe, and I’m struggling to get air into me. His cock is piercing my tiny pussy open. But the pleasure mixed with the pain that comes from it is so beautiful that I never want to go back. I can feel myself becoming addicted.

“Please move, please,” I beg, trying to thrust myself back, but his hold on my hips prevents me from doing so. “Are you sure?” He desperately wants to pound into me until I can no longer stand, but he needs to make sure, he can feel how tight I am around him even though his cock is soaked in my juices.

“Yes, so sure. Please, Mr Barber, I need you.” As soon as those words come out of my mouth, he starts to thrust. The air leaves me, but I don’t care. It feels so good. His cock moves in and out, stretching me. His tip hits the spot I never knew existed. Making me scream, feeling myself cream around him. He looks down and see’s a white ring around the base of his cock. Groaning, he thrusts harder. One hand wraps my hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls me against his chest, moving deeper into me. 

“You like that, kitten? Do you like when your best friend’s dad completely ruins you from the inside? Huh? You’re such a whore for me, my good girl. I can feel you pulsing around me, baby. Fuck, it makes me so fucking hard. This pussy is mine now. No one else gets it. No one gets to see it or touch it. Only me! Isn’t that right, baby?” Nodding my head, I convulse around him, his words making me feel so good that I cry out. “Yes! Yes! Only yours! No one else’s! Please let me cum! Please!” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Good girl, oh fuck. You do like it when I call you that.” He moans, feeling his balls tighten. “I want you to cum for me, kitten. It’s okay, let go.” He commands.

My back arches as I let go, and I tighten around him even more. I am pulsing around him as I squirt against him. He groans loudly, letting go. Cumming deep inside of me, both of us let out breaths before he slowly pulls out.

Looking down, he sees my cute little pussy ruined. His seed is slowly leaking out. Reaching down, he pushes it back in, listening to the little moan that escapes me.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Andy asks as he lifts me up, setting me atop the machine before going over to the cupboard, grabbing a fresh cloth and running it under water before coming back over and cleaning me up. 

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me, Mr Barber. To be honest, I’ve always liked you….” I confess shyly. He smiles, “I know, kitten, and I feel the same.” Chucking at my expression, “really?” I ask, bewildered. I never thought he’d ever want me.

“Yes, I don’t just sleep with anyone, kitten.” He leans forward and kisses me, pulling back. We smile at each other, “oh crap!” He lets out randomly, looking around. “What?”

“Where’s Jacob?” He asks, slightly freaking out. Letting out a giggle, “he went out on a date and said it would be okay to spend time with you, so I came down to help with the laundry.” Andy lets out a breath, “I should’ve been more concerned before, but being around you makes me lose all common sense.” 

After that day, Andy and I have become close. We mostly hide it, though, because we don’t know how Jacob will feel about it, and I don’t want to lose him as a friend, but I’m in love with his father, so it’s a sticky situation.

Today is my birthday! Andy and Jacob woke me up to a home-cooked breakfast and presents. I was so excited, as you can tell I said I was. Because now I’m confused with the present open in front of me.

It’s the dress and lipgloss I wanted, but I never told anyone, and I kept that all in my diary because I never wanted to burden anyone with those things. But here it is, sitting in front of me, which was wrapped in cute pink wrapping paper.

Looking up at both men in the room, I can see Jacob smiling, and Andy looks kind of afraid that I wouldn’t like it. “So? Do you like them? Dad said you’ve mentioned these!” Looking at Andy and then back at Jacob, I put on a smile. “Yeah! I love them! I have wanted them for a while!” I let out, knowing I never mentioned them but still so confused.

After opening the presents, I place them in the guest room. Turning around, I jump. Hand on my heart, “you scared me.” Andy stands there nervously. “I’m sorry about scaring you and the uh- presents….” He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

“So… you read my diary?” He nods shyly, stuttering out. “I-I didn’t mean to at first, but then I kind of got stuck into it….” He refuses to look at me. “When?” I stare at him, “Uh… the day we… ya know….” He finally looks at me.

“Oh”, I nod before walking over to him, “Well, thank you.” I smile and kiss him on the lips. He kisses back. And in both of our minds, we’re happy we got our happy ending.

thank you for reading! 

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

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[babyjakes]

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

requested by @celestianstars | Eun I am so excited for blurb night! This is gonna be so good! 😍 was just thinking of Lloyd and soft degradation with his little baby! You’ve done so well behaving and being a good girl and listening to him and he knows you want him so bad, he’s been teasing and teasing but hasn’t had time to give you proper attention because ‘bad guys, sunshine.’ but now that he does have time he’s obsessed with how needy you are, you get so small and soft for him, he loves that he can do anything to you and all you want is more from your daddy! 🥺💌

warnings | ddlg. soft degredation. rough p in v sex. one pussy slap and one forced orgasm 😌

word count | 451

weeeeheeeeheee i was hoping someone would send in some lloyd filth!! amalia this is so perfect for this event— thankyou for sharing your beautiful slutty mind!!!

thinking about lloyd fucking you after weeks, maybe even months— maybe he’s been traveling for business and it hasn’t been safe enough for you to come along. he’s tried to keep you busy over the distance, sending pics and vids of him jerking off (with sound!! 😤) and even special instructional videos on how he wants you to touch yourself, but the whole time there’s been a big rule: no cumming. not until daddy comes back and can make you cum himself.

so when he finally does return, he makes an absolute feast out of you 🤤 dressing you up in fancy new designer lingerie he got while away, getting you all situated in the bedroom, eating you out to several orgasms (it’s his favorite form of foreplay and he knows you love the stache), fingering you, getting you nice and ready.

and when he finally does sink his massive, throbbing cock into your heat, he can’t take it anymore; he’s done waiting. he wants to fuck you hard, rough, fast. he wants to hear you screaming his name. so he does exactly what he wants, and it satisfies you in every way imaginable.

“there you go, there’s daddy’s filthy baby. been needing this so badly, huh? was so mean of daddy to leave for so long— dumb little babies like you need so much care, so much attention. well now you have it, sunshine, i’m giving it all to you. and what do you say?” grabbing your chin to force you to look at him as he fucks deeper and faster into you, definitely bruising your insides at this point 😭

“thank you daddy, thank you daddy!” 😖🫶 you can’t say the words enough, they just spill out of you in a mindless stream, mixed in with whimpers and sobs and sniffles, and lloyd’s just obsessed with how dumb you are for his dick.

“that’s a good girl. been so good for me, think you deserve to cum again” his words have you squealing and maybe trying to wiggle away; you’re already so sensitive, so overstimulated, but lloyd takes what he wants. he spits against your core before smacking his hand down, rubbing furiously.

“c’mon baby, give me one more. missed seeing those pretty eyes roll back into your head. there it is— poor girl, can’t help it, can you?” he laughs crudely as you squirt against him, sobbing his name as he keeps fucking you. “that’s my girl, just keep lying there and taking it. you’re not done ‘til daddy says so” 💖🫶💖🫶

#eun’s writing #eun’s blurb nights #april ‘23 blurb night #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen headcanon #lloyd hansen blurb #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen one shot #lloyd hansen imagine #daddy!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x little!reader #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you

[stvharrngton]

Hi! Can I request something with either Steve, Eddie or Billy. Something sweet based on the song ”I’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you.” Like maybe reader is friends with one of the boys (and he has a crush on her but she doesn’t know) and then she gets asked out by someone else and asks for advice or somwthing but he gets upset about thw thought of her with someone else and at last confesses and happy ending, you can do with it what ever you like if you decide to write it! Hope you do cause i love to read your stuff! Thank you!

hey anon, i only write for our boy stevie atm so i chose him! i hope that’s okay 🥺 anyway here it is i hope you enjoy 💞

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none really, cursing, a little angsty, best friends to lovers

The bell above the door of Family Video chimed as you walked into the store. Robin and Steve were both stood behind the counter, barely acknowledging the sound until you skipped up towards them, a beaming smile on your face.

“Oh, hey!” Robin greeted, taking her eyes off the computer screen for a second, “What’s got you smiling like that?”

“Oh, it’s nothing..” you grinned, leaning over the counter now, “just Ryan asked me on a date, is all.”

Steve prayed he didn’t hear you right, trying his best to pay as little attention as possible to the conversation. He really wasn’t in the mood to hear you fawn over Ryan. The boy thought it was torture, hearing any mention of you and the dumb college boy, especially as Steve was head over heels for you himself.

He could only scowl at your happiness, meeting Robin’s enthusiasm with a glare. The younger girl frowned at him, nudging him with her elbow.

“Did you hear that, Stevie?” She asked, a knowing grimace painting her features, heart a little sympathetic for the boy, “She’s gone and got herself a date with Ryan, isn’t that great?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes never reaching your gaze, continuing to flick through the magazine on the desk, “that’s… it’s great! Just great.” His shoulders shrugged as he stood up straight, “I’m made up for you. Really, I am.” Voice a little sad, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

You watched him carefully as he made his way out from behind the counter and towards the back office, away from you and Robin. You shared a confused look with Robin, waiting until you heard the door shut behind him.

“What was that all about?” you asked, “That was weird, right?”

Robin stammered for the right response, so not to invalidate your feelings because yeah, Steve’s reaction was weird, to you. To you who was totally oblivious to Steve’s feelings towards you. But also not blab about Steve’s secret.

“I’m, uh—“ she chuckled nervously, fingers scratching her head, “yeah, I mean that was a little weird,” shoulders shrugging, “but that’s just… Steve, right? You know how he is. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Right…” you dragged out, unsure whether to believe her or not. You shrugged it off but still couldn’t get the look on Steve’s face out of your head.

~

Your date with Ryan was coming up in a couple days and it was safe to say you were nervous. You liked the boy a lot, always having a crush on him in high school. He was a couple years older than you and, of course, never paid you the slight bit of attention whilst you were in school together.

You ran into him again a month or so ago, walking straight into him in the middle of the movie theatre, spilling his large Coke down your shirt. He apologised profusely, insisting that he take you out to lunch to make it up to you.

You hung out a couple more times before he asked you on a date and you were crushing hard. You thought the boy was handsome, the right amount of charm and confidence.

Steve insisted he was a bad apple, that he was no good for you. Trying his best to convince you that someone who wouldn’t pay you the time of day a few years ago certainly didn’t deserve your attention now you were a little more grown.

You would always roll your eyes, of course. Mind always foggy with infatuation and always wanting to see the good in people, insisting that high school was, well, bullshit.

But you wanted this to go well and so you needed some advice. You had no idea what the date would entail, Ryan insisting it would be a surprise. You wanted to make sure you were ready for anything.

So you sauntered your way into Family Video again, fingers dinging the bell on the counter.

“One second!” you heard Steve call out from the back.

You tapped your freshly manicured nails on the hard wooden counter as you waited for the boy. Steve was your best friend, and despite his weird mood the other day you needed his help.

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I— oh!” Steve exclaimed, “Hey, what brings you here on this fine evening?”

Chucking at his lighthearted reaction, you leaned over the counter on your elbows, giving Steve your prettiest pout. Your eyelashes flattering up at the boy.

“I… need your help, Steve. Need some advice.”

He quirked his eyebrows at you, leaning his head to the side slightly, “Oh yeah? And what exactly can I do for you, sweetheart?”

“It’s about my date with Ryan,” you started, shifting on your feet, not meeting Steve’s gaze, “I jus’ feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. Like, what if he wants to go dancing or—“

“I’ll stop you there,” he said with a sigh, “he is not going to take you dancing. The guy’s got two left feet! Didn’t you see him at Tina’s party a few years ago?”

“Steve,” you whined, “I’m being serious!”

“And so am I,” the boy shrugged, rolling his eyes, “I don’t even know why you’re bothering with college boy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoffed at Steve, arms folding over your chest in annoyance, “Why do you have such a problem with me hanging out with Ryan?”

“What?” Steve gawped, “I don’t have a problem.”

“Oh, come on, Steve,” it was your turn to roll your eyes now, “you always have that grumpy look on your face whenever I mention him! And you were acting so strange when I said he asked me out.”

Steve’s heart was thumping against his chest, teeth gnawing at his lip. The heat was rising up his neck, not sure he was liking where this conversation was heading. He watched as your tone turned accusatory, your usual soft features turning hard in irritation.

“I wasn’t acting strange.” was the only response Steve could give.

“Sure,” you jeered, “whatever, Steve.” Spinning on your heel towards the door, turning to leave.

“Fuck,” Steve grumbled under his breath, “are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Say what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the boy.

He sighed, stepping out from behind the counter to walk after you. He took your hand in his much larger one, thumb rubbing over your skin. Steve’s eyes locked on where your fingers were laced together.

“You are— shit, how do I say this,” he winced at his stumbling voice, “you are the girl that I’ve been dreaming of ever since I was a kid.”

“Steve,” you whispered, voice quieter, features softening at his confession.

“Let me finish, please, sweetheart?” You nodded in response, heart swelling in your chest.

The boy smiled softly at you, his fingers tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, “I don’t like you hanging out with Ryan because you’re too good for him. You deserve someone who knows you inside out, someone who’s always gonna go that extra mile for you,” he paused, giving your hand a squeeze, grinning before he said, “you deserve someone who knows how to dance with you.”

You giggled, a smile pinching at your cheeks, shaking your head at his words.

You had no idea. Really, you had no clue at all. Steve was your best friend. Sure, you had toyed with the idea of being with him. What it would be like to wake up in his arms, what it would feel like for him to call you baby. To rake your hands through his mussed hair as he laid his head in your lap. You failed to pick up on any signs though, and so you shut down your imagination.

“And who’s that, Steve?” you asked teasingly, head lolling to the side in a taunt.

Steve chuckled as he leaned in a bit closer, breath fanning over your cheeks. A pretty pink flush spread across his cheeks, decorating the moles and freckles, “I think you know the answer to that.” was all he said.

You nodded, gazing up into his warm brown eyes. They were bright and inviting, glimmering with sincerity, “Why didn’t you say anything?

He shrugged, “I just couldn’t, had to bite my tongue every time and prayed that you would somehow catch on.”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“Sure am,” he chuckled, nodding in agreement with you. His warm palm cupped your cheek now, the rough pad of his thumb stroking over the flushed skin, “now can I kiss you?”

You leaned into his palm, enjoying the way his touch made you feel. How your skin lit up with excitement, heart thumping against your chest at the possibility of having something with your best friend.

“What’re you waiting for, Steve?”

The boy didn’t need to be told twice, both hands holding your face so delicately. Steve leaned into you as your eyes fluttered closed, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet kiss.

The kiss was soft, his pretty pink lips moving against yours so gently, as if you would break if he kissed you any harder. Your knees wobbled as your legs turned to jelly, fully melting into Steve’s kiss. Your arms snaking around his neck, your fingers brushing at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Steve sighed contently into your mouth, a noise that had you both smiling against one another. He broke the kiss for a second, forehead resting against your own. The tip of his nose came to brush along the slope of yours before he pecked your lips again.

“So, is he better than me?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at the boy’s chest playfully, a smug smirk tugging at your kiss bitten lips.

“No, Steve.”

You pulled him back down to you again, fisting the thin green work vest he wore. Lips crashing against Steve’s, wondering why you couldn’t see what was right in front of you this whole time.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #k.fic #request #i have not heard this song in years… what a banger #anon i tried my best i hope you like! #i always get really nervy when i write sfw stuff lmao

[lovely-showtimes]

hihi! I'm back with a request.

I had a silly dream last night and I also saw you wanted to write for tsukasa again, so i thought this was the perfect opportunity.

So it's like a tsukasa x reader and they have a show with eachother and there's a kiss scene they have to do together.

It could be the actual show or just them practicing for it.

I hope you'll have fun writing.

stage kiss ~ ♡

character - tsukasa.

type - fluff, scenario.

a/n - i'll be honest, i may or may not have squealed when i saw this request ;; i just really like tsukasa <33 also i started writing this a couple days ago and didn't finish it for some reason?? oh well, i hope you enjoy anyway.

You stare down at the script in front of you in disbelief as you reread the words over, and over, and over again, just to make sure you saw them right.

You rub your eyes and look down at the script again. It was still there.

A kiss scene, plain and simple.

You were more than a little nervous about this, to say the least. You hadn't kissed anyone before, so to do it in front of a crowd was daunting. Let alone the fact that the person you were kissing was the boy you'd had a crush on for ages now.

You take a few quick glances up at Tsukasa as he reads over the script written out for him also. From where you're sat, you couldn't really see his face, so you had no idea how he was reacting to this. Was it positively? Negatively? Did he even care?

It was as you were thinking these things when he suddenly jumps up from where he was sitting and spins around. "Alright! I am ready to begin practice!"

You were dumb-founded. Either Tsukasa was really good at hiding how he felt, or he really did not care about kissing you. Or maybe he missed it, or-

"[Name], you look a little nervous. Are you okay?" Nene quietly asks you as the other three members of WxS turn to look at you.

You attempt to shake off your nervousness and smile brightly. "Yup! Just fine. Don't worry about me, haha!"

"Is this because you have to kiss Tsukasa? I thought you would enjoy that though, bec-" Emu's sudden voice is cut off by Rui suddenly slapping his hand on her mouth.

Tsukasa, however, did not seem to be fazed by what Emu said, as he simply laughs in his usual manner, "Hahaha! Of course, who wouldn't want to kiss a future star such as I?" before making one of his many poses.

You couldn't help but smile softly at his antics. Even though most people would probably find these habits of his annoying (Exhibit A being the green-haired girl beside you, who you could practically hear rolling her eyes), you'd always found them sort of endearing. Something about his loud laughter, over-the-top poses, and bright smile made your chest feel all fuzzy and your stomach do flips.

"You've got that face again," Nene mumbles to you. "The lovestruck one you always look at Tsukasa with. How come you're so reluctant to kiss him all of a sudden? I thought you'd want that."

You glance back at him, who was now arguing with Emu and Rui over something. You turn your attention back to Nene again.

"Well... even if I do like him, I don't wanna force him to kiss me, y'know? Also, I've never kissed someone before, and I don't wanna mess up." You fiddle with your fingers anxiously.

Nene wrinkles her nose as she listens to you. "Are you serious? Don't you notice the way he looks at you too? He's almost worse than you are."

Your face heats up in embarrassment as she says this. Was that really true? Did Tsukasa also feel the same way about you that you did him? Maybe Nene was just saying it to make you feel better, but you know she wasn't the type of person to do that.

"Plus, it's not like he's kissed anyone either. I don't think he'd really care if you were all too inexperienced." Nene shrugs.

Without any other choice, you decide to trust her as you sigh deeply. "Thanks, Nene. I'll- I'll do my best."

Nene gives you a small smile. "Good. I'll be cheering for you, um, silently anyway."

The sound of Rui clearing his throat a few feet away halts your conversation. "Nene, [Name], come on! We have a show to practice."

You take a shaky breath and stand up as the two of you walk over to begin practicing the show together.

Your role, in this show, was of a knight. You were supposed to fight against the kingdom's princess (Nene) who had become corrupted via unknown means, and her army of strange shadowy people (holograms courtesy of Rui, of course). You were the prince's (Tsukasa) most trusted warrior, and he chose you to fight alongside him, as well as plenty other soldiers too.

In the midst of battle, the prince would become heavily wounded and unable to fight. The knight would valiantly defend off all of the oncoming enemies before rushing to the prince's side to help him.

Soon after the battle would end, and the princess would go back to normal. Sometime after this the knight and the prince would talk, before the fabled kiss scene would happen. You were thankful that it happened right at the end, meaning the curtains would fall on the two of you pretty quickly, so no one had to see you fail to kiss him for... however long.

Your heart thudding in your chest only grows faster and louder as, eventually, the scene arrives. Tsukasa stands in front of you, still perfectly in character as always. You hope you appear the same.

"I would like to thank you for protecting me when I was injured. I cannot express my gratitude enough." Tsukasa - or rather, the prince - smiles at you.

You put aside your anxiety about the scene you knew was approaching and try your best to stay in character. "You do not need to thank me. I was simply doing my duty to protect you."

"You do your duty extremely well, though. I have always admired you and your abilities, you know. You truly are the most valiant knight I have ever met. I am extremely glad I met you."

The prince places his hand on your cheek, making your heartbeat spike.

"Y-Your Highness-?!" Your character was supposed to sound startled, but anyone else watching can tell you aren't entirely simply acting here.

"I would like to repay you, by showing you my true feelings!" The prince begins to lean in, but suddenly Tsukasa pauses, frowning at your visibly flustered and anxious expression.

"Are you okay?" Tsukasa asks you softly, his face close enough to yours for you to feel his breath on your face. "We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it. I could ask Rui t-"

You're not sure what possesses you to do it, but in a sudden act of boldness, you lean in and kiss him. Your heart is beating so fast, and you're terribly unsure of all of your movements, you're worrying so hard, and it's when the curtain falls around the stage to signify the end of practice when you finally pull away after what felt like forever but could have only been a few moments.

You apprehensively look up at Tsukasa again, waiting to see his reaction. Was he mad? Upset? Maybe he didn't want to kiss you in the first place, and that's why he stopped you. Did you overstep his boundaries? Oh God, maybe he hates you, and h-

Suddenly, as you continue to overthink, Tsukasa beams at you with the brightest smile you've possibly ever seen on him. It causes your stomach to flip and twist.

"I love you!" He declares suddenly, causing you to flinch. "May I kiss you again?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. You didn't expect him to react like this, not at all. But you decide to welcome it as you nod enthusiastically.

Tsukasa beams and in a bold move, he tightly wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you once more. This time, you feel slightly more sure in your movements as you kiss him back, although the two of you are clearly very inexperienced. The two of you don't seem to mind though - you are simply happy to be in each other's arms.

#tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #project sekai x reader #proseka #prsk #colorful stage #writing #imagines #♡ ~ love letter sent!

[seventeenplug]

If you do do a sequel to “Get Out”, please, please, PLEASE don’t make reader go back to the cheater jerk. Him saying he loves the reader just makes me part vomit and part boil. If he loved her, he wouldn’t have dicked around. 😤😤 (No offense to your writing, I just hate people who use that shitty line to excuse the inexcusable, and your writing skills sure pulled the emotions out of me.)

Maybe Hoshi, Woozi, Mingyu, or Joshua becomes her new neighbor and they become friendly and over a length of time, he slowly woos and courts her. He doesn’t push, totally works on her schedule, but he has the love and patience to see her moved into his apartment, sleeping in his bed, and wearing his ring. Doesn’t necessarily have to have a part where cheater ex sees her in passing and mourns what he lost, but I’d probably be shaking my pompoms at that (cause imma petty bitch and know that real life doesn’t always work out like that).

Love the idea! And it was around what I too wanted to do for a part 2, so without further ado.

Get Out PT.II (Yoon Jeonghan X reader)

For those who haven't read, or wish to re-read, just click on- Part 1

I finally learned how to link stuff in texts, I know, I'm dumb lol, so expect a pinned post with all the stories and links to them, so you don't have to constantly search for them :)

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Pairing: You'll see later ;) X AFAB reader

Genre: Angst, hope, fluff.

Warning: Curse Words, mentions of sex, but no actual words of it just the action, idk how to explain. Mentions of cheating

Summary: It's been 6 months since the breakup, and you haven't seen Jeonghan a single time, you quit your job and moved to a different area, beginning to work as a waiter in a well known restaurant.

Word Count: 3065

Not long after Jeonghan left your house you began to pack your bags, putting your every item inside your bags and when those weren't enough you moved to put them in plastic bags, calling your closest friend to help you move out which she gladly did, arriving at your door in less than 20 minutes.

There was only an issue. The ring.

You had found a ring hidden in his bedside table lamp, it had a note attached, your name written in cursive letters. It read:

«Y/N, it is like this that I will hand you this ring as I cannot keep myself from stuttering whenever I see you, beautiful like you are, eyes shinning with bright stars whenever you look at me with your big doe eyes. I would love, nothing more than to make you my wife. I know it hasn't been long, but I know that not many are as lucky as I am to find someone like you, bright, caring, sweet. Someone whose whole aura is able to light up the room. I want to be with you forever.

I will confess my every sin to make you happy, I will never hurt you, I will forever be faithful and attentive. I am ready for that commitment now, please, accept my heart with open hands like you always do.

Forever Yours ~

Hannie.»

You scoff, pushing down your tears, swallowing your sorrows as you put the box back where you had found it, but instead, you left it open. Taking the paper with you and leaving it in the trashcan.

You moved around the apartment in quick steps, grabbing every single photo and breaking the frames before putting them in a trash bag which you left for your now ex-boyfriend right besides the front door as you locked the door behind you. All the bags in hand as you walked away.

This would have been the last of Jeonghan that you would see having set up an apartment on the outskirts of town with the little money you had saved up.

You decided that you would also quit your work at a daycare in the morning, the 2 weeks notice was too late, and you would have to sacrifice your sleep to work those 2 weeks needed, but afterward, you'd plan on moving even further away.

And now, 6 months later, it seems that it has all paid off, the heartbreak had been the brick of the iceberg and had simply made you stronger, at least enough for you to get out your comfort zone.

You began working at a wedding planning establishment, your boss, Minghao had been utmost caring about your situation helping to accommodate you as you settled into your apartment which was getting renovated.

He allowed you to stay at his house for a while, which ended up making you two closer, not only due to your heartbreak and his care-giving self, but also due to your mutual love for food, books and meditation. But most importantly the contact with the nature.

The two of you often chose to hang out outside the house and out of work by going on hikes or taking a drive to the beach, returning home the day after at sunrise.

The nights would seem short whilst the two of you closed the shop, heading home in the same car after another satisfying day of greeting customers and helping them plan their wedding. Heading home in the same car because, as he always said, it saved both time and money, since it meant his worker would always be on time by arriving with the boss. You didn't refuse. You enjoyed the rides, you had more time to chat, get to know each other.

It was safe to say that after yesterday's workout, the two had gotten much closer than before, maybe due to the fact that it was in the early hours of the morning, the sun kissed his skin, which you followed, the car illuminated enough inside for the two of you to not be caught. The two of you in utter proximity, your bodies touched even you tried to make space.

Sweat dripping down his temple, his hand on your head, hair disheveled, using a hand to keep yourself steady on top of him.

In the morning, you could feel the slightly awkward atmosphere, the two of you avoid eye-contact, a blush on your cheeks, whilst Minghao's ears turned red at the mere thought of last night.

Nevertheless, the two of you still went to work together, he still helped you out of the car, the dress skirt being a little naughty and lifting when you exited the car, causing your boss' ears to once more tinge in color.

And as always, he held the door open for you to go inside first, a shy smile on your face as you walked in.

Thankfully, today's plans weren't big, nor would they take long. They had a customer who was almost a regular by now due to the immense work she required for her wedding, and then a new person coming in for her first consultation, a woman called Kim Yoo Jung.

You had just finished preparing both yours and Minghao's cup of tea handing it to him and sitting beside him on the couch looking through the requirements of your new client when the bell above your front door rang.

The two of you stood up to greet the client, a beautiful woman entering with a bright smile.

You walk towards the woman greeting her brightly and helping her remove her coat at the door, your eyes caught onto the very noticeable pregnancy belly, but quickly snapped back out of it. Leading her into the consultation room where she explained how her fiancée would either be late, or unable to attend due to his busy schedule which you understood and started with the work right away.

Yoo Jung was a very bright woman, she had her mind set on certain things, although she was unsure of others, she explained how the marriage was something that his family disapproved of due to issues within their own relationship and how that made it hard for her to connect with her fiancée's family. She had also gotten pregnant at a sensitive time which made it even harder to approach his family. You nodded as she spoke consoling the poor soon to be bride when the store's bell rang once more and the two of you went to the front desk to check who it was.

You took it as a chance to head into Minghao's small corner at the back, asking for his help to give her a wedding that she could remember, making a small basket to hand her at the very last consultation which he agreed to do. Something he wouldn't usually do.

"Miss Y/N?" You hear her voice call for you from the front, you excuse yourself from Minghao and head back out with a smile.

You happiness towards this client was short-lived when your eyes caught onto the man you wanted nothing more than to never see again.

There he stood, a hand behind your client, the joy of a woman who was also pregnant.

You could see the shock in his face, likely mirroring yours.

Clearing your throat you looked down for a short second slapping a smile back onto your face and greeting them once more.

"Hello, you must be the fiancée. My name is Y/N, I will be your wedding coordinator."

"I'm Jeonghan. Yoon Jeonghan" he says.

"I hope we can work without a hiccup from now on. Please, come in." your hand extends to the side taking the two of them back into your office, staying behind for a short time trying to assimilate everything before following behind the loved-up couple.

She was the woman he had fallen for. Whom he'd cheated on you with. The reason your relationship was broken. And he had even gotten her pregnant.

You push those thoughts back, walking back into your office and shutting the door behind you making your way to the desk, eyeing the two carefully.

"As I was explaining to you before, this venue is highly known for it's garden space, it's spacious, very elegant but it is a bit on the expensive side. The one on the right however is the cheaper option, it also contains a garden but unlike the one on the left does not have a pond, nor the swings. These are the two options I would let you two choose upon seeing as the two fit your desires the most" you explained pointing the differences between the two locations.

"I like the first one, Hannie" ... Hannie, the name you always used on him, unknown to you, his eyes were on you, how you scrunched your face upon hearing her call him that, your eyebrows furrowed for a second.

"Hannie?" she called to the man once more, his eyes focusing back and looking at his pregnant fiancée.

"Yes? Oh, yes. I also liked the first one" he quickly answers, an anxious smile on his face which you take notice to right away.

"Y/N, would you like me to take over while you take your break?" Your savior, Minghao knocks softly at the door, you smile, a small sigh of relief as you nod.

"Should we all take a 10-minute break since the venue had been chosen?" You suggest, the couple nods, the three of you leaving the room, Yoo Jung taking the pictures with her so she could inspect them more.

Once outside the room you head right outside, Minghao barely having the time to call out your name before he sees Yoo Jung's fiancée follow you outside.

"Y/N" he sighs, catching up with you quickly, grabbing onto your wrist making you turn back, pulling your wrist away from him.

"Let go of me, Jeonghan" you seethe in anger.

"Please, just listen to me. I didn't know you worked here, I swear" his eyes begging you to believe him, which you do, knowing how awkward the air already is, you had no doubt he didn't want his significant other to see who he'd betrayed to be with her.

"Let's just get this consultation over with, so we can all move on" you sigh, a hand on your forehead.

"Are you okay?" he carefully asks, reaching closer to touch your forehead, but you slap his hand away, stepping back.

"Don't touch me! Just because you didn't know I worked here, and I believed you doesn't mean we're suddenly friends. I never wanted to see you again, and i still mean it" you spat angrily.

His eyes softened looking at you, a look of guilt consuming him as he tried to make out words when your eyes go to the man approaching the two of you from behind Jeonghan.

"Y/N, please. I didn't mean it. I still... I still lo-"

"Is there anything wrong, Y/N?" Minghao questions as his eyes look between the two of you.

You smile, once again. Your savior, as always.

Minghao moved to your side, you take it as a chance to grab onto his hand, making it obvious to Jeonghan. Minghao's eyes slightly widen, a red tint on his ears for the thousand time today.

"No, nothing's wrong. Yoo Jung's fiancée was just asking us to make their day very special. Right, Mr. Yoon?" you say awaiting his response.

"... Yes, that's right" he agrees, his eyes stuck on the way your fingers had already linked with the man's.

"Ah, right. This is Xu Minghao. The owner of the Weeding Planning" you introduce, a hand just under his chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yoon. I hope we can get along for the next 2 months of planning" the tall male smirks, shaking the hands with the blonde man.

"Ah, yes. Are the two of you together?" Jeonghan asks, curiosity in his tone.

You look down to your hand, ironically, you had a ring that could pass by as an engagement ring in your ring finger, so looking up into Minghao's eyes, you placed a sly hand on his chest flashing the pretty blue stones.

"Oh, we're more than together, Mr.Yoon" you smirked, enjoying the very reaction you managed to get from the man.

Minghao was utterly stunned by your actions but went along with it nonetheless, although he would question them afterwards, he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you became so flirty and defensive.

"Oh, there you all are" Yoo Jung, the woman of the hour smiled upon seeing the three together.

"Oh, are the two of you married?" She gushed, eyes on your ring.

"We are" Minghao nods with a sweet smile taking your hand in his.

"You have a wedding planning shop with your wife, so romantic" she pouted looking at Jeonghan whose eyebrows were still frowning as he stared at your hand.

"What about you two? Do you have your ring?" Minghao wonders looking at the woman's hands.

"Oh, my fingers got a little too big, but I have it on my necklace" she says, Jeonghan's eyes widen as he tried to keep his soon wife from taking out the necklace.

"There's no need for that, my love" he laughed nervously.

You eyes narrowed, confused as to why he would try to not show her ring, it wasn't anything of big factor either.

"Don't be so modest, Hannie. It's a beautiful ring" she smiled , eyes full of love, his eyes strain from yours, looking down to the ground as she finally pulls the necklace out of her shirt, the ring shining brightly.

"That ring..." you mumbled, eyes big as you looked between the couple, Jeonghan breaths in shakily, eyes not meeting yours as you continued to stare at the ring, emotions hitting you like a brick.

"It's indeed a beautiful necklace, May I know where you got it?" Minghao asks the ugly question.

"Oh, Hannie is a crazy romantic. He left it open on top of his bedside table for me to find" she said,

"It was a hard time for him, our relationship wasn't exactly the best, and he had just broken up with his girlfriend when we found out I was pregnant" she confessed.

"Oh, I see" Minghao says unsure, his eyes going to yours which now shot daggers at Jeonghan's figure, face still looking down.

"Should we get back to the consultation then, Miss Kim?" Minghao says, a hand extending as he leads the woman away.

"I'm going on my lunch break" You smile at the woman.

"I'll just go to the bathroom, I'll be right there" Jeonghan excuses himself, following behind you once he saw his wife enter the shop.

"y/n, please talk to me" he begs you.

"What do you want me to say? Be happy" you joke.

"I know, you saw the ring" He confessed, you halt your steps, back still to him, scaring him even more.

"Are you really married to Minghao?" he asks conflicted with his own emotions.

"What if I am?" you laugh dryly turning to look at him.

"Are you scared that I've moved on?" You ask.

"You haven't , I know you haven't. You still love me" he says once more getting closer to you, you scoff pushing him arm off your waist.

"You're delusional. I'm happy, for once in my happy I'm not concerned whether or not the person I'm with will bail on our 2 year anniversary to be with his mistress" You jab at him.

"I never meant for it to happen! You know that. You read my note. She was never supposed to get pregnant" he continues.

"But she is, and we're over. So move on. I know I have" 

With those last words you return inside, getting in your office, Minghao's voice softly echoing through the walls, knocking once you enter the room smiling at the two inside as you sat on the chair besides his.

"You okay?" he asks quietly whilst Yoo Jung picked between the cake options, you nod, your head laying on his shoulder.

"Just tired" you whisper back, nestling into his neck, he nods, his hand patting calmly at your back.

"This cake, with the almond filling please. I'm sure Jeonghan would also like it" The bride smiles handing back the photos just as the man of the hour returns to the room.

"What about any restrictions? Any allergies or things you want out of the food?" Minghao continues to question as you make sure to note down everything.

"Oh, no. None of us are allergic to anything" she smiles.

"Jeonghan can't digest eggs though..." unbeknownst to you, you mumble.

All eyes land on you, the bride looks at you awkwardly, your eyes widening as you look around the room.

"Oh, I was having an egg sandwich and he mentioned it" you awkwardly laugh, him thankfully jumping into the story and the bride nods still confused.

After another hour of decisions all of you decide to head home, you could feel the eyes on you when you bid the couple goodbye and closed the door, staring for a minute longer as you waited to see if he would possible turn to look at you, and he did.

With a sigh you turn away, you face knocking right into Minghao's chest.

"It's him, isn't it?" he asks rather calmly, you nod. Afraid of the look of disappointment in his face.

"You don't need to be ashamed. Things happen, it's okay for you to have lingering feelings. Especially when you left without knowing who she was or when it came to happen. I'm okay with it" he reassured you.

"I'm not. He's not someone I wanted to see again. I'm so happy. Really, Hao. I'm so happy with you, I don't want him to come into my life again and ruin it" you grumble annoyed.

"He's not" he states, hands grabbing onto your face, eyes staring at you with stars.

"I won't let him woo you again. Not after everything we went through. And that ring, it might just be your marriage right" he jokes with a smirk, you smack his shoulder playfully, eyes back on his as you stood on your tippy toes inching for him.

Meeting you halfway, he pecks your lips, once, twice. Before he kisses you, soft lips on yours and the pads of his thumbs caress your cheeks.

"Let's go home" he smiles warmly.

Posted on the 19th February 2023

I'm really sorry for not posting since the end of January, University is a killer.

And thank you to the person who sent in the request, I loved it and was able to finish this quickly due to the idea, so I hope you liked it!

As always, I'd like to highlight the fact that requests are always open, both for story ideas but also for idols or people you want, including actors!

Have a good day!

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[rianafying]

journal entry time i guess

idk what i said in my last journal entry or how much of my chaotic life my journal is up to date with, but i’ve started earning a little more than i used to and things have been nice. going pretty smoothly. which is pretty shocking, considering how incompetent and inconsistent i am prone to being. i’ve been calm. i did have a full on panic attack this morning, but i did the steps and went back to normal in a few hours. i bought some cornflakes for myself as a treat. i wanted to get cinnamon toast crunch but they don’t have that at woolies, and the closest thing they have is cinni churros (mini churros dusted w cinnamon sugar), i’ve had them before and they’re good but they’re expensive, so i just got the honey nut cornflakes. oh here’s a thing, in bangladesh, cereal in general is called cornflakes regardless of whether it is actually flaked corn or not. obviously not in every family, but in mine and many other i know, this is the case. and by far the most popular cereal option is kellogg’s chocos. but i’m not a chocolate girl, so actual corn flakes for me thanks. (only second to cinnamon toast crunch, whatever that is made out of, toast? crunch? is it made out of crunch??)

i went on a walk like i have been doing everyday lately, just got home and i’m excited to take a shower and have a bowl of my good stuff. super excited. after that, i’ll prep for tomorrow’s shoot. but it’s in the evening so i’m not too stressed out. and it’s just one model and one outfit. so all good.

i have that stupid ass crush on this person that i spoke to once and now im posting stories on MESSENGER? trying to get their attention, it’s so dumb im. there is no excuse or explanation for this it’s pure pathetic. but i can’t stop thinking about this person. what do i even want out of this? nothing. because i don’t even like myself enough to let someone else like me. and they probably don’t even like me. which is fine. it’s fiiiiiiiiine. it’s fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

don’t they know it’s the end of the world. anyway, for some reason i think the movie of my life end this year. i’m not gonna do anything, but it feels that way, like, the credits are about to roll after the melancholy christmas scene. it just weirdly makes sense. that i won’t make it to next year. you know when a horrible death is juxtaposed with a nice new year’s eve kind of song or like the ending credits kind of song. i’m thinking of “the end of the world” by skeeter davis, but im not married to it.

i’m tired of it all actually. i’m tired of everything. i’m not devastated though. but i feel like im just done.

my journal entries are not supposed to make sense, and so they won’t. i’m literally writing it as i’m waiting for my scalp medicine to do its thing. my psoriasis has been completely out of control, and i’ve stopped trying to control it. i just go through the motions, i put on my medicines and oils when i can, and i do my homework, when i can, i wake up i do my chores and i go to sleep. and even at my happiest, i don’t think it’s worth it. i’m getting older, and i knew i’d be doing this by myself, and i know it’s not changing, ever.

maybe i’m just not that good at anything, and im fine with that, just let me step aside, i don’t want to participate anymore. i just want to get away. i want to stop. things are getting better and even in the scenario that everything works out as i hoped, i still don’t want it. what do i want? i don’t even want to read books or watch movies. but i still do. because that’s what i’m supposed to. i don’t even care anymore. i can’t think of something i care enough about. enough to stick around. i don’t know why or how my journal took this turn i thought i was doing fine but looks like im kind of not doing that well.

i’m so tired. i’m so so tired, please. but i know i’ve been much more tired before and i still was okay. so i’ll be okay. i will. but. i’m so tired. i took that test and i scored 100% on positivity and 5% on happiness. and that checks out. i’m not ungrateful, but im not necessarily happy. but i don’t like to let people know im not happy. because they take it as a chance to point out my flaws or to give unsolicited advice. i don’t even care. m

i’m just a little overwhelmed. maybe i need to stop trying to be okay all the time and actually go through the emotions instead of pretending they’re not there. i can’t be numb forever.

maybe i need to just feel super sad tonight and not do anything. i really feel like binge eating. i’ve been kind of doing that recently. not really full on binging but eating more than i *need* to. which i can’t afford to do for too long. i’m just scared of letting food go bad and of idk, not having food, because that does happen to me on weeks when there are surprise expenses. but it’s not as bad as it sounds, i don’t even eat that much regularly.

IM SO DISTRACTED. i’m so distracted and i can feel my heart beating faster than it should even though i am in bed trying to RELAX. idk what is wrong with me. things are no where near perfect but i am doing much better than i was a couple of months ago, better than last year, better than any year before. i think.

but i wish i was doing better than i am now. nothing too crazy, i wish i had the time, money and energy to properly clean and decorate my room. and to be able to pause worrying about bills and food constantly. hopefully ill figure out how to do things better so im a step above just making ends meet. things are actually good and getting obviously better, then why am i still so upset? why do i complain so much? i just feel like ranting and ranting and ranting because im avoiding the things i should actually be doing. such as cleaning and homework. but i have such a hard time getting started. what with adhd and all. and i cant believe i posted a story on facebook after so many years just so some random stranger will give me attention, what’s that gonna do? nothing!!!

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i just can’t do it, i can’t do things. i can’t do anything. I just watched 3 episodes of rory in yale and im in uni right now!!! isn’t that crazy? i’m living that life! i moved out, i live in my room which isn’t exactly a dorm room but it’s a unilodge so it’s close enough, and then what? i just feel like crying and i don’t even know why???? i’m not even that lonely, like i talk to my cousins and my friends all the time. i’m caught up with people, i meet people all the time, i participate in activities. i’m doing my best, i got 85-97% in all my assignments this trimester, and i just have two little assignments and an exam to go before my holidays start. but then the real difficult thing will begin. which is cleaning my room, which is the most godawful task to have ever been invented. but i’ll do it, and it’ll be hard and tiring and lengthy, and then what? do i get to enjoy myself? no i have to get a fucking job in hospitality or something, and earn extra money during my break. why does my scalp literally hurt. oh right because i have a severe chronic autoimmune disorder that makes my whole body flare up and makes my nails hurt. i love life 😍.

no but seriously, of all the things that could go wrong, psoriasis is still easy mode. i’m grateful. i’m very very grateful. you know what, it doesn’t really feel like i have the worst combination of problems like it used to feel before. like my eating disorder is kind of under control. so is my anxiety and depression. like it’s all still there but it’s not that bad? is it time for me to come to terms with the fact that the person i have a crush on is never going to text me again? but isn’t that nice? like isn’t that ideal? isn’t that literally what i wanted/want? it is actually. i think i just need some validation. it’s crazy how i end up wanting more validation when im on social media vs when i’m off of it for months. maybe after my trimester ends, i’ll get off of social media or figure out a solid plan to stick to that ensures i don’t spend too much time on socials, because it not only eats up my day but also makes me feel awful about myself.

it’s crazy how out of touch with my feelings and myself i get when im on social media. it’s decided then. i will severely limit my social media usage during my holidays. actually starting now. that’s one thing. and i’ve started walking regularly again, so that’s also good. what else, i go to therapy regularly, and i am journaling. i’m managing my money better? i’m doing the best i can. i’ve been emotionally self sufficient. i’ve been self aware and i have not been doing that bad. i’m being kind and forgiving to myself and to everyone else as well. i’m a better person now than i used to be, not necessarily in terms of intentions, but more in terms of consequences of my actions. but also because i’ve simply had the energy to do more for myself and for others. can’t fill their cup if my own is empty. things are good. i need to do something about my mood swings. this person i was talking to said to take cold showers to feel better and i would rather pour vinegar into my eyes than do that. but maybe i could give it a try. no i absolutely couldn’t. even the thought of it is jarring.

#personal #journal entry

[the-bitchy-sloth]

Stray Kids How You Met

TW: Bad Spelling, Bad Grammar, Mentions of Being Followed(Seungmin),

Bang Chan: you, your friend and her kid were hanging out at the park when you and your friend decided it is time to go eat it was getting late and you were hungry and didn't feel like cooking so you and your friend decide to go eat so you, her and her kid go to eat

~time skip to at the restaurant after your seated~

You and your friend got so caught up in talking that when your friend excuse herself to go to the bathroom you realize that her kid was gone(what a bad mom😂😂😂) so you look around to see her kid talking to a extremely extremely attractive man(can you tell I am a chan bias😂😂😂) so you quickly go over there and apologize for your friend's kid bothering him "I am so sorry if he bothered you" you said apologetically "no no he was fine it's fine" he said "well I am sorry again we'll get out of your hair now bye" you said usher him away.

~another time skip to after you finished up eating~

You were talking waiting for your waiter to come give you the check but its been about 20 minutes since you last saw them so you ask the waiter walking by you two for your check when they said not to worry about that the guy [who you talked to earlier] paid for your food but he was gone so you didn't get to thank him but you did get to because when you walked out he was sitting on a bench outside on his phone you say goodbye to your friend and go over to him and say "excuse me I wanted to thank you for what you did but you didn't have to do that I can pay you back or maybe I can make it up to you" you said nicely he looks up at you "I guess they didn't give you the note huh" he said shyly you look at him confused " n..no what note" "Ummmm mhm it not important" he said even shyer then before as a car pulled up he said "um bye" and got into the car you were quick on you feet and went in the restaurant and asked the waiter if they still had the note they did and the note read "hey I was a little to shy to ask you this but would you maybe want to go on a date with me here's my number if you do [number] I hope to hear from you I am Chan by the way"

Lee Know: you were at the park taking a walk but you did one thing that was very dumb walking and playing games on your phone but maybe it wasn't the that bad of a idea. You were walking and playing on your phone when you tripped over something whatever it was you tripped and fell you were prepared to fall on the ground but you fell into someone well you didn't fall into them they caught you and they are a really attractive guy he helps you to your feet and you go into apology over load "I am so so so so sorry I should of been paying attention I shouldn't of been on my phone like that I am so sorry" "no no it's fine are you okay?" He asked sweetly "yeah I am fine again I am so sorry" you apologize for the millionth time "no it fine seriously" he says but as he get the last word out you heard another guy yell out "Minho come on we got to go now" he turned around and yelled back "give me a sec" he said turning back around to you saying " I have to go but um it was nice meeting you maybe we could hang out sometime oh here" he says as he hands you a note with his number on it(because everyone carries a note with there number already on it😂😂) then you hear the voice from earlier yell out again " Yah minho stop flirting and come on" and minho says bye and turns around walking away

Changbin: so your friend was tired of you being well single she wanted to be able to go on cringe doubled dates but well she can't because you're single so she decided to set you up with one of her boyfriend's friend even though you have said no five times she gave him your number and said to trust her well you didn't but did decide that you should meet him before you say no so you started messaging him and he didn't seem so bad so you agreed to go on a date with him at the park (soo sorry this is short but it's kind of like changbin short haha)

Hyunjin: so you friend was a back up dancer at a entertainment company she invited you to come watch her practice and then you two could go get something to eat so you agree and headed there she said she was in studio 6 and you had no idea were any of the studio but you were too shy to ask for help so you thought that wandering around aimlessly was a good idea which it wasn't cause now you more lost then before you were lucky to run into some guy "hey um excuse me can you help me I am kind of lost" you said shyly  "oh sure what can I help you with" he said happily  " thanks um my friend invited me to watch her practices she said she's in studio 6 but I don't even know where studio 1 is so maybe you could just give me direction to where it is because I am sure your probably busy" you say " oh no funny thing is I was heading to one of the studio's to practice myself so I could show you there" he said " oh wow what a coincidence ( not like the whole plot is you meeting him haha) well thank you soo much for the help" you say " no problem let's go" he say as you two start walking "so what's your friends name" he asked "oh y/f/n(if you can't think of one use Mina it was the first one that popped into my head) do you know her" you ask " oh yeah she one of the company's backup dancer's " he say "I am hyunjin by the way" he added " oh I am y/n" you guy's chat until you get there and say your farewells and a hour after you finish up with your friend and now your at home laying in bed playing on your phone when you get a text saying " Hey it hyunjin I asked your friend for your number hope you don't mind you don't have to respond if you don't want to I understand"

Han: You were at you apartment/house bored asf when your friend asked you  if you want to go to her friend party with her you agreed and went

~time skip to when your at the party~ 

you and your friend were talking when this guy came up and asked you and your friend "how are you two enjoying the party" he asked your friend says " great oh y/n this is Han he is one of the guys who threw this party and Han this is Y/n one of my best friends" "hey its nice to meet you Y/n that's a really pretty name" he says sweetly "Oh Um thanks its nice too meet you too" you two start chatting and 30 minutes later you realize your friend is gone " oh shoot did she seriously ditch me" you say annoyed " oh um I could drive you home if you need a ride" Han said "really you wouldn't mind" no problem" 

~time skip to when you arrive at your house~ 

you got out after you said bye and as you were walking toward your apartment building/front door he shouts out his car window " Hey you forgot your bag" you run back to his car and get your bag you walk away and get back into your apartment/house to find note in your bag reading " [phone number] call me -Han" 

Felix: you were playing [insert a game you can play online with people]  with your friend's when one of them had to go so your other friend said they knew someone who could join, you agree so five minutes later someone joins the call "hello" a deep voice say "hey Felix how are you" your friend said "I am good how about you" the guy who you now know is Felix said "I am good oh by the way Felix this is y/n. y/n this is felix" your friend said "hello" you said "hi y/n it nice to meet you" Felix said

~time skip to an hour after playing~

"that was so much fun" you said "Yeah that was" felix said "yeah it was I have to go bye" your friend said "ok bye" you said "yeah bye" felix said and they logged off "do you want to play more" felix asked "yeah sure" you responded

~another time skip to four hours later it is 2 am~

"we should probably log off it's really late" you said "yeah your probably right it was really nice to meet you" felix said " Yeah it was nice to meet you bye" You said logging off but right when you logged you heard that felix said something but you couldn't hear what he said you tried to log back in but he had logged out already you also didn't know his user on discord you decided to go to bed and ask your friend for his discord 

~time skip to the morning~

you got on your computer to message your friend for Felix's discord to see you got a friend request and the user looked familiar you realized it was felix and immediately accept

Seungmin: (trigger warning mention of being followed) You were walking home from work when you noticed that this guy was following you but you thought maybe you were wrong and he wasn't following you so you walked into a store and he followed you in you looked around the store you noticed the guy started to getting closer to you, you saw this other guy in the store you quickly walk over to him and whisper "hey can you help me this guy has been following me since I left work just pretend you know me or that were friends" he kind of froze for a sec but then said " oh um hey how are you" pretending he just noticed you "hey I am good how about you" you said a little nervous "I am good did you just get off work" he said calmingly "um yeah" you said "hey let go I'll walk you home and we can catch up" he said calmly

~you two leave and talk the whole way~

"oh wow this is my place I didn't even realize we were walking that long" you said shocked "oh really wow, it was really nice to meet y/n" he said " before I go I want to thank you for helping me Seungmin I.. I am glad you were there to help me instead of someone else maybe I could get your number and make it up to you in someway like" you say "oh um no problem but you don't need to make it up to me in anyway but you seem like a cool person and I wouldn't mind getting your number and maybe we could hang out sometime as friend's of course umm but you don't have to if you don't want to" he said nervously "yeah um sure here" you said getting a piece of paper from your bag and writing you number on it giving it to him "well goodbye Seungmin it was really nice too meet you" you said smiling "bye it was nice to meet you too y/n" he said waving goodbye

I.N: (sorry if this was short just didn't know how to make it longer) you were sitting in a very busy café you had the last availably booth it was just you there were four seats not counting the seat you were on your phone drinking you coffee and having your lunch you were on your phone when this guy walked over to you and asked "hey um excuse me can my friends and I sit with you unless your with friend then I am sorry for bothering you" he said nervously "oh yeah sure" you said

~time skip to a hour~

you ended up Talking with them after 30min of them sitting with them "well I have to go but it was nice to meet you all" you said "oh well it was nice too meet you maybe we can exchange number's it was fun hanging out with and I'd love to do it again" the guy who you now know is Jeongin "oh wow sure yeah here" you say giving him your number "goodbye it was nice to meet you too by the way

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Twin Flame

Plot: Akito and Shigure realize that their connection goes far deeper than that of a dog and its god.

Inspired by MGK's Twin Flame song. Lots of time jumps. Lyrics are italicized. I made a video on tiktok to go along with this: CLICK FOR VIDEO

It's been six days since the last time I saw your face

And you asked my sign

I told you mine, I questioned why

And you said, "Everything's aligned"

As per usual, the zodiac dog was sitting on the engawa, book in hand. It was a hot day and anyone with an ounce of sanity would've stayed indoors, but desperation filled the young boy's soul. At only eleven years of age, Shigure knew what he wanted most in life. Being near her, even just for a moment, was enough to calm his restless soul. So naturally, he'd hoped to encounter her that hot summer day. 

Although it wasn't usual to see Akito around the estate on a very hot day, Shigure felt as though the girl could sense when he was close by, the same way he could sense her presence. According to the maids, the heat of summer often made Akito sick and therefore, they'd always done their best to keep her indoors. God did whatever she wanted though and most days, she'd come out to play with the older kids, even if it meant that she'd be sick for several days following the outing. 

"Shigure, are you really the dog?" 

His head turned fast to see her standing there, hands on her hips. Although this information had previously been given to her, Shigure realized that she'd never seen him in his dog form. Patting the space beside him, he set down his book and gave her his full attention. Little feet moved towards him to take her place beside him. "I am. I thought you knew this…"

"I do! I just wanted to be sure. I've never seen you as a dog. My father says dogs are loyal to their master. Will you be loyal to me forever? I am your master, after all." A small smile spread across her lips although her tone was venomous. Shigure didn't quite understand how someone so young could have such fire inside of them. Akito was well spoken for a child her age despite being incredibly shy at times. 

"Of course I will. You're who I care about most." No truer words had ever left his lips. He didn’t even love his own parents the way he loved Akito. Judging by the smile on her face, he assumed that had been a good enough answer. They sat there together, not saying a word to each other for a moment. 

"I saw a dog once." Again, silence. Shigure had attempted to give her time to continue with her story but clearly that was all she'd wanted to say. It was almost comical, Shigure thought. Of course children her age enjoyed sharing random stories and thoughts that went nowhere. Out of fear that she'd get upset and leave, he did his best not to laugh.

"Maybe one day I'll get the chance to show you," he said as he tucked a strand of hair behind her tiny ear. As dumb it was, something about knowing that she'd someday she would see his other form made him feel vulnerable. The curse had never been something painful to him, but he was young and assumed that if his other form wasn't to her liking, she'd think less of him. 

"I'd like that." Again, she smiled and that smile was something he'd dreamed of since before she had been born. Without another word spoken between them, Akito leaned against Shigure. Picking up his book, he read to her as he often did when they were alone together. 

On the first day, you told me 

I was your twin flame from a past life

And tonight, the moon is full

So take me anywhere outside

They sat together on the engawa, her hand on his thigh while his arms were around her. In truth, he hadn't the faintest idea what he would've done had she not come to him that day. He'd laid his cards out on the table and wore his heart on his sleeve for her yet due to their history, he'd had no idea what to expect. 

His eyes never let his book, refusing to even look up at her despite wanting to see her wearing the gift he'd given her. If she rejected him, he wasn't sure he could stand it. When she spoke, it was like the dream all over again. It was real and she'd truly come to him, wanting him to be the one to love her. At long last, she was his and his alone. Their love was vocalized and he'd waited years to hear her say those three words. 

"Do you believe in other types of bonds?" Her words had confused him given that he was still replaying the first kiss as a couple in his mind. 

"Bonds?"

Akito sighed, looking down for a moment as if she was unsure of whether she wanted to continue this conversation or move on to something less embarrassing. "It's just that… all these years, I wanted so badly to believe that the bond would never break. When it did, I didn't know what to think. It was like being slapped in the face. I felt so alone until I started doing research on bonds. I learned about soulmates and twin flames, that kind of stuff." 

"I've heard of soulmates, but what is a twin flame? It sounds like some sort of candle." He laughed and she hated him for it. Regardless of the topic, he was always doing or saying something to make her regret even saying anything to him. It was as if he enjoyed making her angry.

"You're an idiot, you know? Twin flames are two souls that are bound together for eternity. Well, I guess one soul in two bodies. The love and connection is intense and unlike any other. One article I read even mentioned how twin flames are often in love before they're ever born. It made me think of you." A sigh escaped her lips as she moved her hand away from him and rested it on her own thigh. Something about sharing this information with him made her feel vulnerable in a way she never had before. 

"Eventually, after meeting and connecting so deeply, conflict of some sort happens. One person runs away from the connection while the other tries to chase after the one that ran. Fuck… this sounded a lot better in my head."

Rather than laughing as she likely expected him to, he wrapped his arms even tighter around her. Although this was a new concept for him, he could easily see how she could find their situation relatable to what she'd described. After all, he'd loved her since before she was born and although some would attribute his intense connection to her as being part of the curse, he'd always known deep down that there was more to the connection than anyone would ever believe. As a child, she'd always preferred him. There were many times when the two were content merely being in the other's presence. 

As for conflict, they'd had more than their fair share. Both had deeply wounded the other and for years, they'd played games with one another in an attempt to hurt each other. They were toxic yet their feelings for one another brought them back to each other time and time again. As for running and chasing, it was true that they'd done both. Akito had always been the runner whereas he'd been the chaser. Sure, there were times when he'd ruined things for himself but the belief he'd held that one day she'd come back to him had been all the motivation he needed to continue to chase after her. 

"What happens then? Do they just keep running and chasing?"

"No, eventually they surrender to the bond and work on healing what they've broken both within themselves and within the relationship." There was a hint of confidence in her voice now compared to before. Shigure assumed that it was because she sensed that he was genuinely interested in what she was saying. 

"So is that what this is? Would you call this sweet surrender?" 

"I'd say so," she said softly as she looked up at the sky. Day had turned to night so quickly that she hadn't noticed the full moon or the chill in the air. She shivered, moving closer to him. 

He kissed her forehead, afraid now that she'd get sick from the cold. "Perhaps we should go inside." Shigure already knew what her answer would be.

"No, I like looking up at the moon. You know, I'd sit here and watch the moon sometimes when I'd think of you. I remember being very young, probably five or six. Most days, we could only play together for a few hours because you had school the next day or something, always something stupid. I'd sit here, looking at the moon and wondering if you could see it from your house. Something about knowing that we were looking up at the same sky made me feel better about you not being there with me. Even after I kicked you out, I'd do this sometimes." 

Another sigh left her as she looked towards him, searching his face for any indication of how he felt after hearing this information. "I hated it. I hated that I'd miss you. This damn moon was always a reminder of you. Hatori would catch me out here every time you and I had an argument and I think he always knew the significance of the moon and how it correlated to you."

There was a pregnant pause before he stood up and made his way inside. She was about to lose it and get angry with him, assuming that he was walking away from the conversation, but he quickly returned with a blanket. Shigure draped the blanket over her shoulders and pulled her close once again.

"Had I known that, I would've started arguments with you more often so that you'd have no choice but to think of me." He smiled and winked at her, causing her to chuckle softly. "So about this twin flame thing, now that we've surrendered, what comes next?"

"Healing," she said before kissing his lips. The belief that their souls were bound to one another and had lived many lives together was something they both believed now. All that mattered now was the love they shared and the life they planned to build together. 

I cannot kiss you yet, you're magic

So I'll just stare at you instead

"Shigure?" Silence. "Shigure?" 

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. "Akito?"

"Why are you staring at me? You're being really weird."

The boy hadn't meant to stare, but when he saw her walk towards him that day, it occurred to him just how special she was. Not many people could say that they were born to be loved, but she could. Shigure always thought back on the dream he'd had and how it had changed everything for him. 

"I was thinking about how special and loved you are. I've cared about you far longer than I've actually known you and I intend to care for you for the rest of my life." Although he was still very young, he already had a way with words the way a true novelist would. 

"I know that. You have no choice but to be loyal to me." The girl smirked, already knowing the power she possessed. Her father had told her many times that she was special and that all the zodiac members would love her and stay by her side forever. It was something she expected of all of them and Shigure was no different. 

He frowned, realizing that she hadn't quite understood what he'd meant. "I know that, but even if there wasn't a bond, I'd always be here for you." Shigure realized that she was too young to understand the weight of his words or the love he felt for her. They were still children but he found comfort in her presence, loved embracing her and would live solely for her. Although the others were obligated and bound to her, Shigure knew that he was the only one that loved her beyond the bond they all shared. 

Before he could grasp what was happening, he felt her little arms pull him close. He knew he wasn't the only one she'd done this with. There had been a few times where Shigure had seen her hug Hatori like this as well and had felt jealous of his best friend but the jealousy was always short-lived. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. 

"I love you, you big idiot. You're more annoying than Hatori but less annoying than Ayame so I guess that makes you one of my favorites." He couldn't help but smile and she smiled back. It was one of the most sincere moments they had ever shared together and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. It seemed as though the older she got, the more she needed the elder members of the zodiac. Oftentimes, Shigure would hold her as she cried or soothe her when her emotions became too much to bear. He'd been the one to comfort her the night her father died. 

Against his better judgment, he kissed her forehead. Akito's eyes went wide. It was something he'd never done before and clearly she hadn’t expected it. For a brief moment, their eyes met and he saw genuine happiness in her eyes, something he hadn't seen in quite a while. With the death of her father came many responsibilities that had weighed heavily upon her despite her young age. 

"Promise to always do that?" It was commanding yet he heard the hope in her voice. 

"Always." He'd always keep his promise to her no matter where life took them. Shigure didn't believe in magic and had always found the concept of it stupid. Ayame once put on a magic show for him and Hatori and although Shigure would never admit it, he found the whole thing comical. However, in that moment while they embraced, he realized that Akito was the only thing he considered to be true magic. She had been born to love and he loved her, always.

I get insecure and panic 'cause I know you're too pure for this

You're too good for me, I'm too bad to keep

I'm too sad, lonely

I want you only

It tore him apart when she'd chosen Kureno over him. Shigure had been her first everything and yet now he found himself at a loss knowing that she now shared her bed with Kureno. He'd made the mistake of bedding her mother in an attempt to hurt her for hurting him and it had only caused more damage between the two. Not only had she kicked him out of the compound but she had refused to see him whenever he'd stop by. 

Only Hatori knew how bad this whole ordeal had broken his friend. To most, Shigure was the most carefree guy they'd ever met. Even in the face of trouble, he'd remain cool and composed. That was the side of him that he wanted everyone to see. Hatori, however, had seen the broken man beneath the cool exterior, at least for those first few weeks. 

"Shigure, you need to stop this. Give her time. Obsessing over this is no good for anyone involved and honestly, I'm tired of hearing about this from the both of you." Hatori had been thrown into the middle of their drama. Not only had he been forced to hear Shigure's complaining but he'd had to listen to Akito as well. He'd spent sleepless nights listening to Akito cry and break things in her room over Shigure's betrayal and although this was something he didn't share with his friend, he knew that both parties were hurting. 

"I wanted her to reap what she sowed but I didn't expect this."

"Then what did you expect? You slept with the one person she hates most and then you went and told her about it like an idiot. You did it to hurt her and you wanted to rub it in. I'm not taking her side or yours because you both did wrong." 

Shigure couldn't help but notice that Hatori looked exhausted and he figured that it was because of the situation with him and Akito. "So you admit that she's in the wrong as well?" He already knew the answer to his question but wanted to hear it anyway. Of course they were both in the wrong and right now, it didn't seem like she'd ever want him around again. "Tell me, does she really hate me or do you think she'll get over it eventually? Honesty Haa-san, she was in the wrong first. I merely followed her lead."

"There's no justifying what either of you did but she wasn't your girlfriend, Shigure and you knew that she would always belong to everyone else just as we belong to her. I hate to be the one to say it, but she doesn’t belong to you and was never yours to lose. As long as we're bound by the curse, she'll never belong to you. As for her getting over it, I assume it'll take some time. She's just as upset as you are." Hatori stood in Shigure's kitchen, watching as his friend sat at the table with a long face.

"I doubt that. She's absolutely heartless. For years, she led me astray, making me believe that she loved me only to give herself to him. Let her be upset. Let her cry, scream and make herself look foolish. She's not my problem and never will be. She made sure of that." His words were cold but it was obvious that he was hurting. 

Hatori hadn't seen this side of Shigure since they were children and there was something unsettling about it. "She may not be your problem but I hope you're aware that your actions have caused problems for the rest of us. Being honest with her about your feelings would have spared you both some heartache."

Shigure laughed. "Heartache? How could she possibly be heartbroken when this is her fault? I bet he doesn't make her scream the way I do."

Taking a deep breath, Hatori attempted to wipe that mental image out of his mind. "I really didn't need to hear that. Don't come by the estate anymore unless she's ready to see you. Take this time to get settled into this house and to reflect on all that's happened. Maybe you'll finally decide to be honest with yourself and with Akito."

As much as Hatori wanted to support his best friend, there was only so much he could do and honestly, he was mentally exhausted from having to be a shoulder to cry on for both of them. Shigure would eventually get it together and Akito would eventually want to speak to him again. It was only a matter of time. Not wanting to deal with Shigure any longer, Hatori bid his friend farewell and went home. 

In the days that followed Hatori's visit, Shigure had tried his best to avoid calling her. He wanted to hear her voice more than anything but then he'd think about Kureno and would find himself hating Akito once again. It took weeks before she finally called him.

"Shigure," she said on the other line. 

"Akito, it's good to hear from you." His hands trembled as he held the phone to his ear. Only she was capable of evoking this kind of reaction in him. 

"I'm sure it is. Hatori said you cried about me." He could hear the amusement in her voice. Of course she had to be venomous; it added salt to the wound. Unbeknownst to her, Hatori had also told Shigure that she had cried about him every day since she'd thrown him out. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she'd hurt him, he remained silent despite having so much to say to her. 

"I still hate you, but I want to see you."

"And why's that? I'm assuming you want to rub your relationship with Kureno in my face some more." Just saying the other man's name enraged him. 

"No, that's not it at all. I mean, I could do that but that's not what I want. It's not why I'm calling."

The embarrassment in her tone gave her intentions away. "What's the matter? He can't hit the right spot or is it that he doesn't know how to properly use his tongue to-..."

"Shut up. Can't you just be happy that I want to see you? Why do you have to always say things that make me want to punch you in the face? Just get your ass over here. Hatori will come pick you up." With that being said, she hung up on him.

As he got himself ready to see her, he reflected on their conversation. Shigure made sure he looked his best. He planned to show her just how stupid she was choosing Kureno over him. Deep down, he knew that his insecurity derived from the fact that she was god and would always be too good for him until he could figure out how to break the curse. 

By the time Hatori arrived, Shigure had thought of a million things he'd wanted to say to her but he knew that once he saw her, none of it would matter. He loved her more than he hated her and distance had made him hunger for her in a way that he never had before. With one more smug look in the mirror, Shigure left his new home and got into the car. Nothing mattered anymore, just her.

I got six ways to say that I fell in love with you at first sight

I wish that I could frame the way you look at me with those eyes

Her eyes had always stood out to him. The first night Shigure had ever seen Akito, her eyes had captivated him. Only hours old, her purple orbs made his heart skip a beat when they looked into his eyes, as if seeing something deep inside of his soul. That night had been ingrained into his memory, easily one of the best moments of his life. Although the dog spirit was crying out for its god, Shigure knew that the love he felt for her went beyond that. Those eyes felt like coming home and his world would never be the same. All he knew from that moment on was that he wanted to be by her side forever. 

As time passed, those eyes grew wider as they discovered more of the world around her. Shigure was only a few years older than her but something about seeing her curiosity about the world around her was exciting to him. On the days that she'd ask him to play with her, they'd dig for worms and shoot each other with water guns. He would do anything just to hear her laugh. Shigure took pride in knowing that she preferred to spend her time with him. 

"You're my favorite," she would say as she looked into his eyes. No matter how many years had passed since the night they'd met, her gaze had always been enough to make his heart skip a beat. He lived for those moments when he was her favorite. 

Years later, he was no longer her favorite. Kureno had taken his place and although she had requested that he visit her whenever possible, Shigure had been cast out of her hellish heaven. Like a fallen angel, he conspired against her but only because he knew that she belonged with him and he would make her see that. During this impossibly agonizing period in their relationship, the eyes he loved so much often looked upon him with disdain. It only fueled his determination to make her his. 

Then came the day that it all came crashing down. He was free yet bound to her by feelings that were all his own. He'd given her the option to come to him and when she did, he swore to her that he'd never let her go. Shigure saw true happiness in her eyes that day and he was sure she saw the same when she looked at him. At last, he was her and she was his just as it was always meant to be. 

The night he'd asked her to marry him, the moonlight reflected in her eyes as they filled with tears. Later, she would tell him that it had been the first time she'd ever shed happy tears. Her gaze went from the ring on her finger to his eyes and he could see all the love she'd had for him in that moment. On their wedding day, those eyes cried happy tears once again. Gazing at each other, the couple held hands and he'd vowed to love her beyond eternity. It shook him to his core to know that she was finally his. There would be no more competition to win her favor. The woman he'd loved for as long as he could remember was now his wife and that was all that mattered. 

Life came full circle when he held the tiny baby in his arms. Watching the woman he loved give birth to their baby had been like witnessing a miracle, as cliche as that sounded. The baby opened his eyes and gazed upon his father with the same eyes his mother had the night she'd been born. Throughout Akito's pregnancy, Shigure had hoped that their baby would have his mother's eyes. In fact, the baby looked like a whole glass of Akito with a shot of him mixed in. Everything they had been through had led up to their son being born and Shigure couldn't think of anything more poetic than that.

Freeze time, baby, rewind

Maybe ask you earlier, "be mine"

See, I didn't understand deja vu 'till I met you

"I wish life had been fair to us. We could've been in love like this for years." There was sadness in her voice. Shigure hated it when she dwelled on things given that she had a tendency to allow the most trivial things to consume her and steal her joy.

 Of course he knew she was right but neither of them could change the past. The important thing was that they were together now and nothing else mattered. "I've been in love with you for years and you always had love for me, or at least that's what you've said."  

"Of course I did. Do you really think I would've allowed you to be in my presence ever again after what you did if I didn't love you? That's not the point I'm trying to make. It's just shitty that-" 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, placing one hand upon her protruding belly. "Akito, listen to me. That's the ring I gave you that's on your finger. This is my child in your belly, our child. Nothing that came before all of this matters. We've made the choice to build a life together and this is what matters. It wouldn't be a twin flame connection without some conflict, right?" His lips grazed her neck, causing her to shiver. 

"No, it wouldn't. I hate when you're right because you love to rub it in. After all these years, you haven't changed a bit." He could hear the amusement in her voice. The only thing that had changed over the years was that his love for her had intensified. When he'd married her, his love had intensified. The day she'd announced that she was pregnant, he fell even more in love with her than he thought possible. It seemed as though with each new chapter of their lives, love just kept pouring out of him. 

"I never told you this but the night you were born, there was something in me that recognized you and it wasn't just the dog recognizing its god. It was my soul coming to the realization that the ties that bind us were ours alone, not those of what we'd been possessed with. I suppose it took quite a while for me to understand the magnitude of that realization. Based on what you've told me, I do believe you were correct in thinking that we have a twin flame connection." Unbeknownst to her, he had done his own research on twin flames. 

"I know," she said softly, turning around to face him. He pressed his forehead against hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I knew as soon as I heard about twin flames that you were mine. We destroyed each other over and over again and yet we still ended up together. Life did everything it could to seperate us but you wouldn't give up." Their eyes met and he could see the smile on her face. "I'm happy you didn't give up. Life wouldn't be the same without you."

#akito sohma #shigure sohma #fruits basket #akigure

[taiblogcomics]

Not-So-Great Briton

Hey there, Mayan Hill Farms. You know, I think one of the worst things about this being an 18 issue series is that 18 doesn't divide up so much. Like, a 12 issue series, being a quarter of the way through and a third of the way through are right next to each other! Like, what are we on, 5 out of 18 today? That's not anything! What's 18 divisible by, 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, and 18? That's terrible. Anyways, let's hope this is the largest complaint I have this week~

Here's the cover:

Hey, who do you think our focal point character is going to be this issue? Is it Kid Briton? I bet it's probably going to be Kid Briton. I mean, I guess it's kind of a cool poster look, but like... It's trying to sell you on this new character. "Come read about my OC!" Is this enticing? Will it get you to pick up issue 5 of this ongoing series? I dunno, man. I also just think his chinstrap-earmuffs style of costume is dumb-looking. Sword's pretty cool, though~

Addendum: Apparently it's also an A Clockwork Orange reference, so sue me for not recognising that. I don't think that makes it better, though. Like, the Battle Royale cover was cute, I got that one. Is A Clockwork Orange even a teenage murder movie? But, like, homaging all these movie posters just says to me that they don't have any unique ideas to sell you on their own premise. They have to copy something else you recognise to draw your attention.

Anyway, last time on Child Murder Island, Arcade kidnapped a bunch of teens and Darkhawk and told them to Hunger Games. It's been, like, eight days, and food's running out. Our Runaways reps attempt to make an alliance, but someone roasts Reptil in the woods, and Chase takes the blame, ruining the mood and the issue. While moping, Chase also finds Darkhawk's magic doodad out in the woods, thus making him the new bearer of the Darkhawk powers. And given the way these issues have gone, I bet we won't see any of that in today's kindling!

So we open with who else but Kid Briton. He's monologuing to himself, which seems to be a common pasttime on Child Murder Island, I've noticed. Kid Briton's having the very pleasant thoughts of how he's so cool and invincible, and how it'd be easy to murder Cullen Bloodstone and Anachronism right now while they slept, save everyone some trouble later. How pleasant that this is our focal character. But he decides not to, because it'd make Apex unhappy. And an unhappy Apex is an unhappy Kid Briton. So at least there's that much hope.

We dip into a flashback, and I just wanna have it known up front that I know remarkably little about Captain Britain. Gonna save some trouble and refer to Kid Briton by his name, Brian. Anyway, he's in Captain Britain's office at Braddock Academy, getting a lecture about how he's not applying himself or something. "You could be the best and brightest, but you're just the school bully." And Brian's response is that being a cocky little shit is how he keeps going, because his powers depend on self-confidence. I guess the response would be that you can be confident without being a cock, but Captain Britain instead chooses to dismiss him and go punch a dragon.

Morning comes on Child Murder Island with Arcade finally showing up in his damn plot for the first time since issue 1. He wakes up everybody by appearing in the sky and singing "The Candy Man" from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Maybe the boat scene song would have been more appropriate. Anyways, he's bored. Boy, I hate agreeing with him, but I am too. So he's decided to mix things up. He's putting four safe zone out, one per quadrant, and one of them has supplies. He even tells them that it's in safe zone 2. But it'll be first come first served, so get to it, kids.

The Braddock pack decide to set out, but are delayed because the earthquakes accompanying Arcade's "I've come to make an announcement!" shifted the place around, and Anachronism can't find his axe with both hands and a flashlight. Kid Briton suggests he leave it, coz it's not like he has the guts to use it. Cullen Bloodstone finds the axe at this point, and throws it directly at Kid Briton's face. Anachronism sticks out his hand and catches it an inch from striking him. Kid Briton then punches Cullen for doing that. So everyone's an asshole today, huh?

To emphasise this, we get another flashback to Kid Briton at the academy. You know he's a douche because he goes around in his super-suit in a casual setting. First he's making out with Apex, telling her she's the only one he's into. He then goes down the hall and makes out with Nara. And along the way, he sees a fat nerd stereotype, who's using a laptop to play a game, and cuts his laptop in half. Few minutes later, same nerd kid walks in on the makeout accidentally, and Kid Briton beats the shit out of him so he won't tell. I think someone just jumped to the bottom of my list of characters I want to see get out of this~

Back in the present, the earthquakes also caused an avalanche in the snow area, and Cammi got buried. However, Nico and Chase happened to be nearby to pull her out. She proposes an alliance, since they've already taken out Mettle, Red Raven, the Sentinel, and Darkhawk. And the last two of those are serious customers! All she's got is survival skills and a raygun. So since Darkhawk never turned up for their meeting, she offers to stick with them, while Chase tries not to look very suspicious about having found Darkhawk's power amulet. I sure hope that won't lead to drama later!

At the same time, the Braddock Pack are crossing some sort of stone bridge, and Cullen wonders if this is real or they're all hooked up in a Matrix VR setup. Anachronism replies that, if they die in a video game or real life, they're dead either way, so who cares. That's a fair point, honestly. The rest of the group yells at them to hurry up, and the lads comment that they hate them. What a coincidence, I hate them too. Then the bridge collapses under them for no reason, and they fall in the river.

None of the rest of the Braddock pack rushes to help them, and when Cullen and Anachronism manage to struggle to shore, Kid Briton justifies himself with "See, they made it, they're fine". Wow, I might almost hate this character more than the actual villain of the piece. Anyway, as he and Nara--who is an Atlantean, by the way, she could dive in no problem--just smugly watch them across the shore, Deathlocket's expression goes blank. She steps backwards, aims her gun, and shoots Nara point-blank, blasting her off the cliff, to Kid Briton's horror.

At the same moment, we cut over to X-23 and Hazmat hauling Reptil up a hill on a makeshift stretcher. After a bit, he suddenly stirs and resumes consciousness, and the girls check on him. They tell him they kicked the Runaways out after what they pulled, and Reptil tells them that Chase isn't the one who blasted him. It was Deathlocket. Deathlocket has been the one stalking these camps the whole time. And Deathlocket is one I would believe totally has the strength to fold the Sentinel in half and throw it over the treeline.

Naturally, Kid Briton is about to flip out on Deathlocket, who has resumed consciousness and has no idea why she did what she did. Before there can be a fight, though, Apex steps in. She reasons out that Nara fell in the river, she'll be fine. And she's kind of a petty asshole anyway, so they're better off without the dead weight. When Kid Briton tries to protest, Apex reveals that she knew all along that Kid Briton was cheating on her, and she put up with it at the academy. But now they're out for survival, and she wants to win. So she heads off, and Kid Briton and Deathlocket don't really know what else to do but follow.

Oh boy, this is definitely an issue I didn’t like. Could you tell~? Kid Briton is thoroughly unpleasant, and I didn’t enjoy having him as our focus character. That’s really the majority complaint! This character is unlikeable, and we were saddled with him the majority of the issue. The parts without him were fine, honestly. Way to endear us to your new OC you invented for this story and hoped would get a spinoff~

#comics #reviews #Avengers Arena #Taiblog

[masterdisastre]

For the Fanfic Writer Asks: 4, 14, and 21!

Hi friend and thanks for the ask!

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

A random one shot I wrote for someone who then even dared to complain that I hadn't written it in Spanish (please note that while I can understand Spanish, I sweat profusely everytime I have to say something more complicated than "¿Dónde está el zapatería?" -whoever gets the quote wins a fic- and she knew it). It's called Rules (fandom: KHR) and it's for a pairing I don't even ship, and it makes a character look extremely dumb and clueless while he's very smart in canon. I keep getting kudos and comments years later and honestly are Hibari Kyoya fans alright?

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

This only referring to people who know me, which basically sums up the 90% of the followers of the story in object: That I am Skull de Mort from Innocent Boy (KHR). Not his child self, thank God, but my inner feelings slipped into the fic so many times.

From the same fic, Skull referring to himself as an innocent boy (which I know is the title LMAO - but actually the person who got the clue was reading it in Italian so it wasn't that obvious).

Oh, and I nearly cried for joy when @hopeswriting laughed at a very badass and crazy character asking "Do you love me?" In Muro di Nebbia (KHR), because YES that was definitely meant to sound bonkers and pathetic.

21) Writer's choice!

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

Forbidden (YOI). Maybe it's only because I poured my soul in it, and I know that the main ship is a rare one, but seriously writing a story about a character having a religious crisis and then being asked why there's so much religious bullshit made me feel really bad. But I really think it's a good fic, I explored the characters thoroughly and wrote a consistent story filled with feelings and some comic reliefs, yet it's getting little to no attention.

#ask #writer ask #answered

[eremiie]

pretty for the camera

❥ nsfw | 4.8k words | camboy!eren x reader

❥ content - breeding kink, exhibitionism, choking, dumbification

❥ you had no problem just being behind the scenes of eren’s little livestreams until you catch a glimpse of his comment section. maybe it was time he needed to bring on a guest.

based on this ask here!

ty to @murmikaa @arlerted for beta reading, ily guys!

ewrose: wanna replace ur hand w mine

min1103: fuck u look so good

yasminab: holding my phone with one hand rn

lyssa1997: if only i was there to help you out<3

you made a disgruntled sound as you scrolled through the comment section of eren's live. it was comment after comment, and even though your face would scrunch up in displeasure at each lewd remark, you continued to let your finger drag across the screen to see more.

you didn't know why it made your stomach turn, you were the one who told eren it was okay. you told him you were fine with him recording videos of himself for the internet to see, you told him you were okay with him live streaming while you twisted in a chair in the corner of the room.

you had no reason to be upset when he was the one who repeatedly said, "are you sure, baby? i don't have to do this." and you repeatedly brushed him off and said it was fine. on the plus side, it put a few extra bucks in his pockets for the both of you.

you weren't the jealous type. if you were you probably wouldn't even be able to sit in the same room with him as his hand worked himself in front of a camera in front of hundreds of people. but it was something about the way they talked so explicitly about what belonged to you that made you pout, that made you sink into the chair and glance eren's way one too many times.

but what good would come out of you complaining? watching eren with envy as if he didn't fuck you good every other night— as if that couldn't be you beside him, showing his stream what belonged to you, or better yet having him show his stream what belonged to him.

your legs falls from the seat of the chair until your toes touch the carpet. your hand slips under eren's shirt that you wore, unclasping your flimsy bra and letting it fall around your waist. grabbing the hem of the shirt, you scrunch it between your hands and pull it over the top of your head. once you're in nothing but your panties, you stand up from the chair, making as little noise as possible and toeing over to stand next to the camera.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

a warm smile was thrown his way and his gaze trails down your body, taking every inch of you in before he looks to the camera. It's amusing how he quirked his brow when his eyes met yours again.

you didn't blame him. you had never done this before, never had the courage to do this. but once again, it needed to be known that you were an actual person, that there was someone behind the camera that got eren's attention when it was off.

he doesn't speak and doesn't even try to, he just lets his eyes tell you all about it so subtly. you were interrupting his stream but he couldn't let the people watching know that.

your finger points to the camera while your other hand trails from the curve of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and rubbing at the fabric, a silent message to eren that you hope he'd understand.

eren's hand slows in his strokes and his tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again. a raise of his eyebrow asks you if you were sure. you've never joined one of his streams before; this is a first and he wanted you to be certain.

miathesl4t: what is he doing

mochibts: ??? the show must go on

you nod your head and step one foot forward, pausing for a moment until eren scoots back on the bed. he lets go of himself and watches you saunter over until you stop between his legs.

you're aware that hundreds of eyes were on you now. they're probably studying the curve and dimples of your back, the cotton fabric of your underwear, and the soft skin that only eren got to feel under his hands.

the light highlighted every dip of your body and every inch of you while the camera stared at you so dauntingly. it made your body tense. you want to shy away, but this was a decision that you made. you get as close to eren as possible, wanting to feel his skin up against yours to feel that comfort that he brought to you, help you ease up.

yasminab: wait who's that

mayle.e: omg um???

your leg swings over one side of him, then the other, straddling his lap. warm hands settle on your hips while his cock sat taut against his stomach between you both.

"what's up?" he murmurs, only low enough for you to hear.

your hands come up to cup his jaw, tan skin hot in your grasp. he turns his head to press his lips to your hand,softening up at the feel of you. he almost completely forgets he's recording because that's the effect you alone have on him.

his reputation precedes him— someone who has never met him before, who only knows him from his streams, his filthy videos, and pictures would say something completely different about him than you would.

you, however, knew how tender he could be, how loving he could be. you also knew what he put up for the camera wasn't completely a sham because well... you've experienced it first hand, and you reckoned if you asked kindly you could experience it again.

"want you to fuck me." your nearly whispering to him as you spoke.

"on camera?" he's not taken aback, he knew that you knew what you were getting into the second you stepped foot in front of the camera. if you wanted to back out now he wouldn't mind. he'd never force you to do something you didn't want— even if it would disappoint the watchers, even if it would disturb his live.

"on camera." you roll your hips forward, his hands on either side of you tightening as he hums. pink lips press against your shoulder before he rests his head on it, verdigris eyes meeting the camera again with a small smirk.

"we have a guest guys." his voice is sing-song, eren failing to hide his excitement because he was excited. excited to show you off, excited for his followers to see you in all your glory, to see what was his like you wanted them to, to see who fucked you dumb every chance he got.

erenwhore21: i did not sign up for this

you turn your head to the side so your profile is showing, fluttering your eyes at the camera as if you were a natural-born star that was made for it, and you give a shy smile as you lean forward into eren. his body on yours was a haven. "hi."

erenwhore21: but i am not complaining

lillilyx: HE GOT A GF omg

erenwhore21: he didn't say that

"she wants me to fuck her on camera." eren's hand comes up to turn your head towards him, pulling you closer by your jaw and pressing a kiss to your bottom lip while his other hand moves down to squeeze at your ass— an abrupt slap making you yelp. "isn't that nasty?"

your eyes roll at the irony of his words— as if not moments ago he was getting off for the eyes of strangers.

"so what do you want, baby? tell them what you told me."

your hands slip over his shoulders and your arms dangle behind them. you lean forward to peck eren's lips as his hand slides underneath your underwear to grip the flesh of your cheeks. "i said, i want you to fuck me."

he reciprocates your kiss and his lips upturn as he does, happy with your compliance. your arousal pools in your stomach, not only because you're about to give yourself to eren, but because you're going to let him have you on camera for everyone to see.

"you hear that?" he's not talking to you although his eyes are on you. he's searching for a sign of hesitation in them, a sign that you don't want to do this anymore, but you're too giddy. so when he finds none he pats your side, "turn around."

and with that same lack of hesitation, you listen, pulling your legs from over him and turning to face the camera.

the light felt brighter than it was when it could only see your backside, the camera felt farther than it was before you were facing it, and you press back on eren as much as possible. your eyes dart around his set up while you get comfortable in his lap, sitting pretty— a doll on display. "this is my girlfriend, she wants me to slut her out for you guys."

lillilyx: eren shes HOT

yasminab: thought he was single :((

b3li3v3: bI pANIC BC WHEW

eren's hands travel to your breasts, kneading both of them while pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. you can't help but squirm in his lap— you wanted to feel something down below, you were already ready for him from the moment you stepped foot in front of the camera.

"she wants to show you guys how i fuck her when no one is around. she's dirty; my little whore, right?" the way his voice vibrates through your body from where he speaks against your neck sends a shiver through it, your back unintentionally arching and your hips trying to gain friction from your position on top of him.

one of his hands drops from your chest to your clit, giving it a few taps over top of your underwear. "right?" and only then did you realize he was speaking to you.

your eyes were focused on the camera, the thought of what was to come racking your nerves delightfully. "right... yours, no one else."

he nods his head, rewarding you by slipping his hand down past your underwear. your lips part in surprise as his warm fingers brush against your clit before dipping down further to your folds. "then show them."

eren draws a small whine from you and your hands scramble to tug at your panties, begging eren to take them off without opening your mouth. and he listens, helping you pull them off with his other hand while you lift your hips.

he slips them down far enough so that you're able to get them down your legs and let them fall to your feet. sliding out of them you open your legs further while his hand covers your cunt as if he was hiding it from his— your audience.

"you guys wanna see?" he taunts, and your head falls back onto his shoulder. you ached for him to really touch you, to really make you feel good. the camera moves into your subconscious and it almost feels like every other time when it's just you and eren.

his palm cups your heat while his fingers dance across your slit, and you find yourself trying to grind against him, trying to get more from him.

"she's so wet... don't even think i need to prep her," and as if he was testing his theory, his two fingers plunge into you making you moan at the feeling. his fingers always stretched you open so nicely, even if it was in the slightest bit.

your pleasure was short-lived. as fast as he buries his digits into you he pulls them out, and your eyebrows furrow in discontent, muscles in your leg tensing beside eren.

"eren," you whine his name, chest jutting out— god was he such a tease, you could hear him chuckle from over your shoulder before bringing his fingers up to his lips to taste you.

he made a noise of satisfaction, another small peck to your shoulder, reassuring you you'd get what you wanted. his hands come down to massage the skin of your stomach as he looked up to the camera. "i should just fuck her, yeah?"

lillilyx: YES

mira928: please do

it was funny— it didn't matter what the chat said; eren wouldn't be able to read the comments from the distance away he was from his set up. it was his decision to make. it was always his decision to make.

you found yourself nodding your head, jaw brushing against the side of eren's with every up and down motion before he pats your side, signaling you to stand.

"all fours," and you stand, the camera getting a clear view of your backside while you crawl onto the bed. eren stands up as well, positioning himself behind you, as his hand follows the curve of your spine before giving your ass a firm spank that made you wince from below him.

his eyes flit to the camera for a minute, and you reckon he was trying to make sure you were centered enough for them to see you well before his hand presses down on your back making you rest on your forearms.

his dick slides against your folds and you shudder with anticipation, letting your head rest against the sheet and pushing back on eren as he teases you.

it was teasing for him too. as much as he wanted to fuck you he had to take his time, let his viewers indulge in everything, let the camera pick up everything from the sounds of your slick coating his cock to the soft impatient whimpers that would fall from your lips.

"ready?" you can't tell if he's talking to you or the camera, but you nod your head faster than expected anyway, pressing back on him before he adjusts your hips. "gonna fuck you so good."

your mouth can't help but drop open when eren's tip meets your cunt and your breathing stutters as he slides into you. although you were slightly aware so many faces could see you, this time felt no different from the rest.

he grips your hips and sheathes himself fully inside of you, a low groan emitting from his throat as he bottoms out completely.

you feel so tight, so good, better than you usually do— and eren isn't sure if it's a trick of the camera or not. either way, he indulges in the feeling of you sucking him in, slicked up and ready for his cock.

you bury your head into the sheets to smother your moan, the way every inch of eren settles inside of you making your body quiver and your eyes roll.

eren doesn't seem to like this, his hand reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair and exposing your face again. he angles his grip facing you towards the camera, the red light winking at you, taunting you; almost like it was telling you to smile.

"look up, they can't see your face."

this is what you wanted. if you were gonna disrupt his stream the least you could do was listen to him. so you stable yourself on your elbows and keep your head up. his hand falls from your hair and onto your shoulder to keep himself steady as he begins to move.

the way he moves his hips back and forth 'til they're flush with your ass is enough to make you shudder. you can feel every movement of him sliding in and out of you through your whole body— and it feels better than ever. you're sure the attention on you has something to do with it.

"god, eren,"

eren speeds up his pace and the smack of his hips can be heard throughout the whole room alongside the sound of your juices getting pushed around every time he fucked into you. it was lewd— disgusting, but what was even nastier was the comments.

they were enjoying this, much to eren's satisfaction and possibly yours too.

jjjohn21: fuck she's hot

cumslxt0: turn her more to the camera ;p

itachiwife: need to see more tits!!!

guest37657: i wanna fuck someone like this

"god," as if eren could read what they were saying he adjusts your body by pulling you up by your neck, hands warm around your throat while your back presses up against his chest. he's radiating heat, it makes you even more warm and gushy than before, and a small whimper leaves your mouth. "you like this?"

another whimper and your eyes slide sideways so you can see the camera in your peripheral, the image of it jumping every time eren slammed into you.

"yes, yes, yeah," you gasp, your words choked.

"you like everyone watching you?"

your eyes flutter for a few seconds, mouth open to speak but only small croaks slip from your lips.

you did like everyone watching you. you liked them seeing how eren fucked you; how his cock slid in and out of you swiftly. deep strokes that made you dazed, unable to utter anything but quick confirmations to his words, and even then— barely that.

if it wasn't for the pleasure that swallowed you whole you would've felt embarrassed, would've been trying to sink into eren because of the eyes on you, because of the way you stupidly stumbled when trying to be coherent. and it was all at the hands of eren.

you didn't feel embarrassed, you felt hedonistic. felt devoted to this way of pleasure, like this was the only way you'd ever feel so euphoric— on top of the world. you could do this a million times over.

the vulgar comments no longer bothered you because you were sure they were about you. you were sure people's free hands were typing away trying to appraise how hot you looked. from your chest moved with each forceful thrust, to your ass clapping every time eren reached your cervix, small uncomfortable cries tumbling from your mouth that were a blend of pain and pleasure.

you'd try to speak again. "shit—" maybe hearing your sultry voice would help the image of you that they all had burned into their heads by now. "eren,"

maybe it would help the mirage they'd form at night from here on out. it'd be them fucking you, running their hands over your soft curves and helping you bounce over the top of them while you whispered obscenities in their ears. "hah,"

you could see why eren liked the camera so much now.

despite your hokum, you felt like a star, and you played the role so well. eren must've been long forgotten the minute you stepped foot into his spotlight.

but he couldn't have that either.

first and foremost, the only reason they were able to see you in this state was because of him. he's the one who fucked you so stupid, so dumb that you couldn't speak. you were his and as if he knew what you were thinking he'd let it be known.

"you can't speak baby?" he hums condescendingly ashis fingers crawl up from your neck, the tips prodding at your lips, slipping into your mouth to make sure of it.

your tongue lolls out so gracefully, the sloppy surface of it wetting eren's fingers and making him push up in your mouth so he could get a better grip. "fucked you so dumb?"

you nod your head, his fingertips grazing the back of your throat and eren's chuckle turns into a guttural sound when you clench around him at his words. "shit— you like that? like showing everyone how well i can fuck you?"

another nod, another whimper.

"and i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, yeah?" he slows his strokes and when he's buried inside you his hips grind against yours as if he's trying to get as deep as possible. trying to reach your stomach— hell, you can feel him in your stomach.

your yes is so mumbly, but eren can understand it all too well— you're not sure about his viewers though. "that's my girl." he lets his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his index to the tip of your tongue. your spittle is smeared onto your nipple by him before he lets go of you completely, letting your body fall to the bed with a plop.

you don't even realize how you're circling your hips against his until eren pulls out of you, falling onto his knees and shuffling to the edge of the bed to pull you into his lap. you're straddling him, cunt searching for his dick— fluttering at the empty feeling.

eren couldn't have taken any longer to position you, you wanted to be full again. "let's show them how your slutty pussy takes my cum too."

lillilyx: they r so hot im crying

nbhdluvr: bestie THIS is so hot

laur7n: (s)CREAMING /s

eren's dick is coated in your slick and it glistens as light reflects off of it. eren's thankful for his setup, it makes the sheen of sweat coating the both of you look like an intended glow, accentuating your best parts and making you camera ready.

he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up and pushing into you again with a sound that's near titillating.

your moan is so breathy as you accommodate his length so easily. eren hisses at the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing him again. it's like he's fucked you so many times that you're molded to him, a perfect fit for him— cinderella's glass slipper.

"oh god— eren," you're becoming spent, leaning almost all your weight against eren, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crevice of his neck.

you mouth at his skin, hot open-mouthed kisses being planted on the tan of his neck, and he reciprocates the gesture by smoothing his thumb over your ear, holding you by your nape as he leans back.

he presses a small subtle kiss to the side of your head that may have gone unnoticed by the camera but not by him and you squeeze your eyes shut relaxing against him.

"fuck me." you mutter. it's so quiet that you're not sure if eren begins moving because of you or because he would've anyway.

eren's movements are steady, bucking up into you so you don't have to do much work— only taking him and taking him so well. he's proud of your performance and he's a little sad the two of you were already in the last act of it.

he speeds up a bit when you tense up, back arching and you putting in a little work as your orgasm creeps up on you. your head lifts from eren's neck slightly and you begin to let out small pants of breath. "eren..."

"yeah?" his voice is shaky and his pace begins to falter. he's just as close as you are.

"almost there," now your meeting eren's thrusts, slamming down onto him as he bucks up into you. your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles into it to the best of your ability, squeezing around eren and your mouth dropping open to let out larger pants, let out moans. "'m almost there, 'mma cum,"

"me too, me too." stray brown strands stick to the sweat coating eren's forehead. his hand on your nape falls down to the small of your back pushing you as close to him as possible. there's a furrow in his brow as he stares straight at the camera. the heat bubbles in his stomach, that familiar build-up, and it doesn't matter that he's looking at the camera— he can barely see it, eyes half-lidded and his mind blanking as all he's focused on is you and him. his high and yours.

"come," your tone pleading, you wanna be filled to the brim with his cum. want it to leak out of you for everyone and have him push as much in because you can't waste a single drop! you want eren to claim you on camera for your last act and your body shivers at the thought. "please!"

eren groans at your voice, the tremble of it is almost enough to send him over the edge. he leans back even further so you're more on display and his breathing gets heavier. "shit— want me to.. to cum inside you? fill you up?"

"yes, eren, please!"

his body tingles, that same pleasurable sensation spreads. "breed that pretty pussy, like the little slut you are, yeah?"

"yes!" you're practically sobbing for him, sobbing for it.

"fuck, baby take my cum..." and eren shoots inside of you, warmth filling you up. you cream all over him at the same time, your cunt clenching him so tightly. an unintelligible cry of his name escapes your lips. you sound so consumed, so weary, and eren loves it.

he tenses up underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up like you wanted, like he wanted.

yasminab: omg

guest11923: ughhh sexy

it was no doubt you belonged to him now.

your body still twitches, and eren has yet to pull out. the two of you are calming down, it's only your heavy breathing that fills the room.

after a moment eren finally speaks, tapping your side. "come on, get up." and as much as you didn't want to you do, lifting yourself up slightly on weak knees— eren's cum following his cock out of you and dripping onto his leg. he sighs at the sight and you sigh at the feel. what a finishing touch to your performance.

your skin gets prickly and cool albeit the warmth of the room, and you're hyper aware that the camera's on you once more. the exterior you built up begins to fade, and as if eren can read your mind he stands up to shut it off and end the live as he usually does.

you relax, watching as he turns off some of the extra lights, and heads to the bathroom, coming back to clean you and him up before sinking into the bed with you wrapped in his arms.

you're tired, your eyes are droopy, and you know eren's holding off the few more things he needs to do to cuddle with you, to lull you to sleep.

he's peppering kisses along your cheek, massaging the fat of your stomach, and holding you so close to him. "you did so good," is what he mumbles between every kiss.

the softness in his voice is what makes you feel tender, feel loved.

your envy was absurd. it's the way he gently kisses your skin that makes you realize that on or off camera eren belonged to you. you didn't need to show out for his viewers (not that you regret it), or prove anything to them. sitting behind a camera was fine as long as it was you who had eren in his entirety at the end of the day.

even after your realization, you're not so sure if this would be the last time you'd step foot in front of a camera, with or without eren.

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager #eren aot #sfw

[gingersnaaps]

too much of a good thing

he's so sweet, so kind, so dumb - is bokuto really capable of anything besides the best intentions?

wc: ~2.7k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon sex to noncon creampie, manipulation, lovebombing and then neglect, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, a lil angst, timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader with inner genitals

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Being subtle was never really Bokuto’s thing, not even in the beginning.

In some ways, you suppose that you’re lucky - that you’re better off than your friends who you would always hear complaining, muttering about boys who didn't like to commit, didn’t like labels, who didn’t like texting first or buying gifts or putting in any effort at all.

Barely a week into your relationship, you come home from work with your head dizzy and feet aching from exhaustion, and discover a dozen bouquets of roses on your doorstep. Crimson petals are littered everywhere, strewn against the grey concrete of the steps, and although you feel your neck and face heating up with embarrassment at the grand gesture, you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

He really was so sweet. Who cares if he wasn’t exactly shy about expressing it?

None of the other guys you’ve dated before had sent you good morning texts quite like his, filled with exclamation points and emojis, and none of them had tried nearly as hard as Bokuto does with his breathy, eager i love you’s, his frequent hugs whenever he gets the chance to see you, or even his phone calls that come twice, three times, even four times in the middle of the day.

But the more days that pass by, the more intense it gets.

He picks you up after work all the time, cupping your face in his hands, eyes gleaming almost unnaturally bright. “I love you,” he’ll whisper. “You’re so wonderful, baby. You’re perfect. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help but think that these are the sort of words that come months into a relationship, if not years, but… there’s nothing really wrong with what he’s doing, is there? There’s no reason you should be uneasy, no indication of even the slightest hint of trouble on his part.

You’re probably just paranoid.

Bokuto doesn’t stop at words, though - he earns a good sum of money from his job playing professional volleyball, and he’s never hesitant to use it on you. A week after he leaves you the roses, he asks you out on a date to a restaurant you know is ridiculously expensive, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grows as you scroll through pictures of the establishment on Google Images.

“I don’t think I can afford it, Bo,” you tell him, voice hesitant and crackly over the phone. “If we go, I won’t be able to pay my share.”

“So?”

It’s just a word, but the implication isn’t lost on you. And if he’s fine with paying for you, if he’s okay with the hundreds of dollars you’ll be owing him, well - there’s no good reason to turn him down, right?

During the date, you talk with him as you spoon bites of delicate food into your mouth. The restaurant is too lavish, the plush velvet carpeting and crystal chandeliers almost a parody of luxury. You’re pretty sure the utensils are half the price of your rent.

He leans over in the middle of the meal, expression suddenly serious. “You’re enjoying this, right?” he asks.

“I am. I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I? Being spoiled like this.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his grin so bright it could rival the sun. “You really are.”

And suddenly - just for a moment - you catch a glimpse of something slightly off about his whole expression, as if it was a mask waiting to be ripped off to reveal something much, much different underneath, but the fleeting moment is gone so quickly you convince yourself that it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Bokuto has been nothing if not perfect, after all. If you’re uneasy, it’s probably just because you aren’t used to being treated like this, aren’t used to someone that lavishes you with constant gifts and praise and displays of affection like he does. On the way back in the taxi, he whispers everything he loves about you softly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist as his thumb rubs tender circles into your skin. His body is pressed so close to yours, his breath gently tickling your ear, warmth radiating out from his firm, muscled body.

He’s so good to you.

-

It doesn’t last forever.

Bokuto’s affection dries up slowly, but his presence has been such a constant in your life that it’s impossible for you not to notice.

Some mornings, you find yourself waking up to a hollow feeling in your chest as you check your message notifications and find nothing - no late night rants, no funny pictures, no enthusiastic, joyful good morning texts. During the day, the silence now stretches on for hours too long, uncomfortably empty and devoid of the persistent calls that you used to get every single hour.

When he does see you, he’s remarkably reserved - eyes always downcast, fingers fidgeting incessantly, clearly disinterested in what you’re doing, what you’re saying - in fact, disinterested in all of you.

Maybe he’s just busy with volleyball, you rationalize, but your stomach churns with anxiety and deep down, you know that something’s changed.

You try and ignore the dull ache inside of you that seems to follow you around wherever you go, a little voice inside your head constantly reminding you of what Bokuto used to do. Two months ago, he would’ve picked you up. He would’ve sent you flowers today. He would’ve taken you out to eat.

It builds up slowly and steadily, a crescendo of pain that grows in volume the longer he’s gone, like a tidal wave of confusion and hurt that swirls around inside you - until one day, you’re sitting by yourself in the car, sobbing quietly in the cramped darkness.

At least he doesn’t turn you away when you show up on his doorstep.

Your eyes are rimmed with red, streaks of eye makeup running down your face as a frown twists at his features. “Please, Bo,” you whisper. “Let me make it up to you.”

And you’re not exactly sure what you did, but you want to fix it, want him back in your life, want to wake up to his smiles and his laughter and his incessant, boundless energy, and you know you’re willing to do anything to get that back.

“Really?” he asks, eyes glimmering faintly with hope.

You nod almost imperceptibly, about to reply yes, yes, want you back so bad, when he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss so passionate it borders on harsh. It’s a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, a mix of sucking and licking and biting that leaves you gasping for breath, your red lips swollen and slick with spit.

He pulls you inside, his hands roaming all over your body, groping and squeezing at your supple flesh, goosebumps running down your spine as he brings a hand up to brush against your nipple. For the first time in weeks, you see excitement on his face, and his voice trembles as he leans close in. “Let me take care of you,” he says. “Wanna make you feel good.”

And even though there’s apprehension crawling under your skin at his sudden mood swing, you’re so, so glad this version of Bokuto is back that you brush off that hesitation, the mixture of happiness and anticipation overwhelming every single thought in your mind.

As his fingertips graze the soft skin of your torso, his hands - so much larger than yours - maneuver your body around with such ease and grace that you barely notice when you end up on his couch, legs spread wide open as he looks up from between your thighs hungrily. “I - fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says, out of breath, eyes running over the swollen outline of your cunt.

You whimper softly as his nose brushes up against your clit, his piercing, golden eyes still gazing intently up at you.

He doesn’t waste any of his time teasing you, his flat of his tongue sliding up along your slit with the perfect amount of pressure to leave you squirming. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where to lick and suck, eagerly pressing his tongue up against your clit in insistent circles, lapping at your dripping pussy until your juices are running down his chin. He’s so eager in between your legs, and everytime he finds a spot that makes your legs tremble needily, he gives it so much attention that you already start to feel that wave of pleasure building in your core.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, your hands sliding into his hair as your hips thrust upwards. “Please.”

Bokuto doesn’t need you to tell him that. Shouldn’t have wasted your breath, he thinks idly, diving in and eating you out with renewed vigor.

When his tongue glides around your spasming cunt and dips in briefly, you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. His tongue is so stupidly long and flexible, sliding inside and licking at your sensitive walls, curling up and brushing against your g-spot until you start to shudder and tremble under him.

You cum embarrassingly quick, your hips jerking and stuttering wildly as he finishes you off. He fucks you through your orgasm, sucking gently at your clit until the border between pain and pleasure starts to blur and you’re moaning so loudly he thinks the neighbors will have complaints for him the next morning.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“How about another?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“I think you can handle it, right?” a huge grin splits his face as he spreads your pussy apart with two fingers, looking at your swollen, spent cunt. He barely gives your chance to respond before he trails his fingers against your lips, fingers teasing in and out of your slick entrance.

This time, Bokuto uses his hands to stretch you out, inserting his digits one by one until three of his thick, long fingers are nestled inside of your pussy. He thrusts them languidly in and out, his fingertips caressing your nerves until you’re tense and wound up for him again.

“Come on,” he encourages. “You can take it.”

Your brain is hazy from the stimulation, barely registering anything but pleasure as his fingers search and probe like they have some sort of job to do. You feel damp with heat and moisture, the pulsing, burning need in between your legs insistent and demanding.

“Almost there,” he breathes, voice raspy with arousal. A fourth finger brushes up against your lips, and the thought of more stretch, more stimulation, more pleasure, has you clenching desperately against the ones that your cunt is already spread out on.

You sob, your body strung out and wrecked, suspended on the tipping point of another orgasm.

As you cum again, the feeling of relief - white-hot and blinding - rips along your core. You’re not sure you’ve experienced anything quite so intense before, and as you look down at him, hands still manipulating your cunt so expertly, you don’t know if he has the intention of stopping anytime soon.

He stands up and your eyes drift to his cock, flushed purple and almost painfully hard, dripping with precum. His hand strokes along his shaft, soft curses muttered under his breath, but he opens them wide again and looks down at you sadly. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice pleading. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Bokuto sounds so genuine, his tone kind and filled with regret, and guilt begins to sting at your conscience. He’s made you feel so fucking good, given you the best orgasms of your life - is it really fair if you leave him wanting and unsatisfied?

You’re fucked halfway out of your mind when you answer, eyes still fixated on his cock, head swimming with thoughts of how much you want to please him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your words slurred and hesitant. “You can.. you can use me. Use my pussy to get you off. Jus’ pull out at the end.”

Ecstasy flashes across his face, and he looks down eagerly. “Fuck, babe. You’re so perfect. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words for weeks.

His strong arms pick you up easily, maneuvering you around until he’s the one sitting on the couch and your cunt is positioned right over his dick. His hands grip tightly at your waist, fingertips pressing so insistently that you’re sure you’ll wake up the next morning with bruises dotting your skin. He lowers you down slowly, carefully, groaning as he fills you up and the warmth of your cunt envelopes him whole.

He already looked big, just from the cursory glance you’d taken earlier, but as you feel the tip of his cock shove against your cervix, your breath almost catches at how you feel your walls expanding to accommodate all of him.

The drag of his curved cock up against your sensitive walls leaves your legs trembling and squirming, but he holds you firmly down as he thrusts up inside over and over. “Stay still,” he coos. “Let me take care of you.”

Bokuto starts off gently, fucking you with shallow little thrusts that have you panting with desperation. He can tell by the way your cunt is fluttering that you're craving more, that the two orgasms he gave you earlier just wasn’t enough for a greedy girl like you, and he relishes the way your small hands grip desperately at his shirt.

He raises you up off his cock, running the tip up and down your slit until your pussy throbs, and slams you back down again. The rhythm he maintains is steady and even, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, whispering stuttered curses and phrases of endearment against your ear, making you shiver from the overload of stimuli.

“Feels so amazing,” he moans. “Gonna.. Gonna cum soon.”

The heat in your core grows intense at the thought of his orgasm, involuntarily whining, and you start to rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to search out more friction.

Bokuto knows he promised to pull out. He knows that it wouldn’t be right if he stayed buried inside your cunt. But how is he supposed to stop himself when you feel this good, wrapped so obediently around him like a perfect little fuck doll? And the heat of your cunt is gripping incredibly tight all around his length, your little squirms and shivers so adorable as he uses you to get himself off.

He can’t help himself.

With one last, desperate thrust, he lets go, thick spurts of cum filling you up until he’s sure your insides are dripping white, and he caresses your stomach where your womb would be in satisfaction. It feels so good to cum inside of a tight cunt, much better than it would’ve if he’d forced himself to pull out, he thinks. And you look so pretty all full and leaking with his seed.

It takes you a moment to fully register the warm, wet feeling pooling inside you, your brain too fucked out, too stupid from the constant stimulation to truly understand what exactly dripping from your slit is.

When you do realize - oh god, he came inside me - panic starts to grip at the edges of your frayed nerves, your vision tunneling as the magnitude of what had just happened hits you. Tears start to blur the world around you, the dim lighting of his living room merging the furniture and warping the walls, and you faintly register the feeling of arms wrapped tight around you, a hand reaching up to caress soothingly at your cheek.

“You know,” Bokuto whispers, face lit up in wonder. “I think we’re soulmates.”

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[angsty-omi]

tooru oikawa x reader

“i hope that one day i’ll be able to replace you the way you replaced me.”

it’s hard y’know?

hearing his squeaked sneakers and the click of her heels walking down the hallway. hand in hand, confidently striding past you. her strong perfume left a mark after her presence. smelling like coconut... tooru hates coconut. you remembered the time where you tried to switch up your shampoo and tooru immediately noticed when walking into your bedroom. hated it. made you re-shower and scrub extra hard to get that scent away. then the realization hit you like a train. he just hated it on you, but could bare it with her. he liked her so much better, that he could bare the scent he detests.

last week was the last time you called tooru oikawa yours.

after losing to karasuno, the team was in shambles. tears left and right. you waited for tooru to step out of the locker room and prepared to give him affirmations and affections. although, when he walked out there were a bunch of girls already hoarding him. you could almost laugh at the sight. these girls don’t know tooru like you do. they don’t know how he feels, acts, and taste. but you do. thus, you never worried or felt insecure around these fangirls. so, you just waited for tooru to come up to you. you watched him meticulously, as he was taking very long with a certain fan. if you weren’t paying enough attention, you wouldn’t have seen the girl slip her number into his pocket. he didn’t even notice her action, since she used excuses of why she had to touch his jacket. after the whole ordeal, he finally got to you. with you, he could let his guard down. the facade of him being a nice guy to all his fans were taking a toll on him. as he grabbed your hand and found somewhere secluded, he cried in your arms. you held him tight around his neck and your back started to get wet. soothing his back and whispering “i know baby,” were things other girls couldn’t do.

although, after this, tooru changed. you couldn’t figure out why. he started to become obnoxious and rude to kids who weren’t necessarily popular. the final straw was when he was acting this way with you. his girlfriend. the same girl that watched him breakdown on her lap the whole night. the same girl that he wouldn’t let out of his bed to get dressed.

you waited outside the gates to walk with tooru. at the entrance, you saw him with the girl that gave him her number. although tooru was being civil, she kept clinging on to him. viewing this, you felt a slight bubble of jealousy in your stomach. as he walked over to you, the girl immediately walked the other way. he handed you his hand to hold, but you weren’t having it.

“tooru, i don’t like that girl. she makes me feel uncomfortable.” you sternly said while walking.

him beside you, “y/n you’re overreacting. she’s just a friend.” tooru sighed like you always did this.

“do friends cling on your arm? or pinch your cheeks? or giggle at every single thing you do?”

“she’s not like that, i promise.”

“mhm... okay.”

you hear him murmur something under his breath.

“what was that?” you put your hand to your ear, dramatically.

“i said, you should be lucky to even be with me”

“what?”

tooru then rolls his eyes at you.

“did you hear what i said idiot? i said you should be lucky to be with me”

“how am i lucky? you think it’s lucky to only see you on weekends because you’re so consumed with volleyball? huh? is that what you think? and on top of that, seeing the whole female population flirting with you every single game?”

“exactly so you see these girls and you think you’re special?”

at this point, you couldn’t believe your ears, “umm yeah because i’m your girlfriend? i would think so?”

“and you think i couldn’t replace yo-,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, hoping that you didn’t just hear him.

oh but you did. loud and clearly. just then, you abruptly stop your walking. tears riling up your eyes.

“f-f-fine, if that’s what you think, then go ahead replace me. w-we’re done o-o-oikawa.” spewing his surname like he meant nothing to you. your back was facing him, but he knew. he knew you were crying. and yet, he didn’t seem to stop you nor apologize. in oikawa’s whole life, he never won at anything. he lost to a boy that was younger than him, more athletic, and overall a better setter. subconsciously, the only thing he could win was petty arguments like this one. but was it worth it? he’d soon find out weeks later.

in those days, you haven’t reached out to him, so he assumed you were over it and with his pride in the way, he didn’t want other students to know what really happened, so he decided to appear as the winner. the one who broke it off, the savant who moved past his ex and onto a new girl.

and that’s exactly why he did. though his outer appearance looked more happy, his insides were complete opposites. he hated the smell of coconut on her, or how compared to you, she was not funny. at all. she was bland and her humor was like speaking to a millennial on hump days. he couldn’t help but look over at you once in a while to see how you were dealing with the breakup. he couldn’t read you though, your face seemed drained out of pure tiredness, making you seem like an emotionless statue. during class, he noticed that your head hung low while tapping your pen against the table.

his new girl took notice of this, “tooru why do you keep looking at y/n?” she asked jealously.

as if he could not get anymore of a douche, his immediate reaction was, “y/n’s fucking pen tapping is so goddamn annoying, it’s fitting for her i mean look at her.”

you were sick of it. being walked on. being the butt of everyone’s joke. you were a ticking time bomb, and oh- you just exploded.

“well if i’m so goddamn annoying then maybe sob to your little whore the next time you lose a dumb shit of a game you call your livelihood, in which oh yeah! continues to remind you how you will always. be. just. second. best.”

the whole class erupted in laughter. your throat started to burn and his eyes widened in shock. you went too far and you knew it. you thought you would’ve felt good giving him a taste of his own medicine, but you felt guilt and pain. like his heart was yours, and you could feel it cracking.

“oikawa, y/n to the principal’s office now!” the teacher interjected.

as you both waited on the bench in front of the office, your principal decided not to call your parents, and let you both figure it out.

you spoke first, “listen.. for what it’s worth, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for saying all those rude things. i’m sorry for calling you second best. i’m sorry for belittling your passions. i’m sorry for not being a good girlfriend. i’m sorry for not being enough-” your voice started to get shake-y.

“god you just don’t shut up do you?” oikawa chuckled. you smiled a bit in return.

“y/n.. i don’t know where to start. no one has ever seen me so vulnerable, and you being there scared me. i didn’t deserve you, someone like kageyama did. you deserve a winner. i didn’t want to be someone you’d resent or find ‘too sensitive’ so i put myself first and for that i’m sorry. really sorry… and i miss you,” he hesitated for a second before continuing, “could you ever see us together again?”

you were speechless. so speechless you didn’t realize your hand meeting his face. your eyes widened in shock.

“i guess i deserved that.” he clenched his jaw.

“how dare you? how fucking dare you? sure i can forgive you, as a peer. but to start up what we have? what we had? you’re crazy. if you truly thought that i would what? think you’re ‘too sensitive’ then you don’t know me at all. safe to say if this how you react when shit hits the fan i don’t want to know what would’ve happened if we got married.”

his eyes lit up at the word ‘married’. what could’ve been if he’d just allow himself to be vulnerable and not have high standards for himself.

“i will always love you oikawa, but never in that way again. and for that, i’m sorry.” you got up, head held high with your back facing to him. specifically because tears were burning your cheeks. one more minute with him and you would’ve folded and taken him back.

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