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authornina · 10 months

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Savvy Day Care

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Sav sat in the driver seat of their shared brand-new Mercedes Benz sprinter passenger van going over his checklist to make sure he had all of his nieces. They had so many children and counting, a regular little mini-van wouldn’t do—like on ballet and gymnastics days that they all had together or when Jacob did field trips with them. Minus the boys who rarely made any fuss, all nine girls were very specific at times and some didn’t like sharing seat belts or their personal space if they weren’t in the best mood, so they invested in a sprinter and it’d been smooth sailing since.

“Melody, she so pretty make my heart all fluttery.”

“Here,” she cheerfully replied to her uncle. She didn’t always get to spend a lot of time with her father’s side of the family so being in the presence of her uncle and cousins made her happy.

“Delightful Damaris, she gon’ be a stunnin’ runway model in Paris.”

“Here!”

“Pretty Poppy, all these hoes gon’ wanna copy.”

“Here me go, Uncle Sav!”

“Savannah my precious banana,” Sav called then looked in the mirror and she raised her hand, still not able to verbally communicate much but they were working on it day by day. They mostly depended on sign language. He and Chi were just thankful she was able to walk on her own now without assistance. “Queen Day B, my G!”

“Here daddy!” she giggled.

“Aubree my gorgeous lil cup of tea.”

“Here,” she blushed.

“Ivory, my cute honeybee.”

“I’m right here,” she replied bashfully.

They loved their pet names given by Uncle Sav.

“Lovely Loire, even though you mean you the one I’ll always adore.” “Hmph!” she folded her arms with a scowl. The last thing she wanted to do was be in a leotard, tights, ballet shoes and a slick back bun. She looked just like a little Lake with an attitude.

“Ion know what hmph mean lil girl.”

“Me here!” Loire pouted, attitude on a hundred.

“You gon’ be flung over the bushes you keep actin’ up,” Sav threatened and she poked her lip out, and started crying into her sister’s arm. “My beautiful River gon’ always have my back and deliver…slaps! To ya muhfuckin’ dome on behalf of her uncle!”

“Here, Uncle Savy,” she laughed. “You make my sister cry,” River put her arm around Loire.

“She made her lil bad ass self cry. Loire cut it out before I get Sugar Sprinkle Pickle,” he referred to their dog that Lake let them name and she straightened up real quick. For some reason she was afraid of that little ass chihuahua. “Ard, everybody got their seatbelts on?” “Yes!” they all responded at the same time, Savannah nodding her head up and down.

“Do anybody gotta go number one or two before I pull off?”

“Nooo!”

“Goin’ once, goin’ twice, and we out!”

Jacob was on vacation for a week so what he’d usually tend to with their children was split between Sav, Lake, and Dem. Vant declined to help, wanting to use all of his free time from the kids trying to give Ivy another baby which she refused.

They had so many kids that keeping them active was necessary. They had tons of energy which needed to be channeled in something productive other than fighting with one another. Leave them in the house for too long, barrettes were flying, hair was being pulled and nothing but crying and screaming filled the air.

Once they arrived at the studio, Sav parked and got out making all of the girls hold hands as they crossed the lot. They basically had private lessons seeing as their group made up one class.

“Good afternoon!” their teacher, Ms. Farrah smiled as each of her tiny ballerinas marched into the studio. While the class went on Sav sat to the side taking pictures and videos, sending them in the group chat.

Avery: Fix Loire bow, she get on my nerves with that lil ass attitude! Ivy: Why is Aubree actin’ like we don’t practice the pliè at home? Ooh that girl! Vant: Fuck off my daughter bro Ivy: STFU! Avery: Nobody is talking about Damaris eatin’ everybody up though Chi: Straight running circles around them! Show them how it’s done Maris! Sav: My Banana is the best one Chi: And she is! Avery: She is doing so good, I’m so proud of her Ivy: Me too. Vant: Love Banny and all but I’m not bouta sit here and lie Ivory killin’ all them! Avery: LIES! It’s Damaris, River, THEN my pookie poo Ivory Ivy: Avery don’t make me kick your ass. Avery: Facts are facts! Lake: Can y’all all shut the fuck up? Chi: Husband! Why you gotta be so mean? Avery: Chi. Ivy: CTFU! Sav: I’m mutin’ y’all dickheads now Chi: You better not nigga! Ivy: Whose making dinner tonight? Avery: Not me! I’m tired and my back is hurting Chi: I can’t cook Lake: That’s why you need to sit the fuck down somewhere Avery: Do you see how you talk to me?😭 Ivy: Omg! Avery go away, you wasn’t complaining how he talk to you or crying when you laid up and got your ass pregnant again! He said sit down somewhere so SAT DOWN! Chi: Husband I woulda been sittin’ Sav: Chi get your fuckin’ head knocked off Vant: At least she lay down and get pregnant, some people act like it’s gon’ ruin their fuckin’ life to have another baby. Ivy: Vant do not start! You are not the one that has to PHYSICALLY go through a pregnancy! Vant: If I could carry my own fuckin’ babies I would! Sav: This nigga gay Wreck: Gay asf Vant: 🖕🏾

Pav: The girls are so cute! I wish I had a daughter to do ballet Sav: You late Pav: We were all napping Chi: You always sleep, let me find out you lettin’ Daly do you like Lake Daly: 🍆

Ivy: Okayyyyyyyyyyy! Get it get it! Vant: Ivy. Relax my nigga. Avery: I swear this is the last one. I can’t do this anymore. We’re gonna have to use condoms. Lake: Yea ok Ivy: TMI Chi: I would never make big daddy—nevermind Sav: Wait till I get home. Ima put a dent right in your fuckin’ forehead. Avery: LMAOOOOO! Big daddy that bitch! Chi: 🖕🏾 Dem: I’m not reading all that shit Ivy: Heyyy bookie Dem: Hey Avery: LMAO! Dem did you eat? Dem: No Avery: You want me to cook you some food? Sav: But you just said you was tired and your back was hurtin but now that Dem ain’t ate shit you got the energy Avery: Hater much? Vant: I’ll cook Wreck: Then I’m stayin home Daly: Me too Lake: I’m not eatin’ nothin Vant cook Pav: I will cook. Geez. Everybody be here by 8 Vant: Ayeee! Wreck: I’ll be over there Sav: You cook better than Avery anyway Avery: 🖕🏾

Sav: Ard the class is over. I’m takin all they asses to my house for a minute. Chi: Lord. Let me put up all my good shit Ivy: Don’t do that to them lmao Chi: You know they bad as shit! Sav: No, THEY kids is bad as shit. My babies is good. Dem: And mine Avery: So what tf are y’all saying? Ivy: Exactly! Wreck: Lake and Vant got some bad ass kids. Lake: Ok Daly: Now I need to put up all our good shit Ivy: Vant? Vant: Man…Ion feel like fightin’ and our kids is bad as shit Ivy: Wow. Sav: Bye dickheads!

Putting the phone in his pocket, Sav gathered his tribe of little ladies. They all walked to the van hand in hand talking over one another.

“Loire, you feel better?”

“Yes!” she answered her uncle now all smile. Sometimes it took his niece a minute to warm up.

“Good…who wanna go bother auntie Chi?”

“Meeeeee!” they all raised their hands at the same time.

“She’s my mommy,” Sav heard Day say.

“And she’s my auntie,” Aubree sassed.

“Don’t be mean to me.”

“Talk to the hand!”

“Daddy!” Day shouted. “She put her hand in my face,” she whined.

“Aubree chill out.”

“I’m tellin’ my daddy on you!” Aubree asserted.

“And what he supposed to do?”

“Beat chu up.”

“Your daddy can’t beat my daddy,” River added twisted her neck.

“I bet he can!”

“No he can’t!

“Ard,” Sav laughed. “Y’all chill, it ain’t that deep.”

“But Uncle Savy, she—”

“It’s ard River,” Sav turned to her giving her a look. “We know the real.”

River nodded then rolled her eyes at Aubree. “My daddy still can whoop uncle Vant, I seen him do it,” she whispered just having to get the last word.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

Part Three

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x (female) Reader

Summary: (this is set during a time when our young Top Gun pilots were still training at the academy) at another function hosted by the academy you find Bob being his usual wallflower self, sneaking off somewhere to be alone and away from the crowd, but this time you decide to keep him company… now later that night, Bob uses his special skill of sneaking away to meet you in your dorm

Warnings: fluff, inexperienced / virgin Bob, Bob being an adorable lil blushing mess, smut, loss of virginity, bit of dry humping, protected penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: ngl I had myself giggling, smiling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair and shit as I wrote this lmao! Bob is such a precious baby boy I love him so much! I hope you guys like this and that you’ve enjoyed the other parts to this lil story as well!

p.s you can kinda read this as a one shot if you want but it does directly lead on from parts one and two so I do recommend reading those first if you want to!

Read Part One | Part Two

You feel almost giddy, excitement and nerves fluttering in the pit of your stomach, when you finally hear a soft knock on your door. The rest of the party had been mostly a blur; all you could focus on was Bob. On the promise of what was to come later. Of what was about to happen right now. You take a deep breath to try and steady yourself before opening the door. You can’t help the broad smile that splits your face when you see Bob standing there, face flushed with a kind of embarrassment, eyes darting to everywhere to see if anyone else was watching him come knocking on your door at near two in the morning.

“Hi,” he mumbles quietly, his eyes staring at the floor awkwardly.

You smile gently, “hey there Wallflower.”

He looks up at you at the mention of his lil nickname. You reach out for him, grabbing the open collar of his button down and pulling him into your dorm room. The door is shut quickly behind him, and you waste no time in gently pushing him against it, letting your lips latch on to his. You let the kiss start slow and gentle, trying to restrain yourself even though all you wanted to do was devour him, swallow him whole. Bob reciprocates the kiss slowly, his lips cautiously moving against yours just as his shaky hands move to lightly rest on your waist. You let out a soft moan against his mouth as you gradually push your body into him, letting your hips bump with his, your crotch pushing against his. Your hands slide up his neck, fingers tangling into his hair, giving it a soft tug. The gesture has a groan escaping Bob’s lips, his hands tightening their grip on your waist.

Another tug on his hair has him opening his mouth up to you, his tongue sliding into your mouth and dancing with your own. You sigh happily as his lips start to grow in confidence, his tongue being the one to dominate as he kisses you deeply. Your nails scratch at his scalp, dragging down until they scraped over his nape. At the same time you nip at his bottom lip, not too hard, but enough to have him halting his actions as he looks down at you flustered.

He stares at you wide-eyed for a moment as you blink doe-eyes at him. An almost unholy groan rips from him before he crashes his lips back onto yours with a force that knocks you dizzy. His hands grab onto your waist with a newfound confidence. You gasp into his mouth as he pulls you against him, manhandling you slightly as he turns the two of you around until it’s you that’s pinned against the door. His hips jut out to pin you in place, his already hardening cock digging into the bare flesh of your exposed thighs.

You both moan lightly his hands start to caress your thighs, slowly making his way upwards, hiking up your dress as he did so. You both smirk into the kiss as you both remember exactly where your panties were; still in Bob’s jacket pocket. His hands ghost over your hips, moving to grab fistfuls of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you against him, grinding his hips against yours. You weren’t sure where this newfound surety and confidence had suddenly come from, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

His lips then start making their way down your neck, acting on instinct. Bob kisses your skin with a hot fervour that had your mind spinning, almost feeling lightheaded, your insides warming and your pussy clenching in anticipation. He kisses lower and lower down, his face getting lost in your chest. You moan and tug on his hair when his mouth leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses over the skin of your breasts where they spilled over the top of your dress. You’d barely begun and already you were a mess under his touch; it was enough to almost make you forget that you were supposed to be the experienced one here, that you were supposed to be guiding him and not the other way around.

“Bob,” you moan, your head falling back against the door behind you.

Your hands tug on his hair as you call his name again, pulling his head back up to look at you again. He looks at you with slight concern. His face his flushed and both of you are breathing heavy. His eyes are blown wide with lust, his glasses knocked askew on his face, his lips pink and kiss-swollen already.

“Are you definitely sure you want to do this?” You whisper, your breathing coming out in frantic pants.

Bob pulls back slightly and looks down at you with the most gentle and warm smile you think you’d ever seen; it tugs at your heart strings. He brings up his hands to cup your face. His palms rest gently against your cheeks as he looks down at you, nothing but sincerity and adoration gleaming in those blue eyes of his.

“You remember earlier when I- uh- was rambling about how there was perhaps one girl I wanted to dance with at the party?” His voice drops to dangerously low whisper.

Your breath hitches, leaving you incapable of speaking, so you just nod.

“It was you,” Bob breathes. “It was always you.”

You swear you feel your heart swell, a tear stinging behind your eye.

“I’ve been wanting to do this, to do anything, everything, with you,” he rambles. “I’ve been wanting it for a stupidly long time. I just never actually thought it would happen though,” he admits with a slightly sad smile. “So yes, I’m sure I want this,” he finishes.

You find yourself at a loss for words, so you simply lean up again and gently press your lips against his. Bob moans quietly into the kiss, opening his mouth up to you, which you’re swift to take advantage of as you languidly let your tongue slide against his. Your lips remain entangled even as you start to push against him, pushing yourself up off the wall and beginning to walk him slowly backwards towards the bed. You smirk against his lips as you spin the two of you around, until it was your knees that hit the back of your bed. Your break the kiss, keeping your eyes on his, as you climb onto the bed. You sit up on your knees so that you could reach him, arms wrapping around his neck, coaxing his lips back onto yours.

You gently pull him down onto the bed with you, guiding him to hold himself just above you. Your knees fall to the side, legs opening as you coax him to slot his hips against yours. Your dress had bunched up at your side now, exposing your waiting and wanting cunt. You grab Bob’s hips and hold them as you grind your crotch against his, gasping sinfully as your bare cunt rubs against the tent in his suit pants. He groans deeply as his hips start to move with you, guided by your hands, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

Once he gets the rhythm, rolling his hips and pushing deeply against you, you let go of his hips. Your hands quickly make their way to his shirt, practically ripping through the buttons before you push it off his shoulders and toss it to the floor somewhere. A content moan falls from your lips as your hands start to explore his surprisingly incredible body. Your nails rake down his chest, his stomach, fingers exploring the hard muscles of his torso. Bob lets out a deep groan as your hands roam over his body, scratching lightly as you go. His lips lose focus on the kiss, distracted by your hands all over him.

You take advantage of the moment to fully break the kiss as you sit up slightly, nudging Bob to lean up a bit to give you space. He stares at you wide-eyed, his mouth falling open when you quickly pull your dress over your head, leaving you suddenly completely naked in front of him. His mouth hangs open, his eyes blinking rapidly as he takes in the sight of you. He looks flustered, in awe, like he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

“Oh, wow,” he lets out a barely audible whisper. “You- you’re… you’re fucking divine,” he exhales a shaky breath as his eyes continue to drag over your exposed body.

His gaze is so intense as it rakes over your body. A part of you wants to hide away, feeling almost embarrassed to have someone looking at you so intently. But a larger part of you was thrilled by it, by the way Bob was looking at you as if you were most beautiful piece of art he’d ever had the pleasure of lying eyes on. You fight the urge to chuckle lightly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as if he really was trying to get the perfect view of you. The gentle passion of his gaze made you feel comfortable, at ease, perhaps even bold, as you arch your back and push your breasts out even further. Bob’s gaze flicks nervously from your breasts to your eyes, and back again. You can see the silent question in his eyes, so you grab his left hand place it over your right breast, covering his hand with your own and guiding him to palm the soft flesh.

“You can touch me, it’s okay,” you whisper breathlessly. “That’s kinda the point,” you laugh gently.

Bob’s lips quirk with a soft smile before the both of you let out soft moans as he begins to squeeze and knead your breast, his touch slowly growing in firmness and confidence. Your hips begin to buck up against his again, your back arching, your breast pushing up into his hand. Your hands grab onto the back of his neck again and pull his body back on top of your properly. His bare chest collides with yours, his skin warm and flush against yours. His lips find yours again, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he starts to grind into you again, his body moving in rhythm with yours. You whine into the kiss and move your hips with him, rubbing your bare pussy against his crotch, humping him just as fervently as he was you.

A soft gasp sounds from you when Bob removes his lips from yours, only for them to latch onto your neck. You writhe against him, moaning and mewling almost pathetically as he kisses all over your neck, moving down to your collarbones and shoulders. He kisses at your skin sweetly, juxtaposing to the occasional tug of his teeth on your skin. You were breathing heavy, your body warm with want, your pussy clenching over nothing, desperate to be filled. You almost couldn’t believe the amount of power this boy had over you. All previous experience was practically out the window as all you could focus on was Bob.

A whine of Bob’s name falls from your lips when his mouth starts to move even lower, making his way towards your breasts. Your nails scratch down his back, digging into the skin at his side as you hold him against you. His mouth is hot and wet as he places open-mouthed kisses to your free breast, the one he wasn’t still kneading in his hand. He moans around you as he tastes your skin, his teeth lightly sinking into the soft flesh. You loved this, loved having him worship your tits, it felt heavenly. And yet you couldn’t deny how impatient you were getting, your pussy practically crying out for more, more than the friction of his clothed crotch humping against yours. You needed him inside you. Needed it now.

“I want to kiss every inch of you,” he hums against your stomach, just below your tit.

You mewl and buck your hips up, your fingers pinching his sides even harder, not that he seemed to even notice; he was so enamoured with kissing your delicate and delicious skin.

“Later,” you pant pathetically with a groan.

Your hands move to his neck, dragging Bob back up until his face was level with yours.

“But right now, I need you. Need you to fuck me,” you plead pathetically as you kiss all over his neck and face in between your begs. “Need you so bad Bob, need you inside me. Please.”

Bob lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, nodding in understanding. You could tell he was honestly just as desperate as you were, the grinding probably bringing him closer to cumming in his pants than either of you had intended. You kiss under his jaw, sucking on his pulse point as your hands work to unfasten his trousers. Bob reluctantly breaks away from you for a moment as he helps to push his trousers and boxers down his legs, shuffling on the bed and kicking them off to the floor awkwardly. When his attention returns to you, to the way you were staring at him in awe, another blush creeps into his cheeks. His hands are awkwardly pressed to his sides as he kneels in front of you, frozen under your gaze. You smirk with slight amusement; this man had literally cum down your throat a few hours ago and now he had the audacity to be shy as he knelt naked in front of you.

“Bob,” you hum with a gentle firmness, hooking your fingers under his jaw and forcing him to look up at you. “You’re fucking spectacular,” you tell him, keeping your eyes on his, letting your sincerity shine through.

It was true, he was fucking spectacular. He was more tanned and toned than you’d perhaps expected, his chest smooth with the tiniest smattering of light hairs between his pecs. And yet he still had this incredible softness about him; he looked delicate despite his muscles. You kneel up on your knees to kiss him again, pushing your naked bodies together. His cock slips between your legs as you grind onto him, fucking him between your thighs for a moment. You kiss him deeply, your tongue lavishing his. He groans shakily, his hands trembling on your hips as he body rocks unsteadily against yours. You’re about to pull him back down onto the mattress with you when he suddenly pulls back.

“Wait,” he whispers with a trembling breath as he grabs his trousers where they were hanging on the edge on the bed.

He rifles through one of the pockets for a second before he sits back up in front of you.

“Oh, I- um… here. I brought this,” he blushes as he shows you the condom in his palm.

You can’t help as your eyebrows quirk in question; you just kinda figured he wouldn’t have any of his own.

“Um, Hangman caught me as I was sneaking out. He kinds put two and two together from earlier and he… uh… gifted me this,” Bob explains with a furious blush in his cheeks, answering your silent question.

Your cheeks warm with slight embarrassment knowing that Hangman was aware what the two of you were up to. But you push the thought from your mind as you keep your focus on the here and now, on Bob.

“Well, saves me trying to dig through my drawer to find one,” your shrug with a giggle and kiss his cheek tenderly.

Bob smiles and nods before he cautiously tears open the packet, pulling the condom free. He gives an awkward nod before leaning over to neatly place the packet on the bedside table instead of just throwing it onto the floor with everything else. He then leans back into the sitting position in front of you. He clears his throat self-consciously as he begins fiddling with the condom itself, his fingers clumsy as he tries to pull it over himself.

“You need a hand?” You ask gently, letting sincerity coat your tone.

“I- uh-“ Bob blushes, his face going crimson.

You kiss his cheek, silently letting him know that it was okay, there was nothing to be embarrassed about, that you didn’t care. You quickly reach down and replace Bob’s hand with your own, pinching the tip of the condom and rolling the rest down his length swiftly and carefully. You look up at him again, flashing him a reassuring smile. He returns your smile gratefully, even as his cheeks still flare with pink.

You gently let your lips find his again, kissing him tenderly. You take your time with this kiss, letting it naturally build and build, deepening until you were both moaning into each other’s mouth.

You let one hand rest on his shoulder, the other cupping the back of his neck, before you gently move to lie on your back, dragging Bob with you, tugging him until he was positioned on top of you again. You keep kissing him, even as you open your legs, letting your knees fall to the side, inviting him to take his place between your thighs. He breaks the kiss for a moment as he looks down between your bodies, shuffling himself until he was in position, his hips between your legs, his hardened cock pushing into the apex of your thigh.

He looks up to you then, nerves blatant all throughout his body as well as on his face. But behind his eyes you see his silent question, his final check in that this was still okay. You give him a quick nod before you sit up slightly, just enough that you could reach forward and grab him with one hand, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of his ass. Your other hand gently wraps around his cock, feeling as a tiny shiver rolls through him. You place a quick peck to his neck just before you guide his cock into you, both of you watching the movement intently. A shudder courses through Bob’s body as he pushes inside you, a pathetic whimper falling from his trembling lips. You sigh out a moan as you feel him stretch you out, your pussy already tightening around him as you take in how good it feels just to have him sat inside you. You let your other hand grab his other ass cheek, pushing him against you until he was seated to the hilt inside you. Bob pants heavily, his head falling into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin, raising goosebumps on your body.

“You okay?” You ask him softly, nudging the side of his head with your nose lightly.

He nods before answering with a strained voice; “y-yeah I’m okay. You- you just feel s’fucking good,” he croaks.

You can’t help but smirk lightly. You start kissing his neck gently, just peppering your lips over every patch of skin you could reach. You coax him down with you as you lie back on the mattress again. He stays pressed flush against you, his chest smothering yours, holding himself up with his elbows as they rest on either side of your head.

“You can move now, if you’re ready,” you breathe, silently begging that he was.

You didn’t think you could wait much longer. You needed him to start moving, to start fucking you. You can see slight confusion and panic settle in his eyes but you cut him off before he can say anything.

“Like this,” you whisper gently as you grab onto his hips. “Just like you did with your fingers before, back at the party.”

You push his hips back, pulling him out of you almost all the way, before you pull him back against you again. You repeat the motion a few times, feeling as his hips steadily started to pick up the movement on their own.

“That’s it,” you coo sweetly. “Just like that,” you affirm, giving his hips an approving squeeze.

Bob groans deeply as he gets almost overwhelmed by the feeling of sliding in and out of your wet, warm, and tight, cunt. His pace is sloppy and unsteady at first, his hips thrusting against yours in an uneven rhythm. But soon he starts to find his rhythm, picking up the motion for himself.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” you hum as you release his hips, letting him fuck into you on his own accord now.

Your hands slide up his back, your nails scratching his skin, causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh. You tangle your fingers in his short hair again, pulling his face down until you could kiss him again. The kiss is messy now, both of you lacking concentration as most of your focus is on how good it feels to have Bob fucking in and out of you. Your teeth clash and tongue collide as you pant heavily into each other’s mouth. Bob’s hand tightens as it holds your hips, his fingers digging almost painfully into your flesh. One of your hands is locked around his nape, fingers in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. Your other hand is pressed against his lower back, pushing him into you, helping to discreetly guide him a bit as he rocks his hips against yours.

Bob croaks out a quiet fuck as he thrusts particularly deep into you, his hips starting to move with more confidence, his body finding it’s rhythm with yours. His head hangs low now, buried into the crook of your neck as you let your head falls back onto the pillows. Bob’s cock drags inside you deliciously, stroking every inch of your walls, his tip just brushing against that one particular spot inside you that you had your mouth hanging open limply with how fucking it amazing it felt.

“Oh, Bob, you feel so good. Shit,” you mewl, your voice strained with pleasure.

He whimpers against your neck, nuzzling into your skin. Your pussy clenches around him as he fucks into that spot inside you again. He groans again, swearing under his breath. Your body is flaring with pleasure, burning to a crescendo. But your clit was aching, begging to be touched, begging for that final bit of friction before the pleasurable fire would burn properly through your body.

“Uh fuck,” you rasp. “Bob, please. Touch my clit. Just like you did earlier when I showed you. Please,” you plead pitifully, twisting your head to nudge his cheek with your nose, pressing a frantic kiss to his jaw.

Bob nods, more than eager to obey your plea. One of his shaky hands slips between your bodies.

“Like this?” He questions quietly as his thumb lands on your clit, starting to rub small circles.

His touch is light and unsure, his circling uneven; but it was getting there.

You nod with a mewl, your eyes screwing shut and your head rolling back. Bob watches your reaction, listening to the sound of your soft moans, and moves his thumb accordingly. Changing pressure and speed until you were moaning louder and arching your back, pushing into his touch. Once he found that rhythm, knowing it was working for you, he kept the pressure and speed steady.

“Yes, yes,” you whine, your voice almost broken with pleasure. “Just like that,” you assure him.

The fire burns hotter inside you, your insides warm and tight with euphoria as Bob moves his thumb on your clit in time with his cock thrusting inside you.

“Uh that’s it, Bob. Fucking me so well. Making me feel so good. Such a good boy for me,” you ramble disjointedly, recalling from earlier Bob’s reaction to being called that.

“Oh, oh my god,” Bob groans under his breath, so quiet you almost miss it.

The sound of your shared breathing gets heavier, moans and wet slapping skin filling the silence of the room. You feel your body start to tighten, your core knotting with a building pleasure, your pussy clenching over Bob in anticipation of your release that was so close. Bob’s hips start to loose rhythm again slightly, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body seeming to shake with overwhelming pleasure.

“I- I’m really close, sh-shit,” Bob whimpers, his hips becoming unsteady and uneven again.

He looks at you frantically, his sweat beaded forehead resting against yours, his nose bumping against your own.

“I need you to cum. Please. Need you… need you to finish first. Wanna feel it,” he begs pathetically.

His voice is broken with pleasure and barely contained restraint, his face contorted with concentration as he tries to keep himself from climaxing just yet.

His words and sheer look of fucked-out determination on his sweet face has you hurtling closer to your high. His shaking fingers rubbing desperately at your clit, paired with a final few deep thrusts of his hips, are what finally tip you over edge.

“Sh-shit, Bob,” you barely manage to croak out, your voice hoarse and broken with the pleasure that raced through your body.

Your back arches, your bare chest pushing against Bob’s. Your toes curl, your legs tightening and locking around Bob’s waist, keeping him tight against you, deep inside you, as your body racks and shakes with euphoria. Your pussy clenches repeatedly, squeezing Bob’s cock with each roll of blissful electricity that shoots through you.

“Oh f-fuck, you look so- so fuckin’ pretty when you do that. And, I-, shit, shit, fuck that feels so good… oh fuck, y/n, I- I’m-“ Bob chokes out as your cunt squeezes him a final time before you feel him twitch inside you.

He’s unable to finish his sentence as his face contorts with pleasure as he reaches his own climax just seconds after you; your tight pussy clenching tighter still finally sending him over the edge. His whole body trembles as his hips go still, pushing impossibly deep into you as he spills into the condom. He pants heavily above you as he opens his eyes to look down at you again. His face is flushed, a tiny sheen of sweat lining his forehead and dampening his hair. His eyes shine impossibly bright even in the dim of the room, and you can practically feel the earnest, the intensity, the adoration, that shone out of them as he continues to look at you. You look just as fucked out as he does as you return his gaze, nothing but a soft fondness shining in your own eyes.

The two of your stay like that for a moment, just looking at each other as you revelled in the euphoria of your climaxes. Your hands then reach up and cup his face, stroking his cheeks, silently communicating to him what a good job he did, how happy you were in this moment. You can tell by the tiny smile twitching at his lips that he gets the message. A smile twitches at your own mouth as you lean up to reconnect your lips to his. The kiss is soft and slow, the two of you simply wanting to remain as connected as possible even as you both started to come down from your highs.

You smirk into the kiss lightly as you quickly, but gently, move to roll the two of you over until you were straddling Bob’s hips. He groans as you pin him the mattress. You place a final kiss to his cheek before you manoeuvre yourself off of him, both of you gasping slightly at the loss of contact as you climbed off his slowly softening cock. Bob’s face blushes with pink again as you delicately remove the now-full condom off him, tying it up before tossing it into the bin. You smile down at Bob where he lays out on the bed, awkwardly trying to cross over his legs. This boy, who, considering it was his very first time, had just fucked you better than most of the other men you’d slept with, was still feeling shy around you; it made your heart leap in your chest. You let your smile turn into a soft chuckle as you stretch out your shoulders and make your way to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Bob sits up on his elbows quickly, his gaze following you, a kind of sadness now looming in his eyes.

“Wh- where are you going?” He asks desolately.

The tone in his voice is enough to have you turning around and practically running back to his side. You immediately reach out and cup his face between your hands. One of his hands comes to hold onto your wrist lightly, keeping you in place.

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” you reassure him gently. “I’m just gonna get a warm towel for us to clean ourselves up with.”

His eyebrows quirk slightly.

“Aftercare is a super important aspect of sex,” you explain softly. “You wanna make sure your partner is properly taken care of afterwards, especially if it was an intense or… rough session,” you continue. “So you wanna make sure they’re clean, comfortable. Maybe massage them if any part of their body is sore. Run them a bath or a shower. Give them… plenty… of cuddles… and kisses,” you start to pepper his face with kisses between each word, your lips ghosting over his cheeks, his forehead, his temple. “Stuff like that,” you finish with a final peck to the tip of his nose.

You then quickly get up and head to the bathroom. You quickly give yourself a wipe down with a warm wet towel before heading back to the bedroom, taking the towel with you. You smile warmly at Bob as you perch on the edge of the bed next to him. He sits up awkwardly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His hands play awkwardly with each other as he rests them on his torso. You place a gentle and reassuring kiss to his knuckles before you start to wipe him down, smirking at the tiny shiver and moan that escapes him as you do so.

“Shouldn’t I be doing that? Like shouldn’t I be doing the aftercare for you?” He asks timidly.

You shrug; “aftercare is a shared responsibility. I guess it depends on who’s feeling a bit more worse for wear afterwards. Seeing as it was your first time, and you did so well,” you smirk, placing a kiss to his tummy, “I figured I’d do it for you,” your tone is gentle and soothing as you finish wiping him down, getting up and tossing the towel into the laundry bin.

“I just- I feel like I should be doing something for you,” he mumbles as you pad back over to the bed.

“I already cleaned myself off in the bathroom so I’m good,” you shrug again.

“But… but- I want to do something for you,” he says with a gentle firmness.

Your heart turns mushy at his soft determination to please you, to take care of you.

“You can cuddle me,” you smile mildly.

Bob’s face cracks with a smile as he nods enthusiastically. You laugh lightly as you fall into his arms on the bed, practically collapsing on his chest. He pulls you tightly against him, squeezing you against his chest. You wriggle just enough to be able to reach down and pull the covers over the both of you, snuggling the two of you in together like a cocoon. You rest your head on Bob’s chest as his arms lock around you. You smile against his skin when you feel him place a kiss to the top of your head.

“I still feel like I should’ve done something more for you afterwards,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Bob, you did plenty, trust me,” you kiss the base of his neck.

You practically feel him pouting. You sigh and secretly roll your eyes playfully. You sit up to look at him, reaching out to readjust his glasses, fixing them into the right place. You then let your fingers play over his skin, tracing the features of his face.

“Alright, next time I’ll let you do the aftercare if it makes you feel better,” you hum lightly as your finger traces over his bottom lip.

Bob tenses for a moment, his body going taught.

“N-next time?” He stammers, looking at you with wide eyes. “There’s gonna be- be a next time?” He swallows thickly, his eyes shining with longing.

You smile wistfully before whispering an answer; “I hope so.”

Bob’s returning smile could have lit up the whole room.

“I hope so too.”

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A/N: all I can say is I hope you loved this as much as I did!!

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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This is so random but like do you have any cute or terrible nicknames for Bucky that you use in your head for like absolutely no reason apart from loving him a little too much (its bucket for me i physically cannot stop calling this man 🪣)

Nooo 😩 I don’t! I wish I did! But I usually have two reactions when I see him. Depending on what kind of pic it is! If it’s cute I usually just go like: my sweet lil baby boy 🥺 if it’s hot I go: split me in half and then break my neck 🤤

Ok but Bucket is so fucking cute!!! I’ll definitely use that from now on OMG!

Precious Bucket Bucky 🪣🥺

#i’ve got mail 💌

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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How do you think Henry and his son would react to his wife being flirted by one of his sons friends

Just a random lil thought

Omg yes! Just a teeny drabble im afraid hun.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive behaviour

You huffed bringing in the shopping. It was that timemof year again. August. the month you absolutly dreaded every year. Not because you had your little batallion of children home from school. But it was the dreaded school shoe run. Normally you and henry split the trips for new uniforms bags and book cases between the two of you. But this year henry had got the chance of a life time. To actually plat Geralt of rivia, he was trying to get home before the first day of school always making a point to be there to drop off and pick up the kids on theirs first day back.

This year was a big year! Not only was our oldest leo starting his first year of college but another brave little spilder was starting her first year at primary school! Only two more to go and all seven members of the cavillry with be in school.

Yes. Seven. Your oldest had been a surprise baby screaming his way into your,lives very early. You'd only been dating four months when your little man was conceived. He was not so little anymore almost seventeen and the spitting image of his father and then you had another three boys 14,10 and 8 then your precious daughters who were 4 and 2 then your ten month old girl. Probably not your last if henry had anything to say aboht it.

Today had been the final trip with your brood to get the final little ones their school shoes. It had been hell. Ella was finally starting school and had threw a fit wanting sparkles instead of black leather.

"Leo...Leo?! You here?" You called out blindly to your teenage henry doppelganger whilst trying to wrangled the younger ones into the house without anyone dropping any bags that the children had insisted help carry in.

"Here mum! Comming" he called walking into the kitchen as you spun collecting the bags off the kids about to topple over. They tried bless them but they were still clumsy. You huffed as he rounded the corner quickly rushing to take some of the bags and set them on the counter.

You groaned seeing ella had dropped her bag and was sitting o the floor tongue out in concentration trying to pop her new shoes on. Honestly it took seconds for a cavill kid to start another adventure.

"No no Ella, those are for school!" You fretted looking to and fro for someone large enough to hold your youngest Amber, who was on your hip. You spun and saw Charlie Leo's freind from school and without a thought passed Amber to him with a quick. 'Hold her for a mineut' before ducking down to ella whose skin had just been pinched by her shoe buckle and set her off.

"Wow mrs cavill~ lookin good" you rolled your eyes huffing under your breath. Charlie was harmless, a little flirt that liked teasing you.

"Oi thats my mum you prick" leo growled out at him trying to fish out a juice box for your toddler that was bordering a fit because her apple juice wasnt in her hand yet and she was 'fuwsty leo now!'

"Leo language!" You scolded him lightly but werent really paying much attention, as ashamed as you were you knew the kids heard plenty of swear words when you argued with your alexa.

"What im just giving the woman a compliment" You ignored everything kissing ellas hand better and teasingnthe new shoes off of her kicking feet as the created a fuss.

"Stop oogling her ass!" Leo shouted making you grunt and pick up ella who was crying she needed a plaster. You shook your head at her and picked her up insisting she just needed to run some cold water on her ouchie.

"Im not!"

"Yes you were!"

"I wasnt" you finally had enough and spared a glance over your shoulder seeing our other children were all queing behind you with various snacks asking if they could open them now. Amber was still on Charlie's hip but was looking about ready to cry. It was your own fault. They had all wanted mac Donald's but you just didn't have the energy to deal with the happy meal freak outs over toys so had declined and they were all pent up and 'starving'

"Boys please!? I have enough to deal with dont add bitching teens to the list" you pleaded nodding your head to the chaos around you. Even Kals had joined the back of the queue waiting for a treat, because you always got him a treat when you went shopping.

"Sorry mum" leo said and quickly began opening snacks and telling the kids to go eat in the den nicely quickly thinning out the herd. And you got back to work helping ella who was still demanding a plaster. You hung our head, there will be no peace untill she had a plaster.

You dropped down crouching under the sink for the medical box to give her a plaster in the hopes of having a little peace and quiet.

"Sorry Mrs C... you know your looking pretty stressed you ever need help with anything around here im down. And i do mean anything Mrs C" you froze. Now that was new. Harmless flirting was fine, he was a kid. But actually propositioning you? That was crossing the line. You reversed out of the cupboard to give the boy a cool 'mum' stare until he apologised. But leo had already beat you to it bellowing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK-ugh!?" The sound was cut of by a choking sound and before you could even get a word in another voice carried through the kitchen.

"I'm sure you would be round here like a shot, but as you can see from our large brood she is well taken care of, speaking of which i will take that" you spun around in time to see henry glowering at the teen scooping up Amber who's tantrum had subsided at seeing her daddy. Henry's fist was slowly releasing the scruff of Leo's tshirt and dragging him firmly back your son was seething at his friend. It was clear the sound you heard was henry quickly apprehending his son before he could beat his friend to a pulp.

"Oh i rr shit didnt see you there" charlie stuttered flushing red and sweating nervously he looked terrified. But then again henry was giving the boy a death glare. You didn't even have the balls to interrupt your husband, he was that angry.

"Clearly, becuase i dont think youd ever stare at my wifes ass like that if you knew i was here." Henry growled standing tall making himself a huge as humanly possible. He looked terrifying even with a baby hanging off his hip cooing at him.

"Oh i wasnt er.. i mean err sorry sir" charlie too,a few steps back suddenly very pale and frightened.

"Apology accepted, but dont do it again, that ass is mine- that woman is mine. She is my wife and your freinds mother and little lads like you will never ever ever get a look in." Henry seethed not taking his eyes off the teen. Before the boy could say sorry again henry continued.

"I dont appreciate you disrespecting her like that, you do it again and we will be having a stern chat. You understand where I'm coming from?" Your husbands growl sounded monstrous cool and calculated. And down right haunting.

"Yes sir"

"Im clear?" Henry asked tilting his head to the side still doing everything he could to intimidate the boy.

"Crystal"

"Good. Leo why dont you and your school freind go to the den for a bit" henry said speaking to his son but still watching charlie

"Nah. Ive got homework. You should go charlie" leos voice came out icey and fierce. Much like his father. Charlie practically sprinted for the door leaving with a quick 'your right bye'

It was the sharp slam of the front door that made you huff and quirk a brow at the two 'manly men'

"What?!" Henry and leo both asked you as you stared at them unimpressed. You ended up shaking your head muttering 'bloody cavills' under your breath as you tore open the princess plaster for ella who was now kicking the water in the sink.

"Leo, here take amber and keep the others busy" henry said quickly pacing amber to the teen then plucked ella out of the sink pressing kisses to her cheeks before setting her on the floor.

"Dad, it wasnt mum she didnt-" leo started getting worried you were about to have a fight or something.

"I know son, but prevention is better than cure~" henry hummed wrapping an arm around you dragging you closer.

"Wha?" Leo frowned not following the shift in mood.

"A reminder to your little freinds might help them remember their place~" henry chuckled prodding your side making you giggle and bat at him softly.

"Reminder?" Leo asked again still confused, the poor sod had no idea what he was walking into.

"A baby bump"

"Oh god! No not again! Dad you have seven!?" Leo started 'heaving' and yelled

"Yeah not exactly a rugby team is it, remember we don't do half measures in this house!" Henry called out as leo grasped Ella's hand and 'ran' for the safety of the den leaving both you and henry aline in the kitchen.

"Hello wife" he purred leani g down pressjng a ling kiss to your lips.

"Hello indeed~" you hummed back pressing up against him.

"Anything frozen?" He asked nodding to the bags wanting to know if anything desperately needed to be put away this instant.

"Nope" you grinned popping the p with a giggle

"Good lets go!" Henry huffed quickly picking you up and headingnto the pantry

"Oh the pantry~ you spoil me mr cavill"

"Damn right i do woman get in the cupboard!" He growled playfully darting into the pantry for a quicky.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #oh for fic sake ask #oh for fic sake headcannon

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amimimi · 3 years

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Hi it's actually my first time requesting 💀 can you do like the reader is a volleyball player from a different school who came to their school to compete and is hella intimidating cause they're really quiet and doesn't really smile that often and their team won. Maybe do yamaguchi, tsuki, tendou, bokuto and suna?

I'm sorry if it's messy i get nervous cause it's my first time requesting 😭✋

hey angel! thank you for sending this in!! And don’t worry, this wasn’t messy at all!

also, i didn’t know if you meant reader’s team played the guys’ teams so i’m sorry if i misunderstood!

the strong, silent type; yamaguchi, tsukishima, tendou, bokuto, suna

synopsis: in which you somehow manage to catch a certain someone’s attention without having to say a word (well, barely a word)

pairings: yamaguchi x reader, tsukishima x reader, tendou x reader, bokuto x reader, suna x reader

warnings: swearing

notes: this is my first haikyuu request!!

YAMAGUCHI

baby boy is intrigued to say the least

he’s also, you know, very intimidated

karasuno is hosting volleyball camp for the weekend so a few of schools from the area come over

karasuno lost a match so they go do a lap up the hill and back down

yamaguchi shakily walks back into the gym, panting and sweating profusely from the run

two other teams are playing so he decided to watch and catch his breath

it’s getting pretty intense until your team’s setter sets the ball for you

you run up and leap in the air, your brows furrowed with determination and tongue sticking slightly out, and you spike ball, slamming it to the opponents ground

and it’s slams so fucking loud

yamaguchi mouth drops, impressed by your raw power

by then tsukishima has joined him, standing alongside yamaguchi

“sheesh” tsukishima mutters at how hard you struck the ball

meanwhile, yamaguchi’s jaw is still on the floor as he watches you with sparkles in his eyes

your teammates erupt in cheer while you’re just like 😐👍

yamaguchi tells tsukishima that they should congratulate your team (he’s talking about you mostly)

and tsuki is like “okay have fun doing that!”

and yamaguchi is like “w-wait! please go with me? they’re scary 🥺”

and tsukishima is like “this is so stupid...” but he ends up going with yamaguchi nskdicnwiwjs

you’re drinking from your water bottle when you feel a slight tap on your shoulder

you whirl around to see tsukishima and yamaguchi LITERALLY standing like—

⠀ ⠀ ⠀(\__/)

(•ㅅ•)

　＿ノヽノ＼＿

`/　`/ ⌒Ｙ⌒ Ｙ　ヽ

( 　(三ヽ人　 /　　 |

|　ﾉ⌒＼￣￣ヽ　ノ

ヽ＿＿＿＞､＿＿_／

　　｜( 王ﾉ〈 (\__/)

　　 /ﾐ`ー―彡\(•ㅅ•)

　　/ ╰ ╯ \/ \>

yamaguchi pipes up from where he stands, slightly behind tsukishima

“that last spike you did was really cool!” he squeaks, mentally slapping himself for how he voice cracked on “cool”

you blink in surprise before you gently smile

and yamaguchi, in his head of course, is like “HOLY SH*T THEY SMILED??!&)&8:9:”

“thank you” you reply, “i don’t think you told me your name”

TSUKISHIMA

when i tell you this man is not FAZEDDDDD

like he does not give a shit how intimidating you are

he notices that you’re a great volleyball player and that you’re a great coordinator

but that’s where it ends

he’s not intrigued enough/doesn’t care about the motivations of other people

you both walk up to the lil fountain outside the gym to refill your water bottle at the same time

you both sorta halt, before tsukishima motions for you to go first

you nod and thank him quietly, moving to refill your water bottle

tsuki feels his eyebrows furrow when a loud yell suddenly splits the silence, already recognizing who that might be

he turns around and of course, it’s hinata yelping and dodging kageyama’s blows, while the latter yells profanities at hinata

tsukishima sees that you’ve turned around too, trying to see what was going on

“what a couple of morons...” tsukishima mutters to you

you blink at tsukishima, straight faced as ever, before saying, “you shouldn’t bad mouth your team mates”

MY BOY SIEZES UP SO F*CKIN QUICK DUCHDKDJD

he thought since you were quiet and serious looking, that you kinda hated everyone/were pessimistic

you thought WRONG

he turns back to you with raised eyebrows, a little surprised and slight embarrassed about being scorned

you just smile at him and tsuki is surprised for a second time

“see you inside” you nod politely and before walking past him

get rekt tsukishima

TENDOU

yes, my slightly odd looking yet handsome son

he is NOT intimidated by you—AT ALL (have you seen his bestie? 😭)

in fact, the first time tendou sees you, he watches you for like 17 seconds and is like “oh...oh i’m bout to ANNOY TF OUTTA OF THEM”

i feel like he just wants to single out serious people and f*ck around with them—all in good taste though!

will try and goad you into messing up from across the net

but you’re just like 😐😑😐

switches tactics by trying giving you odd compliments

“y/n, right? i like the curvature of your spine,,,very unique 😌”

or “you have such delicate earlobes, y/n!”

if anything, he’s annoying both his teammates and yours

but he’s not done

starts crooning these lil songs about you, that he’s making up on the spot

he’s still not throwing you off your game but you are glancing over at him with a strange expression on your face

that just encourages him even more

eventually, semi smacks the back of tendou’s neck and gives him the “stfu” look

tendou glances over to see your lips twitching into a smile and he’s just smiles real big and wide at you

BOKUTO

my precious boy

he’d probably see you, standing there off to the side from where your teammates are huddled

and he thinks “omg,,,they’re shy,,,and lonely,,,I HAVE TO HELP THEM!”

but you’re just zoning out or something, completely fine

bokuto is trying to collect introverts like they’re f*ckin pokemon cards

he thinks he’s good with all kinds of people (and he is!) but he thinks he’s especially good with quieter people

after your match, bokuto bounds up to you with akaashi trailing behind (he’s there for damage control mostly)

“hey there!” bokuto smiles and your eyes slightly widen at how his voice booms throughout the whole gym. “your team did amazing out there! i couldn’t believe how coordinated you all are! and the way that you flew? your spikes could use a bit more force but you’re amazing either way—”

you generally feel overwhelmed by hyperactive people, but you’re REALLY feeling it now

especially considering how tired you are after that match and how fast Bokuto is talking

you honestly can’t keep up with what he’s saying to you, his eyes glimmer are glimmering and his whole face is lit up and DAMN you don’t have the heart to interrupt him

so you just nod at him with wide eyes like “yup, mhm, yea, that’s right, of course”

when he finally finished his spiel, you take the opportunity to ask for his name

and you’re like “oh! yeah! you’re one of the top 3 aces in the nation right?”

bokuto’s grin widens even further, but before he can respond, akaashi cuts in with “top 5 actually”

and bokuto whirls around with a look that screams utter betrayal—like B*TCH!!&/8:73?

“that’s really impressive!” you smile and bokuto’s mouth drops because DID YOU JUST MAKE A FACIAL EXPRESSION???

he’s hyping himself up like “aha, didn’t even talk to them for FIVE minutes and i already cracked them 😤”

SUNA

he’s just gonna stare at you

like a creepy ass owl or something

he sees your minding your own business respectfully and he’s like “...this feels insulting”

he thinks that YOU think that you’re some tough ass b*tch

MF, I’M JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS 😭

suna: they’re trying to intimidate us

ojiro: ...they’re just standing there

suna: you think they’re trying to intimidate us?

ojiro: no, i don’t actually—

suna: nah, they’re definitely trying to intimidate us

so suna tries to intimidate YOU—reverse uno that b*tch

will stare at you from across the court with his hands shoved in his shorts like—🧍‍♂️

it honestly is a little unsettling because you just see this tall ass, lanky figure in your peripheral vision and your turn to see this guy STARING AT YOU LIKE—👁‍🗨👄👁‍🗨

he scares your teammates too dkfjdkshs

if you’re team is playing his, he will forcefully block your spikes and then just stare back at you LIKE DAMN, YOU GOOD?

the whole thing lets up, when your teams go to shake hands

you take his hand in yours and give him a firm shake, genuinely smiling

“you play well!” you compliment

“...you do too” he says hesitantly and you nod slightly before letting go of his hand and going to shake Osamu’s

he tells ojiro later that you had a “firm grip” and ojiro’s like “...mhm 😒”

notes: i wanna write more haikyuu (specifically timeskip)! also not me projecting the odd feeling i have for suna where it’s like a cross of “everything about you annoys me” and “damn u kinda hot 🙄”. my love/hate relationship with aquarius men 😌

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #bokuto x reader #tendou x reader #suna x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #tendou satori x reader #suna rinataro x reader

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 301: All My Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: We learned that when a bunch of superpowered villains are suddenly set loose with nobody around to stop them, things get fucked pretty quickly. Old Man Samurai and a bunch of other useless people decided to make “I pretend I do not see it” their new mantra, and resigned. Endeavor had a moment of despair on account of being crushed by the guilt of having ruined the lives of himself, his family, and basically everyone else in the entire world. For various reasons the heretical notion of “person who has done bad things feels sorry for doing them” sent fandom spiraling into a meltdown, so that was fun. The chapter ended with the entire Todoroki clan descending upon Enji’s hospital room to have a dramatic chat about Touya and All That General Fuckery.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “here’s the story of how Baby Touya slowly went insane trying to win his father’s love.” It’s a tale full of subverted expectations and heartbreaking inevitability, and also like twenty panels of the cutest fucking kids who ever existed on planet earth, who are so fucking cute that I can’t stop thinking about their cuteness even with all of the horrifying family tragedy unfolding around them. It is absolutely ridiculous how cute they are. Touya is out here pushing his tiny body past its limits because he inherited the same obsession as his dad and neither of them can put it aside even though it’s destroying them, and yet all I can think about is Baby Shouto’s (。･o･｡) face. Anyways what a chapter.

so I have to confess that even though I managed to avoid being caught off-guard by the early leaks, the number of people reblogging my Endeavor posts from earlier this week and using the tag “bnha 301” kind of gave me an inkling that this chapter will include more Tododrama lol. that said, I don’t know anything else about it, so we’re still good spoiler-wise

AHHHHH FLAHSBAKC AHHHH. omg I know I typoed the shit out of that, but I’m just going to leave it lol I think it’s fitting

holy shit holy fuck. so this is Rei and Enji’s first meeting, then??

yepppp, oh shit

so wait, I know this is not even the slightest bit important, but are they meeting at Enji’s home or Rei’s? because I always figured that Enji was the one with the super-Japanese aesthetic, but maybe that was Rei’s side of the family all along

(ETA: from what I found during my very brief google search, omiai meetings are often held at fancy hotels or restaurants, so maybe that’s what this is.)

there’s such a period drama feel to this setting. like it’s so outrageously formal fff how can anyone stand this kind of atmosphere though seriously

OH THANK GOD

I mean they’re still stiff af but at least they’re not rigidly sitting in seiza and staring at each other unblinkingly anymore lol. Enji’s actually got his hands in his pockets now. why is this somehow almost cute

oh damn it’s the flowers

Rei seems so subdued and it’s so hard to get any idea of what she’s actually thinking. I want to see her side of this dammit

but anyway, so at least from Enji’s perspective it seems like even though the marriage was arranged and he picked her because of her quirk, he still loved his wife and wanted to do right by her. the fact that he was watching her and noticed that she liked the flowers, and remembered that detail for all these years -- there’s a reason why Horikoshi’s showing us this. we know what’s going to happen later on; we know how much fear and violence and breaking of trust is coming up ahead, and while it may seem like this scene is serving to soften Enji’s character further -- which to be fair it is -- it also helps drive home the full impact of his abuse. that it’s so terrible not only because of the trauma of the abuse itself, but also because of the way it retroactively destroys all of the good things as well. this could have potentially been such a sweet scene, but it’s inescapably tainted by the knowledge of what’s to come, at least for me. and that’s just brutal

anyways, shit. is the whole chapter going to be like this?? feel free to toss in something I can actually make a joke about sometime, Horikoshi

oop, back to the present

omfg lol

“are you all right” “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK.” “oh, right, because of all the stuff that’s happened with me abusing you and you having a mental breakdown and being hospitalized for ten years and then our son coming back to life and killing thirty people, right, right. I almost forgot.” whoops

omfg you guys I’m loving this new and improved steely-eyed Rei. I’m loving her a lot

and what do you mean “part one” fkjds how long is this going to be. TOO MUCH DRAMA FOR ONE CHAPTER TO HANDLE

oh, hello

yeah I’ll say you did. didn’t seem to bother you much at the time, though

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Dabi Is A Noumu intensifies even further. anyways though would you fucking look at this boy lounging on this moth-eaten couch doing his best DRAW ME LIKE YOUR FRENCH GIRLS impression wtf

Dabi what if you actually had killed him??? what would you feel?? satisfaction?? regret?? anything at all?? tell me your secrets goddammit

who are you talking to buddy

Fuyumi-chan, Natsu-kun (is it common for brothers to address each other as -kun?? can’t recall seeing that in many other anime, but hey), and “dot dot dot,,,,,, SHOUTO” lol thank you so much for this bountiful heaping of Tododrama Horikoshi we are blessed

AH, WHAT DID I SAY THE OTHER DAY

ULTIMATE MELODRAMATIC THEATER CHILD. “I’M JUST GOING TO LIE ON THIS COUCH SHIRTLESS AND ALONE AND MAKE SPEECHES TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO AREN’T THERE AND SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WATCH ME IN THE PITS OF HELL’ WITH A STRAIGHT FACE BECAUSE NO ONE’S THERE TO JUDGE ME.” WELL JOKE’S ON YOU MISTER CHATTERBOX BECAUSE I AM IN FACT JUDGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOL

(ETA: and on a more serious note, it’s interesting to see that “look at me”/”watch me” theme being used again though, because we see that same sentiment uttered repeatedly by the younger Touya in the flashback. well kid, you definitely got your wish at last. don’t know what else to say.)

OKAY HORIKOSHI HAS DECIDED THAT’S ENOUGH FUN, TIME FOR MORE FLASHBACKS

oh my sweet precious lord

just as cute as we left him. giving us a child this cute when we all know full well what’s going to happen to him is just unspeakably cruel though

HOMG

I’m fucking speechless. you broke me, congratulations. what am I even supposed to do with this

I can’t get over this. moving forward my life will be split into two distinct parts, B.P. (Before the Pout) and A.P. (After the Pout)

and meanwhile there’s ALL THIS BACKGROUND ANGST BUILDING UP, AND I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON IT. Touya’s arm and cheek are covered in bandages (I’m guessing this is shortly after that “ouch!” panel we got some chapters back), and Enji is deliberately avoiding training with him because he doesn’t want him to hurt himself further. I can’t fucking get over the irony that all this time everyone thought Touya had died because Enji pushed him too far in his training, and it turns out that it’s the opposite -- the tragedy ultimately happened because he didn’t want to push him. but I’m jumping ahead of myself though I guess

by the way,

remember this?? just wanted to remind you that it exists just in case you forgot

so now someone is talking and basically saying that Touya is the exact opposite of what Enji was hoping for when he decided to start playing with quirk genetics

-- okay hold up

...lol no, never mind. for a second I thought “holy shit he looks kind of familiar WHAT IF IT’S UJIKO OMG” before I remembered that Enji would have recognized him during the hospital capture mission if that was the case. so NEVER MIND, PROCEED

IMAGINE THAT, ENJI DOESN’T QUITE SEEM SATISFIED WITH THIS SUGGESTION OF QUITTING NOW

(ETA: how the fuck did this man go around saving 62 towns in a single day what even is All Might.)

[clicks tongue several times] trouble a’brewin’

MEANWHILE BABY TOUYA HAS UNFORTUNATELY INHERITED HIS DAD’S STUBBORN STREAK

KLDIHWOEIJFL:KSDJ

!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god. oh my god. what is this chapter. WHAT IS IT

so now Touya is all “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MANLY DESIRE TO BURN MYSELF ALIVE” well you got her there champ

THEY’RE TOO CUTE. OH MY GOD. HIS FURIOUS LITTLE TEARS. HER CHUBBY LIL FACE. HIS STUBBY LIL FISTS. SOMEONE HELP ME

also are they just home alone lol or what. “hey Touya, you’re what, like six now?? do us a favor and look after your baby sister for a couple hours for us would you? make sure not to set yourself on fire or anything.” WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!

now it’s nighttime and Enji and Rei are arguing, presumably about his decision not to train Touya anymore

whew. okay. so, a couple of things here

1. first of all I think this conclusively shows that Enji really was trying to do the best he could for Touya. he stopped training him as soon as he realized it was hurting him, but Touya was still determined so he tried to make it work anyway, and even visited doctors to try and figure out if there was anything they could do. then, once they were absolutely sure that it wasn’t going to work, he tried multiple times to explain to Touya why they had to stop. he didn’t just abandon him out of the blue, which is really important to note. “no matter how much I tried telling him...”

so yeah, that debunks another common fandom accusation. so by the time he finally makes this decision, which we all know is going to turn out horribly, it’s basically because he’s already tried everything else he could think of. which, by the way, still doesn’t mean he handled this right. but at the very least he was taking Touya’s feelings into account and he was trying, and he didn’t just abruptly toss his son aside (at least not yet)

2. buuuut, then there’s this panel right below all that

which is the other side of it. if he’d just quit like the doctor person advised him to, that would have been the end of it. Touya would still have been upset, but he would have eventually gotten over it and the family would have moved on and possibly even been happy. but what happens next happens because Enji can’t let go. he still has this maddening urge to surpass All Might, and so he and Rei keep having more children, and then Shouto is born, and Enji finally has a kid he can start projecting all of his hysterical ambitions onto once again, and everything starts spiraling out of control soon after

though p.s. none of that is Shouto’s fault though!! he’s one of the few good things to come out of this whole mess and I’m very happy that he exists. the tragedy is that his dad fucking lost his mind over his quirk and fucked everything up. but that’s on him, not Touya or Shouto

anyways, SLKFJLSHGLKJL

I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE THIS YOU GUYS??? LOOK AT THAT LIL BUTTON OF A NOSE??? I’M LOSING IT HERE???

AND TOUYA JUST SEEMS DEVASTATED OMG

because children aren’t stupid, after all. he understands that his dad is still looking to surpass All Might. and so he feels like a failure, and feels like his dad is trying to replace him because he wasn’t good enough. and even now, isn’t that what the adult Touya is trying to prove?? that he was good enough after all?? “I’ll show you what happens when you give up on me, dad”?? “I’ll show you what I can do”?? fuck my life fuck everything

AND YOU CAN SEE THE TOLL THAT IT’S ALL TAKING ON REI GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS WELL OH GOD

really nice touch here with the panel outlines becoming all shimmery from the heat of Endeavor’s flames (and/or becoming more unstable as the family gets closer and closer to their breaking point). but man, Horikoshi I can’t handle this, please show us more cute kids or something I can’t

GKELKWFJLDKSHFLKL

WITTLE BABE. BEEB. BUBS. SMOL. lkj; oh ouch a piece of my heart just detached and latched onto him huh look at that

TODOROKI “I’M SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON AND I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE” SHOUTO AHHHHH

crazy how they all just seem to know right off the bat lol. kid doesn’t even have object permanence yet, let alone a quirk. but do they care?? IT’S THE HAIR, RIGHT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT, I’M JUST GONNA COME OUT AND SAY IT. they knew the minute they looked at him lol

AND MEANWHILE TOUYA IS OFF HAVING UNSUPERVISED TRAINING/CRYING SESSIONS IN THE MOUNTAINS OR WHATEVER, AND, UH OH

are those blue flames yet?? they seem pretty close

(ETA: this is one of the few cases where the manga being in black and white is infuriating lol.)

OH MY GOD AND STILL

so it’s not like he was so disinterested that he didn’t notice what was happening, and he was still trying to stop it and get through to him. trying to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were other things he could do with his life, but this one particular thing just wasn’t going to happen

fucking hell. it’s agonizing seeing how close they actually were to fixing it. if he’d only said the right words, or if he’d realized at this point how destructive his obsession could be to his kids, and backed off from putting that same pressure on Shouto. we came so close to possibly having a happy ending

AND ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HOW TOUYA IS LIKE THREE AND A HALF FEET TALL AND HIS DAD IS LIKE NINE AND A HALF FEET. Touya barely comes past his knees flkjlkg. the Todoroki household must have been so filled with like plastic stepstools to reach the bathroom sink and all the little baby toothbrushes, and baby gates to keep the kiddos out of the important grown-up rooms and stuff. and also days-old half-empty cups of water and stale crackers and hot wheels and my little ponies strewn everywhere

“BUT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL SAYS THEY’RE GONNA BE HEROES” a wild Deku parallel appears?? how bout that

I know this is like a pivotal moment in the Todo Tragedy and all, but fucking look at this lil dumpling

“sup bro, it’s me, the manifestation of your fears of inadequacy and lack of fatherly affections. a GAAA. ba-baAA-baa [gurgling baby sounds]”

OHHHHH IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING OH NO

HE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU ENJI. good lord somebody please just get this family some therapy

“DAD YOU IGNITED IT IN ME” flkjslkj nope, nope. not ready for this pain here

baby Shouto, would you like to weigh in on this affair? “DA!! ba-ga-daaa, [pacifier chewing noises]” oh my, you don’t say. so insightful for one so young

OH MY GODDDDDD

IT’S SO DRAMATIC BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE SHOUNEN WOOSH LINES SURROUNDING FOUR-MONTH-OLD SHOUTO LOL HE WAS LIKE THIS FROM BIRTH OH MY GOD I AM DYING HELP

SHOUTO YOU’RE RUINING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER!?!?!

“yo, the fuck kind of family was I fucking born into” oh, son. if you only knew. IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

(ETA: lmao I got so distracted by the ridiculous cuteness that I glossed over the fact that Baby Touya seems to possibly be aiming at him?? it’s hard to tell because he’s also super out of it from heatstroke and may just be losing control in his attempt to show off his upgrade.)

ANYWAY THAT’S THE END EXCEPT WHAT’S THIS LAST LINE OMG

ffffff. and we’re in for ANOTHER chapter of this next week?? MORE drama?? MORE BABIES?? MORE OF EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TOUYA’S SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT, BUT ALSO YES PLEASE SIGN ME UP

#bnha 301 #dabi #todoroki touya #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki rei #todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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langdxn · 3 years

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Hi 💕 i love your lil posts about codys boys and.. I cant stop thinking about.. how it would be to spend a night with them ? Like when its bed time and everything ? Do they cuddle you in their sleep ? I hope you understand what i mean lmaoo

aww i definitely understand! this can go both ways so there’s plenty of smutty fluff and fluffy smut incoming 🖤

Working all hours Satan sends is a tough call of duty for Fire & Reign!Michael, but his tireless efforts don’t stop as soon as he bundles through your penthouse door at 4am. Shrugging off his flowing black coat and curling it across the kitchen island, his boots clack an irregular rhythm betraying his determined strides toward the bedroom, also soon discarded beside the bed as he surveys you sleeping. His tapered lip suggests he finds the image of you exploring your distant dreamscape almost too adorable to disturb, but he’s been thinking about this all day and your dreams will just have to wait. Gently sweeping the sheets from over you, Michael slowly spreads your legs before him and dips his head between your parted thighs, warm ragged breaths grazing your clothed heat, concealed by thin cotton (but comfortable) panties. Feeling you stir awake beneath him, Michael chuckles to himself and licks an eager stripe over the cotton hiding his most prized possession. “Good morning, angel. Now what have I told you about wearing stubborn obstacles like this to bed?”

An eternal young man with the libido of a teenager, Xavier doesn’t physically require sleep and certainly doesn’t see the point in wasting precious hours simply laying between the sheets. You, on the other hand, rely on the only downside of mortality — tiredness. So when you finally cave in and return to your cabin, Xavier immediately thinks he’s on a promise and bounces into bed beside you, a grin stretched from ear to ear. Bless him, he doesn’t even recognise your telltale signs, including your comfortable pyjamas and snuggling into his chest as clear messages that sleep is on your mind, not sex. “So, you need a power nap before? I’ve got some new moves I need to show you, I — err... I saw them in a movie Chet brought with him!” Your hushed protests and reminders that you have an early class with the kids in the morning leave him to fall silent for a few minutes. “Okay so... how about now?”

After a hard day at the office, Duncan plunges into bed beside you like a lead weight. A deep exhale shrugs off his work troubles and seemingly zones him into a sleepy state, noticing your frame curled up alongside him which prompts him to mirror your shape around you. Dipping his chin into your shoulder to whisper what should be a goodnight, his voice emerges far more assertive than you expect. “You don’t have to pretend you’re sleeping, baby,” he murmurs into the nape of your neck, followed swiftly by a hand traversing your hips rolling your nightdress up to your waist. “If you want me inside you as much as I do, just move your beautiful hips for me.” Waiting somewhat impatiently for his response, Duncan bucks behind you and presses the head of his cock against your entrance, fully exposed as your legs curl up into your chest. The moment he makes contact, your hips rear back into his touch and give him all the answer he needs; Duncan smirks against your skin: “That’s my good girl.”

When you first got together, Jim couldn’t sleep without complete silence. After his parents’ constant arguments long into the early hours, he craved the simple factor of total tranquility to switch his busy mind off enough to consider falling asleep, even with his girlfriend and mental health saviour safe in his arms. As the months go on, however, his uneasiness around nighttime noise steadies, progressing from leaving the bedroom window open to soft 10-hour ASMR videos you spend weeks curating. Tonight, a stillness falls over your bed as you and Jim are four episodes into your latest true crime binge on Netflix — turning to your side, you find Jim snoozing against your shoulder, arm draped lazily over your lap as his final remaining comfort. The odd gentle snore escapes his lips as he settles into his dreams, far from the stress his life had become before you. Jim is coming back down to earth, slowly but surely.

The moment you walked into his life, Richard’s nightmares disappeared. You became a comfort blanket to the traumatised young man that once dreaded sleep. Now, Richard simply can’t sleep without his arms wrapped around you. Not too tight, but close enough that he can feel your heartbeat, whether it’s through his arm draped over you or a hand cupped gently to your chest. Your Valentine’s Day present of a mattress that splits to allow his arm to slip under you without losing blood circulation has become his most prized possession. If you drift out of his reach during the night to fetch a glass of water, soft groans hum in the bedroom until you return. The second you sink back between the sheets, Richard’s arm scoops around you and draws you into his embrace. “Mmm... missed you,” he moans sleepily, letting out a deep sigh of relief into your hair. “Missed you too much.”

#fire and reign!michael x reader #xavier plympton x reader #jim mason x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #richard x reader #the last time i saw richard #the tribes of palos verdes #house of cards #ahs apocalypse #ahs 1984 #cody fern fanfiction #cody fern imagines

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ghoulciifer · 4 years

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So heard you want Haikyuu request! So when I get mad at someone (VERY rare) I just look at them like 😠. And just kinda shun them like “dont talk to me 😠. That was rude 😠” so i just scoot away from them. I wont walk away from them, ill just go to the other side of the couch or whatever and if they try to console me im like “no! You spoiled my show 😠” and only kinda yell at them if they keep pursuing like “im mad at you” and if they touch me im like “NO! IM MAD AT YOU” is all lmao UHHH PART 2

hc: how Kageyama and Nishinoya react when their S/O gets angry

tw: none (i think?)

tags: angry!reader, haikyuu, eventual comfort/fluff, slight nsfw with noya

notes: ahsgshahajsh i’m the same way when i get angry but i CRY so much, so i kinda felt this one? but i did hc’s for this because i wanted to do it NOW. i love my boys, especially noya. ty for the request, i love you, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥

» i feel like kageyama is just permanently unaware of everything going on around him, like all this boy has on his mind is fuckin’ volleyball and you, ofc

» i also feel like this is a big reason why doesn’t have a filter sometimes... which gets him in trouble.

» you two are just chilling on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching a show you’ve been trying to catch up to him on (because he’s impatient and apparently can’t wait for you to come home smh)

» you’re halfway through a super suspenseful episode, and there’s a huge lead up to a plot twist but it’s just dragging on forEVER

» “ugh, why can’t they just show who dies, already?” you grumble under your breath, beyond irritated, huffing for good measure

» kageyama just

» nonchalantly fuckin’ spoils it

» “oh F/C/N dies, happens next episode.”

» the speed in which your head turns his way is inhuman LMAO

» you’re so angry you can’t even form words, your blood boils as it rushes to your face and your brow is furrowed so deep

» not only did your boyfriend ruin the rest of the episode but YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES??

» of course kageyama doesn’t notice your death glare until a couple seconds later, looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression

» “...what?”

» you don’t even say anything, just get up, take a deep breath, and walk as calm as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you

» meanwhile kags is still just ?? nani ??

» he leaps into action and tries talking to you through the door but once he hears the tub’s faucet running from your bathroom, he knows it’s your me time and he shouldn’t interfere

» so while you’re soaking up in a hot bath with your favorite scented candle burning at the edge of the tub, listening to your favorite playlist at a comfortable volume,

» kageyama literally sits on the couch and thinks SO HARD about what he could have possibly done wrong ahsgsgshaja this boy

» you were fine before you started watching the show, even after the show started you were quite literally all over him, so where did he go wrong?

» it finally dawns on him that your sudden mood change happened after he spilled the beans on your favorite character’s death

» insert kageyama slamming a palm to his face

» THIS DUDE FEELS SO FUCKIN’ BAD NOW

» he waits at least another 15-20 mins before creeping into the master bath to check up on you, a warm mug of your favorite tea in hand and the sweetest look on his face

» how could you still be mad at him when he’s literally doing the 🥺 face ???

» he crouches at the edge of the tub and leans forward to press a gentle kiss into your temple before setting the mug on the ledge, situating himself so his chin is laying over his folded arms, facing you

» “I’m sorry I’m an idiot... and about F/C/N. I know you liked them a lot.”

» you can’t help but giggle at how precious the moment (or the look on his face) is and you raise a hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin over his cheekbone with your damp thumb

» “It’s okay, Tobio, at least I didn’t have to see it. But next time... try not to spoil anything, okay?”

» nishinoya might seem like an air headed tornado to most, but he’s actually pretty perceptive !!

» so he’s always aware of when you’re angry, very in tune with your emotions, constantly tries his best to avoid hurting you or your feelings in anyway

» but uh... he fucks up sometimes.

» you were at your shared home, waiting for him wearing nothing but his old volleyball jersey and his favorite pair of your panties (y’know the ones, with a cute lil’ bow on the front and less fabric in the back ;0)

» there wasn’t really any special occasion but you both made it very clear during a suggestive text conversation earlier in the day that you were going to jump each other’s bones as soon as you got home

» he did let you know he needed to stop by tanaka’s after work to pick something up, but you figured that wouldn’t take long at all, right?

» wrong

» you’ve been nestled in the same spot on the couch for hours, the sun no longer shining into the living room, and you were absolutely steaming from the ears in wait for your boyfriend

» you honestly weren’t even in the mood anymore the longer time dragged on, the show you put on doing nothing to distract you from your aggravation

» eventually you hear the familiar jiggle of your front door and the clanking of keys being hung on the rack before footsteps head your way

» you keep the blanket in your lap wrapped around your waist and sit up, arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly with narrowed eyes

» “Hey, baby! I missed you all da-“

» he tried leaning down for a kiss but you pressed your hand against his lips before they got close enough

» noya is confused for a split second before he notices you’re wearing the one piece of clothing you know will get you laid when you wear it

» “...fuck.”

» “Actually, no, not anymore.”

» you get up from the couch and side step around him, ignoring the way his fingertips brush against your wrist in a failed attempt to grab it

» once you make it to your bedroom you lock yourself in the bathroom to change clothes, wash your face, let your hair down, etc.

» the running water lets noya know you’re starting your nightly routine, and there’s no way you’re doing anything after that

» he’s very aware that you just need to cool off, you got your point across and all that remained was the recovery process

» so he decides to use this time to get himself in his sleep clothes as well and situate the bed in the most comfortable set up possible, the way he knows you like it

» also grabs a snack or two from the kitchen and sets it on your nightstand in case you do decide to talk it out instead of going straight to bed

» he patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom as he holds onto the stuffed koala he won for you at some fair years ago HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T ALDJSHSJAK

» when you finally do come out, donning an old pair of his sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hair brushed and face clean, his face instantly softens

» bc he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look in moments like this 🥺

» once you see the look in his eyes and the stuffed toy in his arms, it’s all over, my guy - you don’t even remember why you were upset in the first place

» you climb on the bed and settle on top of him, head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped underneath his shoulders while he runs his hands up and down your spine, koala bear long forgotten

» “I’m sorry I was out so late, babygirl, I lost track of time... I’ll make it up to you whenever you want, okay? and I’ll hold you like this if you just wanna go to bed.” He finally says after a comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head as he finishes.

» your heart practically melts and suddenly you want to be the one comforting him

» “It’s okay, Yuu. I love you so much.” you lift your head from his chest to give him a sweet kiss as he reciprocates the phrase against your lips

» the kiss lasts much longer than intended and grows in intensity - next thing you know, he’s got you flipped over with his hands sneaking under your shirt to explore your soft skin, mouth latched onto your neck

» his hands wander to the waistband of the sweats resting over your hips and when his fingertips brush over the familiar texture of lace, he looks up at you with the MOST excited look

» “You kept them on?? FOR ME??”

#i went a lil overboard with noya’s but i cant help it #i just love him sm #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama fic #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya headcanons #kageyama headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #hofortendou hc’s

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gingerwritess · 4 years

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Do you have any hcs about the first time Loki gets into a fight with Elliot and/or Frigg? Because let's face it, no matter how much parents and children might love each other, they're bound to have a serious fight at some point.

quarantine, please be good to us.

this includes mentions of bullying (jotun/colour related), lil bit of yummy angst all wrapped up in familial love and understanding

Elliot is a precious little thing.

Pure, innocent, unmolded clay. He looks like his father, talks like his father, has the brains of his father…and is starting to gain the height of his father, too.

Your little boy is growing up.

He came home with a cut on his cheek one day when he was around ten years old. “There was a snake at the park,” he explained as you held ice to the bump, watching your baby turn blue again as the coolness hits his skin.

“It bit your face?” You made a mental note to have a discussion with Loki about how friendly he is in regards to the rather dangerous creatures.

“Nah…” Elliot looked ashamed, you remember that clearly. “Some older kids were pokin’ it. Said they wanted to stab it and-and squish it’s guts out.”

He shuddered on the kitchen counter, feet dangling.

“The snake wasn’t hurtin’ anyone, and all I could think of was how much dad likes snakes, and I didn’t want to see them hurt it. I didn’t mean to start a fight, mom, I swear it was an accident–”

You hugged him tight, tucking his head under your chin. “I know you didn’t,” you assured him, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks, mom.” Patches of his blue skin had started to return to normal and he hopped off the counter, running off to his room before you could say another word.

You weren’t too worried when he began to come home with scraped up knees and blood running down from scrapes in his arm, because Elliot swore up and down that he had just fallen off his bike, run too fast and fell, tripped going down the porch steps…but by the fourth “clumsy” excuse you didn’t believe him and called in the professional.

“I think Elliot is lying to me.”

Loki just laughs, actually, not the response you were hoping for. “And you’re surprised, my love?”

“Well, he’s always been an honest kid!” You give his waist a squeeze. “But today he said he fell off the swingset, and I just…that doesn’t seem right.”

He’s silent as he thinks, holding your head closer against his chest.

“I’m just worried about him,” you whisper, reaching for the blanket. “I know you don’t like to get in his head, but…”

“I will,” Loki sighs, and he presses his lips to your forehead. “Just to see if he is telling the truth. Then as the biggest hypocrite of the milenia, I’ll tell him not to lie.”

“I love you, my god of lies.”

“…precisely.”

Sure enough, two days later your son sneaks through the back door with a swollen eye. He doesn’t make it far on tiptoe and whirls around when you clear your throat, clapping a hand over his eye with a guilty grin.

“H-hey mom…”

“What happened to your eye?” You tug his hand away, inspecting the puffy lid and cut through his eyebrow. “Tell me the truth.”

He pauses when you say that, mouth partially open as he struggles to decide what to say. “I fell off my bike again,” he answers firmly, but you can tell in his eyes he doesn’t mean it. “I was riding near a—”

His face twists and the kid recoils, some unseen force making him shrivel up and he clutches his ears, shaking his head as his back slams into the wall.

A coldness settles in the air when Loki stands up from the table, walking over to his son and crossing his arms. “That’s a lie, Elliot.”

“No, you promised, dad,” your son pleads, grabbing Loki’s arm. “You promised to stay out of my head, you promised not to read my—”

“—and you promised to tell the truth.” Loki’s voice is gentle but stern, icy and you almost feel bad for Elliot having to be on the receiving end of this scolding. “You promised me I wouldn’t have to.”

Tears are already welling in the boy’s eyes, and he sinks to the floor before the two of you, shoulders trembling.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he sobs, hiding his face in his hands, and you notice his fingertips starting to turn blue. “I didn’t want to lie but they know, dad, they know about me ‘n you and-and today they called mom a really bad word and I told them to stop—

Not expecting that, Loki quickly crouches next to his son, a hand on his shoulder. “Easy, Elliot, it’s alright…we’ll listen to you, of course. Come here.”

He catches your eye, wide and worried; you know Elliot can be a bit…sensitive, but that was enough of a reaction to shake you to your core.

What in the world?

The two of you lead him to the couch, and he angrily swipes at his eyes and tries to pull himself together.

“There’s…there’s these kids,” he sniffs, not looking either of you in the eye. “They’re huge, dad, huge and beefy and-and muscles like Thor’s, really, and they always yell at me when I’m outside and—”

Your heart sinks.

“It’s alright,” Loki promises, pulling Elliot under his arm. “Just breathe, you’re alright. Do you have any idea why they are picking on you?”

The kid sniffs again, dropping his head to his hands. “They say I’m tiny. Call me wimpy. Guess…guess that makes me an easy t-target.”

“Elliot…” you run a hand through his curls, scooting closer and hugging him too. “That doesn’t matter, they can’t—”

“But I am!” He lifts his head and his eyes burn red. “I’m tiny, mom, I’m a runt and I’m little and I’ve got no muscle and one day I’m gonna-gonna snap like a twig.”

“Did those other kids tell you that?”

He nods, wiping his nose. “They know I’m blue, too, they like to sneak up ‘n drop ice cubes down the back of my shirt just to make me…make me…y’know.”

His voice cracks and dissolves into silent sobs.

“Oh, Elliot.” Heart aching, you pull him into your arms.

“That shouldn’t matter,” Loki gently tells him, holding out an open hand to his son that’s turning blue as well. “Yes, we’re different, Elliot, but that doesn’t make us any less worthy of—”

“I hate it.”

Loki’s blue hand drops to his thigh, empty.

“Elliot,” you quickly cut in, “don’t say anything you’ll regret.”

“Why not? It’s true,” he spits, hands furiously shaking and, much to everyone’s chagrin, slowly splotching with blue. “I’m a monster, I’m a mutant and I hate it.”

“We aren’t anything more than a different colour, that doesn’t—”

“Stop saying we, dad!” Elliot shoots to his feet, a finger in Loki’s face. “It was ‘we’ when I was a baby, and you could just–just show me off, but this isn’t we. This is me, and people hurting me, and I’m too freaking weak to even learn how to fight back, and–and I didn’t ask for this.”

“None of us did, Elliot.”

“No,” your son chokes, “you did ask for this. You asked for a kid, and well, you got me. This is it. Me, the animal, the runt, your mutant blue baby who can’t find an ounce of control over anything in his life, but it’s okay, it’s cute.”

“Elliot…”

He shakes his head, eyes clenched shut to fight back the tears.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, then turns and runs to his room, slamming the door behind him.

The silence in the room sits heavy.

“Loki?”

You break it with a gentle question, turning to your husband to find tears silently streaking his face.

“Oh, my love, my Loki.”

You pull him into an embrace, one he doesn’t return, slowly pushing you away to look at you.

“I knew he was a mistake,” he quietly confesses. “We shouldn’t have had children.”

“Don’t you dare say that.”

“But look what I’ve done to him—”

“Shut up.”

You stand abruptly, holding out a firm hand to pull Loki to his feet with you. “We’re going to go talk to him,” you decide, “until he can see how much he’s loved.”

Not giving your husband a moment to respond, you pull him along behind you straight to Elliot’s room.

Elliot is still crying, crying quietly into his pillow with the rest of his body curled as tightly as possible, leaving you and Loki plenty of space to lay on either side of him and curl just as tightly around him.

The contact does seem to help, you note, and he takes a great shuddering breath when you smooth a hand through his curls.

“My sweet boy,” you murmur, and press a kiss to his temple. “Don’t let the light inside you die.”

“I don’t think–I don’t think there’s any light in me,” he thickly replies between sniffles.

“That’s bullshit.”

A wet, teary laugh leaves his lips for a split second.

“I’m serious,” you smile, “that’s complete bullshit, and your father will one hundred percent back me up on that.”

Loki nods and takes Elliot’s hand. “It’s bullshit.”

“You are…a beacon of light,” you promise him, holding him tighter. “I’ve never known someone with as pure a heart as yours, and to see these bullies trying to rip it from you breaks my heart.”

Loki lays down beside his son, turning to face him and bring his hand to his heart. “And you are right. We asked for you and we were gifted with you, our beautiful, sweet, incredible child, so please don’t push us away.”

Elliot sniffs, blinking away tears as you smooth a hand over his hair, and Loki presses his forehead to his son’s.

“Please let us help you.”

More sniffles, his thin body trembling, and your son slowly nods.

“I need to learn to control it,” he mutters, eyes squeezed shut. “I have no power over myself.”

Loki nods, giving his delicate hands a squeeze. “I’ll double my efforts. We can figure this out, alright?”

Another tiny nod.

Sandwiched between the two of you, Elliot sneaks an arm around Loki’s chest, hugging him close against him while his other arm holds tightly to yours, the one around him.

“Don’t let go,” he whispers. “Please.”

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asthmark · 4 years

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❝ lucky ❞, z.c

pairing → chenle, reader

genre → fluff, angst? a lil??

word count → 3.1k (woah!!)

summary → "you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it?"

a/n → this is 1000% inspired by this pic that dropped yesterday like.....chenle looked so good it reminded me why i bias him!!!! anyway i kind of like this it has rich chenle and daddy issues thats all xoxo (also i did not proofread like at all so if theres any typos it was taeil's fault lol)

everyone in the room is utterly unbearable.

you understand it's rude to think so but you're sure that if you were to tell any of them this they would instantly agree with you. of course, you would never do that. because you're a ceo's daughter; you're not allowed to have an opinion that would make you look imprudent, rude or anything less of perfect.

so what do you do? you smile. you make small talk. you try your best to ignore your sore feet that are confined in your pumps and the way your dress rides up your butt. your lack of manners could not and would not be the reason your father missed out on any chance to make some more money. he made that very clear to you. after all, the only reason he dragged you along to all these house parties was so you could make make a stellar impression. he wanted all the businessmen in the room to remember mr. l/n and his charming young daughter when they got in their limousines and drove back home so that they'd remember when they discussed mergers and new projects.

you were never comfortable with the idea of your father essentially using you as some sort of accessory but you sometimes went days on end without seeing him so you took what time you could get. of course, helping him build his empire and boost his reputation wasn't your preferred daddy-daughter activity but you would never tell him that. it would just cause problems in your already rocky relationship and you certainly didn't need that.

"y/n." speak of the devil. "why don't you make conversation with the other guests? or better yet, come talk to these investors. i'm sure they'd love to meet you."

you know exactly what your father means by that so you try to find a reason to decline. anything would be better than watching him suck up to anyone with deep pockets and try to get you to do the same. "um." you repress a relieved sigh when you catch sight of yuna entering and handing her coat to a housekeeper. "actually i see my friend over there. i think i'll just go talk to her."

he frowns and you realize his face seems to be permanently stuck like that when he was around you. you can't remember the last time you'd seen an authentic smile from him. you suppose that was reserved for when he was trying to seal a deal.

"just behave yourself," he says. he leans into your ear. "remember, people are watching."

then he's gone, leaving you standing alone for a split second before yuna comes and takes his place.

"hey!" she draws out the word for dramatic effect.

"hi," you respond, your greeting lacking the enthusiasm hers held. she wasn't your favorite person but it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't observing your every move. it gave you a break from the ridiculous standards everyone else seemed to hold you to.

she brushes her bangs out of her eyes as she sized you up. "ooh, i love your heels! how much?"

"like 15 bucks." her jaw drops and you can't help but giggle. "yeah, i bought them at a thrift store. just don't tell my dad."

she grins. "wow, i always thought thrifting was for poor people but i just might have to check it out now."

that was the thing about yuna. she was stupid rich and she wouldn't have it any other way. she loved designer brands and houses so big you could get lost in them. you didn't blame her for any of that but it was the fact that she didn't mind the stuffy dinner parties and being shown off that was a little puzzling to you. unlike you, she had perfected her fake laugh and polite small talk long ago and sometimes you wondered if she really did care about all these companies and powerful men. but you know that as long as she gets to wear her thousand dollar dresses and go home to her cozy mansion, she'll be happy. she did what it took to keep her lavish lifestyle and was a little too materialistic for your liking and you guess that's where you and her are different.

you finally answer her. "yeah, definitely. it's a lot of fun."

her eyes light up. "we should go together one of these days!"

your silence is definitely too long but thankfully, yuna doesn't notice. her short attention span had caused her to focus on something else—more specifically, someone.

"oh my god," she says. "who is that?"

a boy who looks around your age has appeared, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a suit. the older man is more put together by far but you still can't help but stare at who you assume to be his son. he's wearing a black jacket on top of a striped shirt and you notice that chains hang from his neck. a belt holds up a pair of dark and tight pants. and, god, is he wearing converse?

you can't help but crack a smile at that. you envy his comfortable look; you would trade all the chanel and prada in the world just to wear a t-shirt and pair of sneakers and not have everyone in the room judge you for it. but his outfit isn't the only thing you admire. he must have crazy amounts of confidence to show up looking like he does when being surrounded by so many managers, executives, and company heads. you can only imagine what they're thinking and yet, the boy didn't seem to care or look uncomfortable in the slightest. in fact, he seems oddly at ease, his eyes scanning the room. at one point his eyes sweep over you and you lock eyes.

you watch as he brushes his bangs out of his face, almost like he's trying to get a better look at you. you only stare back, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. he offers you a half smile, his eyes squinting slightly and cheeks growing. you can't help but smile back, noticing just how the stranger's had an adorable baby face.

he looks away when he notices his father gravitating towards a group of businessmen and follows him. you almost wonder if he was in the same position as you were, if he was nothing but a poster child who was shown off at every event and party there was. then you notice how his father holds him tightly and smiles widely—genuinely—when he introduces him to others.

your father never did that. he wouldn't let you wear clothes like that either. you could only assume that this boy and his father were different from the rest of you. maybe they sat down and had dinner together everyday? talked to each other about their day? you almost throw the idea out of your head completely because it seems just too foreign to you.

"oh my god," yuna says. that seemed to be her favorite phrase. "i've never seen them before. what do you think they're doing here?"

you shrug. "maybe they're new to town?"

she hums. you both stay silent, observing the pair before yuna seems to grow impatient. "well i'm gonna go meet them. i can't handle being out of the loop. wanna come?"

you say agree. you feel obligated to. for the first time in forever you're actually interested in something at one of these dull parties, you're not going to stand around and just watch.

you approach the newcomers, both your fathers and a couple other businessmen conversing with them. you wonder if they've already asked them how much they're worth or if they had the decency to wait a minute before sticking their noses in their business. but, you knew how people like them operated; decency was way too much to ask.

"hi daddy!" yuna enters the conversation swiftly.

"hi, sweetheart," her father responds, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "this is my precious daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to yuna. "he and his son are visiting us all the way from our china branch. yuna, introduce yourself."

she doesn't need to be told twice. "hello, i'm yuna. i'm 17 years old and i'm studying at daewon preparatory. we're glad to have you here.it's a pleasure to meet you both."

mr. zhong smiles fondly at her. "the pleasure is all mine, young lady. what a beautiful daughter you have, mr. shin. she seems very capable."

yuna's father pulls her close to him, smiling at mr. zhong then her. "she sure is." you catch the subtle wink he throws her way, a silent 'good job' for that cute little introduction she did which was sure to score them some popularity points with the zhongs.

your father pulls you close to him and wraps an arm around your figure. both mr. zhong and mr. shin seem to be quite the fans of physical contact and although your father was not, you know that if that's what it took to make a good impression, he would become one, at least for the night.

"this is my daughter, mr. zhong." he turns to you and you take it as a cue to say something.

"hello, mr. zhong. i'm y/n." your introduction ends there and you feel your dad's grip on your arm tighten, indicating how unsatisfied he was with your brief answer.

you catch mr. zhong's son smile for the second time that night. although there is no mysterious eye contact this time, just a cute boy probably making fun of your lame introduction.

"well, how old are you, y/n?" mr. zhong asks, making conversation for you.

"i'm eighteen."

"oh, so is my son! isn't that right, chenle?"

his son—chenle—nods.

"well, i think we should leave the children to become acquainted. what do you think, gentlemen?"

everyone seems to agree. then, all that's left is the three of you.

to your surprise, chenle speaks first and it's a reintroduction. "i'm chenle."

you copy him. "i'm y/n."

"and i'm yuna. so, you're from china right?" she doesn't give him a chance to respond. "i read that there are over four million millionaires there. are you one of them?"

he furrows his brows and you can't help but sigh at yuna's question. she was fixed on the money aspect of things, as usual.

"i guess," he says, giving it little thought.

she practically squeals. "you're probably one of the youngest in the country! have you ever thought about that?"

"not really. i don't really like to think about money or these companies or big shot business dudes or any of that," he says, bluntly. "i mean, it would just make me feel more privileged than i already am. besides, it's all just a big headache. i'll leave it for the old man."

yuna's face falls and you hold in a laugh.

you finally chime in. "you know what, i have to agree. so much money can drive a person crazy. sometimes it even goes straight to their heads."

chenle can't hold back his amused snort. both him and yuna know exactly who you're referring to.

she wastes no time defending herself. "but, with reason y/n. to be fair, only 1% of millionaires are under 35 and here i am at 16."

you restrain yourself from scoffing. "well i'm sure the other 99% of the population doesn't get things handed to them on a silver platter by their daddy, yuna."

she stares you down, her huge, hazel eyes never leaving your e/c ones. "i think it'd be best if i excused myself. i'm going to go find my father, if you both don't mind."

"not at all," chenle mumbles as you both watch her stomp away.

you exhale loudly. "i knew i was gonna snap one of these days."

"well, if you didn't i would have," chenle responds.

"frankly, i don't regret a thing," you say, turning back to his smiling face.

"mm, and what if she tells daddy?" he inquires, folding his arms.

you playfully raise a brow. "i'll have you know, i'm one of the 1% of millionaires that are under 35, i think i have the advantage."

he giggles. "oh god, that was unbelievable. where did she even get those numbers from?"

"i have no idea but it was just… painful to watch. i'm gonna need a breath of fresh air after that."

he nods in agreement and you both walk towards the nearby balcony. you step outside, the breeze whipping your hair all over the place and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"you know," he begins before silence can settle upon you two for too long. "i was really hoping there would be someone around my age here tonight. and i don't know if you usually come to these things or if you don't but either way, i am so glad you're here."

this comment reminds you of the way he had stared you down upon arriving and it makes your face feel a little warm despite the cool air of the night. "'cause i'm the only thing standing between you and a wonderful night with yuna."

"oh i'm sure it would've been real wonderful." he gives you a 'yeah right' look. "we couldn't even hang around each other for more than five minutes, i'm positive it would've been a long night."

you nod. "every night with her is. usually she's the only person i end up talking to at these things and let me just say, i think she's more money-hungry than all the men in there combined."

chenle whistles, lowly. "combined? that's dangerous."

"yeah, she takes after daddy," you mutter, picking at your nail polish that has begun to peel.

"what a relief you don't," he says. "or else i think i would have thrown myself off this balcony by now."

"well, you don't have to worry about that. you and i are on the same boat. money doesn't interest me all that much. definitely not to that extent."

"what does interest you?" chenle asks, turning his attention to you instead of the city lights in the distance.

you shrug. "i haven't figured it out yet. i'm too busy trying to be perfect. and i have a long way to go. just ask my dad, he seems to have really strong opinions on the matter."

"oh, i get it," he says. "you're so focused on being the perfect daughter that you haven't figured out what's going on in there." he wiggles his finger around your forehead.

"i just… want to make him happy. i want to see him smile because of me. even if 'me' is that daughter he expects me to be. i'm okay with being her. i'll take it."

chenle furrows his eyebrows and suddenly he doesn't seem to get it anymore. "you really... become an entirely different person? just for him? i mean, you seem like a good daughter. i don't understand that, y/n."

"and you won't understand, chenle," you respond. "because your dad loves you. he lets you wear your edgy clothes to business parties and doesn't worry about what everyone else is gonna think. he doesn't worry about first impressions, he doesn't force you to become someone else for strangers. he doesn't put any business deal above you. he doesn't chose his job over you, chenle and that's great. i'm so happy that's not the case with you. but it is for me. and when you know that the only time your dad is going to want anything to do with you is when you can help him make a quick buck or good impression, you resort to facades and doing anything you can to make him appreciate you. just a little."

chenle's arms envelop your shivering figure before you can say another word. his hands run up and down your arms and his chin rests atop your head. he inhales deeply, taking in your wonderful scent. he knows it's probably some off the wall expensive perfume.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he mumbles into your coconut scented locks. "i'm sorry that you have to do that and that i won't ever be able to understand it. you just deserve… so much more than that. do you realize how true that must be for a boy you just met today to see it? and it breaks my heart that your own father doesn't because you really shouldn't have to suffer through that. he doesn't have his priorities straight but that shouldn't be an excuse for him to neglect his own daughter." he detaches from you so he can look directly into your glossy eyes, holding you at an arm's length away. "and he has no idea what he's missing out on, y/n. you're so headstrong, so humble and so much more than just a pretty face or someone's daughter. and if he can't treat you like the incredible individual you are then...." he exhales and you catch his breath blow in the air. "then please let me."

your bottom lip is quivering. you had never heard such nice words. and you don't have the slightest idea what he means by that last bit but you still nod and jump right back into his arms. because you have decided that's where you feel safest. where you can be yourself, freely and unapologetically.

"the second i walked in this place, i hated it," he mumbles and a laugh escapes your lips. "but then i saw you. and it got a little better. then i met you. and it got a lot better. we just met but i already can't seem to get enough of you, y/n." he chuckles as if he can't believe it himself. "you must be something really special. and i have the privilege of seeing that."

you move away from his chest and look up at him. your hands thread through his tufts of hair that match the darkness of the night sky. his hands stay planted firmly at his waist. you feel like he has no intention of letting go. you would be lying if you said you did either. and neither of you seem to have a problem with it.

"i can't wait for you to finally feel what it's like to be treated how you deserve. and i can't wait to be the guy to show you. i am so, so lucky."

you smile, your teeth on display. "i'm actually so glad i came tonight. that is definitely a first."

he laughs. "speaking of firsts..." he trails off, shyly.

you raise a brow, just to tease him a bit. "what are you getting at, mr. zhong?"

he knows you're joking yet his heart pounds as he leans in and asks for permission to kiss you. "may i, ms. l/n?"

"you may," you respond, meeting him halfway.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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Ok, fucker. I keep thinking about your HORSECOCK IN A BOX 🖕. So now, I’d love to hear your smuttiest ass thoughts and worst possible puns for your AU guys and also for regular old Detective Flip as to what special gift they’d each give you for Christmas!

@safarigirlsp GOOD FUCKING LORD I LOVE THESE CRACK AU’S I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THEM LMAO! I LOVED HORSECOCK IN A BOX WITH ALL MY HEART AND YA KNOW WHAT.... IT’S FUCKING CANON CLYDE FIGHT ME ON THAT🤣

SO NOW ONTO BUSINESS *CRACKS KNUCKLES* LET’S GET THIS SHIT TRAIN A MOVIN’

Worst possible puns that have arisen in my thoughts for Cpt. Blowhole:

- “I’m gonna blow my load so deep in your cunts gonna be swimmin’ in semen, whore!”

- “I’ll storm your shores so good I won’t need to pillage your village!”

- “I want ya ta wail on my whale sized cock, slut!”

- “Well, well, well, would ya have a look see over here, ma cock’s at half mast.... ya wanna help me out with that, Y/N?”

- “I’ll be 7,000 leagues into your pussy by breakfast, whore.”

- “Captain’s about ta blow lil’ lady!” (IT’S MY STAPLE I HAD TO ADD THIS AGAIN IM DEAD 💀)

- “I don’t need a map to explore your Seven Seas, Y/N.”

- “How many pieces of Eight you think I could stuff in that tight lil’ cunt of yours, whore?”

- “This massive Kraken is gonna split this pretty pussy in half!”

- “Yes, Y/N, sing your siren song on my massive cock!”

- “Well blow me the fuck down, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight!”

THE GIFT OL’ CAP WOULD GIVE YOU FOR XMAS: a gaping asshole filled with his millions of salty swimmers

I FUCKING HATE MYSELF SO MUCH RN.... SO LET’S CONTINUE THIS FUCKIN’ CRACK HEAD BULLSHIT SHALL WE?

Worst possible puns that have come about for This Is Sparta:

- “I’m gonna breed you until you provide me a full phalanx of my seed.”

- “Spread your legs, Y/N, I wanna see Pandora’s Box.”

- “Keep that seed nice and warm for me my perfect goddess. I wouldn’t want my sons to be dripping out of those gorgeous folds of yours.”

- “You’re gonna take my seed so deep inside you, you’ll be puking up my children by the end of this night!”

- “My dove, your walls close in on me so well the Gods envy that I get to fuck you every night of this existence.”

- “Bend over, Y/N, I wanna see you take my warrior in your tight little hole.”

- “You like knowing that all of my men want to have you for their own? You want me to mark you with my seed so they know who you belong to?”

THE PRECIOUS GIFT HE’D BESTOW ON HIS LADY LOVE: BIG triplet boys (FUCKIN’ HUGE BABIES LIKE GARGANTUAN)

AND FOR THE FINALE OF THIS HORRIBLE FEVER DREAM...

Worst possible puns that have rustled their way yonder from Huckleberry’s dirty mouth:

- “I’m gonna hogtie and throw your ass on the back of my horse if ya don’t behave yourself, slut.”

- “Ya know I love it when ya beg for this cock a mine, Y/N.”

- “What did I say about bein’ a fuckin’ brat? Ya need me ta choke it out of you on my cock, whore?”

- “No one likes a naughty girl... ‘cept for me.” *WINK WINK* *FLICK OF A CIGARETTE*

- “Aw darlin’, ya know I love when ya whinny for my schlong.”

- “Ya like pain, slut?” *puts cigarette out on your back while your tied up on the bed* “I’m gonna mark you up so no other rustler can have ya.”

- “I’m your fuckin’ Huckleberry, slut. Bend the fuck over like I told ya to.” *shoves his revolver up your puckered asshole*

- “You’re gonna keep that goddamn seed in your pussy,” *shoves four fingers up into seal the deal* “not a fuckin’ drop had better fall out or so help me, darlin’.”

THE GIFT OF STUFFING THAT THIS PRECIOUS COWBOY BESTOWS ON US: rugburn, cigarette welts, and a Shibari kink

NOW ONTO PART TWO OF THIS FIRE THAT’S A BURNIN’... THE PUNS FROM GOOD OL’ RELIABLE HIMSELF....

DETECTIVE PHILLIP “FLIP” BDE ZIMMERMAN

Worst puns that have come up in my thorough research of his character:

- “Ya really want to bribe a detective into some activities, Y/N?” *showing up at the precinct in a lil’ black number and heels to sweeten him up before his nightshift*

- “You’re gonna take this cock in as many fuckin’ ways as I can make you cum, you understand me, slut?” *practically crying from every single angle he tries on you that night*

- “Show everyone who the fuck you belong to, Y/N.” *fucking up into you as he watches your face contort in full pleasure on top of him* (a CLASSIC Flip one-liner)

- “Put your hands behind your back, ma’am, you’re under arrest... for stealing my heart.” (OMFG I THREW UP BUT THIS IS CANON)

- “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, whore.” *watching the tears roll down your cheeks as he edges you for the remainder of the night*

- “You want me to stuff this pussy full of me? You’re gonna be sloshin’ around the house for days you’ll be so damn full of me.” *the moan emitting from deep in your chest cavity spurring him to spray his seed all over your walls, the warmth channeling through your uterus as you feel him reach into your body with his throbbing cock*

- “Keep that nice a safe for me, Y/N.” *stuffs his half hard cock back into your sopping cunt after he’s had you on your back for the majority of the day* “You’re such a good girl for me, honey.” *pets your head while you wail into the bedroom, your guts having been rearranged the entire day while you’d been strapped to the mattress*

WHAT CANON FLIP GIVES US FOR THE HOLIDAYS: a limp and dislocated hips (also maybe necklace or some earrings he saw at the store when he was buying milk during his lunch break)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I LOVE TUESDAYS! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE ASKS I LITERALLY LOVE WRITING THESE CRACK HEAD THOTS! MERRY CHRYSLER EVERYONE AND MAKE SURE TO GET STUFFED LIKE A STOCKING THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, COURTESY OF CPT. BLOWHOLE!🥴

#this au kills me #merry chrysler #flip zimmerman smut #flip zimmerman request #flip zimmerman imagine #i personally love captain blowhole #this is sparta #im your huckleberry

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sourestlemon · 4 years

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So. I made a bet with my friend that I could get through Omegaverse Haikyuu fanfiction because he says I can’t so if I read https://archiveofourown.org/works/13330632/chapters/30514041 that I’m going to get free icecream and twenty bucks.

But still, Bokuaka! Bokuaka is beautiful, I should rant about it more actually

This is me talking about this fic as I read, so it’ll be updated until I finish

Note, I’ve finished and it’s very very long. You’ve been warned

There’s my review and meta at the end of this as well as some critiques

Spoilers ahead.

“The Jewel of Seijou”

THE WHAT NOW

IWAOIIII

Bokuaka is so fucking cute dear god.

Oh. It’s sinful now

Ushijima better stop throwing shade at my boi’s

“"I can't believe you all think that you can go against the crown and live!" Ushishima says silencing them all. The alpha was slowly emitting his pheromones wanting to show them all his superiority. No one said a word against him. "Toru! I didn't know you'll be as lowly to use your family name to gather us here!" The alpha seethed to the omega that could have been his wife. Iwazumi hackles raised and bared his lips at the beginning of a growl. "And you!" Ushijima turned to Bokuto full on emitting his pheromones making the rest of the alpha's shoulder hackle cautiously and Oikawa to cling at Iwazumi. But Bokuto meet Ushijima calmly, unfazed by the bloodlust while Akaashi was frozen to his spot but didn't show any emotion.”

So what we get out of this paragraph is

1) Bitchy Ushi. I love Ushijima don’t get me wrong he’s precious but like. This fic Ushijima? Son of a bitch walking up in here like “Toru! How dare you be so lowly—“ and fucking trying to dominate everyone.

2) Protective Iwaizumi. Protect the precious Seijou Jewel. Do it, fight for him, protect him he’s scared.

3) Is Ushijima salty because Oikawa didn’t choose him? Oh god, he is isn’t he.

4) Akaashi’s go to emotion isn’t emotion.

5) Shits about to go down, Bokuto is gonna flip eventually, if Ushi threatens anyone—it’d probably be Oikawa or Akaashi seeing as they’re omega’s—I can see Bokuto and Iwaizumi just flipping their shit.

God I’m way to invested. Why did I read this

USHIJIMA IS A COWARDLY LITTLE BITCH IN THIS FIC, STAB HIM HINATA

D O I T

Awww Kageyama cares, Tsukki cares

OH MY GOD TENDOU!

More people came surrounding them. "What the hell," Akaashi recognized Iwazumi's voice.

Iwaizumi’s reaction is the only respectable reaction.

Wait this has major character death in the tags

Fuck

Everyone has decided that Oikawa and Akaashi must be defended but just once I want them to flip their shit and kill someone. Just once.

Bokuto, Lev and Iwaizumi all want to protect Oikawa but Iwaizumi doesn’t even fucking trust em.

Why does everyone act like Nishinoya not wanting to move on so quickly is a bad thing? It’s perfectly reasonable and I hate how everyone is like “What’s wrong with you, do you not like us?” And getting super standoffish or snappish simply because Nishinoya loves Asahi so much and doesn’t want to feel like they didn’t need him.

I really don’t like how Nishinoya/Tanaka/Ennoshita became a thing in this fic. It would be cute if it didn’t just happen because Nishinoya was desperate and if he wasn’t he wouldn’t have fucked Tanaka.

Oh dear god I don’t want Kenma to die.

Oh thank god it’s okay.

Fuck I forgot they had boobs

Did Bokuto almost name the Kuroken baby Oya but changed last minute?

BO ISN’T COMING BACK IS HE?????????

I’m feelin a little sniffly. I might fucking cry over an Omegaverse fic. Oh how the mighty have fallen

Oh my god the stars. I don’t think Bo is coming back y’all. I’m so nervous

The fuckin royals aren’t getting Keiji. No. Nuh-uh FUCK THAT SHIT

THAT’S BOKUTO’S MATE STAY AWAY FROM HIM

-cue mac worrying about oikawa because seijou is allied with fukurodani and an easy way to tear seijou away from the alliance is to kidnap oikawa and iwaizumi might split to keep him safe and ushi fucking knows this and possibly tendou also oiks is pretty as fuck-

BOKUTO IS OKAY!

Iwaizumi making Bokuto promise to save Oikawa if things went to shit makes me so worried but the same time his lil speech made my IwaOi heart so happy.

Suga bby...

BOKUTO JUST KILLED A FUCKING CHILD

Tendou, Ushijima I never thought I’d say this but I fucking hate them right now. They better not hurt the other best Boi’s.

Ushijima is salty as fuck confirmed.

"You truly are a piece of art," Ushijima said gently ...."But not as beautiful as him," the alpha muttered as he threw the omega to the floor.

So, this little snippet sent disgusting shivers down my spine for two reasons.

1) Ushijima just yeeted Akaashi, my son and

2) Any reader knows who the ‘he’ Ushi is talking about is, the only person in this book who is said to be as beautiful as Akaashi. You guessed it, the boi who rejected Ushi-fucking-jima, Jewel of Seijou himself Oikawa Tooru.

The thing that grosses me out the most about this paragraph just on its own is that Ushijima is either guessing about what Oikawa looks like, or he actually knows which overall just gives me the heebie jeebies because Oikawa definitely didn’t want that. What makes my skin crawl in this little snippet is what Ushijima would do when if he got his angry little hands on Oikawa—or Iwaizumi, but Iwa would probably be killed or used as a bargaining chip.

Hmmmmm, I’m pretty sure Ushi is in love with Tendou but the beauty statement still stands possibly???? Unless specified otherwise, because Akaashi and Oikawa are canonically considered the most beautiful people in the fic.

Also this entire chapter just makes me feel so gross, fuck Ushijima man. Fuck him.

My Ushijima loving heart hurts reading this fic.

I just want Akaashi and Oikawa to straight up kill someone. Please, anyone who I don’t care about

I FUCKING SEE THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING AND I DON’T LIKE IT

FUCK

NOT BOKUTO

WAIT IS HE ALIVE

I WANNA SEE MY LITTLE BOY

HERE HE COMES

I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY

"I came right on time," Bokuto forced out his voice cracking with emotion. "Now I can engulf you in my arms and brighten your days despite the absence of the sun. You will no longer have to endure the cold winters alone. I'll be with you, I be there for you and our child," The alpha vowed his hands itching in need.

"Are you going to leave us again?" Akaashi needed to know. The omega already knew that he wouldn't be able to survive being apart from the alpha. He knew that he wouldn't win the battle with the overwhelming loneliness.

"The seas could dry up, the mountains could turn to pebbles, the trees could die and the whole world could be on fire and I still won't leave your side."

That was all Akashi needed to hear as he leaped into his alphas arm and let go of all the pain he has held in

I’m not crying I swear

They walked together side by side and Akaashi finally faced them. They were both beaten, bloody, and torn butinstead of feeling satisfaction he felt remorse. They both looked at him with soft, wide eyes, and he realized that this was the moment they were waiting for. They wanted to see the child that they both desperately wanted and Akaashi decided to give them a parting gift.

Akaashi had won, he had won from the very beginning and he held his trophy who was a small babe with golden orbs, with mutant white and black hair. He hadn't lied to Tendou when he had said that the baby looked exactly like his father.

OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I’M SOBBING DON’T TOUCH ME

Meta and Review

So I just read A/B/O for the first time and I knew absolutely nothing about the entire trope that Mpreg existed and to stay the hell away from it. Please remember this in the meta and tell me if there way of dividing characters is ever specified or if it’s just decided by top-bottom dynamics.

Wow.

The story was pretty good outside of what I’m about to talk about. I liked the ships and most of the buildup, the worldbuilding seems solid, the war and UshiTens situation was really interesting to me and it made Ushi and Tendou a bit morally gray and could’ve talked about how people could do bad things for what they thought were the right reason and everything was clean cut.

Overall? Eh. Could’ve been done better

Not onto the rest

This doesn’t seem as toxic or inherently bad as most fics I’ve seen, I didn’t really like how Omega’s are always inherently feminine—the dresses, jewels, how they’re seen as inherently weaker and sometimes helpless, how they’re always referred to as “my lady”—and aren’t really given another choice because they might have the ability to reproduce in A/B/O but they aren’t women. It’s okay if a man is really feminine but for all of them to be? It rubbed my the wrong way.

I wish that the power structure was handled different in A/B/O in general. Omega’s seem to be treated like they’re helpless and I just...don’t like it? Omega’s might be submissive but that doesn’t make them physically weaker and if it did, I would’ve thought they would have picked up some other useful skills like diplomacy or strategy.

As usually, my example of how a character could’ve been handled better is Oikawa.

He’s my favorite character and I adored him but he just didn’t really deliver. It felt like he was being treated like a kid throughout this entire fic, it didn’t seem like he was doing anything during the war. Even if Omega’s don’t have a lot of physically prowess and abilities, what happened to Oikawa’s strategic and analytical nature? Why was it never mentioned in any of Bokuto’s POV sections because out all the leaders of the Allied Kingdoms, Oikawa is the best strategist—Kuroo is the exception, not the rule and I thought they should’ve been working together because smort boys—but he was simply hidden away.

Now I have no problems with all the protective IwaOi scenes when they’re in immediate danger—it makes perfect sense if Omega’s are physically weaker but have other usable talents that are taken seriously—and Oikawa simply can’t talk his way out of said problem.

I do however, have a problem with cowering Oikawa. That feels so OOC at the beginning of the first scene I cited, where is all of the quick wit and worthless pride from the show? Now, it makes sense for Oikawa to start getting scared and simply slip behind Iwaizumi once Ushijima tries to dominate everyone and all the Alphas start freaking out if Oikawa is at an actual, physical disadvantage—I feel like the alpha’s their have similar frames, or at least most of them do. Bokuto, Ushijima, Kuroo and Iwaizumi are jacked and beefy, everyone but Iwa is relatively tall too. Now, Oikawa’s tall too but he’s much thinner and leaner. I’d be scared too if everyone could break me like a twig if it came down to it—but no ??? Apparently at the first sign of any conflict he just gets scared??? He doesn’t know what’s going on in his own fucking kingdom ???

This is not Oikawa.

I didn’t like how they treated most of the Omega’s actually, it felt like they were just reverted to helpless damsels in distress. What happened to Kenma’s observation skills? Nishinoya’s everything?

More importantly, what decides Alpha’s and Omega’s? Is it up in the air like gender is? What are Beta’s then? It can’t just be who’s top and who’s bottom, that would mean the alpha-beta-omega- status wouldn’t be decided until you had a mate

From what I’ve seen in the fic, it goes by ship dynamics but what if the characters who had more strategic, cunning, observant traits and weren’t as buff and muscly would be Omega’s and had the brain power while characters who relied more on physical prowess would be Alpha’s and dominant in a purely physical way sometimes while characters who were an odd combination of the two would be Beta’s.

Going by my logic, instead of the top being the alpha and the bottom just being an omega without any personality it would be...

Bokuto- Alpha, like he was in the story. He’s definitely more physically inclined then Akaashi.

Akaashi: Omega, same as in the fic. Not to say he isn’t athletic but he relies more on his mind.

Iwaizumi- Alpha, like in the fic but from a purely physical standpoint and because he can rein Oikawa in when his friend starts going nuts.

Oikawa - Beta, he’s quite powerful but he’s also manipulative, strategic and his mind is scary as fuck.

Kuroo- Beta, he relies on his physical prowess and dorkily perfect brain a lot so he’s also a mixture of both.

Kenma- Omega, physically he’s a twig but his mind is what makes him the brain of Nekoma

Hinata- Alpha, he doesn’t use his brain a lot and has a lot of physical power

Kageyama - Beta, he’s pretty smart when it comes to volleyball and he’s also physically strong

Suga - Omega, he’s quite clever and his brain power out ways his physical prowess by a landslide

Daichi- Beta, he firms strategies and relies on his brain, plus his killer thighs

Tsukishima - Beta, he has his hue fur and athleticism but his brain power is also strong as fuck

Yamaguchi - Beta, he seems to be really people smart and eventually his serves are pretty good.

Can Betas get into a relationship with other Betas? I don’t know or care, we stan Alpha-Alpha, Beta-Beta and Omega-Omega ships here

I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS HOW IT WORKS THO

do I have to read more

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love-bean · 3 years

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Spectacular - Epilogue

here it is... the end. but stay tuned for my lil note at the end bc it’s important!

wk: 476 (so short)

-o-o-o-o-o-

The wedding of Anastasia Mackenzie to Benedict Bridgerton occurred in June of that summer, at the beginning of the season. The young people in attendance longed for weeks after, hoping to find a match as true as theirs. The older people who had known the pair since childhood whispered how happy they were that they finally realized their love for one another.

Their first daughter, Abigail, was born 10 short months after their wedding. Abigail was followed by twins Beatrice and Adeline a little over a year later, and Beth not long after that. Amelia arrived when Abigail was nearing five, the twins nearing four, and Beth nearing two. Not long after Amelia’s first birthday passed, Anastasia was with child yet again.

Anastasia stood at the edge of the yard, watching her daughters run around together. Their laughter filled the garden as they pretended to be pirates, waddling around like they had wooden legs.

She grinned when she felt familiar arms slide around her from behind, hands folding atop her growing stomach.

“They certainly have your imagination, love,” Benedict said sweetly.

“Imagination, yes,” she agreed. “But the creativity comes from you, my dear husband.”

“I know I am terribly biased in saying this, but we have the five most beautiful children in the world,” he hummed, poking her stomach gently. “Soon to be six.”

Anastasia sighed, turning around in his arms.

“What is wrong?” Benedict asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at his wife.

“What if we have another daughter?” she asked, chewing her bottom lip nervously.

“I do not understand,” he murmured. “What would be wrong with that?”

“The doctors say I should not attempt to bear more children after this,” she said. “And if this child is another girl, you will have no heir.”

Understanding settled on his face as his wife teared up.

“What if I cannot produce an heir?” she blubbered.

“Hush, tulip,” he comforted, pulling her closer so her head was against his chest. “If we do not have a boy, then we do not have a boy. That is nobody’s fault.”

“But what will happen when we pass someday? You will have no one to inherit your estate.”

“We can simply choose to split it six ways,” he said.

She pulled her head away so she was able to look at him. “Can we do that?”

“Darling,” he smirked. “We are Bridgertons. We can do anything.”

Several weeks later, when a baby girl named Blythe arrived, it was decided then and there that that was to be done when they passed.

On her final days, when her six precious daughters were grown and married and her husband had already gone, Anastasia finally understood that while she was not as prim and proper as some, she had gotten quite far being just the way she was.

And that was spectacular.

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there it is guys. the end. part of me is happy to have it out there, part of me is sad that it’s over. but i have a few things to say:

1. i will be uploading the small bit with eloise

2. i will be making a masterlist of everything i have written, which is not much

3. I AM TAKING REQUESTS! i am so terribly uninspired right now, i would really like you guys to send in requests. i’m gonna stick to bridgerton right now, but if you want me to write for something else, let me know and i’ll try my best! i would even write more bits of anastasia and benedict if someone asked, but i would also do inserts as well.

that’s all duckies. thank you for all your positivity on this piece, it really means a lot to me. until next time -jo xx

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fic #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #jo writes #jo speaks #jo tries really hard

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writingbakery · 5 years

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Happy Halloween, You’re The Only Sugar I Need

[i didn’t have a lot of time to come up with halloween ideas, so have these cute lil hc’s about what it would be like to trick or treat with the bnha babies!💓]

*☆*ﾟ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ

Izuku Midoriya

did someone say couple costumes?

plans his costume out in july, and has it perfect by august

he knows all the best routes and houses like the back of his hand - nothing but full size candy bars for his baby (you💓) duh!

no haunted houses for him, he just wants to hold your hand as you walk through the neighborhood

he’s the most fair when it comes to candy negotiations, offering up two skittles bags for one set of jelly chew jolly ranchers and making sure the butterfingers were evenly divided

since he’s an expert on trick or treating (your words not his, he blushes for a full thirty minutes after you tell him) you’re both home fairly early, only out a little under an hour

which means: halloween jammies, takeout, and all your halloween candy piled up on the table while you watch spooky godmother together <3

and perhaps there’s a heated makeout session that ends with your hands down the front of his onesie ;)

Katsuki Bakugo

he always wants to go as something horrifically extra - he pretends it’s all your idea, but you know he’s been pinterest scrolling it for a solid month

his goal is quantity over quality here; the more candy he has the better, so you’re both hitting every neighborhood till the streetlights flicker on

he also wants to do every “haunted house” he spots along the way, dragging you in to suffer with him

he likes the spook

you’re out the latest, but it’s still fun - mainly because you’d convinced him to piggy back carry you home after

he’s fair but strict in his candy negotiations - he won’t let you cheat him out of a full sized kitkat bar just because you’re adorable his s/o. he requires at least three kisses and two mini crunch bars in exchange

you watch endless slasher films and bad horror classics, and cuddle under the biggest fluffiest blanket you own

somewhere during the “scary movie” series he’s got you pinned, kissing a hot trail up your neck and there goes the movie session ;)

Hanta Sero

hanta 1000% wants to do meme couple costumes, and you’re whipped for his smile, so-

plans his costume out a while back, but procrastinates getting it together until two days before (and yet, it still looks amazing?)

doesn’t really have a route or plan in mind, he just wants to wander around holding hands and kissing every time you see a pumpkin (like punch buggy but sweeter <3)

he’s honestly probably the most confusing with his candy negotiations - “how does a mini snickers and a bag of pretzels equal a york patty, hanta?”

the boy has weird candy tastes but you love him anyways

you’re out a decent amount of time, a little over an hour & change

he wants to watch every cult classic horror film ever, so prepare not to sleep

halfway through he’s too busy smiling with his tongue in your mouth though, so its a win in your book ;)

Hitoshi Shinso

hitoshi always wants to go as some super obscure film or literary pair

he’s not too early in his planning, or too late. he finishes his costume with time to spare but he doesn’t rush, either

he’s not keen on being out too late but he indulges you for a bit, sneaking kisses here and there

he’s not big on candy either, so he ends up giving you most of his basket anyway - although there’s certain things he won’t part with.

“you’re serious? i cant even have one?”

“no. all the reese’s cups are mine, & that’s final.”

you’ll get smooches because he feels bad

you’ll spend the rest of the evening with your head on his chest, listening to him read you Poe snuggled under a blanket with tea.

and halfway through lady ligeria his hands will creep up the back of your sweater, and suddenly you’re doing much more kissing than reading ;)

Yaoyorozu Momo

momo definitely wants to do something elegant and fancy with you for costumes

she gets everything tailored and ready weeks in advance, duh

momo’s house is the one giving out full sized candy bars, so is trick or treating even necessary? yes it is

you spend about an hour giggling and sharing a candy basket, everyone awwing over the pair of you

there’s no candy negotiations because you share <3

you play board games with the charlie brown halloween special in the background

she wins every time that girl’s a menace

“since i’ve won twenty four of our twenty six games, i’ll be claiming my prize now.”

her prize is kissing you senseless on the floor, smiling into each other’s mouths with wandering hands ;)

Tsuyu Asui

dorky costumes? dorky costumes. think dorothy and the tin man, but cute

she plans both your costumes in advance cause she’s just that amazing

you’re out almost as late as possible only because tsu gets excited everytime she sees a decorated house and you’re soft for her

candy negotiations with her are tough; she plays hard to please and you both like too many of the same candies

you end up sharing anyways

halloween movies with tsu are a big mess of funny to scary to animated to wholesome - she loves all of them and you love her, so you’re watching everything

you’re cuddled up in a blanket fort, snuggled into a heap of blankets and it’s so comfortable that you almost fall asleep halfway through poltergeist

until tsuyu starts kissing her way up the sensitive skin of your back, and suddenly kissing is the only thing on your mind ;)

Ojiro Mashirao

he always wants to do a cutesy/romantic couples costume, he’s your prince charming without fail

the two of you work on your costumes together well before halloween - he calls it couple bonding like the cutie he is

you’re not out too late, mostly because you have too many activities planned for when you’re back home

there is no candy negotiation with ojiro; he gives you your favorites and steals your pretzels and m&m’s without a word

you carve pumpkins even though you already have six, make candy apples, and finally snuggle together on the couch to watch some cheesy halloween hallmark specials

he makes you both hot chocolate with plenty of mini marshmallows <3

by the end of the second sappy film you’re licking the chocolate out of his mouth, and he’s only complaining a little

“but (y/n), she’s about to leave it all behind for the lovestruck farmer!”

Eijiro Kirishima

kiri loves halloween, so he’ll gladly be the counterpart to any costume you choose

he’s definitely a procrastinator though, only finishing it the day of

he’s so excited and hyper that you spend nearly two hours trick or treating, being dragged by holding hands with kiri as he marvels at the tiniest of things

he’s the worst at candy negotiations - he’s so soft for you that he’d give you anything you asked, and he’s a sucker for all types of candy so he’s way too easy to please

“sure baby, you can have my crunch bar and my twix for the nerds.”

“eiji those are both full size candy bars-“

“so?”

he wants to watch the scariest of movies because he’s manly, of course, and he promises to protect you from anything too frightening

he ends up curled into your arms, peering at the screen through his fingers and you’re trying really hard not to laugh

distractions come in the form of kisses, though, and soon he’s too busy nipping at the son of your neck to pay attention to the terrifying film ;)

Tamaki Amajiki

tamaki definitely wants to do cheesy pop culture costumes with you - he spends most of his time reading or watching it

his nerves about the whole thing make him finish his costume way too early, but it’s cute

once he’s in costume though, he gains a sort of confidence - he’s somebody who’s not him for a little while, and he boldly holds your hands and kisses your cheek as you wander

tamaki loves candy, so negotiations are difficult - but he loves you a lot more, so he parts with some of his precious stash

you decide on reading scary stories to each other, sitting with your back against his chest in the big armchair, by the fireplace

it’s warm and cozy and you could almost fall asleep like this, until tamaki’s voice wavers as you shift in his lap

the book is quickly forgotten about as you make out softly, and maybe the costume gets a little shredded. oops ;)

Mirio Togata

mirio will literally dress up as anything as long as you match with him

he insists you plan together, takes all of your thoughts into consideration; this is a team effort!

he doesn’t want to be out too late but he can’t help himself, he wants to show you everything

plus he keeps running into people he knows and he wants to show you off

he splits all his candy evenly with you; you’re his baby, he’d give you his kidney if you asked

he’s one for paranormal movies, he gets so wrapped up in the plotlines it’s almost funny

“okay but if i were a ghost, i’d haunt people in the fun way. like, we’d play games or something.”

“you’d make a very nice ghost, babe.”

he gets so caught up in the movies though that he doesn’t even realize when you pounce, tickling him to draw his attention again

it quickly turns from tickles to kisses and kisses to nibbles and suddenly he’s not thinking about ghosts at all ;)

Nejire Hado

the poor baby’s so excited she can’t even choose a costume, so you end up deciding

she’s very involved in the process though, helping out any way she can

trick or treating with nejire is like going with a hyperactive six year old, but it’s adorable. she drags you around for hours

“look! that pumpkins as big as my head! let’s take a picture!”

she’s a candy addict, good luck trying to negotiate any sort of trade. she steals yours when you aren’t looking

you totally notice but you indulge her

you’re watching a movie, making cookies, and playing a board game all at once when you get home

she’s so excited she can’t even sit still, bouncing from activity to activity until you give up and pull her in for a kiss

you get so distracted you forget all about the cookies ;)

“NO! MY PRECIOUS SUGAR PUMPKIN BABIES!”

Uraraka Ochaco

she’s had your costumes planned since last halloween

“but we’ve only been dating four mo-“

“shush and try this on.”

she’s running around the neighborhood with you for hours, isn’t even tired

another big candy thief, shamelessly digging in your basket but she’s cute so you allow it

wants to watch all the sappy halloween movies and compare you guys to the main characters

“that’s so us, oh my god.”

“he’s a baker. and she’s in real estate.”

“it’s us!! im the baker though.”

drinking lots of spiced cider and giving out leftover candy to the few stragglers, she’s got a soft spot for them

lots of cheesy, silly kisses as you cuddle

she’s easily distracted though, kissing down your cheek to your jaw, neck and oops! the movies long forgotten ;)

Denki Kaminari

another meme costumer, but he also wants to look cool. it’s a tricky balance

he keeps putting off getting his costume together, and then he forgets, and then he’s calling you frantic the night before for assistance

he’s a little more relaxed as you walk through the neighborhood, but that’s only because he’s waiting for everyone to discover the pranks he’d set up beforehand

needless to say, trick or treating ends early before he can be murdered

denki’s a candy whore, but he’s willing to make negotiations with you as long as he gets kisses out of it - which you take advantage of to get all his good stuff

you’re curled up together watching nightmare before christmas, a tradition between you because you’d argued for a week straight about whether it was a halloween or christmas movie

the compromise is that you watch it on both holidays

he gets bored after twenty minutes though, restless like always and before you know it he’s kissing wherever he can reach

the movie’s ignored for the rest of the night as the pair of you kiss and giggle and get a little carried away ;)

Mina Ashido

she’s all over the place with her planning but she definitely wants to do something complicated - she loves going all out!

she needs your help to stay on task but your costumes are finished in a decent enough amount of time

first you’re trick or treating, then you’re pulling pranks with denki, then you’re chasing the neighborhood kids around in a silly game of tag - you’re doing so much that you don’t even realize how late it’s gotten

at home she’s still got all that wild excited energy so you make pumpkin pie together despite the hour, making stupid jokes and flicking flour at one another

“if this sticks in my hair you’re dead, (y/n)!”

“love you too, princess.”

somewhere between baking and eating the pie you start making out against the counter, and there’s definitely flour handprints all over the both of you ;)

Mezo Shoji

shoji likes halloween, but he lets you pick out the costumes - he wants you to have a good time!

he’s very helpful throughout the entire process of getting the costumes ready, and you’re done in no time

he lets you drag him all around, using the majority of his arms to carry extra candy baskets - it’s not cheating the system because everyone thinks it’s part of his costume, and there’s six times as much candy now!

he gives the majority of it to you once you’re home again to see you smile - it has been his plan all along to drown you in excess candy, and you’re not complaining

he gets an equal amount of kisses in return

you spend the evening helping the local kids collect as much candy as they can, and shouji makes it his job to escort all the children that are scared up to every house so they don’t miss out

he gets a whole lot more than kisses for that, but who can blame you? your boyfriend was just too sweet for his own good

“i think you’re the only sugar i need, (y/n).”

“you flirt. kiss me again.” ;)

Tokoyami Fumikage

whenever halloween comes around, he goes big. all out. ridiculously detailed, amazing costumes

you help as much as you can, but he’s in his element; he handles most of it himself

his excitement isn’t obvious, but you can see it in the way he slightly pulls you along as you wander. it’s downright adorable

dark shadow is also having the time of his life, popping up to make snarky comments at passrersby and steal candy whenever possible

“god, did she pull that costume off of last years clearance rack?”

“dark shadow, enough.”

he’s not wrong though

candy negotiations are done through dark shadow - your boyfriend would’ve given you all the good stuff without questioning it, and his counterpart can’t have that

you end up sitting outside to watch the stars, tokoyami cuddled into your chest and all it takes is a few well placed kisses to his plumage to have dark shadow sweep you up and take you right inside for some evening fun ;)

[i tried to write as many as i could, i hope you all enjoy bbs! happy halloween 🎃 🧡]

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