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honeykngdom · 3 months

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triad effect | pt. 2

Pairing: Yamato Tenzo x fem!reader x Kakashi Hatake

Synposis: Excuse me boyfriend’s best friend, I need you to come underwear shopping and tell me which set he’d find hottest as a gift. Oh, can you also explain what the hell this contraption you’ve put me in is? Wait, what are you doing in here … stop, we shouldn’t do this … alright. Maybe just this once.

CW: lingerie, alcohol use, cheating (i still promise it ends deliciously for reader!) sexting, exhibitionism, dry humping, public orgasm

part one | part three

You woke up Valentine's morning to an empty and cold bed. Much to his dismay, Yamato had two meetings before noon, followed by a short lunch with a few comrades. Even without being able to be home to spend the morning with you, he found a way to make it special. Roses were perfectly placed in a vase on the kitchen table, along with a card that read:

My sweet,

I’m sorry I couldn’t be home this morning - I hate this as much as you do. I’ll be home annoying (and loving) you before you know it.

I love you so much, have a good day!

P.S don’t forget to feed Snoring Beauty

Surprisingly, you didn’t have to wake Kakashi. By the time you retreated from Yamato’ bedroom after your shower, he was already waiting with a stack of pancakes placed in front of his seat, and yours.

A silent gesture.

Later that same evening, from your place secured in the bathroom, you could hear Yamato’s heavy boots as he entered the apartment. After a short pause and what sounded like an agitated grumble, his footsteps retreated, prompting the corners of your mouth to turn upwards in a smile. The snow hadn’t let up since it started the night before, covering the sidewalks and streets all over the village, and he knew you had been up since five this morning anxiously cleaning.

He was off wiping his boots. How thoughtful.

“Sweetness? You here?” Yamato called into the apartment, greeting Kakashi briefly before you heard his feet move into the kitchen. You warmed at the sound of your nickname, simply adoring the way it rolled off his tongue with such ease.

“Bathroom.” You called back, pulling up your lashes with the mascara wand.

You spent the better half of the last hour primping for the evening; your makeup was sprawled across their bathroom counter, and your dress hung with the shower curtain. You jumped a little at the knocks on the bathroom door, which was followed by the knob jiggling.

You pressed yourself to the door hastily. “Don’t come in!”

You were surprised to hear Kakashi groan, his head hitting the door. “I really have to pee.” He complained with a whine.

You rolled your eyes and pushed off the door, flipping the lock to keep him out. “No way, I just got your raunchy ass out of here.” You grimaced, thinking about how unbearable it had been trying to stand in the tiny space and curl your hair after he’d walked in here and dropped a bomb.

After a short pause, there was another tap on the door. This time, Yamato spoke. “I see an opened gift out there. I’m hoping that wasn’t for me?”

You swiped some bronzer on, hoping to bring some colour to your complexion. “No, it was for Kakashi.”

“No gift for me?” He was teasing, but he tried to make himself sound pouty.

You laughed once. “Oh, there’s a gift for you, too. But I figured everyone deserves a little chocolate on Valentine’s Day.” Kakashi announced he had a date for the evening, also, but you knew that his last-minute acceptance to the Anbu’s Date Party had been to appease one of his frequent flyers.

Though you couldn’t see him, you were sure he was smiling. “Always a sweetheart. Are you almost done?”

“Can’t rush perfection.” You reminded him, hands worrying with your hair again.

“If you saw what I saw in the morning, you would know you’re already there.”

Twenty minutes later (after playfully snapping a few photos in your newly purchased lingerie), you were slipping a red bodycon dress over your head and bustier carefully, and then walked into the living room where Yamato and Kakashi stood. They were watching the television, remote in Yamato’s hand, a bottle of beer in the Kakashi’s. In the last seventy-two hours, your poker face had been substantially tested when you were in their presence, but tonight it was no match for the fact that the boys were both wearing dress shirts and ties.

It was official. You had seen everything.

Kakashi was the first to notice you enter the room, knocking his fist against his best friend's chest with his mouth hung just slightly ajar. His warm brown orbs were locked on yours, but only momentarily. Then, they travelled downwards, taking their time to really appreciate all of your well-accentuated curves. There was something about the way his eyes watched you that made you feel sinful and warm.

You brought your eyes to gage Yamato; as always, he was already staring so reverently at you that you found it a little hard to breathe. You could already tell what he was thinking, and you knew that the dress wouldn’t last once you made it home. You would be lucky if it were still held together at the seams come dawn. There was so much devoted passion and love in the intensity of Yamato’s gaze, you felt like you could drown in it.

And then, you wanted to die.

All of this day, this meaning, this celebration of love was for nothing when you had done what you’d done. You swallowed nervously, suddenly wishing Kakashi would excuse himself or look away because his eyes hungrily drinking you in was not helping. At all.

Yamato stood to greet you, setting the remote on the coffee table. “Simply ravishing. I am a lucky, lucky man,” he mused delightfully, walking toward you until you were encircled in his strong arms. His lips gently pressed against yours, and then they travelled across your jaw, past your ear, and then down your neck to your collarbone. You couldn’t help but sigh and relax under his touch.

“You’re wearing a tie,” you replied softly, running your fingers down the material of his arms in awe.

He leaned away and looked down, examining his work. “I sorta hate it, but I figured you’d come out and take my damn breath away, so I figured why … not.” He paused, observing your face carefully. “You hate it, too.”

You shook your head, fixing the tie around his neck. “Not at all. Actually …” taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pushed yourself up to his ear, “I’m considering the idea of staying home.” Your voice dropped with the suggestion, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear.

Yamato smiled and proudly ran his hand down his front. “Tempting offer, sweetness, but we’ve got reservations.” He paused at the door to help you into your coat, fixing your hair before he grabbed hold of his own coat. Smiling appreciatively, you followed him out to the elevator.

Once behind the closed doors, he turned to you with a wicked grin, stepping forward to press you to the mirror. Not too rough, but just enough. You laced your fingers behind his neck, nuzzling your nose just under his earlobe. He smelled incredible. The more you thought about it, the more you thought you really should stay home. Kakashi would have been leaving shortly, anyway. You could put your gift to use sooner and skip the part where you worried about ending up too painfully bloated after eating red meat.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and controlled. “This is going to be a very long, exciting evening. Do you think you can do one thing for me? It would make one of your gifts just a little better.”

One of my gifts? “What’s that?” It came out a little breathless, his lips just barely brushing over yours in a featherlight kiss. You wanted to chase them, but you knew better. He would only keep teasing.

The intensity of his gaze grew with each floor you descended. He placed a hand on either side of your face, tilting it upwards. “Submit.”

The word rang in the space around you. His voice had been clear and direct. There was no mistaking the conviction. When he dropped his hands, taking yours in his to exit into the underground parking garage, you inhaled as much as you could without drawing too much of his attention.

Suddenly, everything was too tight and constricting. The dress, the bustier, even your high-heels.

Within half an hour, you were sitting at the bar of a local restaurant. The place overflowed with guests and staff, but you were fortunate enough to find a couple of empty seats at the bar while you waited for your table to be ready. Looking around at the crowd, you noticed many other patrons wearing varying shades of red, white and black; most of them were accompanied by a partner.

Your phone vibrated in your lap; you turned it over and read the message, curious to know why Kakashi would be messaging you.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.

Your reply was hasty, hoping Yamato would be kept preoccupied with the high flames coming from the gentleman sautéing on the other side of the room.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

Swallowing thickly, you rested it on the table next to your drink. That wasn’t an entire lie. You’d caught a few older gentlemen glancing sideways at you when you walked in, and only moments ago you met eyes with a younger man on his way to the restroom. They had definitely been watching you closely, but you usually didn’t like to pay attention to those kinds of details. You shouldn’t. You had Yamato.

Taking a sip from your straw, you noticed Yamato was frowning. “What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, stomach pitted and hollow.

He seemed torn, deliberating on whether or not he really wanted to answer before he met your gaze, looking almost apologetic. “I wanted tonight to be special. This is kind of lame.” He admitted, glancing around.

“Lame? Sure, we’re a bit underdressed - well, I mean, you’re underdressed. I, however, look like I belong outside on the street corner --”

“You look gorgeous, sweets,” he interrupted, taking one of your hands in both of his reassuringly. The dress had been pushing it, truthfully. He was just too appreciative of it to say so. “I just wanted our first Valentine’s to be remarkable, I guess. Look at all of the people here,” he gestured around at the tables and booths filled with couples. “As fancy as they are, they’re still doing the same thing we are.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” Sitting in the same room as those considered ‘elite’ in the town of Konoha meant that Yamato had been saving for this evening for quite some time. Glancing around the brightly-lit room again, you wondered just how much money he was forking out to afford the evening, and then felt terrible for him spending any of it on you.

Your phone vibrated again under your arm. You turned it over to glance at the message, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?

A woman yelled over the dozens of conversations humming throughout the room. “Yamato?”

The only response you could afford to send Kakashi was one of the suggestive photos you had taken earlier in the bathroom; you were standing facing the mirror, phone strategically covering your face whilst it focused on the attire you wore.

Then, you looked up from my phone to Yamato expectantly, waiting for his signal. He stared back, gnawing on the inside of his cheek for two heartbeats before he stood from his barstool and offered his hand with a beautifully charming smile. “Table for two.”

The hostess led you further into the restaurant, expertly weaving her way between tables with her blonde ponytail swaying back and forth. You stopped near a corner booth, where it curved into a three-fourth circle; it was decorated with an assortment of red roses, a bottle of expensive looking champagne and two tall crystal glasses. It looked like something out of a movie.

“Yamato…” he was smiling proudly, obviously pleased with your reaction. It was a gorgeous sight. And then, with another thought, you realized this was a gorgeous sight created and orchestrated for you. You tried not to let the guilt that slowly ate you alive from the inside out take away from the romantic aspect of the entire gesture.

The two of you sat closely together in the middle of the booth, his arm placed around your shoulders, a hand on your arm. “I’ve preordered everything to save on time, so we’ve got some calamari and spinach dip on the way out.”

You nodded at his choices, lifting one of the glasses of water to your lips. “Sounds good.”

“And garlic bread,” he added, following your actions by taking a sip from his own water.

You looked up at him, no doubt with excitement. “With cheese?”

“And marinara.”

You leaned forward, unable to contain the smile your lips lifted into when you pressed your mouth to his. “You’re a dream, Yamato, you know that?” How he could ever think this was boring and lame was beyond you - you were completely awe-struck.

“I love you.” If you could have, you would have instantly melted. Yamato rested a hand on your thigh, dimpled cheeks reeling you in as he continued, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman quite like you, and you truly are a Gods-given blessing. All of tonight is my gift to you.”

You knew Yamato didn’t practice any religious beliefs daily, weekly, or even monthly, but to hear him say the words so solemnly was surprising, but they resonated so deeply with you, you laced your fingers with his.

“I love you, too.”

You could hardly believe how perfectly the evening was going. Yamato didn’t look like he had the slightest clue about what happened at Victoria’s Secret. Of course, you planned on telling him and felt terrible for putting it off until after Valentine’s Day was over, but you saw no reason to crush his spirit. It was selfish. You fully expected him to hate you entirely after the fact, but decided one more evening to yourself wouldn’t hurt. Just one more night.

After happily chewing the last of his chocolate cheesecake, he settled back into the booth with a defeated and full look as you nibbled on a skillet cookie. You were nearly two bottles deep into your evening; when he turned to you after finishing the last of his glass, he murmured that he would be back. You watched him disappear towards the front of the restaurant, phone in hand as he departed from your private section in the back.

You pulled out your phone, unlocking the unread messages. One from your mother wishing you a safe trip home because of a storm rolling in, and two from Kakashi.

𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢-𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌? 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎? 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖? 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝.

𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

You sighed, biting your lip as you typed a response – to all of his questions.

𝙽𝚘.

His reply was almost immediate. Attached was a photo, and even though you were alone with nothing and no one to possibly see, you partially covered the screen anyway. After a few controlled breaths, eyeing the entrance for Yamato to return, you peeked down between your hands to examine the photo.

A large hand. Unmistakably his large hand, his rings, and his thumb scar gripped tightly around the base of a rather sizable, favourably girthy cock.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝.

You swallowed thickly, throwing all caution to the wind with your response.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

You held your breath, watching the three little dots in the bottom corner pend, then his response came through.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

The words stared back at you. He was asking, honestly asking, and you couldn’t even fathom giving him a reply. Was he being serious?

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐?

You blinked, confused and taken aback by the sudden change of topic. You weren't given any time to respond, noticing Yamato returning from the front of the restaurant. You slipped the phone away and leaned back in the booth, smiling as he approached.

“Waving the white flag?” He questioned, gesturing to the half-eaten and picked apart dessert with a knowing smile. “I hope you’re not too full for the next part of our evening.”

You lifted a brow, curiosity pulling you from your seat and to his side. The two of you left the building into the bitter February winter; you folded your arms across your chest to keep the cold at bay while you waited for the car to be brought around. He hadn’t given much detail as to where you were heading next, though he seemed entirely at ease which certainly helped calm your own nerves.

The ride was short. You reached your destination sooner than you anticipated, and you had barely thawed your toes by the time the car was parked again. You glanced out at the sign, a small shiver trailing down your spine as you recognized the letters. “What are we doing here?”

“Get your ass outta the car, and I’ll show you.” Yamato was holding the door open expectantly, hand stretched out for yours, but his words were playful and light. You slipped your fingers with his, abandoning your coat in the car to follow him towards the large red front door with your arms clad and bare.

Devon, an administrator from the Academy that you recognized, stood at the door with his arms folded across his chest. His muscles stretched the sleeves of his red shirt, the bold white letters reading SECURITY were stamped to the back. There wasn’t a lineup anymore, it was far too late into the evening for anybody to be standing outside for longer than ten minutes at a time, meaning you were in and past coat-check quicker than any other night you’d come.

You had been to Beta a handful of times with the guys, and surprisingly enough, it had been the place you first started talking to Yamato. It was underground, and a little dingy, but the number one hangout in Konoha. Off to the right was the slightly elevated dancefloor and DJ booth. There was a backdrop for group photos to commemorate your night should you wish, but the majority of patrons that stood in the booth corner were older and considered regulars. Parallel to that was the front bar, where you spent the least amount of time. It was always far too rowdy, and if you didn’t bring someone with you, you could spend an entire night standing there waiting to be served.

Then, there was the only reason why you and Yamato bothered to come at all. The pool tables were lined up in a row, flanked with circular tables and stools a little further back in the corner for a more intimate setting.

It was a little slice of heaven in your very own personal hell. Konoha was rumored to be so small, you could drive straight through the village in under fifteen minutes if you were lucky with the traffic lights.

So, it was no surprise to you that when you weaved your way through the crowd to your regular table in the back, Kakashi preoccupied one of the stools. His tie was loosened around his neck, hair falling into his face as he absently watched the dancefloor and sipped on a beer.

You thought about the photos sitting in your messages, thought about what happened in the change room. For the second time that evening, your outfit felt too tight and you felt slightly nauseous. You glanced sideways at Yamato, brow lifting in question. His smile didn’t serve as much of an answer, and when the two of you neared the table, you found that there were already shots and drinks waiting for your arrival.

“Did you plan this?” You asked over the music, leaning into his ear as you took your stools next to his roommate.

Yamato’ grin widened, handing you one of the three golden liquors that had been poured into a shot glass. “It was a last minute change of plans. Kakashi bailed on the date party.”

“Did he?” You looked over to where the other sat, a tattoo half-hidden behind his ruined collar, beckoning to you like a crooked finger. Under the flashing lights, it reminded you of that first night, and you remember how close you had come to going home with Kakashi instead. You weren't sure what kind of game he was playing, but you never thought he would have pulled something like this. “Not sure why you agreed to go in the first place.”

“Self-deprecation.” He replied with a shrug.

You screwed your face into a grimace, clinking your shot with Yamato’ before throwing your heads back and swallowing in unison. “Twisted sense of humour.” You managed to breathe out once the trail of burning liquid was relieved with the chase of cheap beer.

“Just a minor mishap, dude,” Yamato slapped his friend on the back encouragingly, offering him a sympathetic smile, “no worries. We’ll get you a new doe with long legs, ain’t that right, sweetness?”

You swallowed the liquid in your mouth, narrowing your eyes across the table. Kakashi only looked slightly amused, pushing another small glass filled with the amber liquid towards you. “‘Course she will.”

Feeling your eyes settle into a glare, you took the shot between your fingers and threw it back quickly. This time, the burning sat in your stomach. Your arms and legs felt a little warmer, but that could have been from the humidity in the club. Now you were really confused. What was his plan? Did he really have Yamato bring you to Beta to have you play wingmen for a night? And it had to be this night?

Your phone vibrated; you looked down at the screen.

𝙸𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍.

You replied hastily, not even caring for the looks they both served when you slammed the device back onto the table top. Hopefully, that would keep Kakashi and his suggestive comments to himself.

After another two rounds of tequila, you were four (or was it five?) shots and three drinks deep; you stood from the table, fixing your dress around the waist and rear while Yamato held out his arm, strictly for precautionary measures. You had full intentions of making your way to the dancefloor, heavy bass of the music blaring from the speakers that hung in every corner calling your name. In need of a distraction, you drape your arms around Yamato’ shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck, slowly working your way to his ear.

“What’re you doing, sweets?” He asked quietly, only enough so that you could hear.

“Dance with me.” You hadn’t meant for it to come out in a whine, but he seemed alright with the tone you had taken on. You hugged yourself closer to him; now you were face to face, and his hands rested on your ass, kneading it between his palms. His brown eyes were difficult to read in the dim light, but it wasn’t too difficult to see that the alcohol was doing its job.

Yamato’s mouth twitched in amusement as he leaned forward, sealing his lips over yours. You carded your fingers through the short hair at the back of his head, sighing at the first taste of his tongue. There was a grumble behind you, sounding close to a ‘be right back’; you assumed Kakashi didn’t want to spend any more of his time watching his friend suck face with you.

Feeling slightly victorious, you pulled back far enough to tilt your head towards the dancefloor. Yamato blinked twice, standing from his stool as your feet carried you towards the sea of moving bodies, a mixture of long legs and swaying hips. This was territory you were familiar with. You spent many nights indulging your cravings for cheap beer and loud music, preferring Beta’s dancefloor with next to no cares in the world.

Yamato placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him again, your hips fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. You had numerous nights of practice, your movements falling into step. Hell, this is exactly where you met, and how you met. It wasn’t unlike any other night, and it still gave you a pleasant fluttering in your core. With your ass pressed against him, and his hands happily running along your body, it was almost as if the last seventy-two hours hadn’t existed.

In this bubble you created, this false picture you were feeding your inebriated mind, you didn’t think you were a sorry excuse for a girlfriend. It was Valentine’s, and you were wearing a beautiful set of lingerie whilst dancing against one of the hottest (understatement of the century) guys in Konoha.

The rhythm switched to something you recognized, filling the spaces between grinding bodies with a familiar deep voice. This song you knew well, it had become part of your showering playlist. From over the crowd, you could see where Kakashi stood; he held his drink in one hand and had his arm wrapped around some pretty girl's shoulders. She was tall, blonde, and was wearing what you could only assume was a shirt that she forced into a dress.

Stupid vulture.

Your hips moved with the new tempo, words tumbling past your lips as you sang along, eyes slipping shut to focus on the feeling of the travelling hands that wandered the canvas of your body, pushing all of the outrageous jealousy from your bleary mind.

Yamato took your hand, twirling you so that you were facing him. With a playful smile, you lifted your arms to slide around his neck, holding yourself close to him. In the midst of all the sweat, his cologne was still delicious and heavenly. With a thin sheen coating his neck, he hummed knowingly and tilted his head back as your tongue ached to taste. You ran it up from his collar to his ear, tugging playfully on his lobe before you pulled back to smile innocently. He touched his forehead to yours, lips twisted with his own wicked grin, chasing after you for a chaste kiss, once, twice, three times -

A second set of hands found purchase on your hips. They were larger, yet somehow still familiar. And then you could smell it. Thick and heavy. So different from Yamato. The kind of scent girls turned their heads for, the only kind men wore in this type of atmosphere.

Or, more specifically, the only kind Kakashi wore when you spend your nights here.

The hands, they kept you in place, their fingers bruising your flesh as you became sandwiched between two bodies. Both equally hard and warm, it was difficult not to moan audibly. Yamato brought his lips to your ear, clearly amused with my surprise and confusion.

“Do you remember what I said earlier, sweetness?”

Submit.

The word repeated like a deafening echo, louder than the music blaring from the speakers, and despite all of the parts of your body screaming otherwise, you took a deep breath in an attempt to give him just what he asked for. You knew you could trust him, and so you did just that, as difficult as it was proving to be.

Thankful for your willingness, Yamato found his way into the crook of your neck, teeth appreciatively nipping the skin. The second set of hips continued as he then took a step away from us, leaving you in the capable hands of Kakashi. Turning on your heels to face him, you were pulled closer immediately, eliminating any space that could have existed between your bodies. His eyes were dark and swimming from the tequila, mouth taunt with a smirk.

But still, he watched you with wonderment.

Moving your hips with his, you placed your palms flat against his chest, slowly easing them upwards until they were resting comfortably around his neck; you let your fingers play with the hair at the nape, amazed that it felt as soft as it did.

Friction between your thighs was making your palms sweat profusely. You couldn’t tell if Kakashi was aware that the way his leg had wedged between yours was downright sinful, and anybody that was paying close enough attention would have definitely known that you were, essentially, grinding against it shamelessly on the middle of the dance floor.

The tempo building in the beat meant your bodies moved faster to match, and the closer you felt yourself crawling to that edge, the less you cared about somebody watching. Everyone could have been watching, and you were sure you wouldn’t have given a shit. Heat pooled in your lower abdomen, and desperate to finish what had started, you locked your arms in their position, practically burying your face into his neck. You could hear Kakashi’s quiet chuckle, the sound igniting sometime deep inside you.

“Atta girl,” he purred, encouraging your movements with his bruising grip.

It was as though his words were the final push; with an incredible amount of restraint, you hid your face against his slick skin, lips falling open with an elicit moan that could (hopefully) only be heard by the two of you.

Two things were certain:

You had never done this before, most certainly not in a club, and;

No one had ever been able to make you cum that quickly. Ever.

And then you felt Yamato return, his warmth pressing against your back and keeping your body in place as his hands replaced Kakashi’s. You were thankful that he was a little more gentle. Song after song, the three of you remained in this position; sometimes, Yamato would pull your hair to the side and sink his teeth into your skin, adding to the neverending marks that collected there.

Midnight had come and gone, and as bodies shuffled towards the bar for the last call, you were stumbling from the dancefloor back to your unattended table. More amber liquid poured, two more shots, another couple drinks, and several stolen kisses in a dark corner later, mostly-sober Yamato led you towards his vehicle, whilst drunk you pulled an equally drunk Kakashi along by his belt loops.

The two of you spent five minutes bickering back and forth in the cold, trying to decide who would sit shotgun on the ride home. Once it had settled, and you were safely inside the vehicle, Yamato blasted the heat from the vents and handed you the jacket from the front seat; then, once ensuring you were buckled in, he spun onto the street.

Another reason why you had fallen in love with Yamato: he drove fast. You would be lying if you said you weren't completely obsessed with his car. With the engine revving, increasing in speed as he zipped through the late-night traffic expertly, you could almost pretend as though it was something from a movie. You sat in the middle seat in the back, watching the signs from downtown flash by, knowing that you were only anxious to get home and continue what had been started.

As though he could read your mind, Yamato looked up at you in the rearview mirror and grinned, ear to ear.

#kakashi hatake #yamato tenzo #kakashi smut #kakashi x reader #yamato x reader #kakashi sensei #hatake kakashi #team 7 #cw suggestive #cw alcohol #cw dry humping #cw cheating #cw sexting #mdni #18+ content #* mine #series: triad effect

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sangre · 5 months

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OCS + Associations

tagged by my beloved @raphaelsboudoir thank you!

tagging: @the-lovely-lady-luck @reides @fluffy-snow-fox @interstices @kirkewrites @gerrykecy @killdragons @critrolesketch @cass1x1 @paleolithik @devilatelier @shapeknight @jabbakiller

going to complete this for my 3 active dnd characters, serisínthe, miré, and varin. to iron things out/illustrate their differences in my head in a fun way. these looked fun so please enjoy & i look forward to seeing any you guys do! :flushed:

Animal

Serisínthe: white tailed deer. antlers and eyes caught in headlights. frail/delicate/in death, a dressed up carcass Miré: portland sheep. huge curling horns, fluffy in every sense. social, curious, exploratory Varin: cottonmouth river snake! uhh you know serpents. coiled up and all. odd eyes. not typically aggressive unless provoked

Colors

Serisínthe: valentine's day palette... off-white, deep red pink Miré: foresty pale green, soft brown and lavender Varin: light charcoal, luminous blues and indigo purples

Month

Serisínthe: february! the shortest and least predictable month. it's got holiday chocolates in there. everything ends too soon but it's so cherished you know Miré: may! just after the showers of april, the grounds and grasses are wet against your boots and you're just kind of looking forward with the brisk air Varin: november. something weird and dreamlike about the crest before the end of the year, it's cold and kind of scary because something's almost over, but it's starting again.

Songs

Serisínthe: dying star – ashnikko, ethel cain I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks Miré: renee – sales All day long we looked to fall, looking into the sun and found a way to get along Varin: destroyer – ruby haunt Sweetheart, come undone, I'm handing you the dagger

Number

Serisínthe: 3 i think. Miré: 12 <- months in a year/cylical Varin: 8 <- haha ouroboros shape. 7 8 9 joke

Plants

Serisínthe: to say something other than a rose, pinkish red snapdragons. Miré: false deathcap mushroom! Varin: candle larkspur / guardian blue delphinium :)

Smells

Serisínthe: rosewater, white peach, coffee Miré: nutmeg, PETRICHOR, eucalyptus Varin: lychee, being near fresh rushing water, sandalwood

Gemstones

Serisínthe: moonstone... rose quartz, bixbite Miré: moss agate, rainbow fluorite Varin: chrysocolla!!! boulder opal

Time of Day

Serisínthe: the night sky, illuminated perfectly by stars. maybe like midnight Miré: early morning, like 7am, when you can't really see the sun but the sky is like white-blue, you can still smell the dew on the earth. Varin: like the very end of sunset, at like 6pm? right when the sky is like HEAVILY gradient with different colors dipping into each other.

Season

Serisínthe: autumn :3 the leaves are changing baby Miré: SPRINGGGGGGGGGG ITS SPRINGGGGG Varin: i feel like fall is a different answer than autumn so take that as you will.

Places

Serisínthe: behind the red curtains of a stage, in a dressing room doing his hair and putting paint on his lips, somewhere in a pile of his dearest friends, embraced. Miré: the floor of the detyrwood, in its deepest corners of lush green and whispering wingbeats. in the canopy of the trees or under the open sky, camping in an open field of wildflowers. Varin: in an abandoned apartment behind dilapidated wooden planks covered in ash, by the river's edge, hands washing off in the water. with his back to a wall covered and i do mean COVERED in bones, by stone pillars, eerie sterility and marble.

Foods

Serisínthe: i can't tell if this is asking what she would eat or what i associate her with. i think both? i'll try both. SO, STRONG flavors! like very spicy meats or coffee flavored deserts. seri can't taste very well so it's got to be intense. Miré: anything and everything but a forager at heart. nuts, berries, mushies, herbs, the best broth you've ever had in your life. like short ribs or something Varin: odds and ends, sort of scavenging. tough foods, dry things, cured meats. plain pastas, probably a huge noodle guy. might actually be obsessed with different shapes of noodles

Drinks

Serisínthe: peach daiquiri or a dessert wine with like notes of peach or berry Miré: ginger beer and lime, woodsy beers like a light/dry malt OR a sweet mead Varin: this weird cocktail called aviation, with gin, maraschino liqueur, creme de violette and lemon juice

Element

Serisínthe: air Miré: earth Varin: water

Seasoning

Serisínthe: garlic powder… cinnamon! CAYENNE Miré: basil. bay leaves.. cumin! Varin: ground ginger… nutmeg? smoked paprika?

Sky

Serisínthe: moonlit Miré: dawn Varin: sunset

Weather

Serisínthe: clear :3 maybe snowy Miré: rainnyyy!!! rainy rainy Varin: FOGGY!!!! SILENT HILL FOG

Magical Powers

Serisínthe: yeah she got those (cleric of song) Miré: it's a yes from he (spores druid, can reanimate) Varin: you bet at least 1 (don't look at me but he's out there)

Weapons

Serisínthe: a rose crystal casting focus scythe Miré: her big vine-covered staff Varin: a fucked up willowy axe like this where the hilt already lends itself to swinging with its curve

Candy

Serisínthe: rich dark chocolates, caramels, cherry chocolates, java sweets Miré: anything gummy. Gummies. The gummyies. sweet gummy bear Varin: peanut brittles, toffees, crunchy sweets or sours

Methods of Long-Distance Travel

Serisínthe: i just feel like if flight were feasible... an airship would be so cool for him Miré: HOOF IT!!!!! that said they're also capable of moving through trees within a certain distance of each other. Varin: (charon voice) get in the gondola. UM but yeah i don't know. train rides where you don't know where you're headed? (inception voice) how can it not matter where the train will take you!?!??!

Fear

Serisínthe: to be unable to help abate the suffering of his loved ones. Miré: to lose her home or endanger it inadvertently somehow. Varin: to die a tool and nothing more.

Mythological Creature

Serisínthe: maybe a fawn? a satyr? lol Miré: the golden fleece!!!! some kind of marsh forest fey sprite Varin: a sea serpent like you know just don't mind me and my yugioh card that i just dropped here okay

Piece of Stationary

Serisínthe: VERY thin delicate paper. sheet music paper with writing in the margins Miré: cute post it notes for reminders ;v; with little flower and mushroom decorations Varin: something that looks like watercolors were spilled on it. maybe a clean plain envelope with a wax seal

Three Emojis

Serisínthe: 🥀🌙🎭 Miré: 🍄🐏☘️ Varin: 🐍🧪🪓 i would use the pawn emoji but it doesn't show up right so axe i suppose

Celestial Body

Serisínthe: la luna. she did marry a bloodmoon once Miré: a constellation or a comet? something telling a story Varin: neptune! or maybe a black hole LMFAO

#serisínthe #miré #varin #oc posting. yahoo

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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May I please request the letters D, M, R, and V from your Valentine’s Alphabet for Kensei? 😍

Now you know you can and you already know what I'm about to say😂

dividers by @/benkeibear and @/todorosie. blank blogs you will be blocked on sight, as well.

❥⋱D - Dick: he’s gonna give you that Valentine’s Day D! What’s it like? (His dick, that is)

FAT DICK ALERT 🗣FAT DICK ALERT ‼️

Not only is it thick, it’s long, too. A good ten inches, even.

It’s a darker tan color, a few shades darker than his natural skin tone, with multiple dark veins running along the shaft, which protrudes from a thick bush of gray-white hair (GRANDPA PUBES.)

The tip flushes almost purple when he’s horny, and his balls are huge, too, covered with prickles of white hair.

When you first tried to suck him off…he had to help you, because you couldn’t even get the tip past your lips without a painful stretch.

❥⋱M - Marry: How does he feel about marriage?

Kensei loves the idea of getting married to you.

You're his best friend and biggest supporter; you've both been through some trying times together.

When he proposes, all of the Visoreds and Squad 9 are in attendance.

Shinji, Love, and Rose all begin to argue about who’s going to be the best man, which leads to Shinji and Love getting into a fist fight that Kensei and Rose have to break up.

Shuuhei inevitably ends up being the best man with Mashiro as the maid of honor.

❥⋱R - Rose Petals: Is that his style, or nah? What color? How else would he decorate you guys’ special room?

At his core, Kensei is a very sweet and romantic man.

He chooses lavender-colored rose petals to make a trail leading into the bathroom where he has a bath already prepared for the both of you.

Tall glass vases of orange long-stemmed roses decorate the nightstands on either side of your bed. Strings of crystals hang from some of the roses.

The bed is covered in cream-colored satin sheets with a literal silver platter set out with cups of sake and a meal he prepared himself.

At the end of the night (after multiple rounds of hot, steamy sex) he’ll play you a song on the guitar that he stole borrowed from Shuuhei.

❥⋱V - Virginity: How was your first time with him? (Even if you didn’t lose it to him)

Now, he wasn’t your first, but you were his.

Kensei had plenty of opportunities to be with a woman (just look at him), but as soon as he dropped his pants they were running for the hills. Not you, though!

He went through a dry spell for a long time and even began experiencing a bit of body dysmorphia because he felt like something was wrong with him and that he’d never get to experience sexual intimacy with a woman due to his large size.

When you first got together and he admitted this to you, you could feel your heart snap in two.

Throughout the beginning of your relationship, you worked with him through these struggles and ensured him that you loved him and appreciated every part of him, even the ones that he didn’t necessarily like.

Kensei only fell deeper in love with you due to this, and one night, he made it up in his mind that he wanted to give you all of him - mentally, physically, spiritually, and sexually.

Once the sex got started, you could still only take about ⅓ of his dick, but he went slow, stretching you open as he held both of your hands in his much larger ones while fucking you in the missionary position.

You felt so good to him, so warm and tight, that he only lasted a few minutes the first time due to this sensation being completely new to him.

After that first night, you gradually got used to him and can now handle his large size with more ease, but sometimes you still have to use lube or he has to eat you out really well first.

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valentine a-z ©bleach-your-panties 2024. do not steal, repost, or upload my shit to tiktok! reblogs always welcome. comments appreciated.

#kensei muguruma #kensei x reader #kensei smut #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei muguruma smut #kensei x female reader #kensei muguruma x female reader #bleach x reader #bleach smut #valentine a-z #valentine's day #valentine event #💗💗🍡°bleach headcanons #💗💗🍡°bleach masterlist #byp🌹

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seospicybin · 1 year

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BLOOM PREVIEW.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Valentine's day is just another day for you until a stranger gives you a flower and makes it special for you.

Preview under the cut!

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Everyone knows that Felix is such a sweetheart.

On valentine's day, he bought a dozen of roses for him to share with anyone, from the barista who made his morning latte, to the serving lunch lady at the cafeteria, to his favorite dance instructor, to any random person he met for the sake of making people smiles.

To put it simply, he has a lot of love in him and he wants to share it with everyone.

However, his big heart only makes it hard for people to try to flip it.

He's popular at his dance school and it's no mystery why most of the students have a crush on him, then again, no one has ever captivated him in a way that makes his heart moves at least a millimeter.

What's the use of being popular when he doesn't have anyone to share this special day with?

So he stays in the studio a little longer to practice his dance routine until he remembers that he has a family dinner to attend.

He rushes to the bus stop and squeezes himself into a packed bus. His family would be fine if he's a few minutes late but Felix doesn't want to be a nuisance, he's just too good of a person.

Still, he compose a text just in case he couldn't make it in time.

Someone walks past him to make their way to the exit of the bus, Felix almost stumbles when the bus stops. He moves to the side to make some space for everyone.

That's when he sees you, looking out of the window so lost in your thoughts. It's like you're living in your own time and space from the rest of the world.

And it's beautiful, this scene, the wind slipping through your hair, your tender gaze, you.

For a moment, he feels like time stands still and all he sees is you.

His curious hand reaches for you to make sure that you're real, not just fragments of his imagination.

He suddenly feels bad for intruding on your space but you're looking up at him, wide-eyed and a bit defensive.

He hurriedly thinks of something to say, a small talk, an excuse, anything!

"Do you know what time is it?"

He feels like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question, he's literally holding his phone in his hand and can easily check time himself.

"It's 6.13 pm," you answer after checking the time on your phone.

He's lucky that you don't see the phone he's holding and that he still has one rose left in his backpack, he can only hope it's still proper enough to be given to you despite the rose having been in his backpack for hours.

"Is it for me?" You ask, nonplussed.

He nods because his mouth suddenly got dry and he's unable to speak.

A smile rises on your face as you stare at the rose, only if you know between the two, your smile is the most lovely.

"I happen to have one left," he blurts out.

Your smile fades a little and he wonders why.

"Thank you," you mutter with a courteous smile.

Then it hits him that he gives you the impression that he did this to everyone.

But that's not the intention, he wants to let you know that this feels like fate, that he met you and happened to have one rose left.

When you put the rose inside your bag and get up from your seat, he knows he has so little time to try to explain.

"My stop is next," you tell him.

The situation he's in doesn't support his plan and he can only look at you as you stand next to him. You seem to be waiting for him to say something too.

Then the bus stops and Felix prevents you from stumbling forward by grabbing the strap of your bag.

You turn your head at him and smile. It's so sweet, the kind of sweet that will get him addicted.

The door of the bus is open and people start to move toward it.

Felix doesn't have much time left and he wants to know everything about you. Your name, your phone number, your favorite food, your favorite movies, movies that make you cry, any of your childhood memories, anything!

But all that comes out is, "be careful!"

You flash him a smile for the last time then get off the bus.

Felix can only watch as the girl who has just moved his heart by a millimeter walks away from him.

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Read the full fic here!

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archerygun · 2 months

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Wowee. This is a bit of an emotional one. Just warning you now.

I’ve been watching Ghosts pretty much since it came out. My dad surprised me with the first episode and refused to let me know what we were watching until I saw Ben Willbond’s face and was like “HOLD ON.”

(Nobody asked, but my favourite has always been the Captain because I’ve been obsessed with the Second World War since I was 7. My dad’s favourite is Robin, my mum’s is Kitty and my sister likes Pat).

It wasn’t niche then by any stretch of it. It’s always been popular, but it certainly wasn’t something your teachers plus the whole internet were cracking out the good wine for. (I proceeded to annoy everyone in my life by talking about it, little did they know that 3 years later they’d become equally obsessed by it).

And that doesn’t sound too special, but like. When Ghosts came out, I was in Primary School. Now I’m sitting my GCSEs. That’s fucking insane. Not even mentioning how it singlehandedly carried me through lockdown when I was dealing with a bigger workload than ever (online school just means strictish parents get to cross over into actually strict) and only had one friend to communicate with.

The first (and last) time I read proper fanfiction was when I was like 12 and looking through the Ghosts fandom because I was having a really, really bad time with paranoia and couldn’t sleep.

When we had our Year 10 mocks, my friend showed up half an hour late to our Chemistry exam after doing zero revision because she was bingewatching every episode of Ghosts to cope with exams. She gave me a rose for valentine’s this year with “I’m from Yorkshire mate, I’m practically made of tea.” on it. Her Yearbook quote is gonna be “I’m going to drown myself in the lake! I mean it!”

My Media Studies teacher found out I watched the show and started enthusiastically taking me through all of her theories about it before Season 4 came out. (She’s like sixty and her favourite show is Line of Duty by the way). Before Season 5 came out I asked her how she felt and she gave me a very excited “We’re getting out the good wine!!!”

So. My grandad died in 2022. Just before Christmas. They thought he’d make it to celebrate Christmas with us, but they’d overestimated. He had lung cancer, caused by working around asbestos as an industrial electrician. I genuinely cannot describe how much of a wonderful man he was. He was the best person I ever met, and more of a second dad than a grandad.

The last thing my grandad watched with us (we put a lot of importance on watching things as a family, at least in my family. Not sure if this is the same for everyone) was an episode of Ghosts. We thought it would be a laugh, because his end of the family are all from Sheffield and they’d introduced Maddocks. He was very out of it, and on an oxygen drip. He couldn’t really pay attention but he insisted on trying because he wanted to make us happy.

He died that week, on the day we had to leave. We were in the house when he started failing and all we could do was drive back down to London.

(Ghosts actually got a shoutout in the funeral. We’re a family with a sense of humour, and my grandad was the kind of man that results in a family debate about whether Ça Plane Pour Moi is an appropriate song for a funeral).

The Christmas episode that year broke me. In a good way. When they played Pat’s video tapes, I saw every photo of my dad’s family in the eighties in Yorkshire. It can’t be too hard to capture the energy, I’m sure, but I’ll tell you this. There wasn’t a dry bloody eye in the sitting room. My aunt even got their Christmas pictures out afterwards. My Sheffield family saw their childhoods on the screen and my London family saw my grandad.

It’s funny how things can end up being an accidental allegory or feel cosmically intentional.

I’m not saying this for pity, or to one-up anyone about my connection to the show. I just feel like if I don’t describe every detail, Ghosts’ impact on my life is going to be understated. And I’m more than happy that it will impact so many more people.

So, yeah. Thank you, Ghosts. I can’t think of a single piece of other media that’s been as impactful on my life. Thank you for being made with care and love and attention to detail and terminal levels of Britishness. Thank you for dealing with death and grief and healing in an entertaining way.

Thank you. For everything.

#flipping heck how do i tag this #bbc ghosts #thank you #pat bbc ghosts #maddocks bbc ghosts #pat butcher #sheffield #mourning #grief #pat butcher ghosts #1980s #uk #british #british tv

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Lucille and Valentine’s Day!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!!

Requested by~ @k-k0129

Tw-none I don’t think it’s pure fluff!

On Valentine’s Day since you can remember Eddie had always bought you pretty flowers ever year they were a different type, and he’d always hide a cute little cheesy note in them about how he felt lucky to be with you and you’d always coo about how cute it was.

When you had Lucille the tradition continued, as Lucille got a little older, maybe beginning around three years old she’d lean against the island and copy you, sniffing the roses and giving you puppy eyes until you inevitably hand her a plastic vase with a singular flower in it as she runs off giggling like a mad man.

When she’d turned seven you’d found a stash of old and dead dry flowers under her bed and when you counted them up it was just the same amount you’d given her from the previous Valentine’s days.

Eddie had been wondering, last year and the year before that he saw how Lucille would look at your flowers like she wanted one, Davie the poor thing couldn’t care less babbling to himself as he grabbed onto anything and everything completely clueless to the special day.

So when valentines rolled around this year, Eddie bought her a mini version of your bouquet, he thought it was the cutest thing when he saw it and he was also glad he didn’t have to custom order a little bouquet!

When Eddie got home with the little bouquet and big one he set them down on the counter before heading towards your shared bedroom and practically throwing himself down in the bed. You groaned as he scrambled towards the window pulling open the curtains.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you felt Eddie wiggle in the bed trying to lay like he always did after he’d go to the store on Valentine’s Day.

You turned to face him playing into his little act of sleeping as he laid on his side propping his head up with his arm.

You blearily opened your eyes to be met with Eddie’s pretty big brown eyes already wide awake having thrown out his pretend to be asleep act, “good morning beautiful!” He whispers moving his free hand to caress your face.

“Someone left flowers in the kitchen again babe”

“Oh really, how’d you see them? I thought you were asleep?”

He pauses every year he forgets to fix that hole in his act…and he’ll forget again next year as he pulls you from bed practically running to show you the flowers he got you!

“They’re beautiful Eddie” you whisper walking towards the pretty pink and white flowers.

You glance over the counter trying to see if Eddie had really made the kids clean up the living room last night like he said he would but seeing the little mini bouquet.

“For Lucille?” You ask nodding to the little flowers and he nods nervously as Lucille walks into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

Once again she stare’s longingly at your flowers.

You slip out the room listening as Eddie and Lucille talk about something that had happened with Rosie yesterday(that better be what I named the dog cause I just reread that fic😭😭)

You come back around the door with the camera plus Davie on your hip as you give Eddie a thumbs up.

He sets Lucille onto the counter reaching behind her for the vase before he sets it in her hands.

She stares at the pretty plastic crystal vase matching with your real glass one.

You capture a photo of her looking up at Eddie with watery eyes.

“ It’s so pretty! Like mamas” Yoh manage to hear her say as she hugs Eddie tight.

Years down the line after Lucille gets her first job, she notices on Valentine’s Day that Eddie never gets flowers(he gets chocolates when you go to the store later in the day! Hc that Eddie has a sweet tooth when he’s older!) so she takes it upon herself to buy flowers and put a nice note in it every year.

Eddie practically cries like a baby when 17 year old Lucille who he’s been afraid is going to begin to distance herself from her parents instead starts to buy flowers and write NICE notes on them, he cries even more when she tells him it’s to repay him for all the flowers he got for her.

Tags~ @miracleboysel @jessyballet @reticent-writer @bubbledtee @marishortcake @marrigold-2002 @griffinfinity @jvmisvu

#reader insert #x reader #eddie munson x reader #st4 #eddie munson #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #mom!reader

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umbane · 3 months

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Name: Ahri!

Age: Do you really want to know?

Do you like to cuddle?: You know that I do!!!

Can we make-out?: Why aren't we right this moment?

A night in or dinner out?: Night in. We can do aaaaanything you want.

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: Why not both? I've got a sweet tooth you know.

Chocolates and roses?: Roses! Aren't they just so pretty? They smell nice, they're romantic, and even after they wither, you can dry them out for a little decoration somewhere.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I like to think I'm thoughtful, compassionate, empathetic, and deeply loving. I'll adore you to the ends of the universe, spoil you rotten, and shower you in all of the love you've ever deserved.

Would you cook for me?: I'm not the best at it, but I would! I'll learn to be the best!

Would you let me cook for you?: Of couuuurse. We should cook together. Like, wouldn't that be cute?

Where would you take me on a date?: We should go out and see the hidden gems of the city. Out of the way, private, and we get to enjoy things like they're out secret against the world. Just us. Nice museums, private restaurants, little shops in gorgeous districts that feel like a world of their own...

Who’s paying?: Ummm, me, of course. If I'm asking you to be my Valentine, of course I should be the one to pay.

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: So much! All of your favorite perfumes and hair products, rings, a giant throw blanket, a fluffy robe that would drag all the way on the floor even on you so that we can warmly cuddle together, tickets to go see Pentakill... VIP, of course! And all of your favorite junk food and snacks, all packed in a big basket!

It's fairly safe to say that Kayn is pretty obsessed with Ahri. They may have had their ups and down (and the peaks were as high as mountains, with the lows mirroring the deep darkness of the oceans), but he feels perfectly comfortable with her now. He's not immune to the same bouts of insecurity that have always plagued her, but this time, when affection swells in his chest with each of her answers, he doesn't try to tamp it down out of fear.

"You spoil me," he says, flashing a devilish grin at her. Then, Kayn loops an arm around her waist, reeling her in closer. "But there's a few problems here. First," his smiling lips are so close to hers, his lashes low and seductive, "you think? You can't truly be unsure, Ahri. Don't be coy, now. Second of all, did you really fill all this out for my attention? Ahri..." His tone is scolding and intimate all at once, his mouth hanging open inches from hers, his tongue poking out just enough to wet her bottom lip.

Kayn looks at the application one more time, like he really needs to think about it. "Hmmmm..." As if either of them doubt his answer. "Yeah, accepted."

#heartate #what was written in shadow — now in flesh / answered.#v. / THIS IS GONNA BE SICKKKKK - k 💜#they're gross I love them

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azure-steel · 3 months

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Name: Sephiroth

Age: 22

Do you like to cuddle?: Once familiarized to it, yes

Can we make-out?: Not in front of Mother

A night in or dinner out?: Night in, always~

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: Whip cream

Chocolates and roses?: Who is eating the roses?

What makes you a good Valentine?: I am a living Valentine. Now with 100% less Chaos inside. May contain some JENOVA cells.

Would you cook for me?: All I need is a flammable village.

Would you let me cook for you?: That might be worth a try.

Where would you take me on a date?: Out to eat, after our terrible cooking attempts. Why is the police after me?

Who’s paying?: Why does the food stall guy want our money?

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: I thought I was supposed to get a present. Are you a Valentine? I'll get you something on Strife's Day.

@ghostofnibelheim

Valentine’s Day Application - ACCEPTING

@ghostofnibelheim

The form was handed to him like some resume, plenty of which had been refused from those hopeful to join the none existent ranks of Strife Delivery Service.

Or a resignation letter... and the stoic - albeit stern - expression on Sephiroth's face as he handed it over caused Cloud to hesitate, eyeing the paper in the other's hand for a moment until he's prompted to take it...

... And hummed in amusement when his first assumption hadn't been so far from the truth.

The courier leaned back in his chair then, a satisfying creak in the springs of the old thing as it continued to struggle to take his weight. Legs crossed, oh, so casually, and a forefinger ghosting across his upper lip as he inspected this document, much how one would inspect a utility bill.

But there were a few anomalies, causing those bright blues to rise once more and meet those deep oceans of pale jade.

"You know... technically you're about six years older than me, right?" he can't help the chuckle which followed. It was... complicated as to why the former First Class SOLDIER would still assume himself at twenty two years of age. The age when he'd been submerged for the first time into the lifestream. Happy to let it go and be the adult in their... situation, yet still amusing for a man who needed to be taught the very basics in life like a pre-teen, and had a mind much older than his years.

Sephiroth Valentine, it would seem, was an anomaly in every sense of the word, a very tall and very handsome one it had to be said.

Though Cloud would frown and flash his lover a very disapproving look at the Nibelheim remark... and then dismiss it with a disgruntled sigh.

'Too soon.' he wanted to say, but then again, Sephiroth's sense of humour was nothing at all if not as dry as an old bone. There were many other things he could take note of, just... very Sephirothy things phrased in this application of love until he got to the end and chuckled once more under his breath.

"Not what Valentines day is, big guy." He grunted as he rose from his seat and made his way around the paper littered desk.

"But I could eat, and I'll treat too, yeah? To... celebrate the acceptance of your application, hm? What's taking your fancy this evening, and no... I'm not on the menu right now~"

Cloud does so like to think of himself as more of a desert~~ <3

#ghostofnibelheim #answered asks #ask memes

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fantastic-rambles · 1 year

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Two Hearts

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Ainosuke Shindo (ADAM), Tadashi Kikuchi

Warnings: Light Angst, Implied Child Abuse

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: When Ainosuke finds the other side of his bed empty, he goes looking for his lover to find out if Tadashi is having second thoughts. Written for Sk8 the Positivity's Valentine's Week [Day 4: Hearts] and the Sk8 Heart Bingo Challenge [Prompts: Secret, Bed, Reunited, Breaking the Rules, Insomnia]

When Ainosuke woke, it was still dark, but the space beside him on the bed was empty. Reaching out, he touched the slight depression that was still there, finding it cold. Frowning, he got up, tugging a robe around himself before quietly making his way through the hallways to the servants' quarters.

The man he was looking for wasn't in his own room, either, and Ainosuke lingered in the doorway, perplexed. He hadn't expected Tadashi to have left his side in the first place, but if he was still having hang-ups about their relationship, Ainosuke expected him to have tried to escape here. Where else could he have gone in the middle of the night?

Had there been some sort of emergency? Perhaps something had happened to one of his parents that demanded his attention? It wasn't entirely unexpected that Ainosuke had slept through it, if so, but even if Tadashi hadn't wanted to wake him up, he could have at least left a note, right?

Should he try to call him? If he did, would Tadashi think that he didn't trust him? They'd only recently affirmed their feelings for each other—out loud, at least—and Ainosuke realized that they were both struggling to navigate their new relationship. Conflicted, he started to head back to his room… and as he passed through the entrance hall, he noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. The alarm hadn't gone off—even Ainosuke wouldn't have slept through that—so it must have been someone from inside the house going out, and the only person he could imagine fitting the bill at the moment was Tadashi, even if he still didn't understand why. So he made his way outside as well, wandering through the rose garden that was starting to bloom as he searched for the other man.

Eventually, he spotted a dark shadow sitting on the edge of the dry pool, and he approached quietly. Even so, Tadashi seemed to sense his presence, turning his head and immediately scrambling to his feet when he recognized the interloper.

"Ainosuke-sama. Is everything alright?" he asked, taking a step toward Ainosuke, who shook his head as he noted that Tadashi was still in his pajamas. He saw Tadashi's brows furrow, but before he could ask more questions, Ainosuke spoke first.

"Everything is not alright. How could you leave me alone?" he demanded. But there was a smile on his face as he stepped toward Tadashi, wrapping his arms around the other man. "I was worried that something had happened to you. Are you alright?"

"I am. I'm sorry for causing you concern."

"Liar." But Ainosuke’s tone was still affectionate as he pulled back slightly to look Tadashi in the face. "If nothing's wrong, why are you out here instead of in bed with me?"

"I… just couldn't sleep. I thought a walk might help."

"Did it?"

"No." Tadashi grimaced, making Ainosuke laugh a little as he tugged his lover back toward the pool, wordlessly encouraging him to sit back down. The weather was mild enough that he didn't feel cold as he leaned against Tadashi, gazing out across the place where they'd built so many memories together.

Tadashi had been his first friend: one that he'd made on his own, not on the instructions of his family. They hadn't approved of him, of course, but it had been acceptable as long as their relationship was constrained only to the grounds of the mansion. But even with those restrictions, he'd taught him so much: about “ordinary” people’s lives, skating… and love. He hadn’t understood his feelings then, the warmth and happiness that was so different from his aunts’ severity and the stinging of his wrists. The pain he felt with Tadashi was different, too: even though the scrapes and falls should have hurt more, they hadn’t, so much so that sometimes he hadn’t even noticed them until after they’d stopped skating, or until Tadashi pointed them out, worried and fussing over him. He’d taught him about freedom, even confined within this golden cage, and Ainosuke wondered what he’d done to deserve such devotion.

He realized that Tadashi had fallen silent, as he often did, and he looked over at the other man to see him looking back at him.

“Tell me what you were thinking about?” he asked softly. It wasn’t an order, even though he knew Tadashi would obey, however reluctantly, if he phrased it as such. Ainosuke wanted to know, but he didn’t want to force Tadashi to tell him. That would have made things no different than the way they had been before, when there’d been a chasm between them. Tadashi still didn’t open up on his own, most of the time, but with Ainosuke’s gentle prompting, he was getting better at it.

“I was thinking about us,” Tadashi replied after a long moment of silence. “If this is really okay. It’s just going to make your life harder, you know. It’s difficult for a single man to advance in politics as he gets older, and it’s not like you can introduce me as your partner… not seriously, at least.”

Ainosuke grinned: Tadashi really did know him well. He’d absolutely been planning an announcement, but he understood just as much as his lover that it would have to be something that most people laughed off, and if he were pressed about it, he’d have to deny it. He didn’t like it—a large part of him wanted to just declare their love openly—but it wasn’t just up to him, either. Tadashi had insisted that they continue on as normal, leaving their feelings behind closed doors. Although Ainosuke wished it could be otherwise, he couldn’t get upset at the other man, either, not when he knew that Tadashi was doing this with only Ainosuke in mind. The older man had always been someone who put his work first, so it was already an incredible compromise for him to have agreed to this relationship, knowing how difficult it would be for Ainosuke’s future advancement.

“Even setting that aside, there’s still the issue of your personal life. You will still need to meet with women on occasion, and—”

“No.”

Ainosuke saw Tadashi’s brow furrow, and before the other man could continue, he repeated himself: “No.”

“Ainosuke-sama—”

“Ainosuke, when it’s just us. Ai, if you feel like it. I wouldn’t say no to ‘Master,’ either, if you do it in that breathy way you do when you’re feeling good. But no. I’ve compromised this much for us, but I’m not going to date women, even if I’m just pretending. Of course, if it’s work-related, that’s another issue. Otherwise, it’s not fair to either you or the woman, and I won’t do it.”

“But… your family—”

“Fuck them.”

“—and society—”

“Fuck them, too.”

“Ainosuke, you can’t do this.”

“Watch me.”

They stared at each other, emerald eyes sparkling with anxiety as they met determined scarlet irises. Then Ainosuke reached out, resting a hand on Tadashi’s chest before pushing him off the edge and following him down into the concrete hollow. As Tadashi began to sit up, Ainosuke leaned against his back and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together before pressing them against the cool concrete, their fingers brushing the interlaced hearts they'd carved into the pool so long ago.

"Have you forgotten?"

"We were just children then. We didn't know better."

"Still, my feelings haven't changed. Have yours?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why are you making this so difficult? I love you, and you love me. Maybe we have different ways of expressing that, but I've been accepting yours as much as I can, so why won't you accept mine?"

He could feel Tadashi's tension as he embraced him lightly, and then the other man sighed, slumping slightly in Ainosuke's arms.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not considering your feelings."

Ainosuke smiled, pressing his lips against Tadashi's neck. For a moment, he'd been worried that the older man would revert to his old habits again, but it seemed like they were beginning to understand each other better, after all.

"So you'll let me handle this my way?"

"I will," Tadashi agreed softly. "But if there's anything I can do to help you, please let me know."

"Of course."

As much as he demanded of Tadashi, he couldn't imagine navigating everything without Tadashi's help, either. Whatever repercussions there were to his decision, he'd more than likely end up leaning on Tadashi when things became complicated, as he always did. But even that was different now. They would support each other, even if Ainosuke still wasn't sure how he could return the favor yet.

"So is there anything else, or can you come back to bed now?" Ainosuke asked after they'd been sitting together in silence for a while. Both of them got little enough sleep as it was, and Tadashi even less, usually—though Ainosuke was trying to change that. After another moment, Tadashi nodded, and Ainosuke let him go so that they could both stand up and climb out of the pool.

"Thank you."

Tadashi's voice was so quiet that Ainosuke almost missed it, but he smiled fondly as he took Tadashi's hand and led him back toward the house.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #fan fic #fanfic #sk8 adam #ainosuke shindo #shindo ainosuke #sk8 snake #sk8 tadashi #tadashi kikuchi #kikuchi tadashi #mine

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megbonney · 1 year

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✃ 02/02/23

dance in your bleeding passion / dance in the violet passion

first week of school - it's not as bad as i thought it would be. i feel dumb, like i'm behind in my work and that none of it makes sense, but i just think i'm not alert/ready enough for my brain to process any information. it wasn't that bad, then there's him. calling him..him, feels so gross to me. he's not the one, he's not my 'when he.. <3' he's not any of that. simply put, i'll say it this way; i was into him for the last term of last year. i never made any moves; he was too far out of my league, i was told he didn't date, and he's christian. i think religion means a lot in a relationship. christians get picky about hellenism, other practices that aren't theirs. it irks me, so many of those hardcore cunts are so selfish. it sounds insane, i know, but in a way, i'd kill to date him. he's gorgeous, i worry that no one would be able to appreciate him properly. he's sweet, at the peak of my interest in him i'd find ourselves meeting eyes and it being all dorky-like. like something was there, but i know there wasn't. it can't be. never. we messaged for a bit over the break. it was fine til he suddenly went dry in conversation. i asked about it, he got oddly defensive, saying "wdym" as if i was making it up, i decided to not bother. i went to bed. if he's gonna go all dry then be a sook when i ask it's not worth my time. i'm not the kind of person who's gonna sit there for 30 minutes trying to figure out why you're upset when you don't even have interest in me, nor would the chance of you doing the same for me being next to impossible. i messaged him for christmas, he left me on seen, unfollowed me soon after. i didn't care. i still don't care, but now he acts like i'm not real. he gives my friends and i these almost disgusted looks and makes sure to really barge their arms when they walk past one another. they're asking me if i think it's personal, i don't know. he hasn't done it to me. the only time he acknowledged me as a human being was when he wanted a laptop charger, which i didn't have. i was quick to brush him off, same way he had been these past 3 days. it's odd, really. he got on really well with my friends before this. it's not my business, i'm not gonna pretend like it's my place to pry. c says he doesn't want to talk because it's awkward now. but that doesn't make sense. he made it awkward. he doesn't even look uncomfortable or awkward about anything, he just looks bothered by my presence. it's not the hair, is it? and if it was, why would i change it for him? his friends whom i was friends with previously (some dating back to primary school) won't speak to me either. part of me thinks it's related to whats-his-face and that chick breaking up, in which i think they're back together. it feels like everyone outside of my friends just cannot stand me, like i'm shunned. it doesn't bother me as much as i expected it to, which is good. he's really been an ick recently though. having to take off the rose tinted glasses sucks, especially when it feels like he'll be the one i 'can't get over'. i keep seeing shitty tiktoks acting as signs for love, that 'the one i'm thinking of is avoiding me because he wants me so bad,' but i'm not thinking of anyone. nor do i care. right now, love is a distraction. real love, i mean. fictional men solo.

happy febraury! valentines day is soon.

#february '23 #2023 #e-journal

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 3 years

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:(

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc.

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

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