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AAAHHG. okok boxer!todo who normally is very gentle and soft on his gf when they have sex bc his hands are deemed weapons he’s such a good fighter. but one night reader wants him to be rough so he knock the screws loose. (bonus points if he puts something in the marriage hole 🙊)

okay okay okayyyyy😩

ik you said marriage hole, but i couldn’t help not thinking ab actual marriage LMFAOOO

you absolutely loved how gentle todo was with you. he was always as delicate as can be and absolutely refused to speak to you in any other way than a soft tone. given what he did for a living, it was often that people assumed that he was just as rough during his everyday life than he was in the ring, but that couldn’t of been more of a lie.

“cmere mama, lemme tie your shoe” todo mumbled, lowering to his knee in the middle of the sidewalk to tie the loose laces of your jordans. “baby i could’ve did it” you said, feeling bad as you watching his sweatpants rub against the hard ground. todo just shook his head, finishing up his task before standing back up and kissing you on the forehead. “but i’m here so ima do it. don’t want you liftin a finger when you wit me” he said picking up the many bags from your shopping spree before holding his free hand out for you to hold.

as the two of you finished up your day at the outlets, you and todo were beginning your journey to his car when someone accidentally bumped into you. it was a particularly hard collision and it caused your freshly made smoothie to fall to the ground. the man who bumped into you wasn’t paying much attention, his concentration on a game in his phone as he uttered a small “fuck out my way”. you didn’t think much of it, only really caring about your wasted smoothie, but aoi was quick to grab him by the back of his collar, yanking the man back in front of you before speaking.

“you blind or sum? jus bumped into her and made her drink fall” his voice was low as he watched the mans face go from boredom to fear once he got a look at who was talking to him. “o-oh shit! m-my bad a. t, i wasn’t pay….paying attention” todo just gave him a hard stare, his patience quickly wearing thin as he slightly tilted his head. “youn need t’be apologizing t’me, apologize to my wife” he mumbled. the man’s eyes widened, fear coursing through his body as he felt the large hand begin to tighten on the back of his shirt, the fabric squeezing his neck as he let out a small apology. “s-sorry miss, wasn’t paying a-attention” you looked up at todo next to you, his eyes still on the smaller man as he kept a steady grip on his shirt. you looked back towards the man, “it’s fine….s’okay aoi let him go please”

your small voice caressed todo’s ears, his hand instinctively opening at your command as his eyes finally landed on you. the man scurried away, rubbing the back of his neck as he got as far as he could from the two of you. “you want another one mama? go wait in the car f’me and i’ll go ge-” “no no, it’s okay. let’s just go alright?” todo gave you a small nod, his anger nowhere to be found as he put your soft hand in his and walked you to the car.

as he drove you home, you couldn’t stop the hot ache between your thighs, your arousal filling your panties as you let the scene play over and over again in your mind. you didn’t want to admit it, but it turned you on how rough your man could get when it came to other people and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be willing to be the same with you in a different way.

‘what if he choked me up like that?’

‘would he ever talk to me like that?’

‘how come he’s only rough with other people’

‘i wonder if he’d spank m-’

“what you thinkin bout ma?” you were startled out of your thoughts, making todo chuckle as he looked at your widened eyes. “n-nun” you mumbled, earning you a deep sigh from your boyfriend. todo pulled into the driveway, turning the car off before turning towards you. “talk t’me princess. been quiet the whole ride so i know there’s sum on your mind. is it cause i called you my wife? it just slipped out ma ian mean to make y-” “would you ever be mean t’me?”

you cut him off, letting your thoughts get the best of you as you quickly covered your mouth after finishing your sentence. todo gave you a confused look, misinterpreting your question as he quickly shook his head no. “no, i love you. why would i ever disrespect the woman i love?” you let out a frustrated sigh, your legs squeezing tighter together as you thought of how sexy it’d be if he fucked you a little rougher. “i-i mean in the bedroom” you whispered, but he heard you. a surprised look planted on todo’s face as he thought of what could have brought this into your mind.

“you….you want me t’be rough? is that it?” you quickly nodded your head, wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of you getting what you wanted. a smirk crept onto his lips, thoughts of previous little altercations he’s been in that always seemed to cause you to grow quiet. “and how long you been wantin this?” he said, his voice making a wave of shyness come over you as you looked outside your window to hide from his seductive gaze. todo reached his arm over to you, letting his big hand surround your neck as he lightly pulled you towards him. he looked deeply in your eyes, “look at me, and answer truthfully, understand?” at this point your thighs were pressed so hard together you thought you might pull something as your eyes stared into his stern ones.

“c-couple weeks now” you said, voice small as you watching todo’s pink tongue swipe over his lips. he smirked at you, showing you the gold he had on his canine tooth before he squeezed a little tighter on your neck. the whimper you let out almost made him cum in his pants as he took in your shy, horny state. “you been waiting so patiently t’ask me haven’t you mama? been waiting like a good girl?” you nodded your head at his words, making todo’s smile begin to fade as his other hand snuck towards under your skirt. you twitched as his thick fingers made contact with your soaked panties, eyes watering in embarrassment as you watched todo move those same fingers towards his mouth.

“need you t’use your words baby, or i won’t give you what you want” he parted his lips before closing them on his wet fingertips, letting your arousal dance on his tongue as he loosened his grip on your throat so you could speak clearly. “yes….b-been waiting like a good girl” as todo released his fingers with a pop, he moved that same hand back to unlock the doors of the car, eyes never leaving you as he lowered his lips towards yours. they lightly grazed each other as he spoke.

“then go inside and let daddy give you what you want”

you practically sprinted towards your room, todo hot on your heals as you quickly crawled into the middle of the bed. todo stood at the edge, his arms crossed over his body as he kept his fist under his chin. you waited patiently for his next move, his eyes raking up and down your body as he thought. “undress” he mumbled, his eyes looking directly into yours now as he watched you take off each article of clothing from your pretty, brown body. todo followed you, removed his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him in just his briefs. “cmere” his tone was low, the same one he’d use when speaking to someone he putting in check.

your body instantly moved, crawling towards the edge of the bed before sitting down on your knees. “on your stomach sexy. put that ass high in the air f’me” your eyes widened in surprise. todo usually fucked you in missionary, always wanting a good look at your face so he could give you light kisses and reassuring smiles. this change in position told you everything you wanted to hear, he didn’t care. you obeyed his request, turning over on all fours before letting your arms stretch up the bed as your back dipped towards the sheets. todo let out a delighted groan, his fists clenching as he tried his best not to move too fast.

he slowly moved his hand up your back, pushing your arch deeper as he pressed his print into your soaked folds. “feel that?” he groaned, grinding his hips into you as you lightly moaned into the sheets. “y-yea” your voice was muffled, the already wetting fabric restricting your breathing. todo moved his other hand towards his underwear, freeing himself behind you as you obliviously moaned in the sheets. “ion like when you keep shit from me mama, s’nothin t’be scared of. you know i’ll always give you whatever you want” he slowly sunk into you, listening to your drawn out moan be released into the air as he bottomed out inside of you.

“s-so deep papa” you whined, hand instantly moving towards his hand on your back so he could hold it. if it were any other day todo would’ve held it without question, comforting you as he fed you his inches, but today wasn’t one of those days. “unt uhh mama keep those hands up there. next time you bring it back here ima pin it to your back” you whined as you closed your hands around the sheets, gripping them tightly as you tried to keep yourself from reaching back for him.

todo started off with slow, deep strokes before quickly moving to quick poundings to your poor pussy. his hand now finding purchase in your hair as he yanked your head from the sheets. “this what you wanted princess? wanted me t’fuck you like a slut?” he groaned, his other hand pushing your arch deep into the mattress as he fed you stroke after deep stroke from his thick dick. your drool was dripping from your lips, connecting your face to the sheets as you looked dumbly at the black headboard in front of you. your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of him clouding your senses as you went higher and higher in the clouds. “y’hear me?….unt uhh, wake up ma. m’not done wit you”

todo leaned over you, tapping your cheeks to bring the lost light back to your eyes. as you came to, your moans began to fly from your lips, thighs shaking as you felt your quick orgasm began to approach. “m-m’gonna cum daddyyy!” you whined. todo just fucked you harder, making it as hard as he possibly could for you to keep your orgasm away. he lowerred his face to your ear, licking behind it before whispering his deep words to you. “hold it”

a loud whine escaped your lips. there was no way you were going to be able to hold in an orgasm this strong so you decided to do the opposite of what he told you earlier. you threw your hand back, connecting it with his abdomen before using all your strength to push him out of you. todo’s hips halted, a quiet gasp leaving his lips as he watched you hold your hand on his tattooed stomach. “c-can’t hold it papa” you whimpered, looking back at him with water in your eyes. a sorry expression on your face as you felt him pull out of you completely.

todo stood to his full height, keeping a hand on your hip as he brought you back into your arch. “gimme your hands” he said sternly, your whining only fueling him as he watched you cross your wrists behind your back. he held your wrists in his hand, using his other one to line himself up again with your entrance. “what’d i say mama?” your eyes never left him, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to speak through your sobs. “said n-not to put my h-hand back, but i couldn’t h-” “ion wanna hear nun else. you gon take it like i said to cause this is what you wanted, remember?”

without letting you reply, todo slammed himself fully into you, pushing his hand down on your wrists to deepened your arch as he pinned them to your back. “m’sorrym’sorrym’sorryyyy….fuck daddy you so deep” you moaned, moving your ass back into him to get back to the release you pushed away. todo’s eyes widened at your eagerness, any worry he felt about his roughness quickly left his body as he watched your hungry pussy tightly grip his dick. his gazed slowly moved to your puckering hole, body moving before his mind as he let his spit fall to it. you felt him circle your ass with his thumb, the slow movements making you push your ass out more in excitement.

“p-please aoi p-put it in” you whined, your fists clenching in anticipation as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to comply. todo quickened his thrusts, his dick hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll before slowly sinking the tip of his thumb in your hole. “like this princess? you like when daddy touches you here?” you moaned a loud “uhh huh”, your eyes in the back of your skull as you felt his thumb go deeper and deeper inside of you until the rest of his hand was close enough to lay flat on your lower back. todo’s dick twitched at the sight, his seed daring to spill into you as he listened to you moan in delight from his actions. who would’ve known a pretty little thing like you would want to be fucked like this.

“m’finna nut in you mama. want papa t’fill that pussy up?” your moans drowned out his voice, brain so fucked out that you could barely say anything other than babbles if “daddy” and “so good”. todo let out a groan at the state of you, letting go of your wrists to leave a hard slap on your ass. “cmon pretty girl, if you wanna cum you gotta talk t’me” you shut your eyes tightly, using all you had left in you to utter the words your man was longing to hear. “cum in me, f-fill this pussy up pleaseee” todo couldn’t conceal the grin he had behind you, his gold teeth showing completely as he angled his dick down towards your stomach. he slowly thrusted his thumb in and out of you, giving you extra attention so you could reach your orgasm at a high peak.

“anything for you”

when you finally woke up, you were laid on todo’s broad chest, black bonnet securely placed on your head as you looked up at your boyfriend. he had his glasses on, your red bonnet on his head as scrolled through the many boxing videos on his tik tok for you page. you left a light kiss on his pec, drawing his attention to you before inching up towards his stubbled chin. “how y’feeling pretty?” he mumbled, his deep, tired voice flowing through your ears as he placed his phone on the bedside drawer. you went to lay your leg on top of him when you were stopped by a sore pain. “legs don’t work” you whispered, making his chest shake as he chuckled. you rolled your eyes, plucking his neck before laying your head back on his shoulder.

“not my fault, you wanted me t’fuck you like that so you gotta deal wit the consequences. ima big man” todo’s hand gave your ass a quick squeeze, making you shyly smile as you played with the gold chain around his neck. you sighed deeply, “y’know….i never get upset when you call me your wife. i actually like it, makes me feel good when you say it” todo’s eyes widened at your confession, cheeks growing warm as he looked down at your pretty brown features. “wanna make it furreal?” his words made your eyes widen as you slowly sat up from your spot in his arms. “really? you wanna m-marry me?” todo scoffed at your surprise, leaning over to his drawer to search for something. your eyes nearly popped out of the sockets, excitement running through you as you sat in disbelief.

as todo leaned back towards you, that excitement quickly faded. the sight of his glasses case in his hand bringing small disappointment to your chest. he noticed this, smirking to himself as he opened his hand fully to show you the black box in the middle of his palm. “wanted t’do it sooner, but ian know how. was gonna do it after i won my championship, but ian wanna propose wit a busted eyebrow y’know?” your eyes watered, moving towards the pretty, light brown scar right above his right brow. “was also gon do it last week during our date night, but pussied out like a bitch”

your tears were falling now, his hand moving towards yours before give it a tight squeeze. “i feel like now is a good time tho, since you just told me the words i been wantin to hear every since i met you. we was young and i know i was a bit of a tough guy back then, but you really changed me. you’re bright smile and beautiful soul made me into the man i am today and i couldn’t, wouldn’t imagine myself bein wit anybody else. ion no where the future may take us, but i know that no matter what obstacle may come my way i’d rather have you with me to help me push through.”

he gently cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumb as he slowly opened the box with his other hand. “i love you more than anything, more than boxing, more than life. you are my life mama and i been hoping, praying for the longest that i was yours. you let me know that today. so will you give me the honors of bein my wife? will you marry me?” you flew into his arms, mind on nothing, but him as you planted kiss after passionate kiss to his pink lips.

“yes!”

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myysaints · 10 months

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LN4 ꒱ JUST MY LUCK ─ LANDO NORRIS

LANDO NORRIS x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — in which lando starts flirting with a (not-so-)random girl on the internet.

genre — social media au, fc hannah kae

notes — kinda disappointing finish to yesterday's gp :( but to make up for that here's something simple & cute !!! churned this one out in one day bc by god i love that little frog man with my whole heart. tbh this is just a shameless self insert ..... also rewrote history a tad bit by making lando finish on the podium at monaco because why not LOL hope u enjoyyyy xx

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lando.jpg Monaco, I’m ready for ya.

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bambiyn and i’m ready for u !!!!!!!

bambiyn talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular…

bambiyn why am i sweating rn

bambiyn goddamn

bambiyn my fav driver everyone !!!!!!

bambiyn my dms (and legs) r open btw 😁😁

Liked by lando.jpg yourbestfriend Y/N OH MY GOD…. THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP… bambiyn …ok… and? user yo wtf lando liked????

danielricciardo Lando I love you but not as much as that girl in the comments

bambiyn ok i feel called out danielricciardo Oh, hey there! bambiyn HIIII!!!!!

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bambiyn yeah ok so monaco’s kinda cool

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user marry me

user didn’t know angels existed until i saw you 😩

user mother is in monaco!!!!

yourbestfriend “kinda cool” … says the girl who freaked out literally every 5 steps we took because “oh my god look at that car”

bambiyn the cars here are sick okay idk what u want from me !

landonorris only kinda?

bambiyn maybe if u finish on the podium on sunday… then it’d be cooler user LMFAOOOOO y/n never misses

landonorris But welcome to Monaco 🙃

bambiyn thank uuuuu!!! user girlie hit him with the five u’s GET UP Y/N

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f1wagupdates Submitted by Anon ❤️ Looks like things are heating up in Monaco for Lando Norris! He was spotted last night on a dinner date with a mystery woman. A source close to the McLaren driver tells us that he is “very very content” in his new relationship, and is “excited to take on this weekend with her by his side”. As for who Lando’s secret lover is, we have it on good authority that, though she is a public figure, she is nowhere near her beau’s status of fame. Follow for more updates on all things wag-related 🏎

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user arms…. hand placement…. RAHGRFGAHFRH

user god i wish that were me 😩

user someone check up on bambiyn… ik shes heartbroken rn

bambiyn my world is literally collapsing as i type this

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bambiyn so that’s how it be then 😭😭

yourbestfriend heartbreak. betrayal.

bambiyn like damn i really thought i was the one 😔 user LMFAOOO girl ur hilarious

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POST-RACE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO NORRIS | MONACO GRAND PRIX 2023

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bambiyn thanks people magazine for finally letting me post my man. happy 5 months to my prince charming!! ♡ ૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა xx

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landonorris Best 5 months of my life

landonorris You make my heart hurt silly

landonorris my forever girl

danielricciardo You’re too good for him Y/N!!!

bambiyn ikr… user get off your high horse smh youre nothing special he’ll dump u in a week landonorris Yk I can read your comments right? Don’t be a fucking prick in my girl’s comment section. user “my girl’s comment section” im gonna go feral

user hey god it’s me again…

georgerussell63 Great meeting you Y/N! You two make a great couple 👍

landonorris Mate what is with you and typing like youre 50 years old

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landonorris 5 marvellous months with the missus ❤️ To my sweetheart, I love you dummy. I love you and your weird little keyboard face things. i love the little hop you do whenever you see something you like. The way you always smell like cotton candy and clouds and vanilla and cookies. How you laugh at all my jokes even when theyre kinda shit. The fact you still don’t know how to drive stick shift (drives me crazy but anyways). Thank you for being mine baby, here’s to a million more 5 months with you 🥂

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danielricciardo aww thanks babe

landonorris 💀💀 danielricciardo But on a serious note, I’m so happy for you guys. You got a good thing going bro 👊 landonorris Sure do mate

bambiyn a million kisses for u when u get home (´꒳`)♡

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user we still don’t know what that crazy night was abt lol

bambiyn omg yeah thank u for reminding me !

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lovepookie · 3 months

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♡︎ how enha would ask for a kiss!

♡︎ disclaimer: i am passive-aggressive and sarcastic, so please know im joking!! also i love these men lets bfr 😔

♡︎ warnings: cursing, kissing, suggestive in jake’s and kind of in jay’s?, please lmk if i missed anything!

heeseung ༉‧₊˚.

hmmm okay heeseung! the devil himself. 😣

i think it’d be un-natural for him to ask for a kiss,, like he’d easily just lean in with a smile and kiss you—and you’d let him!

but, I feel like if he does ask beforehand, it’s because he’s doing it on purpose to catch you off gaurd.

like if Jay meticulously thinks about asking before doing so,, this dude would just do it out of nowhere

like simply because you two are having fun type shit.

you’re mid laugh and he’d just stare at you like….my god…that’s the love of my life. :((

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid!” You’d laugh out, hitting him on his shoulder because he sent you a cheesy grin after saying something really idiotic LMAO

he’d grab your hand as you hit him and wouldn’t let it go, urging you closer so you don’t get away

he’d watch you smile and analyze the way your balled fist feels gainst him when you hit him playfully——and he most definitely see’s the way the sides of your eyes crinkle in happiness.

he’s just blown away 🥹

he prolly has a ~this person is all mine~ type of mindset.

“I want you to kiss me.” He’d say out of nowhere.,,,

LIKE!! it’s a command or something,, not even a question! 😧

bcs, he’s not trying to make it sound cliche and ask lmfaooo!

also he hasn’t had enough time to think about it, he just talks out his first thoughts🤕… damn….

but you’d sit there all taken aback and shocked, still trying to retrieve your hand from him 😵‍💫

and he smiles with this pretty teasing smile,,

all happy because he has you flustered like he always does :(((

“What? You don’t want to kiss me?” He asks, head tilting.

and you hit him again

over and over with your fists

“Lee Heeseung! Stop fucking around!” LMFAOOO

and he’d laugh, and laugh and laugh.

then he’d pull you near, clutching your fists and pulling you close

then his pretty lips are still smiling when they touch yours

all light and teasing…

and you’re still fighting him 💀💀

see! so he’d only ask on the basis to make you flustered, but most of the time he doesn’t really think before he kisses you;; he just does it!

jay ༉‧₊˚.

nerd

would probably do a lot of self reflection before ever asking directly for a kiss…

he also strikes me as a dude who would just pull you in naturally instead of asking really…

but!! let’s say he’s asking lol

He’d definitely do the stare at your left eye

lips

then back up to your right eye type of mechanism 😎

he’s so cool! (i’m trying to act like i’m not phased but in reality jay has me in a chokehold)

anyways,,

he’d really set the moment n shît, maybe there’s a couple candles lit,, maybe you two were having dinner and then he followed you to the kitchen to set the dishes in the sink, soft smiles and racing hearts pounding in each of your chests.

he’d definitely set it up nice and throughout the whole dinner he’d been staring at your lips but missed every opportunity given to kiss you bcs of the way you stared into his eyes and down his soul lmao!!

you made him nervous too okay!!

but suddenly, now that you’ve set the dishes down and turned to leave, he’s entrapping you between the kitchen island and his arms.

would definitely use the “can i kiss you?” line.

yet,, it’s mumbled underneath his breathe for only you two to hear and it totally defeats the purpose because he’s already leaning in, pushing your hair out of your face, all with that jaw of his tilting

you know,,

his 🔪 jaw

and as soon as your lips touch, the nerves are gone and bro is a little too confident

🫥

the kiss is all slow and a bit drawn out and long…you taste the minty gum he just disgarded a few minutes ago…

yeah! this is THAT type of kiss

that’s the only way he’d ask imo…

it’s like he’s asking because you know he knows it’s not a regular normal one he’s asking for 🤭

the vibes just have to be right.

wheeew :((

jake ༉‧₊˚.

AUR KAY!

i feel like any chance he gets to kiss you, he’d ask you before-hand all smooth n shît 🙄

it’s actually upsetting because he knows it does shit to you lmao

and he ALWAYS! asks for one when he feels attracted to you in some way :(

for instance; maybe you’d been trying things on from your latest shopping spree and are currently showing him the outfits one by one

this particular one you just showed him would show you and your figure off just right and boy!!! he would be a heated mess !

hands all over you—no time to think

your bodies are pulled very close together just how he likes it…

and he’d go;

“can i have a kiss? or two? or three??” whilst staring down into your eyes. 😣

and you fall for it everytime!

“yes. yes, you may….”

and his lips are on yours

and-and-and! he he hums into your mouth in satisfaction through the kiss….😧

fuck him.

anyways the energy created in the studio would be for baby making is all I’m saying.

but besides this he also asks in wholesome cute times too !

it’s like he doesn’t have any shame almost—or like he takes pride in asking and initiating things.

like imagine y’all laughing together after a continued stream of jokes that you guys take turns layering with more jokes

and he turns to you, intertwining your hand’s with his pretty upturned smile, his bottom lip falling out from between his teeth as he calms down from laughing

“You-…You make me so happy…I really want to kiss you right now.” He’d say, staring over at you.

⚰️.

AND YOU’D LET HIM!! OFC U WOULD BECAUSE I WOULD TOO :((

sickening.

sunghoon ༉‧₊˚.

well well well 😈

you see, our dear hoonies pride would never allow him to ask for a kiss or any type of affection outright,,

he’d only do that once he’s frustrated by you not intituating things after a couple hints here and there.

so let the games commence ☠️🤡

bro would already have pink in his cheeks when he’d clear his throat like the wimp he is,, trying to gather your attention and let you know he wants your affection

pero (but) you already know him already!

you’d smirk and continue to go about your day whilst scrolling on your phone,, acting as if you don’t know what he wants LMAOO

bro would mess with the hem of your shirt or shamelessly crawl his fingers into yours in a non-invasive way so as to not take your full attention in one go because he’s scared you’ll figure him and his needy tsundere self out

jokes on him,, you know exactly wtf he’s doing LMFAOO

he’d continue to clear his throat, getting closer and closer to you before you’d finally utter some words to help him out;

“hoon? you need something?” you’d ask, eyes taking a moment to look at him for the first time in ages.

he’d blush and shoot you a frown,, embarrassed to even get to this point.

“no, not really…do you want to like…do something?” he’d ask.

by this time he’d see the teasing smile make its way onto your face and would groan out in feisty frustration.

“oh my god, you know I want your attention and a kiss…why are you putting me through- a-all of this!?” he’d grumble, throwing your hand away to your side as he walks away LMAOO

poor kid 🥹

you’d laugh and run after him, hands going behind his head/neck and bringing him down to your level, your lips finally connecting.

he’d blush but his stubbornness for your affection wouldn’t allow himself to pull away,,, and THEN his hands would confidently make their way to your sides finally.

see,,,

he just needs a lil ~push~ is all ! ☝️

help the boy out!! 😭

sunoo ༉‧₊˚.

mkay, so I think sunoo is a sweet and cute uwu baby…and I think the way he asks for a kiss would be the same :((

but tell me why!?!?

i think he’d be kind of smooth with it…

y’all are in the same room, maybe you’re on the bed with him, his head in your lap as he stares up at you with his honey brown eyes…

you know! THOSE PRETTY EYES 😞

a smile on full display as u play with his hair

and he just stares at you,, taking you in with love :(

then at one point he notices your lip gloss.

“y/n?”

“mhm?”

“your gloss looks really pretty…can I try it?”

and you’re like 😊 😧 😳

because oh man I think he’s flirting!

and he laughs at you as you go pink…

y’all are so cute :(

but he’s not going to stop there—he still hasn’t retrieved his kiss ‼️

“…you’re so cute…can I have a kiss?” he’d ask through a smile, deciding to just be straightforward with it. he’s not going to get anywhere without being direct—by the looks of your flustered state anyways lol!

and you’d nod,, not wanting to utter any words in fear that you’d say the wrong thing lmao

you’d just lean down and peck his pretty lips.

it’s quick!

but sunoo is more than satisfied—and when you pull away he’s pursing his lips to spread the gloss you left behind on them and then he watches as you go even redder :(

he’s picking up too much from his hyungs mayhaps 😟

((the office camera pans to you sitting in a corner,, an absolute blushing mess))

jungwon ༉‧₊˚.

this duuuudeeee

okay hear me out!

i don’t think wonnie ever makes advances first

like the others definitely will,, but he strikes me as he’d never

no matter how much he’d want to

like he’d have to be really serious for him to do it lmao!

i think instead,,, it’d be like you’re already leaning in,, maybe it’s a soft moment and y’all are just laying in bed or on the couch cuddling

because jungwon strikes me as a kid who would never actively do PDA,, but when you are alone he’d cling onto you and follow you around, hands to his sides and his chin on your shoulder from behind

or like he’d play with your hands

OR! hear me out!

bro would put you in headlocks just to be closer to you in a funny way

💀💀💀 jsjsj

that’d be so funny lmao

anyways back to the purpose of this whole thing,,

wonnie would be the little spoon until he turns around because you started to speak on something funny that he wants to hear you say again or sum

so he spins around, your arms still around his waist

like the baby girl he is ☝️😌

and he’s just smiling that ugly scary ass smile

and your faces are so close

so when you go quiet after a giggle and glance at his lips

HE SEE’S IT ALL!

and you’re probably already leaning in but haven’t got the guts to fully go for it

so he’d say some shit like

“are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 😭

LIKE? SHUT UP LMAOO

it makes you laugh msksksksj

and he giggles back too :((

then you’re leaning in for him and muah! 🥹

so u see….

he’d never ask,,; but would instead say some dumb shit to kind of insinuate he wants a kiss

another example;

*gets really close to you*

*small silence*

“you want to kiss me, don’t you?” he’d say teasingly

JSJSJSJS MF?

even tho he got close first??

….

fuck off. :(

niki ༉‧₊˚.

sjsj

okay so…

we got riki up…

this kid….🫥

tbh I think if he wants a kiss, he would never ask out loud.

would probably do some type of gesture or something to get your attention and lead you on to kiss him lmao

for example ☝️

he’d walk up to wherever you’re sat, lean over and just get real close to you,, then he’ll proceed to tilt his head and tap his cheek.😒

tap tap…

with that playful smirk of his smh.

now this is all fun and games..so you roll your eyes but kiss his cheek nonetheless..

then this guy! 😠

he’ll tap his other cheek.

so—

muah.

that one gets a kiss too.

he giggles as you stare at him because you’ve done this enough times to know exactly what he wants next.

his pointer finger goes to his lips, and for a second you see his cheeky beauty…the mole on his chin doing no favors for his pretty playful self.

so you decide to give him the kiss of a lifetime bcs HE should be embarrassed!

not you!!! 😣

you confidently grab both sides of his face in your hands and you let the kiss you plant on his lips last a little longer than a peck.

when you pull away he’s still got that cheeky smile,, but now he’s all red in the face and neck and proceeds to scurry off.

brat! 🙄

(we love niki in this household!)

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💌

supervisor!Simon

You and Simon sit in his office, anxious through the roof waiting for your guy’s manager to come in. You could hear the shuffling noises coming from under Simon's desk from his knee bouncing. “This is so fucking stupid.” Simon mumbled. You were fighting back tears from anxiety, the thought of losing your job, having nowhere to go if you do. You let out a very big sigh, trying to ease your nerves.

Your Manager Garrett (had to look up random names lmfaooo) walks in, Smiling politely at both of you, “Simon,” He says, giving him a handshake, “hi,” He looks over to you, reaching a hand out, you both introduce yourselves. “I have lovely news this morning,” He chuckles, pulling his laptop out from his bag. Your stomach starts to turn watching him type his password in. You look at Simon and he’s looking at his manager, his hand covering his mouth.

“One second,” Garrett clears his throat while he types away. After what feels like hours he finishes, you shift in your seat not knowing if it's the morning sickness or if it's unknowing of how this “meeting” will go. “Okay,” He breathes, “So the lovely news!” He looks between you two, “An anonymous complaint came in,” He clears his throat again, the action making you want to flip over a desk. “To paraphrase, you two are in a relationship and have been for months and now you’re pregnant.” He looks over to you, “I find it hard to believe personally,” He moves his gaze to Simon and Simon nods in agreement. “But I have to address these things before it’s in Hr’s hands, fair?”

Simon nods again and makes eye contact with you, “So anything? Anyone?” Garrett puts his hands up, “Well she’s pregnant,” Simon says. You look at him with wide eyes hoping Garrett wouldn’t see. Places his hand on the table making a small calm down gesture while Garrett looks back at his screen. You and Simon make eye contact, you take a deep breath calming yourself for what feels like the hundredth time this morning. “Congratulations.” He says quickly, you say a small thank you, “We talked about it a few weeks ago, just about absences and other things.”

“Other things,like?” He urges, “Maternity leave, telecommuting,her schedule going forward .” He lies with ease. You felt sick, having to play pretend while you carry his child, acting as if you two never knew each other in that way. . Garrett nods, “She also did quit before,” He adds.“It’s ridiculous,” Simon shrugs,” I hear you,” Garrett chuckles,“You know what protocol is, and I don’t want to lose my job.” He jokes, Simon lets out a small laugh, making small conversation to make up for the lack of yours.

After signing some paperwork, you went back to your desk, that icky feeling still in your chest. You look over your shoulder and see Simon sitting at the back of the office. You pull your phone out thinking about texting him, you then set it back down.

You wanted to believe it was Linda who snitched you off but that wouldn’t match because no one other than You, Simon and Johnny know. You were getting bigger, the bump a lot more noticeable if you wore fitted blouses. You started typing on your computer, still bothered, but it felt different like there was dread now mixed in.

Johnny walked around, maybe on his lunch break, while you sat there listening to your music. Catching yourself staring at him you turn the volume up, and try your best to do your work. The thoughts from weeks ago came up, what if you do lose your job. Having to play a stranger wasn’t helping either, You know Johnny’s clinging onto your confession and to his hatred for simon.

But was it really hatred? The more you think you notice his pattern of obsession, like there was some kind of “get back” he’s hinting at. Maybe there wasn’t one, maybe you are too in your mind about the situation. Sometimes Simon would get handsy, rubbing your shoulders, lunch, leaving at the same time, joking around, going to his office every other day for no reason at all. The signs were definitely there.

The next few days are quiet, you spend some of them alone in your apartment while Simon does his “sorting out”. The more you spend, you like it. You also get a break from him you’re together almost everyday, sometimes you go home together. And as glorious as it sounds to work with someone you’re growing to love, it’s overwhelming and you're starting to have a weird taste in your mouth about it.

“Hi there.” Johnny smiles as he walks up to your desk. “You’re glowing.” He compliments you, “Thanks.” You mumble crossing out names on the printed spreadsheet. “How many times have you heard that one?” He chuckles, “One too many.” You answer. “You do look beautiful though.” He says sincerely. “Didn’t look beautiful before?” You joke, some truth behind it. That would’ve been something nice to hear when you went on the “date” with him, but like he said before it was just dinner.. And It was just good.

Johnny’s quiet, “I was joking, Johnny.” You clarify. He awkwardly laughs and scratches his scruff, “So how far are you?” he asks, leaning over your desk, “Three months,” You nod, “woah.”

“Woah indeed.” You chuckle, grabbing the bright yellow folder on your desk. “So maternity leave, that’s happening?” he cocks a brow. “Telecommuting and then I'm off.” You confirm, “It’s gonna be sad to see you gone.” He smiles, “I bet.” You say sarcastically. If it was anyone else, it would be genuine, but it’s coming from Johnny’s mouth. “I have to get back to this.” You lift the folder, and he nods and goes back on his way.

You weren’t busy, you actually were dragging your work out. Trying to avoid conversation from those around you. Trying to avoid Simon, trying to avoid Linda, Victor, yourself, your thoughts. Trying to avoid it all, not wanting to hear anything, not wanting to be anywhere.

Thursday you come in with a massive headache, still adjusting to the growing human and its father (exactly, exactly..).

“Look at that bump.” Linda gushes, “That’s a big baby,” She places her hand on your stomach. You take it off swiftly, “Thanks,” You dismiss her and her hands. “Have you seen Simon?” You ask, hands filled with paperwork from the doctor for your new schedule. “He’s in the break room.” She smiles oblivious. You nod and walk over to the lounge room, noticing Simon and Johnny. Johnny who buzzes past you, avoiding eye contact. You look at Simon who’s very pissed, his nostrils flared a bit and his brows furrowed deeply. “I have paperwork.” You raise the stack, he nods walking past you to his office.

When you get settled you both go over the paperwork, “what’s wrong?” You ask, looking him over, He’s slouching in his seat while typing away, a disgusted look on his face. “‘M fine.” He mutters. “Give me the paper,” He sighs, reaching out with an open hand. “Is it Johnny?” You press, “It’s nothing.” He flips through the paperwork. “It doesn’t look like nothing.” You cross your arms adjusting in your seat.

“I’m not arguing.” He mumbles into his hand, “I’m not trying to argue, I’m asking what’s wrong.” you correct him, his attitude rubbing off on you. “Is that what It sounds like? I’m arguing?” You press the matter even further. “I didn’t say that you were,” Simon sighs again, “I said I’m not arguing.”

“So what does that mean?” You say annoyed, confused. “It means whatever you want it to mean.” He shrugs. You blow a raspberry, “Simon I’m really not in the mood to play detective.” You blink, “what do you want me to say?” Simon finally looks up from his screen, “I don’t know tell me how you feel?”

“I’m annoyed.” Simon smiled sarcastically and it made you roll your eyes. Simon kissed his teeth, “I told you how I feel now you don’t like it.” Simon looks back down at the screen, You both sit there in silence for a bit, giving him bits and pieces of information you forgot to put on paper.

“We’re done.” Simon announces, snapping you out of your daydream. “You can have this back.” He hands you the paperwork, “You look pretty.” He states, You give him a sarcastic smile. He gets up from his chair, stretching and takes a couple steps towards you, wrapping his large arms around your shoulders. You inhale his cologne, and close your eyes for a little bit. “Sorry I’m being an ass.” He rocks you side to side. “No you’re not.” you mumble into his chest. He lets out a laugh, his chest vibrating, “I’ll let you go do whatever it is that you have to do.” He pulls away his hands on your shoulder.

It was the last week of working at the office before you start telecommuting. Your stomach was getting larger and larger with each week that passed. That Friday, your coworkers decided to throw you a going away baby shower. Of course you didn’t want it but they just kept persisting. So there you were sitting with a ribbon wrapped around your belly, holding a cup of mineral water.

“How long do you think the belly is?” Lina walked beside you shoving you in everyone’s face (not literally lmfao). “How big is she johnny?” She howled in laughter, “not too big,” He winked, making you cringe internally.

On the other side of the office, Simon sat on the empty desk watching you be passed around, wishing the party was already over so he could take you home. Simon hadn’t spoken to Johnny since the little break room incident, and didn’t plan on speaking to him ever again. That’s until he saw him participating in the game, placing his hand on your stomach while showering you in cheap compliments. Simon hopped off the desk and walked towards the two of you.

“You want to play?” Linda holds the roll of string in front of his face, “What do I do?” He looks at you, “yeesh.” Johnny chuckles, Simon's eyes snap over to johnny. “You guess the size of my belly with the ribbon.” You say, “Want to?” Linda shakes it. He shrugs and takes the ribbon, staring at your stomach extra hard with so much focus. “I’m gonna win,” Johnny announces to you, and you fake a laugh. Simon lets out a grunt, and then snips the ribbon.

“Everyone’s got their piece?” Linda yells, and everyone says yes in unison. “Who’s first?” She asks, and some of the ladies in the front go, then victor, then the security guard whose name you never caught. Then it was Johnny, he reached around you wrapping the ribbon around your waist, it was too big. “Overestimating is better than under, right?” Linda laughs. Johnny does a fake frown at his estimation and you do another fake laugh. It was Simon's turn, “I might be off.” He chuckles, doing the same action, “You better not be.” You mumble so only he can hear. Only for him to surprise himself when he gets it, along with one of the ladies from the front.

Once the “party” is over with, you help cleanup and get told to sit down many times. You sit in Victor's spinny chair and rub your belly watching Linda and Simon pick up loose trash, wrapping paper and baby bottles. “Are you tired?” Johnny appears at your side, “A little,” You say, “I don’t sleep that much already.” You chuckle, looking down at your stomach.

You keep your eyes on Simon who’s holding the trash bag for Linda, because apparently he doesn’t pick up quick enough. You can hear him saying you missed one, over and over again while Linda picks up each piece. His laugh draws hers out when she realizes there’s nothing left on the floor. His smile is bright, causing one to form one of your own (GET UP).

You didn’t even notice Johnny was still next to you, “You okay?” He asks, “Mhm.” You hum. “I wanted to tell you congratulations earlier.” He sits on the desk, blocking your view, exactly how simons does when it’s just you two in his office. “Thank you,” You nod, plucking the glitter out of your sweatshirt. Simon walks up to the two of you glitter all over his hair and on his shoulders some in his eyebrows stuck to his cheeks, “what happened to you?” You laugh, your eyes glowing with love the second he appears. Johnny watches you two interact quietly, “Me and Linda had an accident,” He closes one eye trying not to catch the glitter in his eye.

“You look like a fairy,” You tease, Linda comes around the corner, “I’m gonna head out, Congratulations.” She smiles at you, bending to give you a hug, and then wipes off Simon’s shoulder throwing more glitter on the floor. “Thank you, Linda,” he jokes, making her giggle, “See you monday.” She intones, “bye bye Johnny.” She places a hand on his shoulder then walks out.

You and Simon look at each other and grin, Trying to speak to each other with your eyes. Johnny is still there, “Picked any names?” Johnny interrupts whatever weird gazes are going on between you two. “No, Not yet.” You sigh, over the conversation that barely started. “I always wanted to name a daughter of mine, Eloise..” Johnny mentions. “Shame it’s not your kid.” Simon wipes his nose.

“Shame it’s yours.” Johnny quick with the comeback. “It’s a shame you shot me,” Simon drops it so casually, “I didn’t shoot you,” Johnny defends himself, “well it was just us in there and I think I would know.” SImon squints his eyes. “Of course you would think that, because everyone’s after Simon.” He mocks him, “Exactly like you are.” Simon nods.

“You shouldn’t have been in that room,” Johnny over enunciated, “I told you it wasn’t clear,” He gets louder, “You knew I would’ve let that bullet go right through me if it was you who was standing there.” he bellowed. Johnny stayed quiet for a moment not looking at the man yelling before him, “When I woke up you were gone.” Simon pauses, “and then you didn’t return any of my calls.”

You sit there between them, watching Simon's demeanor change completely, like a little boy begging for his only friend to stay, “Who was I supposed to call Johnny?” He looks at the blue eyed man, who’s eyes were glued to the desk across from you all. “ I don’t have a family, So who was it?” He pushes, Johnny still says nothing, Simon nods, disgust rushing over his face.

“You know what’s sick,” Simon points out, “I still think we’re like before.” He admits his tone harsh, like he’s repulsed with himself, “You won’t ever have to speak to me again, Johnny.” He spits.

“I want you out of this office, away from me and away from her” he points to you.

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avis-writeshq · 1 year

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miya atsumu – a lovely night

genre&warnings: rated 16+ for enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, and slowburn; mentions of eating and unsafe usage of cooking knives!! fem!reader

a/n: it was meant to be a small drabble but i got carried away lmao (i’ve also been working on this for more than a year so my peep my writing style changes LMFAOOO)

w/c: 10k exact

“i hate it here.”

“you say that every morning,” aneko chuckled, tying her hair up in a ponytail. “what happened this time?”

“i have a biology presentation soon and i’m not looking forward to it.” you side-eyed the window, watching as students begin filing out of their dorm rooms and into the walkways that lead to the campus.

aneko sighed, patting your shoulder. “you’ll do fine. you do well in every presentation, you know that.”

a lopsided smile made its way onto your face as you shrug your bag over your shoulder. “thanks, aneko… i’m gonna get some coffee. you want anything?”

she shook her head ‘no’, and you shrugged, making your way down the stairs, crossing the dormitories to the cafe next to the campus.

as soon as you took your place in line, a scalding sensation erupts through your shirt and all over your chest, and you jump back in shock and pain.

“what the hell?” you demand, hissing as the coffee burned your skin. unfortunately, the perpetrator is nowhere to be found, seemingly fleeing the scene. the last thing you see of the person is a volleyball jacket and piss-coloured hair.

gritting your teeth in frustration, you storm out of the cafe, ignoring the cries of the cafe staff and trailing after him. “oi! piss hair! you little…” a grunt escapes your lips as he makes a turn, disappearing into the sea of students.

eyes narrowing into slits, you marched your way back to your dorm, throwing the door open.

“what happened to you?” sakura frowned, getting up from her seat on the couch. “oh, and aneko’s on her date.”

“first of all,” you scowled, dumping your bags on the ground and retreating to the bathroom, “if you ever see a piss-haired brat, punch them in the face for me.”

“piss-haired brat,” she rolled her eyes in amusement before asking, “are you alright, (y/n)?”

tugging the shirt over your head, you stormed back out into the kitchen. “i have a biology presentation in an hour, i had boiling coffee spill on me and the guy didn’t even apologise! and now aneko has to go and flaunt her non-singleness to the world!”

“well, that guy is a douchebag,” she hummed. “and you know you always get the highest score in biology, so that’s not an issue for you. oh and you’re never going to guess what kou-chan told me!”

you raise an unsuspecting eyebrow, “what?”

she squeals, her hand clapping in excitement. “they knows someone who needs a date! he’s looking for a partner!”

your nose scrunched in distaste, “you set me up with six dates since last september and it’s only the beginning of january. do i really want your help in finding a date?”

“i know someone. trust me on this, okay?” she pats your shoulder and smooths out your hair. “are you free tomorrow night?”

“i think so…” you eye her wearily. “i’m trusting you, got it?”

she grins, the smile stretching across her face in excitement, “i won’t let you down! oh, you should start heading to biology.”

you nod, “alright… i’ll see you later. it’s your turn to buy groceries, so don’t forget!”

shooting you a thumbs up, sakura goes back to her fashion magazine, and you close the dorm door. maybe the day would get better? it can only go up from here… right? shaking the negative thoughts out of your head, you half-jog to the lecture hall, clutching at the strap of your shoulder bag. the hall is already half-filled with people reading over their notes, doing last-minute editing, and practising.

finding a seat near the middle, you began taking out all your notes from your bag. as you read through your entire presentation, the chair beside you screeched as someone took a seat there.

glancing up at the person to say a quick greeting and then you realised — “you!”

you bolted up from your seat, your eyes narrowed and the chair screeched as it dragged against the floor. he gapes, watching you stand.

“the hell ya talkin’ about?”

“you–” you flinched as the sharp hushing of students met your ears and you bowed sheepishly in apology. you turned back to the smug-looking brat, hissing your explanations. “the main issue is the fact that you spilled hot coffee on me. what’s worse is how you didn’t even apologise!”

he chuckled, “i see. you’re just a fan who wants attention! okay, you can watch our volleyball practice–”

“i don’t want to watch your stupid volleyball practice!” you snapped, gathering your books and shoving them into your bag. “unless you want to apologise, i don’t want to see your ugly face and piss hair.”

“hey–”

flipping him off as discreetly as possible, you stalked your way over to the other side of the lecture hall, sitting in between two students.

one raised their eyebrow at you. “is miya atsumu your boyfriend?”

you scoffed, muttering under your breath, “atsumu? what a shitty name…” you turn back to them, “no, he’s not my boyfriend. if he was, he would be dead by now.”

they nod, eyebrows raised, before turning back to their notes.

you, on the other hand, were left to your thoughts. miya? where have you heard that name before? and why the hell did he look so familiar?

***

“oi–”

“are you going to apologise?” you asked, not looking at him as you pack up your things after your successful presentation. “listen, buddy, i'm in a good mood. something i don’t want you screwing up.”

“i’m not here to apologise,” he huffed, “but maybe i can make it up to you?”

“i only want an apology, sweet cheeks,” a sarcastic smile bloomed on your face, and you patted his cheek snarkily. “now if you excuse me, i would like to get the coffee i couldn’t get this morning.”

“i’ll treat you,” atsumu offered and you shot him a glare.

“sure. i’ll take an apology with a side of sincerity.”

the smile on your face grew wider and you walked out of the lecture room and into the throng of students.

***

“i sure hope that this date of mine is as good as you say…” you hummed, searching through your bag to make sure you have everything. “why does it have to be at this fancy restaurant again?”

“because the guy just so happens to be extra,” sakura says, taking a left turn and parking in front of a tall building. “you are wearing the heels i gave you right?”

you nodded begrudgingly, recalling how she forced you to wear them before you left your dorm.

she squealed, her bright blue eyes gleaming with happiness. “okay, so here’s the rundown. the restaurant is ise sueyoshi–”

“i’m sorry, ise sueyoshi, as in one of the most expensive restaurants in all of tokyo?”

“i tried to talk him out of it,” she defended, grimacing at the thought of the bill. “look, it’ll be fine. just don’t think about it, okay? after the restaurant, you’ll take a nice walk around the city! oh, and i’m confiscating your keys.”

you blanched, “what, why?”

“so that you can’t ditch him halfway. no one is going to be home until your date is over, so there’s no reason for you to ditch.” she grinned, “you’ll be fine! he’s a good guy, trust me on this.”

you groaned in annoyance but pushed the car door open. “i’ll call you when i get inside the restaurant.”

she beamed, yelling, “the reservation is under hasegawa sakura!” before driving off into the distance.

a sigh left your lips as you stomp your way inside the building, taking the lift to the 11th floor. after entering the restaurant, you take a seat, looking at the bright city of tokyo below you.

“what a view, huh?”

no. you scowled, looking up at atsumu. “i’ve seen better.”

he shrugged, taking the seat in front of you and swirling his cup of wine around. “so yer my blind date. i would have thought that sakura had better friends.”

you sneered as you rose from your seat. “i was thinking the same thing. the only reason i’m on this stupid date is because of her, anyway.”

he grinned, and you felt a chill run down your spine as he says, “so ya asked her to set’cha up with me? very cute, sweetheart, but if ya wanted to go on a date with me, ya could have just asked.”

you scoffed, “i know full well about your reputation with girls, sweetheart. they go up to you all starry-eyed and then you break their hearts. besides, why the hell would i be attracted to someone like you?”

atsumu flinched at the honesty in your voice. do people really see him as some dream crusher heart breaker? “listen, sweet cheeks–” he relished in the way your cheeks darken at his words– “i am a great person.”

“yes, because every ‘great person’ flaunts about it in the hallways. yes, miya, you’re a great person.” the sarcasm rolled off your tongue fluidly, and he can’t help but roll his eyes when you speak again. “i lost my appetite. excuse me.”

he bolted up from his seat, eyes wide as you throw your bag over your shoulder and make your way out of the restaurant. “woah, woah, woah. do ya know how hard it was to get a reservation here? i even got a suit for this!”

“no, i don’t know how hard it was to get a reservation here. and this is just further proof you’re an asshole. you want to show off your money to some random stranger, knowing entirely that it’s a blind date.” you fake a smile and bow to the staff members.

atsumu faltered in his step before continuing to run after you. “okay, listen–”

“no, i am not going to listen, because the only thing that comes out of your mouth is bullshit. come on sakura, pick up…”

“(l/n)–”

“stop! okay, just… just stop.” your nostrils flared, and you turned around to shoot him a venomous glare. “i don’t care about you or your dumb polyester suit–”

“it’s wool.”

“–but you have to be stupid to think that i’d ever fall for you.”

he groaned, wiping his face in frustration. “we’re both doing this for sakura so can ya just cooperate for one damn night?”

you grit your teeth, eyeing him carefully, “okay. just one night.”

***

“i have t’ask,” atsumu begins, your bag thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. “why are ya on this date anyway? woulda thought that someone as charming as you would have had a date by now.”

“i could ask you the same question,” you quip, eyes fixated on the bright city lights that you could see from the aoyama bridge. “it’s not important anyway.”

he shrugged, “just wanted to know why.”

“both sakura and aneko have boyfriends. it kind of sucks to be the third wheel all the time. they give me hell for not doing anything on friday nights, too,” you shrug, “i mean, it’s not a big deal.”

atsumu snorts at your words. “so you want a date for the sake of having a date?”

“i want a date for the sake of not being lonely,” you correct, “but i think i’m going to have to be lonely for the time being.”

“an’ why do you think that?” a lazy smirk rests on his lips. “i’d be a perfect boyfriend.”

“yeah, that’d appeal to someone who believes in romance,” you laugh, patting his cheek and taking your bag off him.

to miya atsumu, life is a competition to be the best. who can win the most volleyball games? who can get the highest test result? who can eat the most onigiris from onigiri miya without taking breaks? life to him is a competition. it’s a race to the finish line and the person who gets there first is the winner. and what you just said? it sounds an awful lot like a challenge.

“alright then,” he grins at you, “i’ll make you fall in love with me by… say, end of june.”

“what’s that going to do for you? give you an ego boost?” you roll your eyes, “i’m not doing that.”

“scared, sweetheart?”

crossing your arms over your chest, you shoot him a glare. “no, i’m not. but i hope you realise that i am frankly feeling nothing.”

“is that so?”

“mmm, no. in fact, it could be less than nothing.”

he chuckles, “good to know. so, you agree?”

“that this is a waste of a lovely night? yes.”

“you know what i mean. if i can make you fall in love with me by the end of june, you have to be my girlfriend.”

you snort in response, “if i didn’t know any better, miya, i’d say you’re in love with me.”

he rolls his eyes, clearly ignoring your first remark. “alright then, choose your prize if you’re so confident.”

“if you fall in love with me…” you hum an evil glint in your eye, “i get total and full control over your social media.”

he smirks, holding out his hand for you to shake. “anything for you, princess.”

***

to you, life was about survival. don’t die, don’t mess up, don’t be a failure. that also meant ‘don’t get lonely, because that just screws things up for everyone’. aneko had eito, her boyfriend since high school, and sakura had taniguchi kou, the manager for the ejp volleyball team. that must have been how she even had connections to miya atsumu in the first place. survival was also not doing anything unnecessary. whether it be sleeping at ungodly hours, binge-watching an entire anime, or just studying too much, you couldn’t do that because it’ll destroy your schedule the next day. your life was based on routine. that is, it was based on routine.

“hey, (y/n), there’s some mail for you!” aneko yells out into the dorm, waving a pristine envelope around.

you raise an eyebrow. “it’s probably junk, just throw it out!”

“i’m gonna open it, okay?” she beams at you as you crack an egg into the pan.

“knock yourself out.”

you hum quietly to yourself as you turn off the stove and move the egg on top of your rice. grabbing a pair of chopsticks from your drawer, you cut through the egg, just as you hear a squeal.

“(y/n), oh my god, did you buy volleyball tickets? they’re vips, too!”

“what?” you push your seat back, grabbing the envelope from aneko’s hands. “i didn’t buy any volleyball tickets? it’s probably been given to the wrong person.”

“but there was a note for you in the envelope…” she frowned, “are you sure that it’s not for you?”

confusion was clear on your face as you pulled the note out, but it was replaced with a look of pure annoyance when you realised exactly who the note was from.

‘dear: (l/n) (y/n),

see you in the stands ;)

from: atsumu <3’

a deep scowl plasters itself onto your face and you dial his number into your phone.

“did you–”

“you absolute asshole!” you yell into your phone, swiftly cutting him off, slapping a hand against your forehead. “i’m not going to your dumb volleyball game, got it? i have things to do and places to be.”

“you and i both know that isn’t true, sweetheart,” he snorts and you can practically hear his eye roll. “you told me yourself - you don’t usually have plans on friday nights.”

you grimace because yes, you did say that. “well maybe i have plans now?” the words came out as a question and he chuckles.

“come on, it’ll be fun!”

“we’ll see,” you mutter before hanging up.

***

“i’ve never been in a proper volleyball stadium before,” aneko says as she bit into her onigiri. “i can’t believe you got vip tickets, (n/n)!”

“yeah… amazing,” you manage, a meek smile plastered on your face.

the entire stadium looks as if a rainbow puked on it. bright, colourful posters to support the players well held high in the air by multiple people. banners hang over the stands, the team’s logo and motto drawn in neat calligraphy... the multitude of people who came to watch was overwhelming – almost every seat has been filled.

“the first match is… black jackals versus the sendai frogs!” aneko beams as she looks at the flyer. “wow, they’re both really good. (y/n), look at them!”

forcing the flyer in front of your face, you push it away from you so you could properly read it, taking note of the team members. each of the members on both teams look good — really good. you look around yourself and chuckle, of course. no wonder it was so full. most of the fans are girls anyway.

one girl, sporting a bright blue shirt with the words ‘go atsumu!’, happens to catch your eye. she’s a typical popular girl — false clumpy lashes that you can spot from a mile away, hair curled in obnoxious rings, and a banner that screamed ‘look at me!’. you can tell from the amused looks the people gave her that she is a common spectator at msby games.

“that’s emiko etsudo,” aneko grumbles, catching your gaze, “she’s in my lecture and never stops talking.”

“seems to be the type,” you snort, turning back to the volleyball courts where the players began to take their places.

the black jackals are insane. even when they were just starting up you can already tell how skilled they are. each spike that hits against the glossy wooden floors sends shivers down your spine. as the game went on and got more intense, it’s clear that msby was in the lead in the fifth set. both teams won two sets each, an impressive feat in itself, and the score for the fifth set is close — 11-10 in the jackal’s favour.

soon enough, atsumu’s turn to serve came around after a quick rotation, and the cheerleaders and band immediately fell into a hush. your eyes meet with atsumu and he sends a wink your way, resulting in a high pitched shriek to resound throughout the stadium. you can hear emiko freaking out and screaming that he was winking at her, amusing you. sending a small, two-fingered salute back at atsumu, you brushed your pants down as you stood up.

“i’m gonna head off to the bathroom for a second. i’ll be right back, okay?”

aneko nods, fully immersed in the game. letting out a tired sigh, you leave the gym, searching for the restroom. the volleyball game must have ended a lot quicker than you expected when an entire team walks past you, almost trampling you in the process.

“well, well, well. what do we have here?”

you groan, “miya. i’m assuming you won?”

“don’t look so excited,” he grins boyishly, and you ignore the warming of your heart as he does. “we’re gonna go get some drinks after we win. care to join?”

he slings a sweaty arm over your shoulder and you cringe, pushing his arm off. “i don’t do drinks.”

“you harassing someone, miya?” a lazy voice drawls from behind you, and you almost jump at the random voice.

“o’course not, omi-kun!” atsumu snorts, “this is (y/n)!”

“(l/n),” you correct, patting his back sarcastically, “we’re not quite there yet.”

‘omi-kun’ raises an eyebrow. “right. nice to meet you.” and with that, he followed the rest of the team into the locker room, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“that’s a character.” you roll your eyes. “anyway, i better head back to aneko. she’s probably getting worried.”

“i’ll walk ya,” he offers, a bright smile on his face, only for it to fall within seconds.

“miya? what’s—”

a harsh squeal meets your ears and you flinch, whipping around to see etsudo, her merch in plain view and looking like a disco ball.

“atsumu, oh my god, you were so good out there!” her high pitched voice rings in your ears.

“shut up—” atsumu begins, but stops short. your words echo in his head, ‘they go up to you all starry-eyed and then you break their hearts’. “yeah, whatever.”

etsudo’s eyes widen and you can practically see the excitement oozing out of her. “i knew you’d love me!”

“how do you get that from— never mind,” you shake your head, a sarcastic smile on your face as you begin to walk away. “i’m gonna go. good luck with this, miya.”

“wait, hold on,” atsumu fumbles, running past etsudo and trailing behind you. “i said i would walk ya.”

“but you were having such a good time with your fangirl,” you say innocently, battering your eyelashes. “emiko etsudo, i think her name is?”

“don’t remind me,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “she’s gone to every game and thinks that i’m in love with her or something. spoiled pig…”

“so you don’t like her? do you hate all your fans?” you raise an eyebrow, both in curiosity and in disbelief.

he shrugs, a smirk on his face. “not all of them. you’re the only one i can tolerate.”

“smooth,” you laugh, “how many girls did you use that one on?”

“just one,” he hums, bumping his side gently against yours.

you can’t deny the fluttering of your insides as he does and you scold yourself. this is a game to him — he doesn’t feel anything for you.

“how nice of you,” you say, trying to ignore the growing blush on your cheeks and the heat that’s crawled up to your ears. “well, there’s aneko. i’m gonna go…”

“alright, then.” he grins, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “until next time, sweet cheeks.”

you gape as he leaves, cheeks hot with embarrassment and surprise. “wha-”

“(y/n), oh my god, was that atsumu?” aneko demands, shaking you to answer.

you don’t respond, trying to calm yourself down from shock, your heart racing a thousand times an hour. you don’t mean anything to him. you’re a game to him — a game that he plays just to show everyone else that he is better than them.

“(y/n)? are you okay?”

you jolt out of your trance, blinking tiredly. “oh. yeah. i’m fine.”

***

“atsumu-san, who was that?” hinata bounds up to him, all smiles after winning against his longtime rival.

“(l/n) (y/n), apparently,” sakusa responds, his hands still stuffed in his pockets and a towel around his shoulders.

“oh, she’s sakura-chan’s friend, right?” bokuto asks brightly and takes a bite of his protein bar.

atsumu nods, mind distant as he thinks about where to take you on your next ‘date’. it wouldn't be a real date if he already bet on it, right? would a cafe work? what about a cat cafe? do you even like cats?

“oi, miya.”

he looks up to see sakusa, and he grins, “knew i’d grow on you, omi-omi~”

“your face looks gross,” he scrunches his face in disgust.

“you had a funny look on your face, atsumu-san!” hinata laughs.

“like how taniguchi-san looks at sakura-chan!” bokuto agrees side-eying atsumu who was no longer paying attention to the conversation.

currently, atsumu was thinking of a million ways he could win your heart. he was thinking of a million ways to get you to fall for him, all so that he can prove to you that he isn’t as bad as you think he is. he had a little over a month to get you to fall in love with him and, granted, he did spill boiling coffee over you and then proceeded to not apologise. scratching his head in thought, a lightbulb suddenly dinged in his head. there is only one person in the world who knows everything about everything. and in this case? everyone.

***

“nice try. not happening,” sakura responds swiftly, turning away from the setter. “look, atsumu, you’re my friend and all, but the fact that you want to win my best friend over for the sake of your pride isn’t a good enough reason to ‘get to know her’. if anything, it makes you seem like an even shitter person than everyone perceives you to be.”

he snorts at her words, “you really are a friend of (y/n). come on, sakura-chan! i just need to know what she likes! that’s all!”

sakura grits her teeth, beginning to regret sending you on that date with this piss-haired brat. “i don’t care, atsumu. i’m not going to let you break her heart for the sake of your stupid pride. you want to use someone for your stupid experiment? fine, not my problem, but you’re going to use my best friend.”

he flinches at her icy tone, now understanding why kou-san warned him about getting on sakura’s bad side. despite her incredibly bright and sunny disposition, she really was incredibly terrifying when it came to the people that she cared about which was not good for him. next attempt? fukuhara aneko.

“i don’t understand why you’re trying so hard,” aneko remarks as she invites atsumu into the shared apartment, “you’re doing this… because you want to be known as some dreamboat who breaks girls’ hearts left right and centre?”

“i’m doing this to prove a point,” atsumu corrects, “but when you say it that way—”

“i am not going to let you break my best friend’s heart,” aneko cuts in, taking a knife out of the knife block and waving it around halfheartedly, relishing in the way the setter flinches. “nice try, though.”

he groans in annoyance, “sakura-chan said the same thing.”

“then why are you trying?” aneko demands, frustration clear in her voice, “you’re putting all this effort in to ‘prove a point’. do you know how ridiculous you sound? what’s the real reason you want to win (y/n) over?”

at her words, atsumu falls silent. as cliche as it seemed, you were interesting to him. you’re different, and at his thoughts, the volleyball player cringes internally. to be entirely fair, and to give you credit, you stood your ground around him which was admirable, to say the least. unlike the other ‘spoiled pigs’, you actually have some sort of awareness. maybe he…

he shakes his head, snorting quietly. as if he attracted to someone the likes of you.

“i’ll figure it out myself,” atsumu concludes, avoiding aneko’s unimpressed gaze. “she has to fall for me at some point. does she have any social media?”

“i thought you said that you’ll figure it out yourself,” aneko responds drily. “why don’t you just ask her yourself? let me guess; your pride?"

to atsumu, that sounded a whole lot like a challenge.

***

for a friday morning, you were surprisingly busy, especially because of all the practice exams you’ve been doing as preparation for an exam that will take place in less than three months. but of course, no day passes without a few random interruptions.

“hey, sweetheart, you doing anything?”

atsumu’s annoying voice rang in your ears through the phone, and you couldn’t help but grit your teeth. “what do you want, miya?”

“i was just wondering if there’s anything in particular you wanted to do, lately,” he responds, his voice in a sing-song tone. “just figured i should take you out on a better date.”

you scoff at his proposal, “nice try, miya. you’re not getting me that easily.”

“aw, don’t be like that, darling! i’ll take you out to get coffee, how about that?”

a silence washes over you as you consider his offer. to be entirely fair, you couldn’t really say no to a free food, and it did give him a chance to redeem himself. not to mention you definitely did need the coffee at some point.

“alright, miya, let’s do it.” you shrug, not that he could see it, “when and where?”

“i’ll text you the address,” he responds, and you can hear the pride and smugness through the phone. “see you there, babe.”

from: miya

hey princess!

from: miya

[sent location]

from: miya

see you in 20!

a sigh escapes your lips, not believing that you actually let yourself be dragged into this mess – a mess that was only made for atsumu’s pride and ego. picking up your bag, you made your way over to the location he sent you, praying that it wasn’t some sick joke and that you weren’t about to be murdered.

your arrival at the cafe doesn’t go unnoticed by the volleyball player, the little bell at the door welcoming you in and announcing your presence to the rest of the people inside. you don’t miss the way atsumu’s head spins around to look at you, a boyish grin spreading onto his face as if to say, “i can’t believe you’re actually here.” you find it funny, considering how he’s the one who invited you here in such an ominous way. he waves you over enthusiastically – too enthusiastically – and you ignore the quickening of your heart at the way he looks so excited to see you.

he’s not happy to see you, you have to remind yourself – although you feel your heart begin to sink at your own thoughts. you huff, now is not the time to be caught up in his romantic theatrics. the only reason why he’s so excited to see you is to rub it in your face that you actually fell for it. right?

“i already ordered for us!” atsumu said happily, taking a sip of his coffee for affect, “ya don’t mind, do ya, princess?”

“atsumu, do you really think i’m a princess?” you ask, batting your eyelashes.

“ya know i do, princess!” he smiles, pushing a dark chocolate mocha towards you.

“then stop making decisions for me,” you deadpan, crossing your legs. “how do you even know what i order anyway?”

another obnoxious grin your way as he answers, “i have connections.”

you scoff once again, rolling your eyes as you lifted the drink to your lips.

atsumu hates the way his eyes fell to your lips as you spoke and he hates the way his heart began to pound the second you stepped through the door of the cafe. he isn’t supposed to feel this way – he’s not supposed to like you. so he suppresses his feelings. as usual.

the date – could you even call it a date? – ended on a positive note to your surprise. atsumu was clearly doing his best to be ‘the man of your dreams’, and as much as you appreciated his gentlemanly ways, you hated to admit that you missed his teasing charms and his childish antics. the idea of you missing his annoying nature is beyond your own understanding, to the point where you were almost sure that he had successfully brainwashed you.

you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts away as you return to the present. atsumu decided to walk you back to your dorm which, to give him credit, was actually quite sweet of him… even though you kept insisting that it wasn’t necessary.

“hey, lets do this again sometime,” you find yourself saying, realising that you actually did enjoy the boy’s company. “it was fun!”

he smirks smugly at you, and you had to laugh as he says, “i knew i’d grow on you, love!”

“just be yourself next time,” you snort, patting him on the shoulder as you walk to the entrance of your dorm building. “i’m paying!”

“as if!” he yells back, and you smile as he waves goodbye.

you’re left to your thoughts as you ride the elevator to the seventh floor, thinking over what just transpired. it was weird – considering atsumu’s naturally flirtatious character – and if you had to be completely honest with yourself, it was unnerving seeing him do a complete one-eighty regarding his personality.

the biggest thing that worried you was how he was so willing and quick to change his personality for someone. was he that desperate to prove himself to a complete stranger?

“so…?”

you hear a voice as you enter your dorm. there, sakura leaned against the kitchen counter, the biggest and the smuggest look on her face.

“how was the date?” she coos, eyes glistening in mischief.

“weird,” you respond, dropping your bags to the side as you pull a chair out to sit. “sakura, you know him. has he ever been in any… bad relationships?”

she thinks for a moment before responding, “why do you ask?”

you shrug, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. “he just seems to eager to prove how macho he is. did something happen?”

“from what i know, and from what kou’s told me, he’s always been like that. you could always ask osamu-san, though. you know him, the owner of onigiri miya.”

you clicked your fingers in acknowledgement, “so that’s why he looked so familiar! i haven’t been to that place in ages!”

she nods, “ask osamu. tell him i sent you.”

***

“kombu-onigiri for (l/n) (y/n)!” osamu calls out to the small crowd of people, and you have to do a double take when you see him.

he was practically the same as atsumu, aside from his dark grey eyes and ash brown hair, and you had to hold your tongue from complaining.

“thanks,” you smile, taking the little bag.

“i haven’t seen you in a while,” osamu comments as he prepares another order. “busy with uni?”

you sigh tiredly, “it is what it is. i wanted to talk to you about something.”

he nods, “shoot. umekaka-onigiri for kimura!”

“it’s about atsumu.”

he stops before turning to you slowly. “... let’s wait until i close, yeah? happy to wait for another hour or so?”

“take your time.”

time passes quickly among the quiet vocaloid music and the volleyball game that played on the tv overhead, as well as the multitude of customers that came and went. osamu gave you complimentary onigiris while you waited and despite your initial denial of the free food, you had to give in to the soft smell of caramelised rice and sesame oil.

it was well past seven o’clock by the time osamu was able to speak to you, but at least you were well fed while you waited.

“sorry about that,” osamu apologises, untying his apron and placing a cup of hot green tea in front of you. “what did you want to talk about?”

at that moment, you want to scream at the universe. of course, you’re stuck with the annoying stuck up brat instead of the sweet chef that sat in front of you.

“don’t worry about it,” you smile, wrapping your hands around the warm cup. “atsumu… has he ever been in any bad romantic relationships?”

he doesn’t respond directly, instead chuckling and asking, “you’re the girl he’s seeing, aren’t you? the hard-headed one? what does he call you again? oh, ‘princess’, was it?”

you raise an eyebrow, “he talks about me?”

he smirks, leaning back in his seat and there’s a smugness as he says, “a lot more than you think, princess.”

you take back everything you said about the universe. both the miya twins were equally insufferable.

“don’t call me that. and answer the question!”

his face falls from the obnoxious grin he once had and settles into a frown. “he was. a year ago, with… tachibana reina, i think. fucking bitch.”

your eyes widen at the sudden coldness and spite that drips from his words. “what happened?”

“cheated on him. treated him like shit. god… no wonder he’s been going on so many dates.” he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “i shouldn’t tell you this, and frankly i shouldn’t be telling you anything, but…”

he looks around, almost comically, before saying, “i really think you’re good for him, (y/n). i’m serious. out of all the girls he’s gone on dates with, he’s made it pretty clear that he likes you.”

you almost laugh if he wasn’t so serious. “he’s only trying so hard to prove a point, osamu. he doesn’t feel anything for me.”

he sips his green tea, laughing quietly, “i promise he actually likes you. he’s just scared, y’know?”

“from everything you’ve told me? i get it.” it’s your turn to frown as you digest his words. “i just need to take care of myself too, that’s all.”

“just talk to him. really, he’s not as bad a guy as you’d expect.”

***

after days of psyching yourself up – only to psych yourself out – you find yourself waiting at the university gym, cringing internally at the smell of sweat and antiperspirant. but all that goes away the moment you sit at the bleachers, the manager of the team nodding in acknowledgement. the rest of the volleyball team didn’t seem to notice your entry into the gym, and if they did, they clearly didn’t pay any mind to it as they continued their practice game. and damn was it a view. strangely enough, you found your eyes to linger a little too long on a familiar blond player, him sporting the number ‘7’ on his jersey.

as much as you wanted to deny it, it was undeniably cute and inspiring to see him work so hard. but it all comes crashing down when he lands awkwardly on his leg after a block.

it all happens so quickly; the captain calling for a time-out, the manager rushing over to him and the coach yelling for everyone to give him some room. you stand from your seat, hoping to get a better view of what was going on, and you did. and you wished you just stayed seated or you could purge the image out of your memory.

there atsumu sat, trying and failing to get up without anyone’s help. it was a painful scene to watch as he gasped in pain and exhaustion, denying his captain’s hand and ignoring his manager’s pleas to let the rest of the team help him.

“hey, atsumu…”

his neck snaps to look at you, your hand outstretched with a lopsided smile on your face (you tried to make it reassuring).

“come on, ‘tsumu. let’s get you to the infirmary.”

you help him wrap an arm over your neck as you hoist him up, him balancing on his good leg.

“i got it from here,” you say to the coach who let out a heave of relief.

“thank you, (l/n).”

the walk to the infirmary was quiet, and although it was only a short distance, the journey seemed to stretch on and on. the moment he makes his presence aware to the nurse, she fusses over him, almost like a mother goose tending to her child.

it was obvious that atsumu was doing his best to stay strong, despite how his brown eyes glossed over with tears and how he hissed in pain when the nurse moved his ankle slightly.

“a sprain,” she says to the both of you, before addressing the boy in front of her. “grade two sprain, teetering to grade three. i’m calling six weeks off the ankle and then rehab for two weeks.”

“that’s… two months?”

the voice crack is evident in the setter’s voice and he’s on the verge of tears. you would be, too if you were in his shoes. taking one month off to recover is already bad enough for an athlete, let alone two.

she nods, “i’ll let your coach know. stay off the ankle, atsumu, i mean it.” she turns to you, “you make sure of it, okay?”

“of course.”

you drive atsumu’s car (a fancy mercedes because apparently their team was sponsored by them or something like that) to his dorm, helping him onto the couch.

“are you okay?”

he nods and you watch him swallow the lump in his throat.

you ask him again, and it’s only then when he cries. you sit beside him as he cries into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and your ear as you rub his back. you press kisses to the top of his head, denying every horrible harsh thing that comes out of his mouth. he cries and cries until there’s nothing left to cry about. he cries about his injury and how he’s letting everyone down. he cries about how he’s never good enough and how you deserve better – someone who isn’t stuck up and obnoxious. he cries about reina and how it’s his fault she fell out of love with him. he cries about how he was horrible to osamu, his brother who put up with all his problems and who always treats him with kindness despite everything. he apologises and apologises until he falls asleep in your arms, and at that moment you shed a tear.

you hate yourself for all the harsh things you say about him behind closed doors. you hate the way you thought of him as a nuisance because, god, he is the furthest thing from a nuisance. you hate the way you used to wish he wasn’t in your life because you realise that now you wouldn’t know how life would be without seeing his pretty face and his genuine joy to see you.

you move him so that he can rest his head on a cushion – a feat in itself considering that he’s 73 kilograms of pure muscle – before making a phone call.

when he finally wakes, the first thing he sees is you.

“you’re awake,” you say, more to yourself than to him.

“sorry,” he responds, his eyes puffy and swollen, and you raise an eyebrow at his word as he pushes himself up from the couch so that his back was against the backrest.

“you don’t need to apologise,” you chuckle, “anyway, i called osamu-san about what happened and he brought some food for you to eat.”

he’s silent, looking up at you, confusion clear in his eyes. why are you being so… nice to him?

“i thought you hated me,” he says bitterly, his gaze shifting to his hands.

you falter, and you stop stirring the udon. “i… i’m sorry.” you look back at the pot, “i never… i never hated you.”

he scoffs in disbelief, “you did. i know you did.”

“i didn’t,” you respond firmly, moving to pour the udon into a large bowl, “i didn’t hate you. i think i hated the idea that you were using me, or something.” you sprinkle some spring onions over the udon before topping it up with an egg and the tempura that osamu helped you fry earlier. “that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? this entire thing is a game – a bet – to boost your ego.” he’s quiet as you talk, and you sigh in both frustration and regret. “but i never hated you. and i’m sorry that you felt like i did.”

you place the bowl in front of him on the coffee table, wiping your hands on your pants awkwardly. “um, yeah… i’m gonna clean up now so… call me when you need me, i guess.”

“can you stay here?” atsumu asks suddenly, and you nod.

“sure.”

***

despite all your protests and your pleas, you, osamu, and atsumu walk into the university gym four weeks later. well, it wasn’t so much walking for atsumu as it was wheeling him through the glass sliding doors. that was your condition for him to enter the gym: for him to sit in a wheel chair while you wheel him around. sure, wheeling around a man the size of atsumu isn’t what you would consider to be fun, but the doctor did call for at least six weeks off the injury, and you weren’t about to be scolded by a medical personnel. osamu tags along with you, saying that he wanted to ‘see his brother in his misery’.

cheers and greetings from the team flood your ears, and you grin happily at all of them. of course, sakusa wastes no time in shooting sarcastic comments to atsumu, but you know that deep down he’s happy that his friend is doing okay with his injury. hinata and bokuto are beyond excited, high-fiving atsumu and telling him that they can’t wait for him to get back onto the court. meian scolds atsumu lightly for not taking care of himself, but he turns to you with a grateful smile.

you smile at the scene, standing off to the side with a few other people as you watch everyone reconnect with their ‘long lost team member’ when you notice osamu’s face fall. his expression hardens and he narrows his eyes at the door.

“osamu, what–”

one look at the gym doors is enough to make your heart fall as a tall girl stands at the entrance. it’s almost impossible to miss her – what, with her obnoxious outfit that doesn’t fit a university gym in the slightest – as she looks around the gym with a raised eyebrow. it’s only when she sees atsumu does her expression change into a ridiculous tear-stricken look, her eyebrows knitting together as her brilliant blue eyes well with tears.

“atsumu!” she cries, and everyone turns around as her high-pitched voice enters their ears.

meian blinks in confusion before turning to atsumu, whose face is now pale white before settling into a frown.

“atsumu-san, who is that?”

“tachibana reina,” osamu scowls, stepping in front of his brother protectively. “what the hell are you doing here?”

tachibana sniffs before wiping a stray tear off from her cheek. “i heard that atsumu-chan was injured so i came right away!”

you grit your teeth, moving to stand beside the onigiri-maker. “he was injured four weeks ago. if you really did care, you would have at least called earlier.”

her expression shifts in an almost comical way, an eyebrow raising at you and she speaks as if you burned her. “who are you?”

“we could ask you the same question,” sakusa spits back, lifting his mask up to cover his face as he expresses his hostility.

samson foster, the coach of msby, steps forward to meet with tachibana, and you can tell that he isn’t at all pleased. first of all, she decides to wear three-inch high heels into a gym, proceeds to jump herself onto an injured team member, and she didn’t even ask to visit from one of the team or staff members.

you crouch beside atsumu so that you can look in his eyes as you ask him, “you want to go now?”

he swallows thickly, eyes flicking to where tachibana stands, before nodding. “yeah.” he looks away from you when he says it.

“okay.”

you nod in acknowledgement to the rest of the team, osamu saying that he wanted to be with the team in hopes to diffuse the situation and in hopes of sending tachibana packing. sakusa raises an eyebrow at you and you smile reassuringly, mouthing the words, ‘i’ll text you later’, which he responds with a nod of his own.

“she has some nerve,” you comment as you drive through the freeway. “coming all the way here, i mean. she’s already done so much to hurt you and she just pops in from out of the blue?” you scoff, shaking your head as you indicate left to reach the exit. “i’ve only met her for ten seconds and i already hate her. how did you even survive dating her for as long as you did?”

he chuckles from beside you, “i guess we all make bad dating mistakes.”

“she’s the worst.” you roll your eyes, pulling up to his driveway. “you have the patience of a fucking saint.”

you help him into his apartment, quietly hoping that the issue at the gym has been diffused. you doubt it, considering the stories atsumu has told you about his lying ex-girlfriend, but you had to hope for the best.

“regardless of whether or not she actually cares for you, her actions were uncalled for.” you continue as you prop up your laptop on the coffee bench. “did you see osamu’s face?”

he laughs loudly, moving to sit closer next to you. “he has a dumb face.”

“you have the same face!” you cry out, clapping him on the shoulder. “anyway, i have an exam in a couple days, so hush.”

he shoots you another cheeky grin and you condemn the way your heart stutters in your chest.

“anything you say, princess.”

***

“welcome back,” coach foster chuckles, clapping atsumu on the back as he walks into the gym. “your ankle all good? you went to all your rehab sessions, right?”

“o’course!” atsumu grins, stumbling a little from the force of the clap. “(Y/N) wouldn’t let me skip any even if i wanted to.”

bokuto snickers, “oh yeah, your girlfriend!”

atsumu chuckles at his friends words, waving them off. “nah, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“but you like her, right?” hinata is quick to respond, wiggling his brows. “even sakusa likes her!”

atsumu’s face morphs into a betrayed one as he wails teasingly, drooping and arm over his friend. “no, omi-omi, how could you do this to me?!”

“get off.” sakusa grumbles not unkindly. “you smell.”

“oi, i showered!”

while atsumu was living his life, you were tempted to stay at home for a week while your mourned. what exactly were you mourning though? simple: the fact that you were very much gaining feelings for miya atsumu. in other words, you were wallowing in your misery. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you weren’t supposed to let him win.

“it’s really not that bad,” sakura offers, patting your head sympathetically. “i know it’s not ideal-”

“not ideal?” you demand, bringing your head up fro your pillows to glare at her. “this is, like, the worst thing that could happen!”

“i think you’re overreacting,” aneko offers from the otherside of the couch, rolling her eyes when your bury your face into the pillow in your arms again.

“i’m not overreacting,” you groan, words muffled by the pillows. you lift your head up once again and you scrunch your face in frustration. “he’s- he’s- this entire thing is a game to him! he doesn’t even like me!”

“i really doubt that,” sakura says gently, rubbing your back. “i know it might seem like he’s an asshole, but he’s a really nice person.”

aneko snorts, “i don’t think you need to tell her that.”

“i hate you both!” you complain, flopping backwards in your agitation. “he’s going to break my heart.”

your friends exchange looks before aneko pipes up once again. “maybe you should talk to him about it.”

“as if!” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. “he’s just going to rub it in my face.”

sakura squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “sweetie, i really don’t think he’d do that.”

“but you don’t know if he will or not!” you let out another scream into your pillow, tears prickling your eyes. “how could i be so- so- so stupid?!”

“you’re not being stupid. it’s normal to catch feelings and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. atsumu probably feels the same way.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, right. he thought i hated him for the longest time.”

“but you made up for it,” aneko responds without missing a beat. “you literally stayed with him almost the entire time he was healing. and now, he’s back on the court doing better than ever.”

“not to mention the fact that you guys literally hang out every single day. it’s getting kind of lonely here,” sakura teases, ruffling your hair. “look, if atsumu doesn’t like you back, that just shows how much of a dick he is and is just a red flag avoided. it’s a win-win situation. you literally cannot lose.”

“she has a point, y’know,” aneko chuckles, “no matter what happens, you’d be the winner.”

“i guess so… ugh, why does this all have to be so confusing?”

“how about you tell him how you feel during his next game,” aneko suggests, pulling out her phone. “see, look, it says that they have a game next week. why don’t you tell him then?”

you nod, jumping to your feet in determination. “i can do this.”

***

you cannot do this.

there you sit on the last day of june, coincidentally also the last game of the season, palms hot and sweaty as you ruminate on whatever you’re going to do after the game is over. atsumu is performing as well as ever – sets dangerously accurate, serves powerful and as strategic as usual – and you can’t help the way your eyes are trained on him. it’s almost as if you couldn’t avert your eyes no matter how much you wanted to. even still, your heart is pounding in your chest (not because you were invested in the game) and you had half the mind to leave the stadium. only, that wasn’t an option because atsumu already spotted you in the crowd. why did you let your dumb friends convince you to do this?

the whistle sounds, bringing your out of your thoughts and you glance at the score board. 25 - 19, in favour of the jackals. both teams were filtering out of the gym as well as the spectators in the stands and you follow suit, squeezing through the throngs of people. you toss between leaving and staying again as you navigate through the crowds – maybe you can run from your problems? – only to quite literally run into your problem.

an ugly squawk escapes your lips and you cringe internally. ‘how romantic,’ you scoff to yourself sarcastically as you rub your forehead.

“oof, sorry, princess, are you okay?” atsumu steadies you in an instant, pushing your hair back to survey the damage. “no bruises?”

you let out an airy laugh. “no harm done. congrats on your win.”

he grins, winking, “anything for you, princess.” he pauses, looking you up and down. “what are you doing here?”

“nothing!” you reply quickly, and you kick yourself internally for being awkward. “uh… nothing.”

he hums in amusement, “so you only came here for the fun of it?”

you wonder how your roommates would react if you came back to the flat still single. would it be worth leaving right now? you’re only delaying the inevitable, you hear aneko’s voice in your head and you cringe because you can imagine her saying it in that disappointed motherly voice she uses. you can imagine sakura nodding beside her, giving you a look that screamed you’re a right idiot.

“i wanted to talk to you,” you find yourself saying, wringing your hands in anxiety. “you should change first. and shower.”

he throws his head back and laughs. “yeah, i’ll see you in a bit.”

a bit passes by quicker than expected with sakusa kiyoomi leaving the changing room’s first and nodding at you in respect, followed by hinata and bokuto who grin wildly and pat you on the shoulder before meeting their respective rides (you recognise one to be kageyama tobio, the setter for another volleyball team but the other is equally as attractive with dark hair and glasses framing his blue eyes). the rest of the team emerges from the showers, chattering away and obviously pumped about their win. you hear someone – their captain? – yell about drinks to which the remaining people there agree heartily, but you feel an arm rest on your shoulder.

“sorry, guys, but i have plans with this lovely lady. maybe next time!” he grins, propping his sports bag securely on his shoulder before walking you out.

“i- wait, ‘tsumu, if you have plans-”

his smile widens at the nickname and his hand moves to rest at your waist. “i do have plans! with you!”

your cheeks burn at his words and you laugh in response. you glance at him from the corner of your eye and he seems to be at ease. his hand brushes against yours for a seconds and you swallow thickly – are you reading too much into things? a breath escapes your lips as the two of you walk around the city, the moon appearing from behind some clouds as you do. for someone who was just running around wildly on a court, atsumu was certainly energetic.

“remember this place?” he asks, moving to stand between you and the road.

you only just realise your surroundings and you chuckle once you see the all too familiar street you were currently standing on. “of course i do.”

he laughs, throwing his head back, and you think it’s one of the nicest sounds you’ve ever heard.

the towering building that holds the renowned ise sueyoshi looms over the two of you, and you can’t help but feel nostalgic. the bright lights of the building shines through the windows and you can see the pale orange light against the inky blue sky. the kanji for the building is lit up in bright yellow, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the line was still long at this time of night.

a short walk later and you’re back at aoyama bridge, the cherry blossoms blowing gently through the wind. a few other people are scattered around the bridge, mostly couples holding hands save for the odd jogger or two. the walk was short – less than ten minutes – and you’re grateful for the fresh air. you rest your arms against the rails of the bridge, enjoying the cool air against your skin. atsumu stands beside you, his back against the rails and his bag on the floor.

“i wanted to talk to you,” you say finally after long moments of silence. you glance at your watch: ten minutes to midnight.

he quirks an eyebrow, turning his head to look at you fully. “what’s up?”

a breath leaves your lips as your wring your hands nervously over the railing. you look up at him with a small smile. “i like you.”

you expect him to laugh. to gloat in your face. to point and laugh and call you stupid. or maybe to run away with his tail between his legs. you expect him to stare at you in disgust and in annoyance, to roll his eyes and spit at your feet. you don’t, however, expect him to take a step towards you and cup your face with his warm calloused hands. you don’t, as much as you hoped, expect him to press his lips to yours, holding your gently as if you were porcelain. you don’t expect him to bring you closer to his chest, burying his head into your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. but atsumu miya is full of surprises.

“i like you, too.” he mumbles, and you shiver from the way his breath brushes over the skin on your neck.

your heart is thundering in your chest and the blood rushes to your ears. “what?”

he laughs, bringing his head back up to look you in the eye. “i like you, too.”

one hand cups your cheek and the other pulls you in from your waist and he kisses you again. you pull away for air, cheeks warm and head spinning.

“yeah?”

another laugh. “of course i do, princess.” then he grins, “be my girlfriend? ya can’t say no.”

confusion enters your mind before it dawns on you. you glance at your watch – 11:59 pm. you gape at him, mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find something to say.

“i guess we both lose,” you say finally, rolling your eyes after you calm down.

he chuckles, taking your hand. “i’d say we’re both winners.”

you smile at his words. “couldn’t stand my charm, could you, miya?”

“as if!” he yells, snorting. “you fell for my charms, too!”

you stick your tongue out and swing your arms. “whatever you say, sweet cheeks.”

he kisses your cheek. “i do say, princess.”

you hum, breathing in the cool night air as you walk. “what do you think, ‘tsumu? waste of a lovely night?”

“absolutely not, princess.”

quick trivia:

ise sueyoshi: a real restaurant found in tokyo, japan. a high end restaurant that specialises in traditional japanese food.

aoyama bridge: a real bridge in tokyo, japan. approximate 9 minute walk from ise sueyoshi and is actually a tourist destination.

reblogs are always appreciated!

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lucvly · 5 months

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can you do chris w a latina gf? i need that sm i’ve been asking everywhere 🙏🏻

— chris with a latina girlfriend hcs! ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too crazy ! not proofread oops

a/n: this was so fun to write ☹️

— loooves it when you teach him how to dance. you taught him how to dance bachata because your tía kept making fun of his ass for not knowing how to dance. at first he Sucked but now he out dances you. + dances salsa better than you ever could.

— knows all of bad bunny and karol g’s discography thanks to you. he can name at least five songs from them from the top of his head.

— family gatherings are always such a rollercoaster with him it’s hilarious. you’ll literally be serving food for him and yourself when all the sudden he’s nowhere to be found ??? guess where he’s at... yeah, playing fortnite with your primos.

— has a really hard time remembering everyone’s names at first, especially your tías and primos.

— is such a cutie HELPP loves learning about your culture, he thinks it makes you way more special.

— if you’re fluent, he asks you to help him with a few spanish lessons just so he can communicate with your family a bit better.

— sometimes you call him spanish pet names and he just completely melts. (“mi amor”, “mi vida”, “cielo”) and he’s on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on.

— he gets along surprisingly well with your parents. overall he’s just easygoing so your mom had always loved him. your dad on the other hand... not so much.

— made a somewhat bad first impression on your dad because he was lowkey nervous ???

— after that terrible first impression with your dad, somehow they started getting along so well at the next family gathering though. your dad is calling him mijo atp like ??? those two would sit and watch soccer together, laughing their ass off and actually being excited about the game– (you and your mom are clueless as to when and how they started bonding).

— after that, whenever you visit their parents they’re always asking about chris.

— this one time, you went to visit your parents without chris because he was on tour with his nick and matt. your dad was so confused as to why he didn’t come with you ??? called chris & everything LMFAOO. you had to remind that man who his real child is 🙄🙄.

— he’ll start catching onto your superstitions subconsciously HELPP. you keep telling him to stop walking under flights of stairs or sweeping over people’s feet because it’s bad luck. at first he’s soo confused but he eventually starts telling his brothers to stop doing it as well because he’s terrified it’ll actually be bad luck.

— he definitely eats those 12 grapes with you at midnight after kissing you idgaf !!

— loves trying traditional dishes !! that man is eating all the empanadas and buñuelos at the family gathering idc,,,

— nick keeps teasing him because of how much he’s listening to bad bunny, daddy yankee, maluma and karol g LMFAOOO.

— +++ he tries singing the lyrics with his whole heart but miserably fails duh, you still think it’s cute how passionate he is about it though.

— he definitely had to get used to hugs and cheek kisses as a way of greeting people.

— this mf always ends up playing fortnite or minecraft with your little cousins.

— he knows how important grand gestures are in your culture so he’s going all out for anything and everything. this man will actually always show up with a bouquet of roses at your door and claim it’s your 1.2 year anniversary or something.

— he loves trying the weird food combinations LMAOO, he’s so surprised at how y’all come up with those combinations but always ends up trying them and loving them. (“who even thought of this?” “just try it amor, oh my god.”) ++ big fan of jelly and condensed milk, chicken and honey + hot chocolate and cheese.

— he finds it so amusing how you’re able to communicate in different languages like How ?? that’s too complicated in his mind– he really does find it captivating.

— i just know he’d be so into novelas. unironically sits down and watches la rosa de guadalupe with you. he thinks the plots are actually insane and he gets such a good laugh out of it. he loooves it.

— he has google translate ready for those rare occasions when you argue and you meaninglessly curse him out in spanish. lowkey finds it sexy bye 😣

— when you two start dating he starts to actually understand spanish, he can’t speak it even if his life depended on it but– this means you really can’t talk to your tías about his ass because he’ll understand every word. (he plays dumb though because he loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is and how much you love him bye)

— half of your family genuinely thinks his name is cristóbal ???

— lord save him from watching you dance old reggaeton. that man is drooling. i’m talking guatauba, candy, te imagino, etc !!! he has to take a deep breath and keep it together despite everything that’s going through his head.

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mitsies · 2 years

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boyfriend headcannons ; jjk!

satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami x gender neutral reader fluff hcs

; satoru gojo -

‣ gojo's love language is annoying the shit out of you

‣ before your relationship even started, he would do anything in his power to get as much of a reaction from you as possible- he just eats up any form of recognition from you

‣ like, he’d ask random questions or spout irrelevant facts just to impress you- you’re like, ‘uhhh okay!!!’ and when you leave he’ll literally mope forever about how he embarrassed himself

‣ then he’ll do it again the next day. and the next. it just never ends!

‣ this continues all throughout your relationship btw because he just always wants to impress you.

‣ he’s the kind of person to crack a joke and then instantly look at you to see if you laughed- because honestly, no one else matters to him

‣ gojo isn’t very verbal when it comes to how he feels- he prefers to show that he loves you via actions and gifts over words

‣ and he isn’t home often, busy being the strongest or something, so oftentimes you come home to dozens of packages for you and no gojo

satoru’s grainy face appeared on your phone as he accepted your facetime call. you made no move to respond to his cheerful greeting and simply turned the camera to face the mountain of packages crowded at your doorstep.

gojo’s grin was shameless as he laughed at the dull expression on your face. “surprise!”

you sighed and met his eyes as best you could through the camera. “satoru, i can’t even get into the house. hell, i can’t even see the door.”

“oops?”

‣ LMFAOOO THIS FOOL. he’s so needy too like, the moment he sees you at any given point he makes a beeline towards you and not-so-subtly demands that you pay attention to him

‣ you’re sitting on the couch? suddenly he’s sitting right next to you, practically in your lap, wanting to know what you’re reading

‣ you’re giving tips to a student? satoru’s appeared from nowhere to butt in and steal you away

‣ you’re giving directions to some random dude? this jealous FOOL pulls up next to you, an arm around your waist, batting his lashes and telling this poor stranger to back off his partner

‣ this idiot doesn’t wait for an explanation. he pulls you away and just whines when you scold him for being a buffoon. because that is what he is. a very lovesick BUFFOON.

‣ also probably has separation anxiety bc if he’s away from you for more than 20 seconds he’s pulling up your instagram or calling you because he is a weak weak man

‣ speaking of calling- since you’re both so busy, that’s a main form of communication

‣ he has a special ringtone set for you and whenever it goes off he answers as soon as he can. like INSTANTLY he picks up. it’s kinda embarrassing for him.

‣ he could literally be in the middle of anything. ANYTHING. and he’ll answer your call.

“hello? can you hear me? what is going on?”

the noises on the other side of the phone were staticky and loud, and- were those explosions?

“satoru, if you don’t say anything right now, i’ll break up with you.”

your empty threats seemed to work as a granulated voice appeared on the other side of the call.

“i’m here! i’m here!”

despite the situation, his voice brought a smile to your lips. you continued talking. “i was calling to ask what kind of food you wanted me to pick up for dinner, but it sounds like you’ve got something kinda important going on back there.”

more explosions. more yelling.

“oh, don’t worry,” you heard after a few more seconds of white noise, “how about that vietnamese place near the bus stop? i could go for some pho right about now.”

“okay, yeah, sure, but first- can you explain what’s happening right now?” gojo could practically hear you furrowing your brows in concern.

“i’m letting megumi, yuji, and nobara deal with a special grade curse,” satoru chirped, “it’s blowing things up, i think.”

“blowing things up- satoru, hang up right now, go help them-”

“nooooo, you hang up first!” you could hear gojo’s grin. your pursed your lips.

“okay. bye.”

“wait- no-”

; suguru geto -

‣ ANOTHER annoying loser when it comes to you!!! this one’s just a lot more subtle about it

‣ he’s tactful at the beginning of your relationship- he plans what to say extensively and he’s so unbelievably smooth you don’t even realize that he’s trying to get with you until he’s gotten with you LMFAO

‣ again, when you guys first start dating he plans extravagant dates and does everything possible to exude that laid-back cool guy energy- it works!

‣ geto is a perfectionist, too, a stickler for the smallest details

‣ if something goes wrong on a date he’s planned, he would be so upset with himself even if he didn’t outwardly express that

“i’m sorry,” suguru apologized for the hundredth time. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead opting to push the car’s mirror back up and glance at him from the passenger's seat.

“it’s not your fault, suguru, i swear it. you can’t control the weather, and you didn't know it’d rain.”

it’s quiet for a few moments and you sneak another look at him. geto’s face is contemplative as he mulls over your words. even with his hair soaked and falling from its bun, and his clothes saturated and sticking to his body, you think he looks something like an angel.

struggling to rip your eyes away from him, you pull the car mirror back down and busy yourself with adjusting your damp hair before adding, “besides, we can go back to my place and watch a movie or something. as long as i’m with you, it’ll be perfect, trust me.”

from the corner of your eye you can see a bashful glow grow on your boyfriend’s face. he smiles softly. “yeah. you’re right.”

‣ but once you are officially charmed by suguru and he is absolutely enamored by you he starts to let his guard down

‣ goes from cool guy slicked back hair leather jackets and (gojo’s) expensive cologne to sweats and t-shirts and messy hair (get you a man who can do both!)

‣ geto, at heart, is a homebody, preferring to stay in rather than going out

‣ if he could, he’d spend forever drinking lukewarm coffee and doing puzzles with you at the kitchen table

‣ i get big puzzle lover vibes from him. IDK he just.... is more nerdy than he’ll originally let on. bet he has a big collection of puzzles and once he finishes them he meticulously glues them together to keep them perfect LMFAO

‣ side effect of this is that he’ll order a giant 1,000 piece puzzle and spread it all out on the dinner table. when it’s time for dinner he’s still working on that damn puzzle so you have to sit on the floor and eat LMAOOO

‣ he’s also super responsible- always on time, never forgets small details or dates, a big fan of organization- he loves it when things make sense, making him ambitious and always trying to puzzle things together

‣ this also means he picks up on any odd behavior from you LMFAOO there aren’t any secrets when it comes to him, he will dedicate his heart and soul to making things make sense

“geto, do not,” you pressed your back up against the door, feeling the handle push uncomfortably into your spine, “come in this closet. you can’t.”

you watched as his eyebrows raised incredulously. “i knew you were hiding something in there. you’ve been making too many stops to the guest room, and since there was nothing in the guest room that means there has to be something in the closet.”

you stared at him as his mind pieced everything together in real time, silently willing him to turn around and walk away. but you knew better, he was more persistent than that.

“okay. okay, fine, i’ll show you what’s in it. but promise you’ll pretend to be surprised when i actually show you.”

geto, still pensive, nodded as he watched you slide open the closet door. a barrage of multicolored balloons drifted out into the room, and rainbows of streamers dropped from the shelves. frantically, you tried to push everything back in place as geto stared in disbelief.

“oh,” was all he could muster. you glared at him.

“you ruin your own birthday surprise and all you have to say is ‘oh?’“

at this, he snorted and began to help you pull the helium balloons back down into the closet. “what i mean to say,” geto restated, “is that i’m very grateful for the effort you went through to surprise me.”

“you didn’t see it coming, right?”

suguru most definitely did. his birthday was in only a few days, and you were being unusually secretive- not a coincidence. but your voice sounded so hopeful and your eyes shone with a familiar twinkle and he really couldn’t bear to let you down.

“no, really- i didn’t expect that at all.”

; kento nanami -

‣ he is honestly!!! yeah. he’s a super attentive and caring partner, he appreciates you no matter how dumb u are LMFAO you could do the stupidest shit and nanami would probably be like internally giggling and kicking his feet at u even if he is expressionless

‣ in his free time nanami likes to take you to different bakeries. you think it’s funny how he goes full food critic mode, pointing out all his likes and dislikes about the various things he orders

‣ his favorite things to order are black coffees and poppyseed muffins because i said so, and he always gets extra even if you’re not here to give it to you

‣ on the off chance you’re not with him, he’ll pick up your favorite pastry and drink and put it in the fridge with a little note for whenever you can get to it

‣ speaking of notes... he keeps all the ones you’ve ever wrote for him. ever.

‣ he has a stack of birthday cards in his bedside table’s drawer, along with the various trinkets and charms and things you’ve gotten him

‣ he even has stupid little sticky notes that you’ve doodled on and given to him or wrote stupid little jokes on!!! he likes to reread them when you’re gone for extended periods of time, they make him smile

‣ nanami is a good cook and one of his favorite things to do with you is make dinner!!!

‣ he always tries new recipes and cookbooks!!! he specifically picks out meals with ingredients he knows for a fact you like

‣ one year for his birthday you bought him a ‘kiss the cook’ apron as a joke- he told you he’d always wear it and you thought he was messing around.

‣ plot twist, he wasn’t! so now whenever he’s preparing dinner, he straps on this stupid little apron with embroidered lipstick stains and pink hearts. you think it’s the funniest thing. nanami can’t understand why you’re laughing.

‣ (or maybe he’s in on the joke. maybe he just likes to make you smile.)

you’re sitting on the kitchen counter swinging your legs halfheartedly as you observe the tall blond man breezing around the kitchen. the aroma of rosemary, thyme, and garlic filled the room and you breathed it in deeply. moments like these, you craved.

nanami stood opposite to you now, cutting some vegetable with swift motions. he was unphased when you slid off the counter sidled up to him, loosely draping your arm around his waist and burying your face in his shoulder.

he silently accommodated you, moving his arm slightly and slowing his chopping just a little to glance at you. a slight smile graced his features before he returned to his cutting with you attached to his side.

‣ in all honesty, nanami is not boyfriend material. he is HUSBAND material, OKAY.

‣ with that being said, nanami doesn’t date around- if he’s with you, he plans on marrying you someday, 10000%

‣ he’s such a serious guy though that when he makes a rare joke, you have to do a double take

‣ like, you laugh, then you process what he just said and you whip your head around you think you might snap your own neck and you just stare at him

‣ nanami just looks back and is like ‘what.’ and you just return your attention to whatever you were doing and snicker and you’re like ‘nothing LOL’

‣ nanami will make a mental note that he should make jokes more often, if they make you laugh

‣ but speaking of jokes- he has no idea when you’re joking or not

‣ like if you’re frustrated you could be like ‘omg im literally going to kms’ and nanami would look at you so seriously and be like. ‘are you okay. if you ever need anyone to talk to.’ LMFAOOOOO I HATE HIM

‣ also he sends gifs like unironically, specifically the ‘i love you’ or ‘my deepest and sincerest apology’ ones and he doesn’t understand why people think its funny LMAO (/safe links, just to pinterest!)

‣ he has no real confect of irony but you love him for it!!!

‣ similarly, he loves to send you / watch those stupid 5 minute craft videos and flame them.. like he gets SO irritated

you open the door to yours and nanami’s shared home to see him on the couch, looking like he’s about to burst a blood vessel. upon noticing your arrival, he beckons for you to come over to him and gestures to his phone screen.

“look at this,” he almost scowled. this is the angriest you’ve seen him nearly ever. “this is- this just plain idiotic.”

on his phone, there’s a 5 minute craft video of a woman making hot glue slippers, using a pair of perfectly good slippers as a mold.

you couldn’t hold back a bout of laughter and nanami borderline glares at you. “don’t you agree? this person,” he argued to no one, waving his phone slightly, “has a perfectly good pair of slippers. but they’re making new ones for no reason.”

at this point, you’re doubled over laughing. nanami sighs and shuts his phone off.

“i’ll replace your shoes with hot glue ones, and see how much you’re laughing then.”

thank you for the original request, anon! this was fun to write! feel free to send in more jjk reqs <3

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hanniluvi · 10 months

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hi i rlly enjoyed ur niki bf headcannon if ur open to requests pls do one for zerobaseone taerae if u have time :)

📸 — TAERAE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

hihi tysm <33 !! ofc , reqs are open !! and aaa im so glad you requested for taerae !! needed to write something for zb1 and my boyfie 🫶 hope you enjoy!

warnings : brief spoilers on camp zb1, mentions of petnames

— daily drives with him! doesn’t matter if it’s day or night, you two can spend hours driving together, playing songs you both love <;3 hes driving ofc HAVE U SEEN HIM IN CAMP ZB1?!?!?!

— would probably prefer being the driver since he wants to impress you, but he doesn’t mind if you do <3 !

— in this relationship, he’s def going to be the talker and you’re gonna be the listener. he just has sm to talk about so he needs someone who is willing to listen to him. and that will be you so prepare for lots of conversation!! flashbacks to taerae and ricky eating LMFAOOO

— honestly goes to you for support. when he’s down, he feels comfortable enough to share with you what he’s thinking. genuinely tries to listen to you and follow your advice.

— when you guys hang out, he would pull out his guitar. he’d play it and sing songs that are secretly dedicated to you! not anything special since he always sing w/ a big smile on his face <3 I NEED A TAERAE

— seems to be shy when getting compliments ESP FROM YOU. like he would giggle, kick his feet, turn red—just ANYTHING a lovesick person would do.

— our little taeraeista would definitely need some fashion advice. although he loves his red pants, he still needs to look good when he goes out! so he talks to you for advice. and well, if you’re both bad at fashion, at least you both can dress weirdly <3 could couple match with the red pants 😊😘

— you guys would do random things out of nowhere. you two could be eating and suddenly taerae is singing “call me mother” and acting like hanbin..and you’d join him and then laugh it off together 😭😭

— he’s gonna impersonate everyone INCLUDING you 😭 so do anything he thinks is funny, he’s impersonating you for a lifetime. good luck!!

— the type to just go up to you and bother you. like your space is his space too, don’t think you’re getting away if he’s there 🤨 you and him are one.

— he’s just a clueless bf at times 😭 i gen thinks he would zone out and be like “huh?” after you ask him something

— probably uses petnames like darling or love. like he’d be like “can you get me that darling/love?” like shut up n give me a kiss already like 😊

— he seems like such a patient bf 😭 like he would give you all his attention whenever you wanna say something. would probably give you a big smile as his rubs your hands bc he thinks you look so cute when thinking </3

— never a quiet place when taerae is there. when he’s in your presence, you better get a speaker and playlist ready bc you guys are ready to party!!!!! super loud n chaotic!!!!!

— teases you but gets flustered when you do the same back…like sir did you not just?$?!

— seems like the bf you can just always joke around with <3

💭 — head empty just taerae

ZB1 PERM TAGLIST — @dwcljh @ilovewonyo @jiawji @tzyuki @kpoprhia @flamiricky @rikizm

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greg-montgomery · 10 months

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What would Aaron be like when reader is pregnant and shes at the stage where all she wants is sex. Like imagine them at work in the BAU and the is waiting in his office for him to come back from a meeting. The minute he walks in, he’s all 🧐 as to why you’re in his office and not working until he realises what you’re there for. I imagine him laughing to himself before being like “again? Wasn’t this morning enough?”

Or imagine them on a case. It’s the middle of the day and reader is so antsy because shes just so horny from all these pregnancy hormones and shes trying to convince Aaron for a quickie in the police station bathroom or storage cupboard. He agrees of course because he could never say no to you and the team are all like “where are the Hotchners?🤨”

“where are the hotchners? 🤨” made me laugh so much LMFAOOO

the team is literally ready to deliver the profile and the two of you are nowhere to be found 🫣 so everyone’s like “has anyone seen the hotchners” and they kind of realize what’s most likely going on and they’re like 😳

you both show up a bit later and you’re looking disheveled lmfaooo all wrinkled clothes and messy hair and they’re all like Hmmm 🧐 and you just have to act naive 😭

aaron indulges you every single time bc 1. he can’t say no to you and 2. he wants you so so bad <3 even if he’s Exhausted. he knows the look by now. when you show up in his office and stare at him like you wanna devour him 🤭

he takes you the morning before you go to work, he takes you during your lunch break, he takes you every night before you go to sleep 🥰 but it’s just neeeever enough <3 sometimes he just has to sit you down and rub your clit and make you cum a couple of times while he’s doing paperwork.

he doesn’t complain tho it makes him feel nice how much you desire him 🤭🦋

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch 🪐#ask #nsfw.#pregnancy tw #tw pregnancy sex

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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oh my golly bro congrats on 350 followers 🫣‼️ for the event hehe can i pretty please request m!reader catching belphie jerkin off and like uses this opportunity to fuck him back to sleep cuz like catching belphie half conscious is like once a full moon 🌝

𖥻 characters... belphegor x m!reader

𖥻 genre... nsfw oneshot

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, amab!reader, dom top!reader, brat!belphegor, established relationship, desperate demon [...maybe he's a lil ooc i don't know him well enough apologies in advance], dirty talking [a lot LMFAOOOO], semi somno??? not really?? idk, teasing, dry humping LMFAOOO, ... use of the pact against him LOLLLLL [might count as power play? it's not for long tho!], pet names!!! [baby, darling, my love etc etc], fingering [we aren't ruthless here babes], scratching [no mention of blood!!], despite these all warnings it's actually kinda soft 😭

𖥻 a.n... AAAA thank u for ur support anon!!!! n yes u lovely human ofc u can get this, gotta be one of the best reqs i've ever received fr ‼️ i hope this was to ur liking anon!! pls send more reqs the population appreciates ur idea amen 🙏 hope this one doesn't get taken down like my baizhu + pantalone fic :sob:

🌐 % 3V3NT H3R3 @ __★

within the house of lamentation, one demon laid awake in the dead of night. the house was quiet, as most of it's inhabitants were asleep, but the attic was occupied by a rather needy demon. albeit, he was hardly conscious, but he was awake enough to feel desperate to reach his high.

belphegor was getting tired, he had been trying to cum for way too long now, and all he wanted was to go back to sleep. even if he could just sleep it off, the raging hard on and the obscene thoughts prevented him from comfortably dozing off.

the avatar of sloth let out a loud whine, tears building up in his eyes out of pure desperation. the pillow he had been grinding into was nowhere near enough, nothing he was doing was enough, he needed you.

luckily for him, you were awake too. you were already on your way to his room, somehow finding yourself unable to sleep and knowing you would have some success if you were with your sleepy boyfriend.

as you neared the attic, you could faintly hear some... odd noises coming from the room. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, quietly stalking up the stairs in hopes of getting a better idea of what the sound really was.

thanks to your bleary, sleep-deprived mind, it took you a while to recognise where the noise was originating from. you nearly choked on your own spit and your eyes widened at the realisation, your cock (who was already half hard from your little... daydream earlier that evening) twitched in your pajama pants.

once close enough, you were able to make out a whiny "please mc, i need you." and it was more than enough to wake you up.

as quietly as you could, you pushed the door open, silently leaning against the doorway to watch the demon squirm around on his bed. it felt as though your breath had been knocked out of you, he looked like a mess. you could only imagine how long he had been humping his cherished pillow to try and cum, whining and begging at empty space for you.

you were trying your damned hardest to not go over to him and ravish him, you wanted him to realise you were there, that you had seen him pathetically rut against his pillow, but holding yourself back was proving harder than you expected.

you couldn't help but pay attention to the sheen of sweat that covered his body, nor could you ignore his hand that was feeling himself up. it tempted you, and you resorted to digging your fingernails into your palm to stop yourself from going over there and fucking him back to sleep.

"m-mc, nnh, help me, please." despite sounding drowsy and like he would fall asleep at any given second, his voice cracked at your name in between hushed pants and heady whines.

"do you want me to help you, darling?" you called out, pushing yourself off the door frame and sauntering your way towards him.

"mhm!" came his quick reply, which, admittedly threw you off. normally he'd be more of a brat, he'd tease and drag out the moment for as long as he could. as you neared him, you began to realise that his eyes were screwed shut and his movements seemed rather... sluggish, almost as though he wasn't completely awake.

it was then that you realised that belphegor was merely half-awake, only conscious enough to know that he wanted to cum. you couldn't help but let out an incredulous chuckle, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"mc, please, he-elp me!" the demon's voice broke in the middle of his sentence to let out a high-pitched moan, hips stuttering against the cow-printed pillow.

you hushed him while your hand grazed his thigh, groping the plush muscle. it was all he needed to cum, spluttering as he painted the cushion white with his seed. you cooed, lifting his bangs away from his forehead to give him a peck.

his hand naturally made a grab for your arm, bringing it up to his face so he could nuzzle into your hold. you took note of the way his eyes remained shut, yet his grip was tight like he wasn't intending on letting you go anytime soon.

you let out a surprised noise as the demon suddenly tugged you down, pulling you into a kiss. you climbed on the bed, moving the cum-stained pillow to the side to straddle the demon, all without breaking the kiss. it didn't take long for the kiss to become heated, and you could feel his dick hardening again.

you wanted to make fun of him, but you weren't much better. your cock was hard and painful against its tight constraint, though you didn't have much time to worry about it as belphegor thrusted his hips up against yours.

belphegor whimpered against your lips, doing it once more, clearly proud of the way your breath faltered at the friction. you huffed against the kiss, hands moving down to keep his hips still, taking control of the situation by rolling your hips down on him.

his arms immediately grabbed a hold of your upper arms, nails digging into the flesh. you broke off the kiss when the lack of air began constricting your lungs, despite the demon's attempts to bring you back down. you panted harshly while your eyes raked over his appearance, sucking in a breath through your teeth when you noticed the precum that had dribbled onto his stomach.

your eyes shifted back to his face, surprised to be met with his bleary-eyed gaze. his eyes were half-lidded, and you could just make out his dilated, unfocused pupils in the dim lighting of the attic. he was panting, but he was oddly not as out of breath as you were. it flustered you, seeing him not as affected as you were, though you tried not to let it show.

however, if the tongue poking out to wet his lips that were quirked up in a smirk was anything to go by, you knew he could tell, in fact, you'd say he was proud of how breathless he made you.

"you look proud," you commented, nails lightly scratching up and down his body, "you didn't think i'd just let you get away with all this teasing, did you?" you made sure to grind down harshly on his cock, a shiver going down your spine at the action.

belphegor smiled sweetly albeit drowsily, though you could see the underlying defiance behind it, his hands moving down to grab a hold of your waist. you quirked your eyebrow, giving him a warning look to which he responded by batting his eyelashes in feign innocence at you.

in a swift move, you held both of his wrists in one hand, shoving them into the pillows above his head. "behave." you warned even though you were aware it wouldn't do much, so you also ceased the movement of your hips.

he whined as a response, squirming around in your grasp with no real strength, his hips pathetically attempting to rut against you. you want to chuckle at his desperation, but the cloth that constricts your cock is all you can think about. you're silent for a moment, thinking of how you could simultaneously take off your pants while keeping the demon in place.

he tries to struggle again, until you remember the power you hold over him. your attention shifts back to him and a wicked smile grows on your lips, which manages to get him to lay still.

"sit still for me, sweetheart." the pet name trickled out of your lips in a sickly sweet manner as a way to get back at him, and you saw the moment it registered that you words weren't a warning, but instead a command using the pact between the two of you.

you took pleasure in the way his cock twitched underneath you at the realisation, wasting no time in shifting off of him to shuffle out of the piece of fabric that got in the way between and him. while doing so, you made sure to grab the lube the avatar of sloth kept tucked between the sea of pillows.

you took in a shuddered breath when the cool air hit your hard cock, feeling belphegor's heavy gaze watching your every move. you made a show of moving back to him, purposely slowing your actions, taking your time to get back to the demon who's eyes hadn't moved away from your body.

the closer you got, the more his eyes drooped, like he was overtaken by his need and lust for you. you sat next to him with your knees tucked beneath your thighs, gently propping him up to how you wanted him, your touches lingering in a way you knew would have his dick twitching and leaking precum.

"stop teasing!" belphegor cried out groggily, body frozen still while under your control. the rush you got seeing him unable to fight against the order made through the pact helped spur you on.

you nestled behind him, his knees touching each other while folded against his thighs gave you the perfect view of his plump ass. you were unable to resist the urge to knead the flesh, leaning forward to massage the plush muscle.

with one hand resting on him, your other hand moved away to squeeze a generous amount of lube on your hand.

"wanna touch ya." he slurred out before you could touch him, the hands above his head wriggling in attempt to get you to recall the command you had on him. you debated for a bit, weighing between undoing the command or keeping it in place. though the second option sounded tempting, you decided against it.

"touch me all you want, belphie." without a second to spare, his arms found themselves wrapped loosely around your neck, urging you to come closer to him. he pulled you into a kiss, and you're not one to deny your demon. with your tongues intertwined, it gave you the perfect opportunity to inch your hand closer to his ass.

he gasped into the kiss when you slowly inserted your digit into him, his hips wiggling around to adjust to the feeling. you distracted him by wrapping your free hand around his hard cock, massaging his sticky tip that made his back arch into you.

you adored the way his eyes glazed over as his mouth fell open in a silent moan while you worked him open, pulling out your fingers when you decided he was loose enough for you.

"keep your eyes on me, darling." you aligned your cock with his fluttering hole, holding onto his knees as you pushed yourself into him. when you finally bottomed out, the two of you sighed simultaneously, your head tilting backwards at the feeling while your grip on him tightened.

the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the room, joined by the sound of belphegor's sinful cries.

"gonna fuck you back t' sleep, jus' like you deserve." the demon whimpered, eyes falling shut and back arching off the bed. he clung onto you, mumbling incoherently under his breath as you continued to pound into him.

you leaned down to pepper kisses on his face in order to silence the moans threatening to spill from your mouth, the avatar of sloth turning his head towards you and soaked up all the attention you were spoiling him with.

"yeah, you like that don't you, baby?" the words spilled out of your mouth, along with the grunts in between your words. you could hardly think straight, belphegor's hole clenching around you in ways that left you feeling breathless.

"mmf, right- right there!" his nails scratch at your back, his legs pulling you impossibly closer and keeping your hips in place. your eyes tightly squeezed shut when he clamped down on you, almost like he was trying to milk you for all you were worth.

all it took was one more deep thrust from you and all the strength left his body, his arms dropping onto the bed while his chest rose and fell erratically. he came, painting both his and your stomach white with his cum.

the avatar of sloth shot you a weak smile before his head lolled over to the side, snores filling up the quiet room. you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the demon, in a state of disbelief that someone could fall asleep after being fucked like that.

you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips as you nestled behind belphegor, throwing your arm around his waist. you whispered a quiet, "sweet dreams, my love." before succumbing to your own slumber.

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