#but you caught me at a bad time Anon I just finished cleaning my ENTIRE house | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

katelynnwrites · 2 years

Note

Ona Battle being protective on the field over het gf ? Really just anything with Ona 🙈

pairing: Ona Batlle x f!Reader

warnings: blood and injury

word count: 1477

summary: your girlfriend’s had a bad feeling all day and when you get injured on the pitch, she realises why.

a/n: been a hot minute since i’ve written anything but im back now, anon i hope you like this :)

Bad Feelings

‘Hey. Are you okay?’

You put a hand on Ona’s thigh, halting her restless bouncing that hadn’t stopped since you’d pulled out of the driveway.

She sighed, looking out the window.

‘It’s nothing.’

‘Ona come on. What’s wrong?’ You’re worried because this wasn’t a big game. Just a home game against Birmingham City. The last team meeting had been full of confidence but your Spanish girlfriend had been jumpy and anxious from the moment she’d woken up. She was rarely nervous before games so the sudden change in her behaviour was troubling you.

‘You’re going to think it’s silly but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that something’s off.’ Ona admitted, fidgeting in her seat.

You stop at a red light.

‘Look at me.’

Ona hesitates before doing so and you kiss her gently.

‘You’re going to do great. The team’s gonna do great. We’ve practiced and we’ve trained hard. You’re amazingly talented and all we’ve got to do is play well like we always do okay?’

Ona nods, some of the uncertainty in her brown eyes fading away as she meets your gaze.

The light changes and you continue driving with Ona’s hand resting on top of yours, all the way to the stadium.

******

Her hand doesn’t leave yours and you rub soothing circles onto it as she finishes getting ready for the game. You knew her unusual clinginess was due to her needing reassurance and you were happy to provide it.

You notice her biting her lip anxiously and you tug on her hand.

‘Relax my love. You’re going to be brilliant. I know it.’

Pulling her into a tight hug, you play with the baby hairs at the back of her neck knowing that it never fails to calm her down.

As you had predicted, Ona relaxes into your touch, mumbling a quiet ‘Thank you.’ into your ear.

******

The first half comes and goes pretty easily, you’d scored, Alessia had scored and Ella had scored twice, giving United the clear upper hand as Mary had done well to keep a clean sheet.

Marc had given his half time talk and Ona had stayed glued to your side the entire time.

As you prepared to walk back out, Ivana caught you by the arm with a concerned look.

‘Is Ona alright?’

‘Yeah she just has a bad feeling about this game.’

The Brazilian frowns in confusion but you rush out a brief apology as you realise Ona is coming back up the tunnel towards you, probably wondering what was taking you so long.

******

Ona’s eyes follow you as you walk back to your position, the fake smile she’d plastered on her face to reassure you fading. That feeling of impending disaster had come back in full force now that you were back on the pitch. She hadn’t told you earlier because she couldn't bring herself to worry you but the bad feeling was not for her. It was for you.

******

You didn’t quite know how it happened but one second you were running and the next you were on the turf, blinding pain radiating through your body.

******

Ona heard the collision first, heard you scream in pain before she saw you fall. And then she was sprinting across the length of the pitch till she was at your side. She’d never felt so much panic before.

******

You were crying. All you could do was cry as someone gently turned you over.

The voices above you were muffled, ringing as you sobbed in pain. You couldn’t see where you were injured but it hurt. It hurt so bad you could barely breathe.

‘Breathe baby.’

Ona’s familiar Spanish accent was the one thing that could cut through the fog you were in.

Your girlfriend grips your hand tightly and you whimper.

‘Breathe for me. Come on, you can do it.’ Ona’s voice cracks with worry but she tries her best to keep you from seeing her panic.

Someone’s yelling for the medics and you can hear people arguing in the distance but Ona helps you block it all out by gently lifting your head into her lap.

‘Breathe with me. In and out. In and out.’ She coaxes and you focus on her instructions instead of the pain.

Her hands are light and soothing as she brushes your sweaty hair off your forehead.

‘Ona it hurts so bad.’ You gasp out, squeezing her hand tightly.

‘I know bebé but the medics are on their way and you’ll be okay.’

No sooner had she said that then the trainers were surrounding you, taking one look at you and calling for a stretcher.

******

You cry out again as they lift you onto it, the sound making Ona’s heart break.

‘I promise I’ll be with you as soon as I can.’

Ona presses a kiss onto your forehead, squeezing your hand one final time as she watches you get carried off the pitch.

It’s only then that she turns around, storming up to the Birmingham player who had tackled you and punching her in the face.

‘That was a dirty tackle and you know it!’ She angrily shouts, fighting Ivana as her best friend tries to pull her away.

Players from both teams rush to break up the fight but Ona wouldn’t relent, screaming in Spanish as she struggles to get free of Ivana’s grip on her.

Eventually the referee blows her whistle and manages to get both teams to separate.

Without hesitation, she shows Ona the red card and the Spanish fullback gives one last glare to the Birmingham player, feeling grimly satisfied when she sees that her nose is bleeding profusely. The normally calm and sweet girl throws a dirty look at the referee before walking off the pitch.

******

She’s made to wait outside the medical room though. No matter how much she argued with the medical staff, she wasn’t let in.

That left her to sit outside, angry tears making their way down her face.

When the match ended, Ivana came and gave her a hug which only made Ona cry harder.

‘I knew I had a bad feeling about the game and I didn’t warn her. Now she’s hurt because of me.’

The door to the medical room opens before Ivana can say anything and Ona rushes into the room, pushing the medic aside.

******

‘Hey.’ You weakly smile at her from where you’re propped up on the bed and Ona exhales in relief.

She takes you in, noting your bandaged leg and dried tears tracks on your face.

‘How bad is it?’ She asks cautiously.

‘It needed some stitches and they think it’s fractured. I have to go to the hospital to get it checked tomorrow.’ you explain, voice wavering at the thought of not being able to play the sport you loved.

‘Mierda! I should have broken her ankles.’ Ona swears and you frown, for the first time seeing her bruised and swollen knuckles.

‘Ona did you hit her?’

‘She hurt you!’ Ona lets out a frustrated sigh, running her hands through her ponytail.

‘Come here.’

‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ She argues, sighing again when you pout.

She could never resist when you did and just like you knew she would, she relents, going over to the small bed and sitting beside you.

‘You need to calm down because I’m fine.’ You begin saying only to be met with a glare.

‘Okay not fine but I will be. I’ll probably be out for a few months but it’s not like you won’t be there to help me every step of the way right?’

‘I will be there. You know that. Te amo.’

Then in a whisper so soft you almost miss it, she murmurs, ‘It’s my fault you’re hurt anyway.’

‘It’s not. It’s the game Ona. It could happen to anyone?’

With a confused expression, you gesture for her to explain and she hesitantly does.

‘The bad feeling wasn’t for me. It was for you. I knew you were going to get hurt and I didn’t stop it.’

‘Ona…’

She sniffles and you reach for her uninjured hand.

‘Listen to me love. You couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault you understand?’

‘But-’

‘No buts-’ You firmly say and she nods, seeing in your eyes that you meant it. The guilt that has weighed her down ever since she heard your pained scream eases off somewhat and she finds herself with a small smile on her face as you poke her side.

‘What?’

‘I know I got hurt and all but you didn’t have to punch her.’

‘I’m Spanish. I’m allowed to be hot headed.’

‘I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work love.’

She laughs and you grin.

‘I bet you looked really hot though.’

Ona winks at you before carefully curling up beside your body and kissing you delicately.

Spanish Translations:

bebé - baby

mierda - shit

te amo - i love you

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #muwfc x reader #muwfc imagine #muwfc #manchester united wfc #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso fanfiction #espwnt #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagine #woso #ivana fuso #katelynnwrites #tw #requests

337 notes · View notes

dccomicsimagines · 3 years

Text

A Long Day - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by Anon - Can you make a oneshot or hc on Arkhamverse!Jay where he comes home real beat up and tired and hurt so (wife)reader has give him a bath or else there'll be blood everywhere and just like 2 cups of fluff and a dash of angst? (Also, not NSFW)ak

***

His entire body felt like an open wound with salt rubbed into it for good measure. A deep, primal groan came from deep in his chest as he heaved himself through the window of the apartment and crashed onto the floor. Soft thumps came from the ceiling. Jason sighed. The upstairs neighbors were at it again. Like rabbits. He rolled over to glare up at the ceiling.

"Jason." An angel appeared in his vision, looking down at him. Their brow furrowed. "Are you alright?" The angel disappeared and Jason heard the window shut tightly. The lock he installed clicked firmly.

"Just a little...sore." He pulled down his hood and took off his helmet. His stomach twisted at the thought of showing his face, but he forced himself to relax. The feeling never went away, no matter how many years had passed.

"Yes, this looks like a little." You appeared over him again. That little smile pulled at your lips. Jason's heart skipped a beat. How did he deserve someone like you? "You got blood on the carpet again."

Jason moaned, pushing himself to sit up. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'll clean it up." He shrugged off his leather jacket. You kneeled down to help him wiggle out of the arms.

You hummed. "I think a bath is an order. You're not going into our bed like this." Jason undid his belt and handed you his guns. You checked the safety and moved to put them away. "Can you get to the bathroom on your own? I'll prep the bath."

"I'll be fine." He stripped where he was to avoid getting dirt, blood, and grime everywhere else. In only his boxers, he picked up his suit and took it the bathroom. He froze at the sight of you kneeling beside the bathtub. Your hand was in the water, testing it.

You turned to look at him. "Jay? You okay?" The love in your eyes hit him like a ton of bricks. How could he still be so surprised? It's been years. The J burned into his cheek stun like it always did when he remembered it was there. How could you love him when he was a messed up, tortured man?

"Fine." He dropped his suit and jacket on the floor before he covered himself up with them. Part of him wanted to hide his scars from you. The shame was still there, even with the reassurance you had already seen every scar he had. You nodded, adding bubbles and salts to the water.

"I have to say. I'm relieved to see most of the blood isn't yours." You eyed him. "You busted your knuckles again, huh?" You got to your feet and grabbed the first aid kit. "May I?" You held out your hand carefully.

Jason blinked, confused. He realized he had been staring at you the entire time. "Oh, yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. I knew I married you for some reason."

Your laughter was music to his ears. "I knew it." You winked at him before you tended to his knuckles.

He flinched, hissing when you dapped the cut on his knuckle with alcohol. "I'm surprised you are still awake. I thought you would have went to bed."

"It's hard to sleep knowing about...well...you know." You bit your lip, not meeting his eye.

"(Y/N), you don't have to worry. It won't get bad this time. I have it covered." He pulled his hand away from you and hugged you. "There won't be another gang war. I'm stopping it."

"Jay, I know you're working on it, but you're only one person." You rested your cheek against his bare shoulder.

"One incredibly awesome person." Jason tightened his arms around you. "We'll be fine. Gotham will be fine." His eyes widened as tub was almost full. He jumped away from you to turn off the water.

You flinched at his sudden movement. "Oh." You laughed in relief. "I thought it was another rat."

“Another rat?” Jason blinked. “Did you find another one?”

“No, but when you see one, you kinda expect another.” You shivered. “Maybe the landlord actually took care of it?”

“Not likely. I’ll have another talk with him.” Jason slid off his boxers and climbed into the bath. The water was so warm, melting the soreness from his muscles like wax from a candle.

You smiled at the sight, picking up his suit. “I’ll rinse this off. Are you hungry? I can make you something quick.”

“Anything is fine, sweetheart.” Jason closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He heard you leave. The walls of the apartment were thin. If he listened carefully, he could follow your movements throughout.

Another series of thumps came from the ceiling. Jason opened his eyes at glare up at it. “I should get us a new place, a better place without rats or noisy neighbors,” he mumbled to himself.

He started to wash himself, wincing as his muscles complained at having to move. Just when he dunked his head under the water to wash his hair, you came in with a freshly made omelet and a glass of milk.

“That smells delicious,” Jason said, sniffing the air once he surfaced. You laughed, kneeling down by the side of the tub. You wet your hands and shampooed his hair for him.

“I need to go shopping soon. We’re almost out of everything.” You kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes, relaxing completely in your hands.

Jason moaned. “I’ll go with you.”

“Of course you will.” Your hands pulled away. “Dunk again.” Jason went under the water and rinsed out his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and happily took the plate when you offered it to him. “Eat up. I have your suit hanging to dry in the kitchen. Don’t worry. It’s out of view of the window.”

Jason hummed, inhaling down the omelet like it was the only food he saw in months. It reminded him the first meal he had after he had escaped from the Joker. He had sat down in a diner, using the twenty bucks he stole to pay for a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. It was the best food he ever remembered having until you cooked for him that is. “Good. Don’t want the neighbors to have a show.”

You sat on the edge of the tub, watching him eat with a smile. Jason met your eye. He smirked before offering you a bite. You shook your head. “I’m good, honey. You eat.”

“Are you sure?” Jason waved the bite in your face. He winked at you. “Come on.”

You sighed and opened your mouth to let him feed you. The two of you finished off the omelet, enjoying each other in silent company. After the plate was empty and Jason had downed the glass of milk, you left with the dishes.

The water was getting cold. Jason sighed, stretching his arms until they cracked and slowly got out of the bath. He unplugged the tub and wrapped himself up in the pink towel. Why did he let you buy pink towels? Jason chuckled. Right, it was because they were on sale.

You were in the bedroom when he entered. Jason’s skin tingled as he watched you change into the pajamas he had bought you for your birthday last year. He enjoyed the sight, but his body was too tired to do anything about it.

“I love you.” Jason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist to press his chest against your back. You laughed sweetly, music to his ears.

“I love you too.” You turned your head to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Are you ready for bed?”

Jason smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Only if you are.”

You hummed, giggling before you pulled away. “You’re not though, unless you want to sleep with only the towel around your waist tonight.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” Jason closed his eyes. “Are you okay with it?”

“I suppose.” You took his hand, leading him over to the bed and tucked him in. Jason sighed deeply. You crawled in next to him and curled into his side.

Jason felt all his stress and pain fade away as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I love you.” He chuckled. “I think I should take you on vacation. We haven’t taken one since we eloped.”

You hummed. Your eyes were closed, your body going limp. “Whatever you want, Jay.” Your hand moved to rest on his chest, just over his heart. Jason smiled and closed his eyes.

The sounds of the city were quiet for this time of night. He couldn’t imagine sleeping without it, just like he couldn’t imagine sleeping without you. The nightmares he used to get haven’t caught up to him in years. You chased them away. Jason opened his eyes to look at you. “You make my life better. You make me better.” He kissed the top of your head gently.

“Me too.” You mumbled, flinging your leg over his hips. “Go to sleep, Jay.”

Jason sighed. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #arkham knight #arkham knight imagine #arkham knight x reader

932 notes · View notes

2goth2moth · 3 years

Note

Any sort of smut with a naga or feral mothman like creature please and thank you

Anon, you said "naga" and my lil scaly heart got so happy. I have no idea if this is even remotely in the realm of what you were looking for, but I just couldn't shake the idea of a human prince with a harem full of monsters. I hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Prince's Favour (M!Naga x M!Reader, NSFW)

For reference: Enéas is a Brazilian rainbow boa. I was 100% going to have a blowjob scene in this but rainbow boas have backwards hooked teeth (think fishhooks) that are designed to not let things back out, and having that near your dick sounds like a very bad time.

Word count: 3514

Includes: Power dynamics (prince x concubine), non-human genitalia, rough sex, double penetration, a little bit of crying

Being the youngest prince in a kingdom with a still-living king could be overwhelmingly boring. Matters of state were passed to your parents and eldest sister, matters of security to your next oldest sibling, infrastructure and agriculture to the next oldest, twin brothers. Your bloodline was long and vital, which was very good for the kingdom’s longevity. It was not so good for keeping you occupied. Your role, as well as your youngest sister’s, ended up being almost completely performative, with official duties being limited to keeping up a royal education and looking pretty beside your family during public appearances. The whole arrangement left you with a lot of free time to eat and draw and lounge about.

And have sex.

It was normal for royalty to have lovers or harems, if they wanted to and their spouses were okay with it. You yourself had several lovers, all of whom you enjoyed and cared about deeply. One of whom was currently lounging invitingly on your bed as you did your best to capture his likeness in paint.

“Enéas, beloved, can you hold still for me?”

The naga groaned, the muscular coils of his body shifting slightly as he did. “I’ve been sitting for hours now. When you called me, I didn’t think it would be for this.”

“Ten minutes, then we can do something else. I swear.”

The look that he shot you was long-suffering, but he settled back into the purposefully relaxed position you had directed him into earlier after taking a sip from the goblet beside him.The whole thing was mostly an act. You had been summoning him to your chambers to sit for this painting on a regular basis for the past month, and no matter where the sessions ended (often with you wrapped firmly in his powerful body), you never put on any airs about what those first few hours would entail.

Golden sunlight shone through gauzy curtains and spilled onto Enéas’ skin, setting the scales ablaze. The round black marks that lay over red scales the colour of baked clay were already beautiful, but under the sun’s rays he was cast in a rainbow sheen, every scale shimmering like an oil slick. The creamy scales of his underbelly flowed from his face all the way down, flashing like pale moonlight between his darker coils. Naga rarely wore clothing, they had no real need to, but Enéas had certainly developed a taste for finery during his time in the palace. Fine, sheer cotton, dyed snowy white and rich yellow, draped around him like woven light, held in place by gold clasps. Cuffs set with precious stones circled on his wrists and biceps, and a beautiful metal collar engraved with intricate patterns lay flat against his throat.

“You’re staring, little prince.”

The rasping taunt broke you out of your stupor, and you realized that your eyes had been locked on him, paintbrush unmoving on your canvas. You finished the stroke you had started with a careful flick. Stepping back a little, you surveyed what you had done so far. The hours spent on the portrait had been worth it, and even though it wasn’t done, you could stand to be finished for the day.

“I was distracted,” you said. “You were distracting me.”

A cheeky grin split Enéas’s face. It was hard-edged and full of sharp, hooked teeth, stretching far past what it would have on a human face, but managed to be as lovely and charming as it was frightening. “I have no idea what you mean. I was only sitting here, just like you asked me to.”

“Sitting there in a very distracting way.” You wiped your hands on the sturdy apron you wore before untying it and discarding it messily to the side. “We’re done for today, you can relax now.”

“Finally.” He stretched his arms above his head and groaned loudly before flopping back and letting his eyes close. The movement sent his whole body rippling in the sunlight, and the sight made your mouth go dry.

You strode towards the bed, closing the distance quickly to sit beside Enéas on your plush bedspread. He didn’t even open his eyes when the mattress dipped under your weight. With a feather-light touch, you traced the features of his face with a thumb. The transition from red to white around what would be a hairline was first, the gradient of the small scales dipping low on his forehead and contouring under his eye sockets, the way it pulled back on his temples. The flat bridge of his nose, his sharp jaw, the mouth stretching almost the entire way along the hollows of his cheeks. He just barely leaned into every touch, doing a very good job of pretending like he didn’t care about you sitting next to him and touching him like he was something precious. Each one of his breaths fanned upwards, over your face, and it smelled like the sweet lime cordial he drank moments before.

Your thumb continued its path around his face until it caught on the center on his bottom lip. One of his eyes drifted open, pupil an inky slit on yellow-green sclera, and he parted his lips just enough for his long, forked tongue to flicker out. It wound around the digit, brushing against your knuckles and the sensitive skin between your fingers. Cold spit cooled even further on your skin as Enéas licked over your hand. In a single swift movement he dipped his head forward to take your thumb fully in his mouth. You froze. His lips tightened around it and he sucked, tongue still working you over. You could feel your cock start to fill and you pressed in and down, putting the slightest amount of pressure on the floor of Enéas’ mouth. A low, raspy moan rumbled through him, eyes fluttering closed and back arching prettily.

Putting more pressure on his mouth, you hooked your thumb behind the bone of his lower jaw and forced it down, exposing hooked teeth and making his tongue loll. “Get me ready, beloved, and be thorough.” You leaned down to press a sweet kiss to the edge of his scaly jaw. “I want both of them today.”

Enéas’s eyes snapped open. His pupils were blown wide in excitement and arousal, and he flickered his tongue out over your skin again before pulling you down next to him with firm hands. Those same hands didn’t hesitate to begin roaming over your body, making quick work of the fastenings keeping your tunic and trousers closed before pulling his own scant clothing off.

“It would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” he said. The sound was already breathless, and sounded so beautiful that it hurt.

He stripped you of your clothing with an impossible combination of speed and reverence, each touch against your skin burning with affection. Pushing you fully onto your back, he slithered around you, smooth scales dragging against your increasingly bare skin until you lay cradled in his strong coils. A heavy tail coaxed your legs apart as large hands began mapping a path down your body. They skimmed over your throat and chest, pausing to tease each of your nipples to full hardness, and drifted lower, caressing your waist and stomach, scratching soft patterns onto your hips and buttocks, before landing on your thighs. His cool, clever mouth soon followed. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss landed above your pulse, then the base of your neck, trailing cold saliva over your shoulders and down your breastbone. You moaned quietly, unbidden, and your back arched up off the bed, eyes fluttering closed. Your world narrowed to sensation: the chill on your skin, the plush mattress underneath you, the smooth rasp of scales around you. Enéas’ hands lovingly massaging your thighs.

Your eyes shot open with a gasp when you felt his mouth close around one of your nipples. You could feel his smile against your skin as he suckled on the hardened nub. A little jolt went through you as those wicked teeth grazed over the delicate skin, your cock twitching where it now lay fully erect on your belly. One of his hands wandered up to play with the flushed head, dipping into the pre-cum pooling under it before raising his hand and licking his fingers clean.

Gripping his chin, you dragged his face up to meet yours. “I believe I told you to prepare me, Enéas.” The way you said his name managed to land somewhere between sweetly teasing and bitterly displeased. “We may be lovers, but I am still a prince. This may have been my mistake, though, maybe I wasn’t clear enough for you.” You pulled him up further, tucking your mouth beside his ear so that you could whisper directly to him. “Prepare me, my love, and do it nice and thorough. After you’re done, you will fuck me, with both cocks, until I can’t speak or until you fill me with your cum. Whichever comes later. Am I understood?”

Enéas smiled, pupils completely dilated, and dipped his head down to kiss you. It was salty and bitter from your pre-cum, with the barest hint of the lime cordial underneath. “As you wish, my prince.”

He sat back and lowered himself so that he was lying on his front between your legs. The coil of his body that had been pressing one of your legs open dug in harder, pulling your thigh even further out, and he threw your other leg over his shoulder to get better access between your cheeks. His big hands dug in and pulled them apart, exposing your tight hole to the air of the room. He breathed over it, pressing wet, biting kisses onto the supple flesh of your ass before slipping his tongue out and running it all the way from your hole to your balls. The long, slender fork in the muscle wrapped around you, almost delicately, spreading cold saliva over your balls and the base of your shaft. The chill was a brief shock against your skin that sent sparks zipping through you, making you drop your head back onto the mattress and forcing your breaths out in stuttering pants.

Enéas continued alternating between licking at your rim, just barely breaching the ring of muscle with the tips of his tongue, and suckling gently at your sac, each motion drawing desperate little noises out of you. It felt wonderful, but it was nowhere near enough. Somewhere in your mind you had a brief argument with yourself about whether it would be worth it to abandon all semblance of power and control that you had in order to grind your hips back on his face. On one hand, you were royalty, even splayed naked on your bed, and you liked to hold onto that for as long as you could. On the other, the feeling of his cool scales and wet, fluttering tongue was very rapidly driving that particular thing down your list of concerns.

All of that was wiped from your mind when you felt the blunt tip of one of Enéas’ fingers, slicked with oil from a vial he must have hidden somewhere on him when he started moving. It circled your hole slowly, deliberately, pressing just inside every so often, coaxing the muscle to loosen with practiced care. You wanted to squirm, to tense up under the teasing touches, but you forced yourself to breathe through it and relax as much as possible. This earned you a raspy noise of approval and a kiss to your sensitive inner thigh from your naga lover.

Seconds later, it also earned you one of his gloriously thick fingers carefully worked all the way inside you. Your back curved off the bed, a quiet moan spilling from your lips. He pumped it in and out a few times, just starting to open you up enough for him to continue. As soon as you relaxed, unconscious fists unclenching from the bedspread, a second finger, thick and wet with oil, joined the first. He twisted the two about inside you. Each motion dragged the subtle ridges of his scales along your inner walls, and when he crooked his knuckles deep inside you, you arched up with a breathless moan.

“Ohhhh, fuck.”

Enéas’ head emerged from between your legs, and he smirked at you as he began scissoring his fingers, stretching your rim, brushing up against the spot of blinding pleasure on every thrust. “Well, Your Royal Highness? Am I pleasing you now?”

“You would be pleasing me more if you got on with it,” you snarked at him. He grinned back at you, the tremor in your voice and the way that your whole body had begun quivering betrayed your pleasure too much for him to ever believe that you were honestly upset.

“As my prince wishes.”

He raised himself so that he was braced overtop of you, and he rubbed the head of his upper dick over your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed him teasing his cocks erect and out of the slit that usually kept them hidden, but it wouldn’t surprise you if that was what he had been doing with his other hand while prepping you. A sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth was the only warning you got before he pushed into you with near-maddening gentleness. His cocks were more slender than the average human’s, but they were longer, and were covered with nubby barbs of flexible cartilage that caught deliciously inside you whenever he pulled back. He started rocking his hips into yours, getting deeper and deeper with each stroke, dick not close to filling you up but the barbs stimulating you plenty all on their own. You moaned slightly each time he drew back, cock leaking even more pre-cum between your bodies. Waiting until he was fully seated inside you, body flush against your ass, he began gently massaging your hole, the muscle already stretched tight around him. He moved his fingers in sync with his shallow thrusts, slowly but surely opening your hole enough for him to slip his second cock inside.

You were moaning even more loudly now, shuddering noises of pleasure leaving your lips every time Enéas fucked into you or pressed in on your entrance. His finger disappeared from your skin briefly after a particularly rough thrust left you panting and teary-eyed. You whined at the loss, wriggling further back on his dick. Another rough drive of his hips sent your back arching painfully, mouth dropping open as his index finger slipped into you alongside his shaft.

“Nngg, ah-- fuck, so-oo good,” you mewled.

Enéas started fucking into you with even more ferocity, making your whole body move every single time his hips slammed into your ass. Your cock slapped up onto your stomach with an obscenely wet sound, and left wet smears of clear fluid on your skin each time it hit you. The sounds coming out of you were starting to sound desperate, morphing from regular moans of pleasure to pitiful little whimpers and gasps. You were so overwhelmed by the way that his cock reached so deep inside you and caught so gloriously coming back out that you didn’t even notice a second fingertip tease your rim. You didn’t notice it until the smoothly scaled digit thrust into you alongside his first one. The feeling of it, the stretch of your rim definitely painful now, ripped a shattered cry from you.

Your whole body was tensed up, chest heaving with panting breaths. “Oh shit. Enéas, I’m going to…”

The hand he had been using to hold himself above you darted downwards and locked in a tight ring around the base of your steadily leaking cock. The crescendo quickly building in the pit of your stomach was stopped in its tracks, and you wailed at the blocking of your orgasm. Enéas smirked wickedly at you before lowering his mouth to graze lightly over one of your nipples.

“Patience, little prince,” he chided, “Just hold on a little longer, and you can cum on both of my cocks.”

Each word he spoke was punctuated by him driving his barbed shaft into you and scissoring his fingers wider and wider. Somewhere in the haze of your almost-climax he had stuck a third finger into your hole, and all of them were now stretching you out as far as you could go. His big arms wrapped around your back and he aggressively hoisted you upwards, forcing you to wrap your legs around his body. He slipped his fingers out of you, and almost immediately his lower cock replaced it. The shaft was thicker, the head a little more bulbous, and it filled you up so wonderfully next to his other one. Once he was fully seated, he went still to let you get used to the intense stretch inside of you. You tried to wriggle about in his arm to get him even deeper inside of you, but he used both arms to grip you tight to his body, keeping you still. That mouth of his kept lovingly licking over your chest, going slack to let saliva leak out over his lips and onto your skin.

With a firm grip on your hips and an almost painful amount of care, Enéas lifted you up until only the heads of his dicks remained inside of you. Realizing what he was about to do, you stopped writhing in his grasp, relaxing as much as the position allowed. He hissed a thanks into the thin skin above your breastbone. A slight shift of his weight so that all of his coils lay firmly beneath him, and he lowered you almost all the way down onto him. He pressed sweet kisses to the base of your sternum, then each of your nipples, then to the side of your throat. Settling his face into the warm crook of your neck, he began to raise and lower your along his shafts, using your body to fuck himself to completion.

This new position made his cocks reach impossibly deeper inside of you, spines rubbing against that sweet spot with each stroke. You dropped your head forward against Enéas’ shoulder, moaning loudly. With his previous fierce grip on your tortured cock gone, you felt your orgasm begin to build again. Clear pre-cum dripped out of your slick head and smeared between your bodies. He kept bouncing you on him, breath coming out ragged against your neck as he chased after his own climax.

“Holy shit-- that’s so good…”

Your mouth hung open as heat bubbled up in your gut. You tried to warn Enéas again, but all that came out was a strangled gasp of his name before you were cumming between your bodies with a cry. His sharp mouth curved into a grin pressed into the skin of your shoulder as you went boneless in his arms. He kept driving your body down onto himself mercilessly, paying no mind to your limp form. Your eyes filled with tears and drool leaked from your slackened jaw as you were driven to complete overstimulation from him using your body.

“Mmmmhh-hngg....AH!” You moaned desperately, squirming in his arms, trying to get away from the feeling of his cocks inside you that was quickly starting to get painful. Your hole was fluttering erratically around him, and the grip that Enéas had on your hips stuttered, betraying how close he was.

“My prince, I’m…” he managed to grunt out before he pulled you all the way onto his cocks and came inside of you, clutching your body close to his.

His twin dicks twitched against your sensitive walls as thick white cum spilled inside of you. You wailed at the sensation, your own spent cock trying fruitlessly to twitch erect again. Enéas held you against him for several minutes, catching his breath, before he carefully lifted you off of him and laid you down on the now-soiled sheets. The spines on his shafts caught on your puffy rim as he pulled out, making you wince. Your belly was still sticky from your own orgasm, and gobs of Enéas’s cum leaked from your hole, making you feel even filthier. You were completely and utterly fucked-out and content as you lay there in a warm stupor. Cold lips kissed away tears that you hadn’t noticed had fallen, and a hand rubbed comforting circles into the back of your neck. He shifted his body to wrap around you in heavy coils that felt safe and warm, despite his cold blood. You stayed there, cradled against his familiar body, being covered in soft kisses and soothing caresses, until the shaky aftershocks of both of your climaxes dissipated. Once they had, you curled onto your side so that you could nuzzle your face into his scaly neck,

“So?” Enéas whispered into your ear, peppering the side of your face with affectionate pecks. “Did I please you, my prince?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, nibbling on his jaw slightly. “You absolutely did, beloved.”

#monster fucker #monster lover #exophilia #terato #monster x human #naga #tw crying #smut #nsft #minors do not interact #terfs dont fucking touch #seriously if i see a fucking terf i'll fight you #bigots dni

221 notes · View notes

likeastarstar · 3 years

Text

3:00 PM- Seokjin

(A/N: for the anon who requested stressed out! OC and new parent! jin . This was a really sweet request and I loved writing it! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated.)

Need more diapers. When's the last time someone did the dishes? Running out of clean clothes too...did Jin remember to use the sensitive skin detergent?

You groaned, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair quickly and rushing out of the shower. You couldn't even shower without thinking of the endless list of things you should be doing instead- but your newborn threw up in your hair and it was either shower now or shave your hair off completely.

Showering was the right decision.

People had warned you that parenting was hard, but no one told you that it would make you want to scream out multiple expletives that were now not allowed in your house since you had a baby and babies had sponges for brains apparently and if you said the word fuck out loud, they'd grow up into a psychopath which would also be your fault.

Parenting was really fucking hard though.

You toweled off half of your body and pulled on the nearest pair of clean clothes you could find. You were about to rush out of the bathroom when you caught your reflection in the mirror. Regret flooded your body instantly, your nose scrunching as you took in how rough you looked.

It had been a month since you gave birth but it looked like you had been through a zombie apocalypse, dark under eye circles lining your eyes and your hair was all over the place. You were grateful for your body, having given you a beautiful baby, but you felt bad for yourself. You wished you could turn off the part of you that needed things like sleep or food or clean underwear. This would be so much easier if you were a robot.

It's not like you were alone in this, Seokjin was more than helpful- but he was just as tired as you. You vaguely remember that he had also gotten vomited on but urged you to shower first, guilt washing over your body all over again. You were crying before you really realized it, the stress building up in a surge of hormones and exhaustion.

You pushed it aside and tried to wipe the tears away, walking to the living room to tell Seokjin he could go shower.

Instead, you turned to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a deep frown, watching you try to hide the fact that you were definitely on the verge of loosing your shit.

"Where's the baby?" You asked automatically, ignoring the tears still rolling down your cheeks in hopes he would do the same.

"My mom offered to babysit for the rest of the day, I said yes." He explained, still frowning. "Come here."

"Wait- she shouldn't have to babysit, I can do it-"

"No, you need a break," He insisted, placing his hands flat on your shoulder. He looked down at you with concern and empathy in his eyes, which only made you feel worse because he was just as tired as you, just as stressed out.

"Stop," You snapped, lashing out despite yourself. "I can't just take a break from being a mother- that's not really how it works."

"You're human and she's offering," Jin argued, his tone suddenly sharper. "I said you're taking a break- you're taking a break. We're not fighting about this."

You frowned up at him, angry tears falling from your eyes. You wanted to argue but you were too tired to formulate a good enough rebuttal, instead you let him push you into a chair as he stood behind you with a wide toothed comb, sifting through the rat's nest that was your hair. He ran through your hair slowly, carefully deconstructing every kink and knot and working hair oil into the ends. He blow dried it afterwards, humming the entire time as if you hadn't just thrown a temper tantrum.

"You have to take care of yourself, you're important- to me and our baby." He mumbled when he had finished, braiding your hair patiently.

"I can't be selfish anymore," You argued weakly, "There's more important things than haircare."

"It's not about your hair- it's about feeling like yourself," Jin reminded, "I didn't read all of those books about parenting for no reason, all of them said that this kind of thing happens after the baby comes. It's easy to lose yourself in how stressful parenting is, but you have me to remind you that you're important too- okay? So just take the rest of the day for yourself- sleep for as long as you want, my mom brought food over so you can eat when you're hungry."

"What about you?" You mumbled, looking up at him. He looked tired himself- handsome as ever, but tired. He smiled down at you sweetly, leaning down to kiss you lightly.

"I'll be sleeping right next to you- just gotta shower first," He grinned.

"I'll blow dry your hair after!" You offered, eyes suddenly lighting up.

Jin laughed and nodded, kissing you once more before turning to go shower. You pulled the braid over your shoulder and played with it idly, staring at yourself in the mirror again. Unlike before, you looked a little bit more like yourself- tired, but happy.

You still had a lot on your plate and your to-do list was still running long in the back of your mind, but at the very least you decided to press pause on it for a moment and make a new to-do list: one only with you and Seokjin on it.

masterlist.

#bts timestamps #bts drabble #seokjin x y/n #seokjin x oc #seokjin drabble #kim seokjin fic #seokjin imagine #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin oneshot #dad!seokjin #parent!au #parent!bts #dad!bts

193 notes · View notes

wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

Note

Hi, may I request headcanons or drabble about gom when they find that their s/o is wearing their teiko’s jersey please? Sfw or nsfw is all okay

A/N: OOH I like that idea my dear anon! I tried to come up with as many different scenarios as I could, so I hope that I was succeesful... please enjoy! (*¯︶¯*)

Tags: GoM x reader ✅ fluff ✅ implied nsfw ✅

━━━━☆ ━━━━☆ ━━━━☆

Kuroko:

ok so, you were sleeping over at his house today and you wanted to put something of his on, so you looked through his closet, and amidst his many shirts you found something you immediately recognized as his former basketball team’s jersey

you were simply curious how it would look on you so while Kuroko was in the other room preparing something, you went over to the big mirror in the hallway and looked at how surprisingly fitting his jersey was

“(Y/N), I finished prepa-“

“Tetsu, perfect timing! Look what I found!” you said happily and twirled around a few times, showing off your new find

he remained silent at first and just looked at you with his typical poker face, then he slowly walked up to you and gave you a back hug, burying his face in the crack of your neck

“God (Y/N)...how can you be so cute...?“ he silently asked and peppered your neck with soft kisses

you couldn’t help but giggle at that ticklish sensation which provided a great diversion for your boyfriend, who let his hands slowly slide down your body’s most prominent traits while his blue eyes stayed glued to how smooth your reflection looked like

his reaction was pretty cryptic and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was even happy or simply annoyed, so you asked him if you’d done something bad

Kuroko remained silent at first and then out of nowhere took your hand and began walking back to his own room

“T-Tetsu? What’s wrong?”

“In situations such as these it’s better for me to just show you the results of your little dress up instead of using words, don’t you think?”

with flushed cheeks you simply squeezed his hand and followed him back into his room, knowing that you’ll be in there for quite a while...

Kise:

you two went on a small shopping trip together and before you knew it time had slipped past your hands and it was already dark outside

Kise, as the caring boyfriend he is, invited you to stay over at his apartment and you agreed

while you were sitting on his bed and checking your social media he sorted out his closet saying that if he continued buying so many clothes he’d have to buy a second and much bigger one

when he usually did this, he separated his garments into two piles: one was clothes he’d give away to charity organizations and the other one was for you and his friends to choose out of

just as he was about to throw another one of his shirts you noticed a very familiar-looking piece of fabric

He must be quite out of it to throw this away...

you secretly took his jersey out of the pile, got up from his bed, and sneaked out of his room (which wasn’t a challenge really, with him being overly concentrated on whether to give that blue jacket away or the black one)

you headed straight for his bathroom and changed into his Teiko jersey

it fitted you quite well, sure it was loose at some parts but that was to be expected

after looking at yourself in the mirror from any possible angle you decided to go back and surprise him with your getup

“Kise, I think I might’ve found the perfect one for me...what do you think?”

he glanced back at you and just as he was about to turn away he halted, mouth agape, his expression a mix of pleasant surprise and full of adoration

within a couple of seconds, his arms were wrapped around your body, lifting you by the hips and covering your entire face with kisses

“I didn’t know you loved your jersey this much.” you joked as you played with his yellow and soft strands of hair

“Who said I was this happy just because of the jersey, huh?”

he twirled the both of you a few times before lying you down on his bed and getting on top of you, both of his arms trapping you beneath him as he brought his face down to your exposed collarbone and began trailing it up with his soft lips

“Though I’d love to continue watching you have it on, it’d be quite a shame if we got it dirty with what’s about to come, right?”

Midorima:

living together with a strict man such as him proved to be quite the challenge at times, but you somehow managed

he was a very tidy and clean person (his behavior almost bordered in perfectionism) so having a multi-shelved closet where his clothes were sorted by color, their individual usage as well as his personal preference wasn’t surprising

you once wanted to take a shirt from him and after begging him for what felt like hours he finally gave in, but under the condition that he’d get to choose one for you

so to put it simply: you never properly saw how his closet looked like from the inside and now that he was taking a shower you couldn’t withstand the temptation to sneak into his room and finally take a peek

thanks to his pedantic ways you were quick to grasp the structure he’d used and there was one particular pile of clothes that caught your eye, namely one which consisted of nothing but his basketball uniforms, all of them neatly folded and judging by the smell they were freshly washed as well

you smiled to yourself as you remembered that your typical tsundere boyfriend also had some softer sides on him that brought such rare but heartwarming behaviors to light

with utmost carefulness you took the very first jersey from the pile and held it up, revealing the dark blue number 11

looking at it now you wondered if it’d still fit him and just before you stormed out of the room to ask him, you thought of a better idea: putting it on yourself

with that said and done you sneaked back out, sat on the couch in the living room, covered yourself with a blanket, and pretended to play something on your phone while you carefully watched your boyfriend from the corner of your eyes

the moment he entered your shared bedroom you decided to wait a couple minutes until he’d dressed up so that you could surprise him with a hug (but the main reason was that you were scared of how he’d react if you not only snuck up on him while he’s still drenched and naked but also had a jersey on that he’d spend so much time taking care of)

you softly knocked on the door and heard a muffled sound that most likely prompted you to come in, so you did

luckily his broad back was facing you as he was busy cleaning his glasses and you used that opportunity to wrap your arms around his tall figure

there was no reaction at first but after just a couple of seconds he silently asked you whether something was wrong

“I have a small surprise for you, so could you do me the favor and...look at me?” you whispered in a rather sheepish voice

Midorima didn’t answer, but you heard him placing his glasses down on the nightstand so you took that as a signal and loosened your grip around him

“(Y/N)...! That–“

your small surprise had shocked him quite a bit and even if he didn’t say anything clear about it, it was pretty obvious that underneath his big palm, which was covering his mouth, a small blush was forming

the two of you just stood there silently and after what felt like an eternity he just sighed and sat himself down on the bed, burying his face in his hands

Now that’s a reaction I didn’t expect...

you were disappointed and sad of course so you muttered a silent apology and made your way back to the door

“(Y/N)...who said that you could leave?”

with a surprised but confused expression on your face, you looked at his sitting figure

Midorima leaned himself back and gently pat a spot on his muscled thigh

“I want you to strip for me...but make sure to keep my jersey on and when you’re finished, get your cute ass over here.”

Aomine:

you woke up rather unpleasantly

your entire body was sore, some spots hurting more than others, and to top it all off you had fallen asleep naked, too tired from last night’s fun to even cover yourself with a shirt or something of that sort

while you were questioning yesterday’s events your boyfriend continued sleeping peacefully next to you and sometimes a silent snore escaped past his lips

watching someone who was either sulking or grinning like a madman on a daily basis sleep like a small child warmed your heart

you gently caressed his cheek, moved some of his hair strands away from his forehead, and let your fingertip gently glide across his most prominent facial features

if Aomine was awake he’d rarely let you do all of these blandishments, but luckily he slept as deep as a bear during hibernation

you could’ve continued forever, but your body was starting to get cold so you got up as carefully as you could and tiptoed over to your boyfriend's closet and began rummaging around for one of his shirts, which easily covered half of your body

while you searched every possible corner of his rather messy closet you stumbled upon something rather surprising

at the very back, you found his Teiko jersey which in comparison to the rest neatly folded and smelled of detergent

you couldn’t hold back a cheeky grin as you remembered how he’d told you he wasn’t the sentimental type of person and that there would be no reason for him to own any keepsakes from his junior high days and yet despite all that he’d taken such good care of it

just as you were about to put it back in, a brilliant idea crossed your mind

you put his jersey on and walked towards his sleeping figure, moved the blanket aside, and then got on top of him, carefully lying on top of his upper body

the sudden weight on his chest disrupted his peaceful sleep and in accordance with that a low groan resonated from him

“Mm babe....what’s wrong..?”

“Good morning Aomine my love...care to open your eyes for me, I got a small surprise prepared for you.”

he grunted as he wrapped his arms around your body, pressing you further towards him, and whispered: “Just give me five more minutes and I’ll look....promise”

you pouted but refused to give up nonetheless and continued with your caresses from earlier, though this time you also planted soft kisses along his collarbone and his neck

he enjoyed it at first and even hummed in satisfaction, but as your lips trailed down lower, his abdomen tensed up, and even if he wanted to keep his eyes closed his curiosity failed him rather quick

just as you were about to continue you felt his hands take a tight hold of your hips so you looked up to him and were met with a pair of wide deep ocean blue eyes

a mischievous grin spread across your lips as you showed him your little surprise

“Look what I found, mister I’m-not-a-sentimental-type-of-person.”

and he did look, Aomine was in fact so flabbergasted that his mouth stood agape for quite a while, but no sound whatsoever came from him

“Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you’d like a surprise of this caliber? Don’t all of your pinup girls have that boyfriend shirt segment?”

just as you were about to get off of him he suddenly took a hold of your shoulders and within a matter of seconds flipped the position the two of you were in

you now found yourself under him, exposed to his cheeky grin and a rather lewd gaze that caused him to lick his lips with relish while he let his hands run down your entire body

“You just know how to rail me up don’t you babe?” he cooed as he slowly pushed his knee between your legs, “sleep’s overrated when I have someone as perfect as you waking me up like this, right?”

Aomine kissed your lips and smiled down at you “Now...be a good girl and let me thank you properly”

Murasakibara:

wearing something out of this purple-haired giant’s closet was never an option for you, the main reason being the obvious body build difference between the two of you and the second was because of Murasakibara himself

every time you went over to his apartment and wanted to stay overnight he’d cling to you saying how warm and fluffy you were and continuously refused to let you go

the first few times you had tried to wiggle out of his grasp but unfortunately, he was the stronger out of the two of you so with no other choice left you remained enveloped in his arms until sleep caught up to you

as time went on you steadily gave up the fight and simply let him do what he wanted

and then one faithful night Lady Luck seemed to be on your side since Murasakibara fell asleep before you, the poor soul must’ve been quite tired that even his usual iron grip around you loosened quite a bit

at first, you couldn’t help but smile at his vulnerable yet cute expression but after just a short while your mind truly grasped the possibilities that had opened up to you

with a small smile, you carefully got up and walked over to his room

you silently closed the door behind you and couldn’t help but chuckle at the slightly ridiculous situation you found yourself in, regardless you continued with your task and opened his closet for the first time ever

it was surprisingly empty and clean (with some minor exceptions, but that was to be expected) so you found yourself questioning just why your boyfriend was trying to hide his small collection of clothes from you so desperately

at first, you simply looked through his differently sized shirts, and just then you saw a bright blue one and wondered why you had never seen him wear it

after pulling it out you finally realized just what you were holding

His Teiko jersey...?

you were quite surprised, to say the least since Murasakibara good to never talked about his junior high days let alone even mention them

he had a mirror right next to his closet so you stood in front of it and placed the jersey in front of yourself

it was quite large for your own measurements, but luckily his former build hadn’t been as muscular and tall as that of right now, so you seriously contemplated on putting it on

you removed the shirt you were wearing and replaced it with his jersey

the fabric reached the middle of your thighs and its v-neck was so low that you could see some of your cleavage

your cheeks reddened at the sight, your embarrassment prompting you to remove it as fast as possible, and just as you were about to do it a low and drowsy voice called out to you

“(Y/N)-chin...? What are you doing?”

as you turned around to the source of the voice, you looked directly into the purple eyes of your giant boyfriend who was towering in front of his bedroom’s doorframe

“A-Atsushi! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, I just wanted to-“ you stuttered as you tried to remove his shirt, but before you could even lift it his big hand took a grasp of your own and held it

“Don’t.”

that was all he said before pulling you into his broad chest and embracing you

he began kissing your neck and even after you reluctantly asked him what was wrong and if he’d been mad all he did was remain silent

after a while you felt his big and slightly rough hands wander underneath the jersey, exploring your naked skin and touching it carefully, afraid that you’d break if he got a little rougher

it felt good and you felt safe in his arms, but you didn’t mind if he didn’t hold back entirely

when you told him these exact words he immediately picked you up and wrapped your legs around his hips

“Atsushi, w-wait!”

“Sorry (Y/N)-chin, but you look way too sweet right now and you know me...whenever I see something yummy I just need to have a taste.”

and with that, you were carried back to the couch for a long and pretty busy night...

Akashi:

the first time you mentioned Teiko he actually smiled and offered to show you some of his keepsakes himself

you agreed of course and just some moments afterward he brought a medium-sized box to you and began showcasing all objects he kept from his junior high days

Akashi really had his way with words, he knew that disclosing as little as he could about everything would make you more curious than you already were...and he was absolutely right

you asked him about the photos with his teammates, about some of his gold medals, about some of the books he’d kept, and so on

in the end, he pulled out his jersey, looking at it with a nostalgic expression, and as soon as he’d noticed your wide eyes and seemingly interested demeanor a smile spread across his lips as he handed the piece of fabric to you

while he told you some funny stories about it you couldn’t help but wonder whether it still fitted him or not

“Would you like me to put it on for you?” he asked you, which made you realize that you’d accidentally spoken out loud

“N-No it’s fine, I was just...thinking aloud that’s all!”

he giggled and gently caressed your blushing cheek, leaning closer to it so that he could plant a soft kiss on it, but unfortunately for you, the two of you were interrupted by one of his butlers who apparently needed something from his red-haired young master

neither you nor he could hide the obvious disappointment from your expressions, but with no choice left but to step out for a bit, your boyfriend left the room

you sat there at first but when you looked at the jersey that was halfway in the box you got curious about whether it could fit you, so after making sure that the coast was clear you changed your top and looked at your reflection on the glassy door of one of his shelves

surprisingly it fit you almost to a T and it was just now that you realized just how different the two of you were built

this new realization is what took you so long to notice that the man you were thinking about had returned and was looking at you

“And here I thought you wanted me to put it on...”

hearing his voice made you immediately freeze up, as you felt the heat rise to your face you slowly turned around and saw his gentle yet mischievous smile

“I-It’s not what it looks like, I just...I just wanted to–” you stammered while your fingers entangled themselves in the hem of his jersey

Akashi began to close the distance between the two of you and with each step he took your embarrassment grew and grew until it reached the point where you just wanted to sink in a hole somewhere

meanwhile, your boyfriend had reached you and let his hands gently glide along your torso with a never-ending smile

he directed his eyes to the reflection of your back, pulling you into his chest, and was now doing the same he did beforehand

his gentle touch relieved some tension from your shoulders and you couldn’t help but whisper his name, an action that made him tense up now

“(Y/N), I need you to remain quiet for a bit, or else I might lose that last bit of control I have” he hissed out as you felt his grip on you getting stronger

“I-It’s ok Sei, just let me remove your jersey and we can go to your roo–”

your chin was suddenly jerked upwards, red eyes peering directly into your own as he answered in a low voice: “Who said that we’ll do any of it? I’ve already locked the door and removing the jersey would ruin most of the fun, don’t you think?”

#knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb x reader #gom x reader #knb fluff #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾 #━𝙺𝙽𝙱

650 notes · View notes

t0wnspersonb · 4 years

Text

Day Off (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

Word Count: 2,158

Warnings: FLUFF, bad language, suggestive language, my shit writing lmao

Summary: You hardly ever got to spend time with your husband, so when he has a day off, well, your heart can’t help but be entirely full. Especially when you see him interacting with your children.

~~~~

Anonymous said:

Hello��💜 I was wondering if you could make an fluff/smut imagine about where Bakugou where the reader is his beloved wife they both have kids and just shows how their daily lives are. Btw I’m a huge fan of your imagines🥰

~~~~

I hope you enjoy this request anon! I didn’t do smut this time around, but here is some fluffy papa Bakugou for you! Also thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad you like my shit writing lol.

I always enjoy writing fluffy shit like this lmao. I love Bakugou with all my fucking heart and I hope you guys enjoy this too!

~~~~

You loved your family, you would do anything for them, the unconditional love that you held in your heart was something that would never be questioned.

But sometimes, you loved your alone time just a tad bit more.

Like now.

The house was clean, the house was quiet; and you actually got to enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee, fresh and incredibly delicious for your sleep deprived senses.

You were an early riser, maybe it was because of all the morning training and runs that Bakugou had forced you to do when you guys were younger, or maybe it was because when you had kids you had realized that there just wasn’t enough time in the day to get everything done.

Quite possibly it was the latter.

But everything was done, the laundry, the dishes, sweeping and mopping, you had gone to the grocery store yesterday, a surprisingly pleasant trip since the kids were actually behaving for once.

You owe it to your husband, who had gotten off of his hero duties early yesterday and had helped you around the house, and he was off today.

The first time in a long time.

You probably should’ve lingered in your shared bed just a little longer, you hardly had alone time with the explosion hero as it was, but… you had been dying to read the new book that you had gotten weeks ago. Bakugou could handle waking up alone for one day, right?

“Are you fucking kidding me? You shit nerd, how long have you been doing this?” his familiar gruff voice sighed from the entrance of the living room.

You glanced up from your book, a small smile tugging at your lips as you took in his sleepy figure.

Bakugou’s blonde hair was even more disheveled, his sweats hung low on his hips, one of his large hands was underneath his shirt, absentmindedly scratching at the skin that stretched across his sculpted stomach.

You took a lot of pleasure in the fact that you got to see the most popular pro hero so domestic, so casual.

His ring caught the morning light streaming through the window, glinting beautifully as he stretched out his muscular arms above his head, his shirt rising up, exposing the lower half of his stomach to your greedy eyes. His biceps bulged out beautifully against the sleeves of his shirt.

You also took pleasure in just staring at your husband, that beautiful specimen of a man was all yours.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost 9.”

“Hmmm. Since 4:30 then?” You pondered, placing your bookmark between the pages, and closing the book completely, placing it on the coffee table.

Bakugou made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat as he padded off towards the kitchen.

You laughed softly to yourself, following after the muscular male.

“Stop fucking staring at me.” Bakugou grumbled, vermilion eyes sliding over to you briefly as he drank down his glass of water.

“Can’t a wife just look at her husband?” you asked innocently, he walked over to you, his hands coming down on either side of your face, squeezing your cheeks together tightly.

“Not when the wife ditches her husband in the morning to read a stupid fucking book.” he sneered.

You laughed, grabbing at his much larger hands, and pulling them away from your face.

“I’m sorry Katsu, what can I do to make it up to you?” you teased lightly.

You shouldn’t have asked.

A wicked smirk stretched across his face. “Get on your knees.” his voice was husky, commanding as he stared at you, daring you to challenge him.

You could feel your lips part at his words, a pink blush beginning to dust your cheeks.

It had been a long time since you -

“Mama?”

The moment was gone completely, the wide smirk that Bakugou wore turned into a deep scowl.

“Good morning baby.” you cooed turning to look at your small child. He was the spitting image of Bakugou, but he was the sweetest boy, completely unlike his father.

He rubbed at his small eyes before they landed on Bakugou, a sweet smile stretching across his face.

“Papa. Up.” he held out his little arms, urging Bakugou to pick him up.

You could see the scowl visibly melting away from Bakugou’s face, replaced with a gentle one as he gazed at his son.

It was hard for Bakugou, being able to spend time with his children, despite how rough he was, how crude his words could be; he was a wonderful father, a wonderful husband.

You were entirely lucky.

Bakugou easily swung his child up into his muscular arms. Your son sighing in happiness as he rests his head against Bakugou’s broad shoulders, his thumb coming up to rest between his lips.

The sight of the two of them together melted your heart completely, clenching tightly in your chest as Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your son’s head.

“Papa’s home today?” Another familiar voice spoke. You turned to see your daughter staring at Bakugou in curiosity.

She was the oldest, and the spitting image of you, except… well her personality was entirely her father’s.

“Why don’t you guys go watch some cartoons while I get breakfast started?” you hummed.

“Come on you shit stain.” Bakugou ruffled his daughter’s hair, urging her out of the kitchen into the living room.

You and your daughter frowned, you at the fact that he just called your child a shit stain, and her because he messed up her already messy hair.

“Your breath smells like shit Papa.” your daughter said, tone annoyed as she shoved his hand away from her head.

You sighed tiredly, hand resting on the side of your face.

“Oi, you aren’t allowed to curse.” Bakugou scolded, a large tick mark appearing on his forehead and he grabbed your daughter’s head pushing her out of the kitchen.

You could hear their loud bickering fading into the living room, causing you to sigh deeply once again.

But a smile twitched on your lips, it had been a long time since you guys got to enjoy the morning together like this.

When you had finally finished cooking breakfast you went to go grab the rest of your family.

Your heart melted at the sight. Bakugou held both kids in his arms, your children looking incredibly small as they cuddled up against their father.

Despite the fact that your eldest and Bakugou always fought, she was a daddy’s girl through and through. Bakugou’s fingers combed through her unruly hair absentmindedly, while his other hand rubbed up and down your son’s back.

Their eyes were glued to the TV as some anime played.

You cleared your throat, all three pairs of eyes flickering to your form.

“Breakfast is ready.” you smiled, watching as your little girl climbed off of Bakugou padding past you towards her seat in the kitchen. Bakugou lifted up your son, easily carrying him into the kitchen and setting him down on his highchair.

“What should we do today?” you mused as you guys began eating, Bakugou was feeding your son, making a disgusted face when he spit the food back out.

“I need new shoes for school mama.” Your daughter said, mouth full of food.

Bakugou made another disgusted face, handing your daughter a napkin.

“Wipe your face brat, and don’t talk with your mouth full.” He lectured.

“Can we go to the park today?” her eyes lit up, ignoring her father completely as she tossed the crumpled-up napkin at his face.

“Don’t throw shit at me! Don’t ignore me either!” he growled, a tick mark appearing on his face once again.

“I’m trying to talk to mama, and you keep interrupting, annoying papa.” she snapped back.

You sighed. “No fighting you two. We should be able to go to the mall today....” you trailed off, trying to remember if there was anything important you had to do today.

“I need more workout shirts, and new training gloves. Damn Deku borrowed mine and never returned them.” Bakugou said gruffly.

“Then I guess we can all go on a trip today.” you smiled. “Let’s finish up and start getting ready.”

****

You almost forgot what it was like to bring the entire family out, it had been too long since the last time you guys did something like this.

Needless to say, you were already exhausted.

It took forever to get everyone out of the house. Bakugou did his best to help get the kids ready but… between the constant fighting with him and your daughter and your son's endless crying about not wanting to go and not wanting to put on pants, and Bakugou’s attempts at intimacy as you got ready... well, you wanted to get this over with already.

“What do you think?” your daughter asked, pointing her toe out, the Uravity themed shoes on full display for you.

“Very pretty, do you want those ones?” you asked.

She nodded excitedly.

“Why do you want round face’s shoes? Why not mine?” Bakugou grumbled, staring down at his daughter accusingly.

“Yours are ugly papa. I don’t like the colors. Uravity is my favorite hero.” She said face blank as she stared at the blonde male.

This was definitely a sight to see, considering that Bakugou had your son perched on his hip and he was glaring down at the small girl who was glaring right back at him.

“Huh? Ground Zero isn’t your favorite hero?” he barked.

“No. Uravity is.”

“Well mama’s favorite hero is Ground Zero.” He smirked, eyes flickering over to you.

“Actually, Red Riot is my favorite hero.” You teased, soft laughter escaping your lips as your husband’s face fell at the mention of his best friend.

“Let’s go over here!” Your daughter said excitedly, the conversation completely abandoned as she took sight of the toy store across from the shoe store you guys were at.

“Hold on. I still have to pay.” you said in amusement, walking over to the cashier.

Bakugou stood next to you, one of his large hands resting on the small of your back. When you had finished paying and began trailing after your excited daughter, he leaned in close.

“You’re getting punished for saying that.” Bakugou growled near your ear.

“Is that a promise?” you challenged, ignoring the blush in your cheeks and the pleasant twist that occurred in the pit of your stomach.

“You can count on it.” he growled, a smirk playing on his lips before he walked off to catch up with your daughter.

You were definitely looking forward to it.

****

You sighed loudly as you sat down on the park bench.

“Here.” Bakugou handed you one of the drinks he got from the vending machine, his eyes never leaving his children that were now playing on the playground equipment.

“Did you have fun today?” you asked, resting your head against his shoulder as he took a seat beside you.

“No.” he snorted, and then his expression changed, his eyes softening completely, his face relaxed. “It’s been a while since we got to spend the day together.”

His large fingers found your own, intertwining together tightly. “Thank you.”

You glanced over at him curiously. “For what?”

You could see a soft blush coating his cheeks. He was embarrassed. It wasn’t anything new though, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was terrible at verbally expressing his feelings.

“You’re a good mother, and a good wife. Thank you for always taking care of the kids… and me.” he grumbled.

Your expression softened, your heart warming completely. It was rare when Bakugou praised you like this, again, he was terrible at expressing his feelings verbally, especially something so gentle and heartfelt like this.

“Of course, Katsu.” you beamed at him.

He scoffed at your expression, but reached for you, cupping the side of your face as he stooped low, pressing his mouth against yours carefully.

You hummed low in your throat; eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. Sweet and gentle, incredibly warm and full of love.

“Ew. You actually let papa do that? That’s disgusting.” You broke free from the kiss and turned to see your daughter staring at you guys in disgust.

You laughed softly at her comment, Bakugou on the other hand…

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching your brother?” he asked, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

“No wonder Deku is the number 1 hero.” Your daughter muttered to herself before turning to walk away.

“What the fuck did you just say you shit?” Bakugou growled, standing up and swooping down, easily throwing your daughter over his shoulders.

She squealed loudly, contagious giggles escaping her lips as Bakugou jogged over to the playground. He scooped up your other child, swinging him around rapidly.

A soft smile twitched at your lips as you watched them.

You loved your little family.

#bnha #bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #pro hero bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bakugo imagine #bakugo fluff #request #Ground Zero

2K notes · View notes

sugamamacustard · 3 years

Text

Let Me Help You (Part. 2)

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Takahiro Hanamaki x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Oh boy, here we go!

Anon: hi!! can we get more of the omega depression drabbles/one shots? i would really like to see mattsun’s version and other characters you can think of!! the more angsty the better ;)p.s. luv your writing <3 also stay healthy, safe, and drink water !!

Anon: Can you make part 2 of let me help you please. if not it’s fine with Mattsun and Makki

Anon: Could you do part 2 for the let me help you with makki and mattsun please if not that’s fine this is also my first time requesting something so i’m kinda nervous💕

(Don’t be nervous at all, you did amazing!)

Anon: Mamas, can I order a continuation of let me help you?? Please?? I need some fluff after that hurt 💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺

(Mamas anon! :DDD)

Anon: omg i love the omega depression!! please continue with the rest of the third years or a pt 2 with oikawa’s !! i love your writing!!

@bohica160: Could we possibly get a part 2 with Oikawa please? 👉 👈 🥺

And I think that was all? You guys just really wanted this, and who am I to deny you?

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: I kinda wanna post some self-indulgent OC stuff on here, but idk. It’s kinda crack-y and stupid. Also, we love to see a healthy relationship. Like Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s are so soft. Also, also, please note Hanamaki’s is heavily based off of my own experience with depression and the events after with my best friend, whom I will love and cherish forever.

Requests: Open!

Part 1: Here!

➵ You drop was actually out of anyone’s control.

➵ Omega drops rely heavily on hormone balances, much like depression, and it seemed like this month just wasn’t your month.

➵It was hard to exactly pin point when it got bad, or when you started experiencing symptoms, as they were slow and not necessarily noticeable.

➵A missed lunch here, a small scent shift there.

➵Small things that neither you nor Takahiro would notice.

➵It was much like a rollercoaster, inching higher and higher until the drop would come.

➵ Honestly, both of you thought you were fine, and since you were around both of your mutual friends (The Seijoh Team) enough no one could really point it out.

➵ It truly was a bad situation all around.

➵ You only really began noticing after a few days of ignoring lunch in a row.

➵ It hit you when you were sitting in the library, stomach clutching with hunger as you scanned through a textbook.

➵ You attempted to get up and go find Takahiro to go get something to eat, but you just...didn’t.

➵ You couldn’t find the energy to stand, much less walk, and just stayed seated

➵ You just couldn’t move.

➵Like a million bags of sand were tied to your hips weighing you to the chair.

➵ You swallowed tightly, rolling your shoulders before stuffing your text book into your bag, trying to breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

➵Deep breaths. Thats what you needed to focus on right now.

➵ But then you couldn’t. You were hyperventilating, and white-knuckling the edge of the table as your vision turned blurry and watery.

➵ The cramping from your hunger combined with the sudden rush of emotions made you want to vomit.

➵ Before you could, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, bolting out of the library.

___

Laughter and chuckles were heavy as Takahiro gave a hearty chuckle at something Matsukawa said, shaking his head before taking a swig from his energy drink. His eyes darted to his phone every now and again, just checking to make sure you didn’t need him.

You would always come first to him.

When his screen lit up with your beaming face shining up at him, he quickly swiped to accept holding it to his ear, watching while the team laughed at Oikawa, who was shielding himself from Iwaizumi.

“Hiro?”

“Shooting star?” His brows furrowed as he slowly began cleaning his stuff, straightening himself up so he could leave as soon as possible if you needed him; which, guessing by your home, you did.

“I-I think something’s wrong.” You paused, making his heart drop. “I don’t know, but I think I need to go to the doctor, but, I know this is a lot so feel free to say no, can you-”

He didn’t let you finish. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up and drive you. Do you need me to call and book an appointment?”

A few of his packmates turned with worried eyes, trying to send a non-verbal question. Well, for most of them. Oikawa was trying to whisper-yell his questions, Iwaizumi trying to shut him up.

“I’m at the front of the school. I’ll just meet you at your car.”

“I’ll be right there, shooting star. Stay safe, okay? I love you, and I’ll see you soon Omega.” Takahiro waited for your reciprocation and own farewell before hanging up, quickly standing and swinging his leg over the bench and grabbing his bag.

“Makki-kun, is Y/N-chan okay?!” Oikawa screeched after him, actively crawling onto Iwaizumi, who looked like he was ready to commit first-degree murder.

Makki threw up a thumbs up behind him, waiting till he was out of the cafeteria before sprinting towards the parking lot.

He hoped, with every inch of his body, he didn’t lie to his captain.

___

“Take your pills.”

“Alpha, they taste horrid-”

“I don’t care, they make you feel better.”

Takahiro watched you carefully, handing you two of the teal and white pills. The alpha was strict on very few things with you, but your health he did not fuck with.

The appointment with your doctor went fine, with minimal blood work done, and you were sent off with a prescription for hormone balancing pills. You and Takahiro (Who was absolutely divine during the entire thing) were explained how the pills worked and why you dropped, all of which was simple enough to understand. Since then, Takahiro was insistent on you taking the pills in front of him.

“Open.” Takahiro demanded, watching as you stuck your tongue out. He moved your head by your chin, checking the very corners of your mouth. “Lift your tongue.”

You did so, showing nothing. He hummed in approval, letting go of your chin before pausing, pulling you close so you could hear his heartbeat.

“Thank you for caring, Hiro.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into your alpha’s neck, taking in his scent.

“Thank you for telling me about this and letting me help you.” He responded, pressing a sweet peck to your temple and reminding himself you were still here in his arms. And would be with him for a long, long time.

➵ Your drop was a mix between miscommunication and little whispers in your ear.

➵ Honestly, there was a reason you were in a pack with minimal other omegas.

➵ They grew catty and mean and vindictive if there was something they didn’t like.

➵It was one of their many flaws and strengths.

➵You yourself had caught yourself bad-mouthing another omega to your alpha every now and again.

➵ Though you hated doing it, at some point it was just second nature.

➵ You and Issei had good communication though, and very rarely did something as silly as jealousy come between you two.

➵ whenever something was bothering you or your alpha you would talk it out.

➵ You both trusted each other completely.

➵ If something felt off about another person, you were quick to mention it to the other.

➵ However, sometimes things got complicated.

➵ Insecurities seeped through your walls that Issei kept strong for you.

➵And sometimes, small little whispers became hurdles and boulders pounding against your defenses and breaking them down.

➵Leaving you open and stumbling.

➵ And sometimes, because of this you forgot that you had back-up, an artillery that would fight for you at the drop of a hat.

➵ And those moments, that ones were you were caught with your tail between your legs and ass in the air waiting to be fucked over, were when you truly crumbled.

➵And though it broke you down and made you hurt, your artillery had your back.

___

“Issei, I was-”

You bit your tongue as you were roughly shoved to the side by Akina Harakashi, the omega throwing herself at your alpha. His face remained unmoved and his arms by his side.

She was his science partner for the semester, and though Issei reassured you she was nothing more, you couldn’t help but internally whine at how she acted with him. It was no secret that she liked him, but since you and Issei kept you relationship on the down low, rumors were bound to pop up.

And though you didn’t let it show, they poked and prodded at you. Make your skin crawl as you ventured deep into your own mindset. Thoughts that would plague your every move and drive your omega into overdrive as they tried fixing whatever you picked on in your own reflection.

You shivered as she looked up to Matsukawa, who was busy focusing on entering his locker combo.

“Mattsunnnn~ I’ve missed you!” Her voice was literal nails on a chalkboard to you.

“I saw you twenty minutes ago.” Matsukawa hissed as his locker popped open. “I haven’t seen you recently though, pretty thing.”

Your omega purred as Issei grabbed his textbook, closing his locker and pushing past Akina. He smirked down at you, intertwining your pinkies in the most discreet way possible before walking you to class.

You glossed over his question when he asked you how lunch went.

___

“Do you think Harakashi and Matsukawa are dating?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me, have you seen how she hangs off of him?”

“I think they’d make such a cute couple!”

“If Matsukawa doesn’t ask her out soon, he’ll loose her.”

You kept your head down and scent blocking collar tight as you slowly crept through the hallway, exit in front of you. Honestly, you didn’t have the energy to continue on with the day, so you were leaving it the midst of lunch, where you could loose yourself in the crowd and disappear.

You wanted nothing more than your alpha, but his last message had your eyes stinging.

‘Harakashi asked me to meet her at lunch, so I won’t be able to see you. Eat something. At this point, I’ll even take junk food. Just get some food. I’ll see you after school.’

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it stung you deeply. This was it. This was the downfall of your and your alpha’s relationship. You were blown off for Akina Harakashi at long last.

The rational part of you wanted to defend Matsukawa, but every time you tried, the insecurities that had been bubbling within you spit towards the rational part of you and your omega, throwing any redeeming thought into the corner to rot.

A part of you was angry. Angry with Matsukawa for letting this happen. Angry with yourself for not speaking up. Angry with your fucking stomach which groaned for food of any sort. Livid with Akina for trying to steal Mattsun.

Angry at the world.

You couldn’t really remember the last time you ate anything besides...air. The days all blurred together in one miserable run.

“What did I say?”

You glanced over at Matsukawa, heart leaping at the jump he gave you appearing out of nowhere, leaning on the wall beside you. You huffed, turning away from him and leaving him to follow after you. He did so, jogging a bit to catch up.

“You said I’d see you after school. This is not after school.” You snapped, growling at the alpha. He raised a brow, either in disbelief at your attitude or amusement.

“Omega. I said eat. This doesn’t look like eating.” His longer legs gave him the chance to cut in front of you, face now set in anger.

“You also said you had to meet with Harakashi. So scurry along to your new play thing.” You shoved past Matsukawa, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes.

“What are you talking about?!” Issei smartened up, grabbing your wrist when you tried leaving him behind yet again, now visibly irritated. Truth be told, he was meeting up with Harakashi to put an end to her insistent clinginess. To put her in her place, beneath you.

She tried confessing to him before he even looked up, coming into the room with her arms outstretched already, yelling about ‘I knew you felt the same’ or something . He dodged her, sneering down at her and snapping at her to leave him alone or he’d go through the semester alone (Which he already talked to the teacher about, but she didn’t need to know about that).

Hanamaki had been his eyes when he wasn’t there, reporting back to Matsukawa with updates on you. His latest? You had been missing from lunch for the better part of the week, and last he saw you were ditching the last half of this day.

Which Matsukawa wasn’t letting happen, because if you went home right now, you wouldn’t come back. And he couldn’t live with himself if he let you drop.

“I was meeting with Harakashi to tell her to piss off. You’re my omega. Why in the hell would I even want someone like her when I already have you? You are mine, and I fought for you. I don’t need a corner worker.”

Any fight you had in you disappeared when you saw the small tears glazing your alphas eyes, making your own break free as you ran into his chest. His arms locked around you, holding as if you would slip away if his grip loosened.

Which you just might’ve. Good thing he wasn’t planning on letting you slip.

“Wanna go get food?”

“...Yea. Can we get nuggets?”

“Anything for my pretty omega.”

➵ Okay this one is super short, and I’m sorry! I just wanted to get this out for you guys!

➵ And I think you guys wanted a follow up of sorts for Oikawa.

➵So here it is!

➵ Things didn’t improve over night.

➵It took awhile, but it was worth it.

➵ In time you and Oikawa reached a nice equilibrium.

➵ He wore his bond mark loud and proud and you made sure to tell him when you were uncomfortable with his fangirls and how close they were getting.

➵ In turn, you learned to slowly let go of any reservations you had on his loyalty.

➵He wouldn’t have marked you if he didn’t want to devote his entire being to you.

➵ This showed up when a girl, who you despised (With no hard feelings, since she hated you just as much) tried confessing to Oikawa.

➵Toru, baby boy, shut her down the minute she opened her mouth.

➵ He didn’t even look her way, instead searching for you and quickly brightening up when he saw you.

➵ If he had a tail it would’ve been wagging.

➵ Things improved and everyone was all the better for it.

➵ And Toru made sure to, not only apologize to Iwaizumi, but gift him a voucher for a free movie for him and his omega (who was having a hard time as well).

➵Things were looking up and you both were sure to keep it that way!

___

“Kentaro, please don’t hurt Kindaichi!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you tried to stop the alphas from snapping on each other.

It wasn’t that Kyoutani didn’t like or respect you, because he did-- you were like a second mom, but Kindaichi just got on every single one of his nerves. And then tried dragging you into it! Like, the audacity of this bitch.

“Kyoutani!” Your alpha’s bark had both the blond and raven pausing, a careful glance making both back down as Oikawa heading towards you guys (Throwing a pile of confession letters into the trash on his way by without even looking; some point they would get the hint if he left the blatantly in the open).

The blond growled lowly, sending you a quick glance before returning to practice. Oikawa let him, turning his glare to the instigator of the whole thing. The onion-headed pup hid behind your smaller frame, making your laugh.

It was almost like that moment when dad’s pulled out their ‘behave or else’ voice. And in a way it was.

“One of these days my pretty dove won’t be there to save you, Kindaichi.”

“I know.”

You and Oikawa sent a look to each before you laughed, moving so Oikawa and Kindaichi could have a ‘man to man’ talk.

The pack was dysfunctional, and you almost let it go.

You were thankful you didn’t and still had this family to come back home too. All thanks to your alpha.

“STOP MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT YOUR OMEGA SHITTY-KAWA.”

“I can’t help it, Iwa- IWA STOP HITTING ME- Y/N HELP-”

You shook your head laughing, jogging to save said alpha.

He was childish and arrogant, and sometimes got too far up his own ass, but he was yours. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

859 notes · View notes

darthkruge · 3 years

Note

Could you do an imagine where Anakin comforts an insecure reader

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Insecurities

Summary: Anakin comes home to find the reader drowning in their own insecurities and does everything he can to make it better.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Heavy talk of insecurities, including the reader feeling insecure about their body, personality, relationship, basically themself in general. A little bit of blood and some injuries but nothing major. Angst to fluff, I’d say?

A/N: Hi anon! First off, I hope you’re okay. Secondly, thank you for requesting! And ofc I’ll write this, comfort fics are my shit! I tried to get this request out as quick as I could and it did take a tiny bit longer than I wanted, but I wanted to do it justice. Also, y’all are beautiful and perfect and I love each and every single person reading this. If anyone ever needs anything, I’m here always. If you wanna talk or vent or just share some of your thoughts, I got you.

(not my gif)

It was just one of those days. You weren’t a stranger to them but, nonetheless, you always felt unprepared when they hit. The feeling where you wanted to crawl out of your own skin, your own mind. Where regardless of what clothes you wore, you hated how you looked. The thoughts were the worst part, telling you lies that felt terrifyingly like truths.

You’re worthless. You’re unlovable. You’re ugly. Everyone else can see it. They all know. No one really wants to spend time with you. You’re annoying. You’re stupid. You’re a bad person.

The thoughts spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until you were lost in your own head. When it came to this, you frequently fell. It was too painful to hold onto your consciousness and fight it, so you let go. The thoughts continued as you curled back up in your bed, in the apartment in Coruscant that you shared with him, the one that normally brought you such comfort, and stared blankly at the wall. Tears streamed down your face and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe them away.

Truly, the worst part was feeling so defeated. You were a strong Jedi and you took your training seriously. You’d fought in countless battles, you should be able to handle one in your mind. You wished you were strong enough to fight against these thoughts. The shame you felt around your insecurities only made you feel more alone. Instead of reaching out on days like this, you just forced yourself into silence.

You were especially afraid to tell Anakin. Your beautiful, perfect, kind, loving boyfriend. He didn’t deserve to deal with you. He had enough on his plate, it wasn’t his job to comfort you because you weren’t strong enough to deal with your own shit. You were scared that once he saw how you viewed yourself, he would come clean and admit to seeing you the same way. I mean, you were so obviously hideous, how could he not see it, too?

Meanwhile, Anakin was finishing up a training session in the Jedi Temple. Normally he’d train with Obi-Wan, but today he wanted to focus on himself. Honestly, he was a bit distracted. Since he had a busy day today and you had the day off, he had to leave before you woke up, which he absolutely hated. He loved being there when you woke up and cooking breakfast for the two of you. You’d been dating for a few months and he was truly shocked that you’d kept him around for this long. You were everything he’d ever wanted.

He realized he was smiling as he thought of you and decided to reach out with the Force to be reminded of your presence. He knew it wasn’t what the Force was supposed to be used for but he honestly couldn’t help it, he missed you. You were a comfort to him and he liked to check and make sure you were alright.

Anakin’s brow furrowed as he searched for you. Normally, you were meditating at this time and he could feel a sense of serenity and contentment around you. Today, however, he was met with pain. Pain, and fear, and hatred, and sadness, and anguish, and loneliness. Anakin braced himself against the wall, stumbling back at the severity of your emotions. Right after, he composed himself and took off in a run, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Anakin yelled, bursting through the door. He was immediately taken aback when he noticed that all the lights were off. Walking quietly, he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom. He went in and felt his heart shatter. There you were, his angel, curled under the blankets, sobbing. He looked around and noticed the mirror in your room smashed. He walked over and gently placed a hand on your back, trying not to startle or upset you more.

You looked up at him and started crying even harder. He pulled you into his arms and noticed how you fell limply into his chest. The fight seemed to have extinguished from your eyes, causing him to hold you even closer. Your arms weakly surrounded his middle as his hands stroked your back and gently combed through your hair.

You felt lost and trapped, the world around you fuzzy and distorted from the tears. Even so, you felt him. You breathed him in, inhaling his comforting scent and feeling his warmth. He helped you ground yourself, the broken wails eventually quieting into soft cries. Anakin didn’t try to shush you, he just whispered reassurances into your hair, let you get it out, and held you. “I’ve got you, love. It’s alright, get it out. I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

You listened to those affirmations as you sagged into him, taking a few more minutes to just lay there. Softly, Anakin pulled you away from him so he could study you. You saw his face contorted with worry and immediately felt guilty. Great, Y/N, now you’ve made him upset. Fuck, he doesn’t deserve this. Why did I have to be so fucking needy?!

Your thoughts were interrupted by him. “What happened, angel?”

“I-” You trailed off, not sure what to say. “I just had a shit day”

You could tell he knew it was more and, feeling vulnerable under his intensely caring gaze, brought your hand to move the hair out of your face.

Quickly, you heard Anakin take a sharp inhale of breath before grabbing your hand. Ouch. You looked down and noticed the cut on the back of your hand. It had mostly dried by now, thankfully, but the pain from punching that mirror earlier was definitely still registering.

He wordlessly went to the bathroom and brought out some gauze and anti-bacterial medicine. When he returned, his eyes drifted to the mirror and you saw him putting the pieces together. He spent a few moments in silence, his expression downcast. He worked quickly, bandaging you up and collecting his thoughts. “Why?” He asked, softly.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore” You whispered, wiping away some residual tears from your eyes.

“Y/N, you’re gorgeous, love. Please, angel, please look at me.” He cupped your face and moved you so you were in his lap, making sure you heard every word. “You are truly the most breathtaking person I’ve ever met. You’re ethereal.”

Anakin’s voice was quiet as he told you these things. Quiet, yet powerful. Almost as if it was the gentle caress of his innermost thoughts. Completely honest and raw, yet too intimate for anyone to hear except you.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry your brain is lying to you. That must be so hard, fighting against your own mind. Baby, you’re brave. You’re so, so brave.”

You were shaking your head, “Ani, no, no I’m not. I’m not brave, I didn’t fight. I let them consume me. I was drowning and I couldn’t breathe until you came in. I couldn’t anchor myself at all, I was so weak” You said, disgusted with yourself.

“Shh, shh, Y/N, listen. You are strong because even though you felt the weight of everything on your shoulders, you didn’t drown. I know you felt like you would, but look! You’re here. You didn’t drown.” He took a second to pause, kissing your forehead lovingly. “Do you want to talk about what brought this on?”

“If I tell you, promise you won’t think differently of me?”

“I promise. Nothing could change how I feel about you.”

You inhaled deeply, hands shaking slightly. Ani took them in his own, steadying them while looking at you deeply. “I’ve been dealing with some shit for a while and I think it all kind of caught up to me today? I hate how I look, Ani. I look in the mirror and I can’t handle it. That’s why I broke it, I just, I couldn’t. And then I was just thinking of how you don’t deserve to deal with someone like me. You shouldn’t have to come home after a day of training and deal with my breakdowns. I know I should have told you I’ve been feeling like this. I just was terrified. I was terrified you’d agree with me. I’m terrified you’ll leave me. I’m terrified you’ll wake up and see how you deserve so much more than the shitty fucking messed up person I am.” You trail off and meet his eyes, tears glistening in both of yours, “Ani, I’m so terrified” You finish, voice wavering.

Anakin rests his forehead against yours, pressing kisses to your hands. He lets his eyes close and tears fall down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe you were in this much pain and he never noticed. You were the love of his life and he felt like he’d failed you if you feel like this.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you. I’m not going anywhere. You are the best person for me, hell, you’re the best person in the entire fucking galaxy. Everyday I wake up and think about how lucky I am to call you mine. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re compassionate. You’re stubborn as hell and I love that about you. You challenge me and you’re a damn good Jedi. You’re strong, stronger than anyone should ever have to be. Your heart inspires me everyday. Simply, you’re good. And I know I said it a bit earlier, but I’m gonna say it again. You are stunning, love. Truly.” Anakin said, pulling away so he could really see you.

“Look at your legs! They’re so pretty, baby. Especially when you jump up and wrap them around me after I get home from a mission? That’s the best feeling in the freaking world! And your stomach! You always let me rest my head on it when I’m tired and I know you think it’s weird but it’s such a good angle because I can lay there and play with your hands. And, baby, your arms!! You give such good hugs and you when wrap them around me?? It makes me feel safe in a world full of chaos. And at night when you use them to curl into me, or when we’re dancing together? Fuck, I just love them.”

Anakin trailed off for a second. He held your face in his palms and you leaned into their warmth. “And you’re face, Y/N. It’s just so perfectly you. When I look into your eyes, I know I’m home. I guess that’s what I’m trying to say. I don’t understand how you can hate your body when it's the body that makes me feel like I’m going to be okay. You make me feel like I’m going to be okay. I’ve always felt so out of control, so lost. But you ground me. Please, come to me if you ever feel like this again? You are not a burden or a messed up person. You’re everything. I’m here for you. I know my words won’t fix anything overnight. Even so, I promise you, I will repeat them everyday until you believe them and, after that, I will continue to remind you until my last breath.”

You hugged him and nuzzled into his chest, overcome with emotion. “I’m trying Ani, I’m really trying. It’s not easy for me to come to people when I feel like that but I promise I’ll try.”

His arms tightened around you and he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “That’s all I could ever ask of you, love. Thank you for being willing to try”

“Thank you, too, for talking me down today. It doesn’t normally get that bad. Some days are worse than others, you know? But you really helped me. I love you more than anything. I love you for loving me when I feel unlovable”

“I will always be here to remind you how deserving you are of love, happiness, and every other positive thing in the universe. I love you, too. I’ve loved you for years, I love you now, and I’ll love you forever”

Anakin hadn’t really let you go since he returned to the apartment. He was naturally a protective person and hated to see you hurting. He was so soft, so comforting. Although vulnerability is always hard, he made it so much easier. You knew he would always validate you, comfort you, and be there without judgement. He was everything you could possibly need and more.

Eventually, your breathing evened out as he rocked you in his arms. Anakin layed you back under the covers and went to pull away to sweep up the broken mirror’s glass. As he attempted to release himself from your arms, you whined and only tightened your grip on him. Anakin smiled and chuckled quietly, laying down and pulling you on top of his chest. You hummed contently and he placed a few more soft kisses onto your hair, your forehead, your shoulders, everywhere. You were his top priority always and he wanted to keep you safe physically, mentally, and emotionally. He could never deny you comfort, especially not in this state. After waiting a few more moments to ensure you were truly at rest, Ani closed his eyes. The glass could always wait until tomorrow...

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker imagines #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin skywalker angst #anakin skywalker x insecure reader #anakin skywalker x gender neutral reader #anakin skywalker x gn!reader #anakin skywalker #anon #requests

383 notes · View notes

quietlyimplode · 3 years

Note

Hi there! :) I have this prompt, but feel free to change it up however you like! Natasha comes back from a mission injured, stands under the shower still fully dressed and cares more about getting the blood out of her clothes than treating her injuries. Thank you so much if you can write something with it, but if not I completely understand.

Hey Anon! Thanks for your prompt, I actually loved writing this one. I hope it’s something along the lines of what you were after. Now a long one shot continued over in Ao3.

Content warnings for thoughts of non con sex (red room prostitution), dissociation; and fairly poor coping mechanisms, red room rememberings. But it’s not all bad when your Natasha has a Clint. (WC 1600)

She stumbles through the door to her room.

She wants Clint.

He’s with Thor and Tony, she heard them laughing as she snuck past.

She sucks back a sob as she looks at the blood on the dress and heads straight for his shower. She doesn’t bother to undress and steps inside. She can clean it in there. She lifts up the flowing tail of the dress and rubs it against the blood stains. Natasha’s breath stutters as she’s pushed into deep flashbacks, unable to stop the onslaught of images assaulting her mind.

It’s happened again.

Fear and adrenaline pumps through her body, and all she can focus on is, the next step, the next door, all the way to the bathroom. She trips on her own feet, grace gone, pain radiating from between her legs and lower back.

She bites back a sob as she pushes on the door to open it, stumbling through the threshold, cringing at the blood she’s smeared on the door.

The midnight blue dress has blood on it. Her blood. She’s supposed to return it to her handlers tomorrow; they don’t trust her with the $3000 commodity. It’s got to be cleaned.

Panic bubbles and she feels the vomit move up her throat. The punishment will be heinous. Her hand shakes as she remembers her fingernails being ripped off. She doesn’t want that to happen again.

Stop. She has to tell herself, and she shakes her hands out.

She can fix this. She can clean it. Her body is not her own. Tonight just confirmed that. Again.

The voice in her head is angry, mean and tells her that she deserves it, whatever happens she deserves it.

The mission has not failed. She completed the orders.

But.

The dress. They’ll be so angry. If she can wash it, if she can dry it, maybe they’ll be none the wiser. She just has to get to the shower.

Her movements are slow, the adrenaline is fading now. She turns on the shower to the hottest it can muster and waits until there’s steam billowing out. Shaking hands paw at the zip, her fine motor skills are shot. She schools her face and presses her lips together, breathing in and out through her nose, she gets herself together and pulls it down.

She cringes as she pulls the dress off her shoulders and down over her hips. Closes her eyes to the bruises that litter her own body, and her missing underwear. She wishes this was not her life. She wishes she was anywhere but here.. She wishes…

Sighing. Natasha picks up the dress and turns the water down. She steps inside and inspects the blood stains on the dress. They mostly reside on the lower half when the sex had got rough and he’d brought out a knife. Shallow cuts, he’d said, pushing her dress up. The knife had played around her stomach and then he’d pulled the dress down to cut under her breasts whilst he’d sat on her hips. Shallow cuts.

She’d left then, left her body and retreated in her mind, gone to a place a mind had conjured long ago. When he’d finished he’d pushed her dress back down, taking the blood with it. He’d held the knife to her neck; forcing her to come back, and smiled as he took her underwear. He’d signed the forms she presented to him; loyalty to the Red Room and supplier of guns. Missions success at the cost of her dignity. A nothing sum to them, shame she knows she shouldn’t feel runs deep. He’d said goodbye and that he’d see her again. She promptly vomited out the front of the building, away from watching eyes, unable to keep it down, and feeling disgust that she’d have to endure this again.

She rubs the dress hard. Watches as red pours down the sink. Smiles as it washes out at her hand. Satisfied she throws the dress on the floor and turns the water up appreciating the burn in all her cuts and sore body. She wants to sterilise herself from the inside out. Pain is a friend that overrides the shame.

Clint smiles. He wonders where Natasha is, she had a quick mission in the Embassy of Morocco and should have been home hours ago. He hums the song in his head and makes his way to his room, he hears the shower running and grins; walking into the bathroom.

He stops still when he sees her, fear dumping it’s ugliness throughout his body. She’s repetitively trying to clean her dress, but it’s a sisyphean task, because the cut on her face drips down onto it and she begins to clean again.

“Nat?”

There’s no answer. He strips his clothes to his underwear and steps in the shower. He sucks in a breath at the cold water streaming. He’d assumed it was hot by how red her skin was. He stands over her, taking the full brunt of the water, clasps his hands over hers and repeats her name and that she’s here with him. It doesn’t seem to help, even touch, not breaking her out of the repetitive task. He’s at a loss of what to do next.

He turns the water off and sits down, pulling her down with him.

She shivers as her dissociative brain snaps her back to the present. She startles feeling his skin against his and pushes away from him. She looks down at her wet dress and whimpers softly. He stands back up and helps her to do the same, her focus on the dress increases, rubbing it, rolling it in her hands even without the water on.

“It’s got to be clean.” She tells him forlornly. He doesn’t understand

“Ok. We can do that.” He says softly.

He points to the zip, and motions for her to unzip it. She follows his cues and steps out of the dress.

He takes it gently from her and puts it into the sink. She stands still with her bra and underwear on, staring at his every movement, as he fills the sink with water and places it inside. She swipes at the blood on her head and he passes her a towel to hold there. She does it without question.

He wraps another towel around her and one around himself, glad the the heater is on.

“Ok. We can leave it now. It will be ok.” He assures.

He has no idea what’s happening,

“They’re going to send me to Psyops. They’re going to take my fingernails.” She says monotonously staring at the dress. “I am a bad girl. I cost them money.” He closes his eyes to her words. How many times he has to tell her that she is not a commodity. Not something to be used; her value is not based on what she can provide.

He recognises that she’s caught somewhere between the past and the present, not rejecting his presence but having no idea of where she currently is. He knows this dissociation when he sees it. He leads her out of the cold bathroom, linking her pinky finger with his. She pulls away and positions herself in the corner of the room, squeezed in with her knees to her chest. Her hand holding the towel to her forehead and the other around her legs, holding herself together.

Clint hates this.

Hates that that’s a safe space for her.

He rummages around for an over sized hoodie, and sweats for her to wear. Places the sweats next to her but the hoodie he squeezes quickly over her head, hoping that his smell permeates into her brain. She doesn’t react, and the thousand yard stare is back. She doesn’t even seem to mind being in wet underwear. He quickly dresses, then pulls the bed covers off the bed and drags them to floor by her side to keep her warm.

Small things. Grabbing a water bottle, and his phone, he settles against the wall.

He contemplates reading out loud to her, but his book is too far away.

He thinks about holding her hand, but she’s hugging her knees.

He decides on waiting. Perhaps the most difficult of tasks.

Two hours he holds the pattern. Scrolling through apps on his phone, and generally entertaining himself. When she starts rocking and hitting her head against the wall. It’s shocks him into touching her and pulling her away from her safe space into his lap. Her overloaded brain no longer able to cope with the disconnect between the past and present.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She repeats.

“You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.” Clint whispers back.

She’s not entirely with it but he’s able to cover her body in blankets, in warmth, spooning her and protecting her body with his.

“Close your eyes.” He says gently, and she follows his order.

“Think of the beach.”

He starts by describing the slow breath of the waves, in and out. The soft crash to the shore.

“Breathe.” He tells her.

And she does.

He describes the sounds of the sea and sand. The smell and sights, as he hears them.

“Breathe.” He whispers in her ear.

And she does.

He thinks she’s listening, and it calms his heart down as her breathing syncs with his. But then she forgets and her body fixes, flashbacks or caught in memories he doesn’t know.

“Breathe.” He reminds her.

And she does.

They stay in the holding pattern, gentle reminders holding her until the morning light dawns.

80 notes · View notes

cafeinthemoon · 3 years

Text

Madara with s/o who works as a maid and is very shy 😳

When anon requested this, I just couldn’t say no because I never get tired of this trope! I absolutely love it! Besides it reminds me of part of the dynamics between Madara and reader in my own fic, The Leaves of Her Garden, so it makes things easier XD

So the idea is that reader is very shy and works as a maid on the Uchiha compound, precisely at the head’s house, and Madara takes a liking to her. How would he act in such situation? Let’s find out!

Fandom: Naruto | Madara Uchiha

Symbols: 💗 | ◻ | ▶▶

(I’m sorry but it HAD to be this gif okay)

Before you were sent to work at the head’s house, you’ve already heard people’s comments about Madara Uchiha

Besides the fact that he was an incomparably skilled shinobi, there was this idea that he was an unusual man

You never paid much attention to this; your opinion was that as the head of an important clan he had the right to maintain his quirks

Things only changed after your first days working as a maid in his house

He was both scary and interesting as a person, just like you were told

And since you were so shy that you always had a hard time talking to strangers, it was incredible that you managed to communicate with such man when necessary

What you didn’t expect was to catch his attentions without doing nothing to deserve them

On his side, it started as mere curiosity

Madara always observed carefully what (and who) he had around him, so he didn’t take long to distinguish you from other servants

You were never seen wandering around, neglecting your tasks, and didn’t have the bad habit of gossiping

To be honest, you were barely seen around any people

You were always occupied with something, and never left your place until your work was done

But sometimes you would stop for a moment to appreciate things around you like the sunlight, the morning breeze touching your face or a bird singing, to which you would smile

Those were the moments when your beauty reached its apex

Everything about you just reinforced this idea of a young and pretty girl who was gentle and had good manners but seemed to have no friends

How was that even possible? He needed to find out

So he started to approach you, and realized you were just shy

The way you reacted to his sudden appearances in the rooms you were working at, or when he crossed your way on the house’s porch was a diversion to him

The way you suppressed your scream when you recognized him, your cheeks as red as his Sharingan,while you did your best to greet him with the appropriate words… all of this was just adorable

“Good morning… Madara-sama”, “Goodnight, Madara-sama”, “Excuse me, Madara-sama, but I have to go back to work”

There was that time when you were carrying a bucket full of water and you almost dropped it when he appeared and greeted you, but he caught it from your hand in time

You tried to grab the bucket back and follow your way, but he wouldn’t let you until you give him a good reason on why you were on a rush early in the morning

“The rooms will not leave their places if you slow down just a little bit, y/n-san”, he advised you with a smirk

The look you gave him after hearing this was something he wouldn’t forget. Didn’t you know he was capable of joking as any other person?

When he started to try and turn these brief greetings into actual conversations, he has already noticed that you were fleeing from him

Which wasn’t exactly a surprise: he was used to terrify people with his mere presence

However, were you in fact afraid of him? Or were you trying to dismiss him without being rude? Or did you think those meetings were inappropriate since you were just a maid, not even a ninja to be considered worthy of his attention?

Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter: he was determined to have you

There was something indescribable in all of this, something irresistible, to think that you were so different, so apart from him and yet you were there, oblivious to the fact that you’ve been occupying his thoughts whenever he let his mind wander… That situation was both funny and ridiculous

He was more skilled, more experienced, stronger than you in all senses

He could use both his privilege and his abilities to do anything he wanted: to isolate you, to make you fall for him, to convince you to let him take you, to kill you or to get rid of you

Still, he couldn’t dream of doing any of these things

You were so pure, so sweet and innocent that the slightest idea of harming you was disgusting to him

Sometimes he would laugh at himself because of this: who would imagine that the person capable of stopping Madara Uchiha wasn’t but a young maid whose mission was to clean the floor of his house?

He even started to reshape your routine in order to get closer to you

One day, when you came to do your daily tasks, part of the work was already done. You found that strange, but didn’t question anything; you just finished the rest and left earlier

This started to happen everyday. Besides it, Madara started to make small favors to you, such as carrying heavy buckets, leaving things organized to make your work easier, etc.

It was also common that you would meet Madara during your “free” time

He seemed to always know where to find you even before you get to the place, and if you were the one who met him first, he would never let you leave without exchanging at least one word with him

During these conversations, he would make questions about your life, the places you would go on your days off, your hobbies, your family and friends

You would do your best to be discreet, but you always found yourself talking more than you wanted or would do with anyone else

It was something in the way he made the questions: Madara had a talent to take all the information he wanted from people

On the other hand, he rarely talked about himself, and whenever you asked something to him, his answers were always brief and never gave room to second questions

Despite your shyness, you started to feel strangely at will to speak your mind to him. It was like he could understand anything you wanted to express, even when you used just a few words

It was hard to explain what was happening between you

As the days passed, Madara no longer talked to you using the -san. Instead, he would call you directly by your name, and sometimes he would just start speaking without calling you first, because you would simply know that he was talking to you

Not only he was working hard to establish a connection with you, but he also started to pay close attention to the other people’s behavior towards you

One day, he casually heard two women talking and one of them mentioned your name, making a slightly spicy comment, something about you being too pretty for your own good

The next day she didn’t show up to work, and when people questioned about this, it was said that she was sent to other part of the compound

There was also an occasion when Madara saw you talking to a young man during lunch time. The man was a friend of your family, which explained your cheerful tone while talking to him

Something in this bothered him in an unexplainable way. You were so different from yourself around that man, so loud! Was he just your friend, or was he something more?

Next time you met this man, you sensed he wasn’t at will in your presence

When you asked if everything was okay, he said that he was just a bit sad because he was leaving that part of the compound to work on another one, far from there

You never found out the entire story, which was: this friend of yours really liked you and was planning to ask you out, but this somehow came to Madara’s knowledge and he ~discretely~ told him that he had other plans for you. The man couldn’t compete with the head of the clan, so he thought it was better for him to leave

Exaggerated? Yes. Dishonest? More or less. Questionable? Totally

But you never knew about this, and Madara intended to leave things like this

Now that his way was free again, he could concentrate in bringing you even closer

Sometimes he used to take walks at the gardens alone

He started to bring you with him, where you would maintain the same type of conversations you already had

During these walks, he would make you impressive yet gentle gestures like throwing a kunai to cut a flower from a high branch and give it to you or using his Katon to create a bonfire if you start to shiver in the cold evening breeze

You would both sit at the grass and talk or just stare at the sunset in silence

These moments felt like a loop in time, and going back to the house was like waking up from a dream

After some time, you couldn’t say you didn’t know the reason behind all of this: Madara has taken a liking to you and was using all he got to win your affection

The truth is that you started to have feelings for him as well

But unlike him, who was allowed to do as he pleased, you were a servant in his house; you two belonged to different worlds, despite being part of the same clan

So you never dared open up about your feelings, no matter how close he got

S you thought that maybe if you didn’t give him any encouragement, he would give up on you soon

Well, that’s not what happened. If you knew him better, you wouldn’t be surprised with this

One night, during a walk, he stopped and openly spoke about his feelings and intentions

You did your best to remain composed while you listened to him, and when your time to speak came, you used all the expected arguments to dissuade him of such madness

Maybe you were too gentle and thus not convincing, or maybe there was no reason to resist, but Madara dismissed all your objections with no difficulties

You were just a maid? You were an Uchiha, that’s what you were. You were not a shinobi? Many women weren’t and they married shinobi men anyway. You weren’t worthy of his love? He was the one who decides what he would love or hate, not you. The elders and his brother would never accept you? Well, they didn’t have to accept anything, since you would be on his bed, not theirs

By now it was clear that nothing you could say was going to change his mind, but you still tried one last time

“I am too shy, too simple, Madara-sama… Someone like me would never look good beside you!”

He smiled as to dismiss this frail attempt of yours, and for the first time tried a physical approaching: he held your hand and made you come closer, passing his arms around you

“I know you’re shy, y/n-san. You don’t need to tell me. But let me tell you that I love your quietness, your shyness, your simplicity. Do you know what I’ve heard people saying about you? That you are too pretty for your own good. And I totally agree” and approaching your ear, “I can’t imagine a place where you would look better than by my side”

You felt a tear rolling through your face after hearing that

So, if nothing would make him give up on you, it wasn’t fair for you to give up on him as well

You accepted his embrace and revealed your thoughts and feelings to him, who listened to every word with all the attention he could

When he spoke again, it was to inform you that you were no longer a maid, but his quiet and beloved fiancee 💞

#naruto request #madara #madara x reader

257 notes · View notes

ray-ray-writings · 3 years

Note

💫 anon came zooming haha

A lil c!Sapnap thing where he essentially takes reader home to meet Skeppy and Bad (since they're his parents I think) and the reader is really nervous about it, but when they get there, Bad and Skeppy ADORE them and fawn over them and then start poking at Sapnap, asking when he's gonna finally make the reader an official part of the family via marriage and he and the reader get all embarrassed and it's just cute fluff

💫 I love you so much. Thank you for this blessing!

Yes! So you and Sapnap have been dating for a while now. Sapnap is always talking about you to his parent, Bad and Skeppy. And finally they’ve had enough of just hearing about you from him, they want to hear about you from yourself and so they ask Sapnap to bring home this person that he’s in love with. Sapnap is so excited for it because he loves you, he loves his parents, it’s his three absolute favorite people meeting and he wants it so bad. The next time he’s with you, he brings up the idea. You really don’t want to accept because it makes you really nervous to think about, but then you see the really hopeful and excited look in Sapnap’s eye and you let out a sigh and you agree. Sapnap would shout in excitement and pull you into a really big hug, press lots of kisses to your face, and promise you that you won’t regret it and you can’t help but become a little excited about it too. When Sapnap goes home that day, he has the biggest grin on his face. He tells his parents that you’ll be coming over for dinner in two days and they are so excited. The next day, Bad literally spends the entire day scrubbing the house to make sure that it is spotless when you come over. Sapnap tries to convince his father that he doesn’t have to do that, that you won’t mind, but Bad simply thrusts a mop in his hands and commands him to go clean the bathroom. Skeppy spends the day pouring through cookbooks and old family recipes, searching for the perfect one to make for you when you come over. He finally finds one he thinks you may like and goes to the bathroom to ask Sapnap what he thinks of it. Sapnap is in the middle of taking a pee when the door flies open and his father strides in with a piece of paper in his hand. “Dad!” Sapnap yells, “Get out!” Skeppy brushes him off and holds up the recipe, “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Do you think Y/N will like this?” Sapnap quickly finishes his pee, flushes, and while he’s washing his hands he looks at the paper. A soft smile graces his face, one his father immediately notices, “Yeah… It’s actually their favorite” And Skeppy can’t help but be filled with pride because not only did he pick out their favorite food, but Sapnap knew that about his s/o off the top of their head. Skeppy gives Sapnap a pat on the back, “Thanks son” The next day is the day. The whole day, Bad and Skeppy are in the kitchen carefully making the dinner, being sure to follow the recipe to a T. The two dads had sent Sapnap out of the house until dinner time. Sapnap grumbled something out about “You forget to add water to ramen noodles one time” before he goes over to your house, where you are freaking out. When Sapnap arrives, your entire closet is strung out on your bed. You’re pacing in front of all of your clothes, searching for the perfect outfit. Sapnap can tell how nervous you are so instead of trying to make some funny joke, he simply helps you pick out your outfit. “Are you sure they’ll like this?” You ask, staring in a mirror as you smoothed the outfit down. Sapnap walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and sets his chin on your shoulder, “Of course they’ll like it. I like it so they’ll like it.” And you can tell that his words just weren’t referring to the clothes on your body. So you let out a soft breath and turn around and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thanks” You two just hang out until it’s time to go to the house for dinner. Your hands are shaking so bad as you approach the house. Before Sapnap opens the door, he stops and turns your body toward him. He grabs both your hands and brings them up to his lips and presses soft kisses to your knuckles, “They’re going to love you baby. Just like I love you.” His reassurance calms you down a bit. You give him a small nod and he gives you one back before he removes one hand from yours to open the door and pull you inside. “Dads! We’re home!” Sapnap calls as he closes the door behind him. Immediately two sets of footsteps rush from the kitchen. Sapnap’s fathers appear in front of you with wide and excited grins on their faces. You let go of Sapnap’s hand and hold it out in front of you, “Hello Mr. and Mr. Halo, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you,” you state nervously, your hand visibly shaking as you hold it out for a handshake. “Oh aren’t you just the cutest thing ever!” Bad exclaims before rushing forward and pulling you into a big warm hug. You’re a little shocked, but you relax into the hug and hug him back. “Alright dear, don’t hog them.” Bad lets you go and throws a playful glare over his shoulder at his husband, “then get over here you little muffin.” Skeppy chuckles as he steps forward and gives you a hug too. It’s shorter than Bad’s, but it’s still nice. “It’s so great to finally meet you kiddo. And please, just call us Bad and Skeppy. There’s no need for all that formality” Skeppy tells you with a grin. You give him a shy smile back and a little nod, “Okay Mr. Ha-- Sorry, Skeppy,” You correct yourself causing Bad to let out a small squeal. “Oh you are just the cutest little muffin. Sapnap why didn’t you bring them home sooner?” Suddenly all of the attention shifted to your boyfriend who was just leaning back and watching the interaction with a big smile. “Oh--” He exclaims, extremely caught off guard. “Well… Um… I don’t know! You never asked!” He exclaims defensively causing the three of you to laugh. “You do that all the time baby, maybe learn to take some responsibility” You tease your boyfriend. Bad and Skeppy pause and you worry you’ve said something wrong. But then laughter rips through their throats and they’re patting you on the back, “Oh my gosh! You got him so good!” Skeppy cackles. Sapnap pouts and walks forward and wraps his arms around you, “That’s not fair babe and you know it.” You only give him a wink and a kiss on his nose. Once the laughter dies down Bad ushers you two into the kitchen and you let out a gasp at the sight. “Is this okay?” Bad asks, gesturing to the meal that the two had spent all day preparing, “Okay? This is perfect, I don’t know if you know but this is actually my favorite dish,” you explain shyly, your eyes scanning the table. Bad and Skeppy exchange a glance before looking back at you, “Well don’t be afraid, sit! Eat!” Sapnap is quick to pull out a chair for you and pushes you in before sitting down himself. Bad and Skeppy exchange another fond look, they’ve taught him so well. The four of you begin to dig in and Bad and Skeppy begin to ask you questions which you answer with ease, your nerves completely gone at this point. At the end of the night, Bad and Skeppy have decided that they love you and they never want you to leave. “So Sapnap,” Skeppy begins after the table had been cleared off, “Yeah Dad?” He responds, looking up from where he was playing with your fingers, “When are you two going to get married”. A sharp gasp comes from both of you as the question passes through Skeppy’s lips so easily. “Yeah, when are you? Y/N here is basically apart of the family already, when are you going to make it official?” Bad backs up his husband. Sapnap is staring at them with wide eyes because even though he’s thought about it, he hasn’t actually talked to anyone about marrying you. But in your eyes, tears prick. Bad and Skeppy think of you as part of the family. Bad and Skeppy approve of you. They want you to marry Sapnap so that it’s official. Bad’s eyes catch on your face and he immediately panics, thinking he’s gone too far. “Oh dear, we didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just-” And a huge smile crosses your face and a sob that sounds like a laugh escapes your lips and you bury your face in Sapnap’s shoulder and just press a kiss to it. Sapnap immediately understands what it is you’re feeling and what you’re trying to say. So he lets out a small laugh and wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. “They’re not upset dad. Quite the opposite. They’re really happy that you like them and think of them as a part of the family.” And again, pride wells up in the two fathers because it’s so amazing that Sapnap can tell that about you, just from a look and a touch. “I love you so much sweetheart” Sapnap murmurs in your ear as he leans down and presses a kiss to the side of your face. Bad and Skeppy stand from the table and walk over to you and squat to your level on your open side. You pull yourself from Sapnap and fling yourself in their arms. “Thank you. That means so much more to me than you’ll ever know” Bad strokes your hair as Skeppy rubs your back. “Of course sweetheart. Welcome to the family”

I want this so bad you guys. I just want to date Sapnap, is that too much to ask for?

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #sapnap #sapnap drabble #sapnap imagine #badboyhalo #skeppy #drabble #ray responds #ray loves sapnap a lot #ray is soft #💫 anon #anon #asks

107 notes · View notes

uwua3 · 3 years

Text

puppy love!

🌸💌 usui masumi

summary: masumi adopts a dog at the end

dedication: kmf anon 💍 — masumi loves you so much!

warnings: enemies to lovers (very light mention), falling, swearing

author’s note: i decided to write this adorable fluffy piece for my friend about masumi & reader volunteering at an animal shelter together~ (꒪ω꒪υ) please enjoy this puppy love ft. a very cute dog who plays matchmaker between you two!

word count: 3,859

music: this side of paradise – coyote theory

let’s make one thing clear: masumi didn’t like dogs

they were too loud, they ran around all the time, and they were way more trouble than they were worth. masumi didn’t like dogs, dogs didn’t like masumi, it was a mutual understanding

so how did masumi end up adopting a dog? well, it involved a park, a dog gone wild, and one veterinarian-to-be at an animal shelter

like every day after school, masumi took the shortest route to the mankai dorms: straight through veludo way’s park during its busiest hour

unfortunately, it was crowded nearly every time his acting sessions were finished. kids played silly childhood games before eventually crying about a boo-boo only a mother’s kiss could fix. teens masumi couldn’t relate to held picnics with their friends to savor the last fleeting memories of their youth. even grown elderly were practicing their afternoon yoga on decade-old mats. overall, every single age group was present right when masumi needed to head home

it was nothing soundproof headphones couldn’t fix with his volume turned up (it was no longer at maximum, he winced at the memory of how loud his music was as a moody teenager) (now, he was a moody young adult, but still)

but, maybe if he didn’t have such high quality headphones, he’d be able to hear a very alarmed voice call out to him and the sound of four paws running

“sir! watch out for—”

masumi quickly was knocked off-balance, his headphones flew off his ears and were replaced by the texture of a wet tongue. gross... masumi cringed as he tried to keep hold of a wriggling, fluffy mess and its wagging tail slapping his face

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry for chocolate!” masumi tried to keep his eyes open as two black eyes and a happy grin greeted him. this... was chocolate?

“chocolate?” masumi murmured, to which the rather large chihuahua barked back a reply as if it understood. a figure blocked the sunlight streaming down upon the duo, a flash of a white coat momentarily distracting him from the constant panting from the dog in his arms

“ah... i’m sorry once again. she’s usually never like this, i promise.” you promised, bending down to reach for chocolate. yet, when you attempted to gather her entire being, you struggled as chocolate seemingly clung to masumi with a whine

masumi couldn’t even complain as he stared at you with wide eyes. who were you and how did he not know you yet? he was so distracted by your presence that he almost forgot there was a dog desperately attempting to lick his face all over

you were about to call for chocolate before you met masumi’s eyes, pausing before a light blush settled across your face. why was he looking at you like that?

“a-are you okay, sir? did you hit your head on the way down?” you waved your hand in front of masumi’s face before he snapped back to reality, blinking as he held out chocolate to you

“no, i’m fine. but... uh, your dog won’t let go of me.”

you held onto chocolate’s stubby legs and pulled. she didn’t even budge as she started growling at the mere threat of being removed from this stranger. you raised both of your hands defensively, trying to appear like you were totally okay with chocolate practically being attached at the hip with a random person in the park

“i... honestly don’t know why she’s doing this. she hates people, well, except me.”

masumi didn’t find that hard to believe. who wouldn’t like you? barely a few minutes into meeting you and he wanted to know everything about you

“she’s not my dog, by the way. i volunteer at the local animal shelter nearby.” when you introduced yourself, masumi barely registered he was suddenly holding your hand and hoisting himself off the ground (it seemed impossible, but chocolate cuddled into him even more)

“are you interested in adoption?” masumi was thinking anything but that

“it’s—” “she.” masumi blinked again, looking back down at chocolate then you. “uh... no but she, she’s... nice?”

you couldn’t help but laugh, successfully prying chocolate off in the meantime as you didn’t have it in you to be upset with his half-assed attempt. “you don’t like dogs, i assume?”

“they don’t usually like me, that’s all.” masumi lied smoothly, forgetting he just had an anti-social dog attack him like they were family. you raised an eyebrow at that obvious fib, but didn’t press anymore after getting a secure hold on the dog’s leash

“of course. well, i’m sorry again for chocolate, mr...?” you trailed off, half paying attention and half struggling to keep the dog from running towards masumi

“it’s masumi, usui masumi.” he said, subconsciously stepping away whenever chocolate lunged towards his ankles. you frowned at this but didn’t mention it, apologizing again before taking your leave

was this it? was this the last time he was going to see you?

masumi watched as chocolate kept looking back at him with her pleading eyes. why did that little dog like him so much? he didn’t even have any food on him...

maybe, dogs weren’t so bad after all... especially if you were there

“wait!” masumi called out this time, jogging up to the bench where you were gathering all the daily necessities when walking a dog. you almost let out a sigh of relief when chocolate became masumi’s issue to handle

masumi didn’t know what exactly made him detour his normal schedule even more, but here he was, taking up every excuse to talk to you. you, with the large chihuahua

“do you need any more volunteers at the shelter?”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you almost let go of chocolate’s leash again! trying to figure out whether this was a revenge prank or not, you couldn’t tell based off masumi’s serious expression

“what? i thought you didn’t like dogs?”

“no. i love animals!”

masumi didn’t love animals, especially dogs

but, of course, an animal shelter always needed more volunteers. after getting a very hesitant reference from you, they didn’t even do a background check on masumi before taking him in. apparently, “corg-key to your heart!” had been understaffed. lucky him!

conveniently you and masumi were scheduled around the same times for training, meaning his impulsive commitment wasn’t a huge waste of time. except, there was one thing

chocolate wouldn’t leave his side ever since his first day of volunteering

it’s like masumi was made of every food possible and chocolate was a hungry person looking for a buffet. it was impossible to separate the two, even when you were there!

(you pretended it didn’t hurt when you were no longer chocolate’s favorite, but it was very obvious)

apparently, ever since you started volunteering years ago, chocolate had already been there. she was practically ancient now and was still looking for her forever home

but she had never grown to like anyone, making it hard for people to adopt her. she only liked you (and now masumi)

so volunteering at veludo way’s animal shelter, “corg-key to your heart”, wasn’t on his to-do list, but here he was. all because of you who he wanted to get to know more

but... that was becoming hard when you were suddenly competing against him for chocolate’s love & devotion

but, not only did he adopt a dog, but he had won the key to your heart as well. all it took was four simple steps!

#1 — clean the cages

masumi had never smelt anything worse in his entire life. walking into the back of an animal shelter made him stumble back from how awful the stench was. you strolled in, apron on, as if it was nothing, greeting the animals by name at the beginning of the day

“what are you doing?” masumi pinched his nose closed, narrowing his eyes at the sudden barking when they sensed there was a new person in the room. you rolled your eyes at how wimpish he was being, ruffling a dog’s fur as you gestured towards the cleaning gear in the back

“these cages won’t clean themselves, you know.” you tossed a sponge and bucket at masumi, who caught it easily, much to your dismay. when he glanced at both of them, you tilted your head as he seemed confused

“have you never scrubbed the floor before?” — “wh-of course i have!” — “doubt.”

masumi pressed himself to the wall as you let all the dogs out, letting them run out into the field so they could get their morning meal time in. he huffed as you laughed, knowing you didn’t warn him on purpose

“get to cleaning or we’ll have to smell this forever.” you didn’t have to tell masumi twice before he started scrubbing, holding his breath for a minute at a time

after making the beds, sweeping, and cleaning up any other messes, you turned around to ask about the floors before seeing masumi nudge chocolate away. she had somehow escaped from her pack to sit by his side, to which he ignored

this was so unfair! you love chocolate! she was your favorite but she was completely ignoring you for someone who didn’t even like dogs!

when masumi looked up, he tried to smile but you looked away, suddenly very annoyed. masumi frowned, glaring at chocolate and her giant eyes

damn it! he was almost going to have a moment with you, but chocolate blew it! why did she keep getting in between you two...

masumi quickly became the only person capable of floor duty since chocolate would trail after him obediently

you mumbled about how masumi didn’t even deserve that love! how could anyone even love him like that anyways?

#2 — dog walks

masumi by no means was inactive. he was the typical athlete; he could throw a ball, run a mile, swim laps, anything under the sun. but, walking multiple dogs at once was a whole different league of its own

no one told him he’d have to make sure ten different leashes didn’t wrap around his legs and cause him to fall over. nor did he think all these dogs had this much strength to drag him over every square inch of the park he frequented on the way home. unfortunately, he was beginning to spend way too much time outside

masumi didn’t know how, but he’s been getting better at remembering everyone’s names. the dogs had their own distinct personalities and appearances, with a coordinating rainbow of leashes

apparently, you found this very amusing. at first, masumi only walked chocolate to get practice in, but he’s unfortunately leveled up to even more dogs. you got back chocolate, but you began to understand why her attention always went back to masumi

even if he wouldn’t admit it, masumi was a natural with dogs. he remembered their favorite treats like it was nothing and had a guiding presence, making even the most hyperactive breeds calm down every now and then. masumi was fast enough to catch any rogue dog and threw every frisbee far enough to catch their breath

masumi figured out you weren’t as annoyed at him when you had chocolate, so he was 100% willing to manhandle hundred-pound dogs to get your satisfaction

even if it meant falling over in the middle of the field when the dogs decided to merry-go-round his legs

when you looked up from your spot underneath the tree, you tried your best to stifle your laughter seeing masumi fall for the second time in this lifetime

when masumi dug himself out of the pile of dogs happy to be with him, he was faced with an open hand and a teasing smile on your face

“having fun down there?” you joked, before masumi took your hand, about to pull himself up before freezing. you wish you weren’t so obvious with how much you stared at him right then and there

both of you caught each other’s gaze, seemingly lost in each other’s eyes before you realized there was one less leash in your possession

“wait... where’s chocolate?!” (after a moment of panic on your end, all masumi had to do was call her name and she ran over. it’s like she planned this whole thing on purpose...)

you two made sure not to touch again to avoid another distraction, even if your shoulders and hands kept brushing on the way back to the shelter. whenever you two exchanged leashes, all you two could remember was the accidental hand hold

walking the dogs with masumi became much more difficult all of a sudden. if you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to look away. masumi didn’t question why you stopped meeting his eye

#3 — welcoming homes

chocolate had been at the “corg-key to your heart!” shelter for the past decade or so

but, you were allowed to take her home every weekend so she could get a break from everything. when it was your daily time with chocolate, you exited the break room only to find masumi already with her

masumi, who was always reluctant to get too close to any of the animals, seemed to throw caution to the wind as he slowly patted chocolate. she laid in his lap, her head propped up on his thigh as she sighed contentedly

you knew you were always jealous of masumi and chocolate’s instant connection but this time, you felt an indescribable amount of feelings seeing your best girl with your favorite co-volunteer (did you just think that? when did that happen?!)

masumi looked up from his seat on the floor, a red hue tinting his cheeks as he looked away, unsure of what to do next. “sorry, seems like she doesn’t want to move.” masumi looked anything but sorry but you let it slide

you sat next to the pair, reaching over to fondly massage chocolate’s ears. she leaned into your touch and your heart practically melted at the sight. you were so consumed by love you didn’t notice masumi’s small smile at your affection

“today’s my day to take her home. though, i don’t know how she’ll react without you.” you laughed, knowing it was going to be hell to separate these two

somehow, someway, masumi and chocolate had become the ultimate duo. after chocolate laying on masumi scrubbing all those floors, the park playtimes (which were the only time she moved more than a few feet ever), and everything in between, they began to become friends

(yes, it was cute. yes, you were still envious. though, this time, you didn’t know of who)

“then you should let me visit tomorrow.” masumi suddenly said, his words rushed as if he didn’t mean to say them. you paused, unable to comprehend the fact masumi wanted to come to your house

“u-uh... why?” you watched as masumi ducked his head, fiddling with chocolate’s collar as if embarrassed. you had never seen him react so physically, you wondered if you were reading too much into things

“chocolate will miss me. plus, i... i want to see you outside of work, too.”

ba-dump! your heart swelled up with love again, this time a very childish and innocent type that came with crushes. did you like masumi? was this okay to feel when you two were technically not even official friends?

“fine. but, make sure to bring something as a gift for chocolate or i’ll kick you out.”

“i’ll bring her favorite treat, promise.”

when you brought chocolate home, you stared at her as she lounged around

“i don’t like him... right?”

even chocolate seemed unconvinced, and she was a dog

masumi somehow knew chocolate’s favorite treat, believe it or not

when he showed up with that premium type of ham, it made you feel some type of way. how much did he know about chocolate? about you? just how perceptive was masumi actually?

“i know we weren’t apart long, but... here, take this.” when masumi gave you a box of your own favorite food as well, you felt everything in your system shut down as you tried to comprehend how he knew this. when you thought about it some more and realized you also knew masumi’s favorites, you blanked

did you two just skip the friends part completely? how did you already know this much about a total stranger?

“t-thank you, come in!” when you invited masumi in, he seemed to fit right in. it didn’t take long before chocolate was all over him, immediately leaping into his arms and ignoring the ham completely (until she came face to face with it, then she couldn’t resist)

you two spent the majority of saturday’s afternoon together, retelling horror stories and all the craziness that came with the week’s volunteer work. unlike before when masumi was disinterested, his eyes lit up as he recounted his encounters with the animals

you leaned forward, eager to see him talk so enthusiastically about a subject you loved. when masumi finished questioning how active the dogs were, he did a double take when he noticed your stare

were you looking at him the same way he looked at you? masumi held in his breath, eyes flickering down to your lips then back up. before you two could move, chocolate barked, demanding more attention from both her closest workers

you two quickly snapped out of it, going back to coddling chocolate and making sure she was taken care of

next, you two decided it was time for her walk. as you held the leash, masumi walked ahead to make sure there were no sticks or stones in her path. chocolate trotted happily, enjoying the views of the quieter parts of veludo way

you two held easy conversation, the words flowing naturally and the tension that came with work faded away. you almost forgot why you were always irritated with one another at the beginning. as you were about to say something, chocolate stopped

you lost your footing and tripped over chocolate, about to crash land before a pair of strong arms caught you. you understood how all those dogs didn’t get away as masumi made sure you were okay, holding you up as you stared up at him

(chocolate sat there satisfied, looking at her two favorites and making sure to hide her smug face)

“be careful next time, i don’t want to see you hurt.” masumi revealed almost in a whisper, his voice soft as you nodded meekly. unlike before, you two didn’t separate in a flustered rush. instead, when you forced yourself off his chest, masumi took your free hand like it was second nature

“i’ll make sure you don’t fall again so don’t let go.”

when you looked down at your conjoined hands, you were certain you had fallen without him noticing

if only you knew masumi had fallen for you the moment chocolate knocked him over

#4 — fundraiser

you and masumi were workers at the animal shelter’s fundraiser of the month. each month, “corg-key to your heart!” promoted their animals to the public in order to raise adoption rates

you two arrived to find yourselves where it all started: the park. at the center of it all were colorful posters advertising the pets and a pristine white booth guaranteed to be stained by grass in a few hours

for the past few weeks, you both have been passing out flyers and posting news on social media to attract potential adopters. not only did that, but the funds would be helpful for the electricity and food bill coming up

turning up to a forming crowd was nothing short of excitement. you both sat down at the booth, clipboards ready and energy buzzing in the air over the possibility of the pets finding their forever homes

as the blue sky passed by and the conversation in veludo way’s park grew, you and masumi worked together to make sure this fundraiser would be better than the last

“come meet our furry friends! you’ll find your best friend here at ‘corg-key to your heart!’” — “you’ll love these dogs and cats! come meet them today!”

although both of you were typically more on the quiet side, you and masumi made sure to attract as much attention as possible for the animals. slowly but surely, people began stepping up and asking questions about the pets

everything was going smoothly. you and masumi went on & on about all the traits about each animal you both have grown to know and love, donations were coming in at a consistent rate, and the staff were managing the excited dogs well. everything was great, until...

“how about this one?” a man had come up to the pair, gesturing towards one of the few dogs who wasn’t receiving that much attention. chocolate pouted in her cage, eagerly looking for someone to play with as she wagged her tail

masumi stopped himself from frowning, instead crossing his arms and forcing his voice to remain neutral. he couldn’t let down the animal shelter like this

“her name is chocolate. she’s a 13-year-old chihuahua who loves food and sleeping more than anything.” after going into a whole spiel about how wonderful chocolate was, the man seemed even more convinced that she was the one

“well, is she up for adoption?” you were about to respond with an enthusiastic ‘yes!’ before masumi shook his head, putting on fake sympathy as he shrugged

“no, she’s not. you just missed her, sorry.”

when the man went away, you dropped your customer service smile and slapped masumi’s arm. “hey!” masumi quickly lowered his tone, looking around to make sure no one was disturbed

“why did you say that?! chocolate has been looking for a home for so long now. she could’ve had an owner!”

“but, i want to be her owner.”

you couldn’t believe it, you were unsure of how to respond. was this real life? did masumi actually just say he wanted to adopt chocolate—

“yes, i am interested in adoption. i know if she went away with him, we’d never see her again. i always want to be with her, i’ll adopt her.”

you threw your arms around him, pulling masumi into a tight hug. a part of you was sad you’d see chocolate off, but now this meant you two would be able to see one another even more! this was the best-case scenario!

“masumi, thank you so much! i’m so happy, i could kiss you right now!”

silence (even if the park was crowded). then, masumi leaned back just like that saturday walk back then

“then, kiss me.”

when you met him halfway, masumi realized maybe he didn’t dislike dogs as much as he thought

you were too loud, you ran around with the dogs all the time, and you were way more trouble than you were worth. but, masumi likes you, you like him, it was a mutual understanding now

dogs weren’t so bad. after all, masumi had to thank a certain dog for making him fall for you at the park

#usui masumi #masumi usui #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! headcanons #act! addict! actors! headcanons #mankai a3!#mankai company #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #masumi x reader #a3! masumi #a3 masumi

108 notes · View notes

mcfreakin-bxtch · 4 years

Note

Hello! I hope you're doing okay over there. Are your requests open? If so, could you do a Din x reader with the reader sketching him (the child and their special moments together) when she thinks he isn't looking, but one day he finds the sketchbook? If they're closed just ignore the request but hold on tight to the wishes of good furtune and health ♥ Stay safe!

I’m hanging in there sweet anon and I hope you’re doing okay too (okay but this is so cute omg).

Warnings: It’s really just two dorks and good ole fluff. Some of this is unedited as well

*Reminder that the forum for my taglist is still up and pinned!

__________________________________________

If he would turn slightly to the left, you’d be able to get the perfect angle you need to finish the sketch.

The helmet reflects the glare of the stars, illuminating a bright shine around the top of the beskar and stinging your eyes just a little when you look up at it. You can’t help but do it anyway. The Child is asleep, a day of actually getting to use those little feet of his wore him out - you love the little one, but you and Din have exhausted yourselves keeping up with finding him his home and protecting him at the same time; this peace and quiet right now is highly overdue.

The pencil glides easily against the paper, connecting every line to another, creating another favorite of yours; the perfect piece of art that’s sitting in front of you, unaware of the stacks of sketches that you’ve drawn silently in the whatever corner you can lurk in. To be honest, with as attentive as he is, you’re surprised he hasn’t caught on to you yet.

You’re so lost in finishing the shades that you don’t notice the Mandalorian turning slightly towards you in his seat. He watches your brows furrow in deep concentration, the light scratching in the air a comfort to him since the months of hearing it. He’s never actually seen any of your drawings, however, and he knows that one day the curiosity will get the better of him and he’ll ask... eventually.

Truth is he’s not all the sure on why he hasn’t asked you yet, despite the growing and gnawing interest with teeth that grows sharper and longer as more time goes on. And it’s not like you’ve ever brought it up, either. It’s been this unspoken thing between the two of you - a dance that’s familiar in any language; of scared love and child-like curiosity that seeps into something deeper.

That’s exactly what he’s afraid of.

It’s in this moment of sensing a pair of eyes on you - the pair of eyes you can’t see, but imagine they must be green, or brown more than anything. For a moment, you’re almost afraid to find out.

With a small intake of air you will your head to tilt up. The visor spins away so quick that it’s almost comical, and you bite your lip to suppress the giggle bubbling in your chest.

“Din,” you call his name teasingly. “Is there something you wanted?”

It’s almost too hard to hide the laughter when his helmet jolts towards you, like he’s surprised that you called him out on it.

“I -” You think you hear a gulp through the statics of the vocoder. “- I was... I was just wondering what you were drawing. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sincerity of his apology, and the fact that he was watching you, which has you wondering if this is a reoccurrence you’ve been blind to this entire time.

“It doesn’t,” you voice croaks. “It’s-it’s nothing really. Just the ship, whatever I see throughout the day.” You sit up, still clutching the book to your chest. “I’m going to check on the kid. Call for me if you need anything.”

When the hell did the air get so thick like this? You feel bad, so bad, and a part of you wants to desperately show him this simple thing that he just wants to look at, but... but he’ll know. One look and he’ll know.

“Okay,” the modulator cracks - you wonder what it’s masking right now, what you can’t hear through the robotic statics. “You can rest too while you’re at it. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”

You nod and awkwardly wave your departure, climbing down on wobbly legs to the hull and the cot the Child is asleep on; you’re relieved to see that he’s still bundled in his blanket, a peaceful expression gracing his features.

It’s here you feel the fatigue settling on your shoulders. The dull beating You sigh and settle inside the small space, careful of your weight and making yourself as comfortable as you can get. With the book and pencil still in hand, you decide to finish the little details of his belt.

***

Mando sighs as thoughts of you plague his mind once more.

That, and the fact that he needs to sleep at least an hour before the landing at the next destination.

He keens his ears for any sings of movements down in the hull, but when he hears nothing he climbs down to ladder in quiet, graceful strokes.

The dim light does absolute injustice to your features in his opinion. It’s the first thing he notices, not the Child is gurgling over your open sketchbook that’s sprawled out on your lap as you sleep.

“Kriff,” he curses under his breath and rushes as quietly as he can towards the bunk. He tries to keep his eyes averted of the drawings, but he can’t help it, especially when the Child pouts and slaps against the page when his hand clasps around it.

It’s... well, it’s him. He’s leaning against the wall of what he can tell is the Razor Crest based off the small details you made sure to put in - he really admires that. Down at his feet is the little one, grinning up at him. Beneath the helmet that’s shielded him from the rest of the world for almost all his life, he smiles back; orange caresses the rough paper, imagining that he can actually feel it through the lead and gloves.

The next page is of a planet he cannot name off the top of his head, but he can’t shake the feeling that it’s of home.

Each page is filled with memories; past and present etched and filled with the kind of skill and warmth that can never be replaced; promises of mystery tied in like a piece of string. Most of them towards the end are of him and the Child. Small moments, mostly, like when he fell asleep with the kid secured to his armored-less chest, and moments when it’s him, sitting in the pilot’s seat or his cape flowing behind him as he walks away to a new bounty or clue to the Child’s powers.

He recognizes them with a deep fondness that makes his head swirl with all types of emotions. Din knows what they mean, but it’s the fear. Yet each drawing - he’s on the one from hours ago - scolds each inch of doubt within him, and in this he finds a type of bravery he’s hasn’t faced much before; it makes it more terrifying to him.

“I like to draw what makes me happy.”

Your voice startles him from his thoughts. He’s never frozen up like this before - at least long ago - but now it feels like your stare alone is the only thing keeping him grounded to this spot. The doe like expression on your face the guilt that started to creep within his chest dissipates.

“I’m sorry,” he says, because he still feels that he needs to apologize. “The kid had it and I... he likes the one where he found that flower.”

You smile widely at that, looking down at the child in question as you sit up. Din silently watches you climb out from the bunk and takes a few steps back to let you lean against the cold interior.

“That’s one of my favorites, too,” you say; proudly, Din thinks. “And the one where you fell asleep in the pilot’s chair... you were so tired that day and I kept trying to get you to rest and let me take over, but you can be so stubborn sometimes, you know that?”

His chuckle radiates the room, and fuck it, it could radiate the entire galaxy. Yours join in with ease, but it quickly dies down, though not awkwardly or uncomfortably; it feels natural among the countless other laughs you’ve shared over the years.

“I um - “ you clear your throat nervously, battling with the endless fluttering of butterflies in your stomach and the shakiness in your voice. “- I guess this is a good time to say that I really like you, Din. And I’ve been drawing these sketches of as many of these moments as I can because they’re so precious to me.” You take a deep breath. “Just like the Child is. Just like you are.”

You finish with a light scoff. It’s quiet, you have to pee, and you hope to the Maker above that this isn’t how your journey with Din ends; you should really open your eyes and at least do something if he’s just going to keep standing there.

“I like you, too.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when those words reach your ears. It feels like your heart just stopped beating, your body frozen, and your thoughts bouncing wildly around like a blaster; that crackled laugh (that you know somehow is soft) brings you back to your body, back to the man standing closer to you know and slowly reaching his hand out.

You glance at it before tracing your eyes over the worn out boots that’s seen better days, the scratched and scraped armor that you have shared more than enough time cleaning and polishing, the signet that the Mandalorian never fails to honor proudly, even in his own quiet ways; and now the helmet, the t-shaped visor that shields him.

In this you find no fear. The weight of his hand in yours settles you and the soft link of his pinky with yours brings a stinging to your eyes.

“I can’t do this alone,” he says. “And I want this to work. The Creed -”

“I know,” you interject quietly. “It’s not always going to be easy. But we got this, just like always, don’t we?”

“At least one of us has to.”

His heart warms when the loudest snort he’s ever heard you make jolts the Child from his sleep, blinking those big eyes wearily as your muffled laugher continues against your fingers. “You should get some sleep now,” you tell him. “I got this one.”

It feels very natural to lean down and pick the Child up and smile at Din with assurance; he feels the air in his lungs draw out of him until he literally starts to feel breathless, and his lips stretch in a smile - it’s small and shy; hopeful.

After he makes sure that the hull is closed off and lays his helmet by the plates of his armor (one of the rare times he actually can), settling onto the unforgiving but familiar cot, he imagines you’ll make a fuss about the scar on his nose with a pencil and book in your hands.

Tags: @talesfromtheguild, @absurdthirst, @chews-erotically, @hiwelcometochillys, @legally-a-bastard, @bluengrayfox, @pascaliprincess, @oloreaa, @thisis-theway, @jaynoellef, @ben-is-a-hoe, @hayley-the-comet, @pascalisthepunkest, @kenedyybrooklin, @garrshep, @paintmekala, @marian, @fit-fierce-gamer, @altersw, @hoodedbirdie

#this was so sweet i can't #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #fanfic #request #pedro pascal #anon #i have a little cold and finished this a little loopy *jazz music plays in the background*#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

187 notes · View notes

tsuumu · 4 years

Text

bokuto and oikawa with an s/o who sings and dances.

hi, anon! thank you so much, i hope your day was just as wonderful! sorry this took a tad longer to write, i’ve been dealing with some health issues but writing this cheered me up a lot. i hope you like it!

bokuto koutarou:

• this came as a huge surprise to him. like: slap-in-the-face-in-a-good-way type of surprise.

• this was by pure accident. bokuto had come over to your apartment to surprise you, since his schedule had meant you two hadn’t spent much time together as of late. since you’ve been together for quite some time, he has his own key. he thought nothing of it, letting himself in quietly.

• what he didn’t expect though, was to hear his seemimgly quiet, timid s/o belting out lyrics in the shower. the sound of your voice mixed with the falling water left him standing there, absolutely stunned.

• he blinked, rubbed his eyes, before pressing his ear to the doorframe. yeah, there’s no mistaking it. that was you.

• bokuto proceeds to barge in on you, still showering, armed to the teeth with questions. you end up screaming even louder than you were singing.

• “you CAN’T just come in unannounced. jesus. i think i saw my life flash before my eyes.”

“well you can’t just hide the fact that you can sing like that! we’re even!”

• so you end up having to explain to your boyfriend -butt-ass naked- that you’d been in theatre since a very young age. he’s listening with literal stars in his eyes, awed by your exceptional ability.

• he will undoubtedly ask you to tell him all of your experiences and things you’ve done throughout your time in theatre. this is vital information that helps him understand you better.

• at-home affairs will consist of him and you singing your hearts out whilst doing things like cooking and cleaning. bokuto is surprisingly not so bad himself, though he’s nowhere near your level. (he laments over this as he wants to be able to hit the notes you can so easily)

• he’d definitely ask you to sing him to sleep because it comforts him greatly, head resting on your chest, curled up with you. i’m not crying

• he’s CONVINCED it’s super romantic to slow dance with you in the middle of your studio apartment at like 2am. that’s not even your area of expertise when it comes to dancing but hey, he holds you like he’s holding the most valueable this in the world, so it’s perfect.

• for some reason, bokuto has made up his mind that you’re that one main girl from ‘black swan’, so his new nickname for you is ‘swan’. you think it’s cute??? you’re not sure, but he loves it.

oikawa tooru:

• this boy is naturally talented at singing and nobody can tell me otherwise.

• you first caught him humming and mumbling a little tune or two whilst he’s running his errands and trust you to know a good singer when you hear one.

• as your time together progresses, he definitely sings to you playfully as a dramatic declaration of love. he’s definitely tried to embarrass you in public by (in his words) romantically serenading you. he’s earned many punches on the arm throughout your relationship.

• you never really talked much about your own musical abilities, until he eggs you to go with him to a karaoke place one day. you’d could hardly refuse with the amount of shameless begging tooru did. so, he drags you by arm with full force.

• he has his own share of fun, singing like crazy and making you laugh until your sides hurt. he didn’t really know what to expect when handing you the microphone. you pick a slow song, much different to his selection. the countdown plays on the screen and it’s like oikawa has entered the gates of heaven (again, his words).

• the seijoh captain is literally dumbfounded???? a small, nervous twist in your stomach arises when you see how genuinely shocked he is, you’re eventually unable to finish the song because you get really shy.

• he lowkey thought he was the talented one in the relationship. shut up, loser

“no! please carry on, oh my god. i don’t know what i’d do if i didn’t hear you sing the end.”

“but tooru—“

“(y/n)...” he pouts.

• god. it’s that pout. the one you can’t refuse. so you do and as you finish, he picks you up and spins you around with a flourish.

“seriously! you’re unreal! what else are you hiding up your sleeve?”

• after you’ve both calmed down, you tell him all about your threatre skills and he’s even more invested. suddenly it’s discovering a whole new world with you.

• oikawa asks begs you politely to teach him. let’s just say he is considerably less naturally talented at dance. his vain attempts to keep up with you make you laugh even harder than before. he doesn’t give up though. he’s determined to beat you.

• tooru tells anybody who will listen about his s/o’s theatric abilities. he’ll tell them again and again because he loves to show off how skilled you are. that’s his baby!

• asks if you guys can sing a duet at your (very non existent) wedding. you’re like ??? but he’s dead set on it. he wants a fairy tale experience.

• also proposes that when you two get into arguments, that you should have a sing-off and whoever wins takes the entire argument. you have to explain to him that that just wouldn’t work for all incidents. he’s genuinely confused as to why not.

• probably mutters that if he was blessed with the ability to dance like you, he could’ve become a famous, japanese idol. sure, baby, sure.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto headcanons #bokuto x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #HAHA THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE #sorry it was so late :((#haikyuu

290 notes · View notes