#somehow when i get this request tho... it really get me pumped up | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sugar-omi · 1 year

Note

I was the one that sent the “trying for a baby” request and lemme tell you, that was 10/10 exactly what I was looking for. 🤌🏻 and I mean if you wanna continue I wouldn’t be complaining 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

omg im glad you did like it bc i was like "omg this is so self indulgent even tho youre HOLDING BACK" the thoughts i have about raw sex w cove runs deep I hope this is good as well bc im finishing this while half asleep so 👍

tags : NSFW, after step 4/wedding dlc, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk, mind break (perhaps? just to be safe), a bit of mean dom cove, he calls u 'good girl', n/n = nickname (can be a pet name or your nickname), kinda referencing my cove nsfw alphabet, this is nasty !!!

synopsis : cove fills you with his cum over n over again<3

[part 1]

if you're not pregnant after tonight, you will be with how enthusiastic cove is about filling you with his cum over and over again.

cove is easily abusing your poor pussy, not that you mind. in fact you don't mind anything.

not with how his hands are holding up your hips for you when you get tired and finally resign yourself to a face full of your pillows. although it's a welcomed change, with how easily cove can stuff you full of cum and it doesn't leak out as easily, although you can't really tell since his thrusts are merciless and everything is so wet.

and you especially don't mind when he kisses your tears of pleasure away, telling you you're doing so well and he'll take care of you, that all you have to do is cum around his cock and let him fill you up.

and you certainly have no complaints with how his cock is drilling you over and over and over. and he's giving you so much cum...

"fuck.." cove groans behind you, pushing your hips against his as he comes into your stuffed pussy for a second time. or is this the third time? cove always comes a lot so it's hard to tell, and your scrambled thoughts don't help...

you whine loudly, his tip bumping against one of your sensitive spots that he kept pounding against.

"you're so pretty." cove kisses down your back and shoulders.

"hahh.... you.." you babble, trying to piece together your thoughts. "you're just sayin' that because.. you're...mmm~" fuck you're so delirious and honestly you can't shame cove for liking how gorgeous you are flushed, bruised, and thoroughly fucked- you like it too after all, it feels far too good not to like it. damn cove and his damn cock...

cove tenses up under your stare, and you doubt it's because you're intimidating him or making him nervous. nothing is scary about your fucked out eyes, it just makes cove hornier.

usually cove would shy away, but this time he quipped back. "you say that like you don't want it. you want my baby don't you?"

you choke on a whine as cove pulls out.

"you like it too, right?"

he's such a tease when he wants to be.

cove lets you fall to the bed, your hiked up leg giving him a front row seat to the cum leaking out your pussy.

if you were going to say something back in a battle of wits, cove fucked all the wit out of you so you just lay there panting instead, your hole clenching around a mixture of cum and lube.

but somehow you still want more.

cove scooped up the mixture of your fluids. he smiled a bit at your whimper and how your legs shake as he pushes his fingers into your poor hole.

"c-cove!" you squeal, lifting your upper body to look at him.

"do you want me to stop?" cove asked, it was genuine but also a bit of a test to see if you really wanted him to stop. to see if you really didn't like this as much as he did.

you pause, chewing your lip, trying to play hard to get but failing. "...no."

cove smiled; your effort to not give him the satisfaction was useless but you don't have time to dwell on that. cove pumped his fingers in and out, rubbing your butt soothingly, knowing his thrusts were a bit rough on your behind.

you let him play with you, enjoying the exploration of his fingers and how he rubs your leg as he watches his cum leak out from around his fingers. he's just going to keep filling you up until you're pregnant, it doesn't matter if he does this.

you sigh, cove slipping his fingers out and you ignore the messiness of his sticky fingers rubbing soothingly down the back of your thighs before cove helps you flip over.

cove kisses down your thigh, leading himself to your cunt.

when his lips latch onto your sensitive sex, he's so gentle. his lips directly apologizing to your cunt for how he bullied your insides.

cove moans into your cunt, and he's happy to know you're still feeling it with the sweet moan and grind of your hips that falls from your lips. he laps up his cum, holding it in his mouth and spitting out the diluted fluids onto your cunt and spreading it around your puffy lips with his fingers.

it's messy, and normally he wouldn't be so nasty... but the bed is already a mess, and he's not done with you yet so there's nothing wrong with it right?

"you're nasty." you push his hair away from his face and exhale, pushing him away. cove has and would eat you out until you're crying, that wasn't what you want, not tonight.

cove gets up from between your legs, straddling you instead so he can kiss you silly.

you're caught in a storm of swollen and wet lips, wandering hands teasing hot skin. cove trails his lips down your neck and back, switching between showering you with loving kisses and keeping you worked up, and you slip your hand between the two of you to stroke his hardening cock back to life. it's so messy, your hand sticky with cum..

you tangle your fingers in cove's hair, arching into his body. "cove... one more, please. please..."

"okay, okay..." cove soothes, shifting your positions so you're on your side while straddling one of your legs.

cove kisses your ankle, noticing the anklet when the chain poked his shoulder, while he pushes back into your sensitive insides.

"such a good girl, i'll run you a bath okay..." cove mumbles sweet nothings, his thrusts drag against your walls and you whine.

he's so gentle, a stark contrast from when his tip was poking and prodding your sensitive walls.

you can't decide if thats a good thing or a bad thing, as every languish thrust has you shaking and choking back whines.

"cove.. cove!"

he shakes at the way you gasp out his name, reaching between your bodies to rub your sensitive clit. you flinch, wanting to run away from the overstimulation but the pleasure of his fingers and the way his cock drags against your wet insides makes you grind against cove.

"i love you... love you so much.." cove mumbles against your lips, kissing your cheeks.

"cove..." you pull him against you, mumbling your affections against his skin as well.

"im gonna cum again..." cove gasps, his lips leaving a wet kiss against your shoulder.

you whimper, cove's body pressing down on you and your fingers rub tight circles over your clit that has you twitching and bumping back against cove's dick.

after a few spins of tour fingers teasing your sensitive bud and cove's cock bumping against your swollen walls, you fall over the edge and cove finishes with you, his cum filling up your pussy again.

cove falls to your side, and you ignore his wet, half hard cock. you can't tell if it's softening or not, and you're not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. fuck you forgot how much stamina he has, being active as a child did him many favors.

while you're basking in the mindlessness that came from being pumped full, fingered empty, and filled again has your world spinning and you need a minute to come back to earth.

as you're coming down from your high, cove kisses the back of your neck and sits up. "im..imma go run a bath, ok?" he leans over to look at you. "need anything?"

you blink, trying to find your vision. "um.. nah, im okay."

you can at least reach the water on the bedside. you think...

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #smut #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove holden smut #our life cove #cove our life #cove holden x mc smut #cove holden x reader smut

289 notes · View notes

ghostlymews · 2 years

Text

modern!tanjiro and inosuke developing a crush on you!

characters ; tanjiro, inosuke (separate)

notes ; i am soso new to this and have no fuckin clue what i’m doing please be patient with me LMAO </3 love these boys tho.. also sorry for no zenitsu !! i’ll write for him i promise ! just no ideas at the moment, so if you’re a zenitsu fan leave some requests ! <3

warnings ; n/a

tanjiro

absolute sweetheart. i can imagine his love for you in the form of a crush bloomed after already becoming friends; getting to know you just caused him to fall for you quite quickly!

often offers to help you with your homework — he can’t help but allow his gaze to travel towards you as you work silently in class, brows furrowed in a prominent confusion as your pencil-in-hand is still while you think much harder than you should have to.

ever the gentleman, he invites you to his house to study and stay for dinner. he warns you of the chaos of his house with so many siblings, but you wave it off with a smile, assuring him it would be fine.

and it was! his siblings absolutely adore you, but this means you don’t get a whole ton of progress regarding your schoolwork. the little ones constantly seem to crave your affection, little hands grasping at your clothes. and so you scoop them up, play with them, keep them entertained — and tanjiro just melts at the sight. he is such a family-oriented guy, after all.

tanjiro insists he walk you home, ever so stubborn even as you tell him you’ll be alright. he slides his arms into his jacket sleeves before you can retort, grabs your hand in his own without thinking, and gently pulls you out the door — not before you say goodbye to his family and thank them for the meal, of course.

when you finally arrive home, belly full and beginning to feel a familiar tiredness weighing on your eyelids, you’re taken by surprise at sparks of electricity that flow through you when tanjiro gently takes both of your hands in his own.

“thank you so much for coming over,” he flashes you that infamous warm, breathtaking tanjiro smile, though you can’t help but notice something new; a prominent blush on his cheeks. “could i.. take you out sometime?”

inosuke

absolutely feral. we been knew this. you must have a lot of patience for this pretty boy because he has no mercy!!

has never given a single fuck about romance or “crushes”, confusion in his emerald gaze as he sees high school sweethearts in the halls, holding hands, hugging, kissing

he’s so focused on violence that it’s never really crossed his mind, and at first, he was disgusted by it in a way. there’s just something about you, though, something that blooms a warm fire within his chest and releases butterflies in his stomach, and at first, he was intimidated by the foreign sensation

i imagine he takes part in sports after school — he’s so active, after all, he needs to get that energy out somehow

he blatantly mentions how he has an upcoming game at the lunch table with the rest of the kamaboko squad one day, and you nearly choke on your food. he hadn’t told you?!

gaining a bit more information on this game he spoke of, you decide to show up, cheering him on the entire time! he notices you cheering and pumping your fists in the air from the bleachers, and the sight catches him so off guard he gets distracted and ends up falling to the ground in the middle of the field

during a break, he runs to the sidelines to meet you, sweaty and panting. you smile at him, offering him a blue gatorade — his favorite, he notes — and takes it with wide eyes, unsure of how to respond.

“i can’t believe you didn’t tell me you play!” you lean against the fence, eyes shining as you gaze out at the field, suddenly much more interested in the school sports than you’d ever been. something clicks in inosuke, and he completely short circuits, unsure of how to form words all of a sudden, and so to avoid it he snaps the cap off the gatorade and downs it in a few large gulps.

a whistle blows from behind inosuke, and a part of him is disappointed to get back to the game, which only confuses him more. “i have to go,” he announces, noticing the way your expression falls when he turns to leave.

he pauses for a few heartbeats, his brows furrow, and then he turns around once again, catching you by the wrist before you can return to your spot on the bleachers.

“thanks,” he grumbles under his breath, and your eyes widen upon realizing.. he’s blushing?

“stop staring before i wipe that stupid look off your face!” he threatens, tossing the empty bottle in a nearby trashcan, “..hey, wait for me after the game, okay?”

#tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #tanjiro fluff #inosuke fluff #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #inosuke #inosuke hashibira #tanjiro #demon slayer imagines #kamaboko trio #kamaboko squad #requests open

440 notes · View notes

thedevilsdom · 3 years

Note

Im so nervous lol.

just wanted to say that you made me accept a lot of my kinks that I thought were gross and felt bad for having so thank you soo much 💕

I saw an Obey me snz fic you made and was wondering if you take requests?? I have been looking everywhere for a Mammon snz fic and sadly there isn't almost any snz content in the fandom 😢

It's okay of you can't take requests now tho!! I don't want to make you uncomfortable lol

aw I’m glad I could be of some help!!

Ships: Mammon/GN!MC Contents: Sneezes, Dom/Sub, Handjobs, Rope bondage, Butt Plugs, Praise Wordcount: ~1.5k

He’s your good boy. He’s always your good boy, and you’re always delighted to see that he’s usually willing to indulge you in whatever it is you want to do.

Though this time, as you’re tying him up, something feels just a little bit off.

You had called him over to your room, putting on a little bit of perfume on your neck and wrists as you prepped the rope and anything else you’d need. Some silky white rope, a spreader bar, and a cage muzzle. All things you’ve used on him before, so really there was no need to suspect that a single thing would be off.

Now, as you finish the knots securing his hands over his head and tied to the bedframe, you pull back and notice that he doesn’t look quite… There. His eyes aren’t quite focused, and his brow is juuust a little bit pinched. He looks like he’s trying to focus but can’t.

“Mammon?” You ask, kneeling between his spread legs, “Everything alright?”

“Eh? Yeah, yeah of course.” He’s quick to nod and try to dismiss your worries. You give him a disbelieving look while you reach behind you on the bed to grab the little vibrating plug and the lube you’d brought,

“Okay, if you’re sure. Make sure you tell me if anything’s wrong, ‘kay?” You say, apprehensive. He smiles and agrees, eager to have your hands on- and in- him. You lube up your fingers and bring them down between his legs, easily slipping one into him and pulling a low sigh from his throat.

“Theeere you go,” You begin to slowly drag the pad of your finger along his inner walls, stroking across his prostate and making his legs give little shivers. He’s so pliant and willing like this, not to mention needy. It didn’t take long to get him squirming and trying to push down onto the single finger that’s inside him.

“Does my good boy need more inside him? You want something to fill you up?” You purr. His whole body shivers. His hands form fists, discontent with being uselessly tied above him, wanting to reach out and grab you and hold you up to himself.

“Please, ple-mph- please!” Mammon cries out. He always gets so needy, all for you. You add a second finger, listening to him whine. Though, normally by this point, he’d be begging you to kiss him. Tying him up and muzzling him like this is your favorite way of depriving him of that closeness he loves so much, only to give it to him tenfold later in the night, but it isn’t any fun if he doesn’t beg for it.

“Mammon, baby,” You hum, slowing the push of your fingers to a crawl, “You don’t want kisses?”

He freezes as your eyes lock onto his. Even he recognizes that that isn’t normal behavior. After a moment, he breaks eye contact to look to the side and mumble something. When you don’t respond, he speaks up.

“You muzzled me already, I know that I won’t be getting any kisses now, what’s the point in asking?” He pouts.

“Oh, so we’re being bratty tonight? Is that it?” Your free hand squeezes the meat of his thigh and he blanches.

“I- I’m sorry! Please just- just keep going?”

“Hmph,” You start stroking his cock as you fuck him with your fingers, “You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous tonight. Any more attitude from you and I’ll have you over my knee.”

“Yeah- ngh- yeah, MC, thank you,” He mutters. Normally something like that would earn you a snarky comment in return, but you suppose he must just be feeling awfully subservient tonight. You cast a glance up at him and catch that same bleary, unfocused look from before. You give him a few more pumps of your hands before pulling them back completely. You easily slide the plug into his ass and press the button on the little remote, setting it to a low vibration, then you get up on your knees and move to over him. He looks confused when you suddenly straddle his lap.

“I wonder how long you’ll last like that.” You grind your ass back on his cock.

“I- hih- I don’t think- wait, hang on, MC-“ He mutters. You see him squint for a moment before a look of what you can only describe as shock crosses his face for just a split second before he quickly, desperately, turns his head to the side, the metal cage of his muzzle hitting his bicep, his whole body tensing-

“ha’ikshiew!” He sneezes to the side, uncovered. Immediately after, he looks mortified. Eyes wide, brow pinched, not-even-looking-at-you mortified. “I-I’m- That was so gross, I’m so sorry, MC, something’s been makin’ my nose itch all ni-hih! Fuck- huh-tshh! Hih-knxght! Huh-ktshiew!” A barrage of sneezes hit him, try as he might to stifle them.

The poor boy looks like he’s about to start crying, he’s so embarrassed.

He’s supposed to be your good boy, your always-sexy sub who gives you all the best reactions, how is he supposed to do that if he just made a fucking mess of his arm and muzzle with his sneezes? You probably think he’s disgusting and gross. He keeps his gaze trained away from you as he anticipates the incoming rejection and demand for him to get out of your room.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, he feels a warm hand on top of his head, and fingers carding through his hair, pulling his fringe out of his face.

“Cute.” You chuckle. “Must be my new perfume.” You turn up the vibrator with a press of the button, and his hips buck involuntarily behind you, head falling back with another hitch of his breath. “Here,” Your hand presses at the back of his head, urging him to lean forward and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You feel the warmth of his skin and the cold, wetness of his muzzle. “Can you smell it?”

“Can’t- hihh… I can’t smell much of an-anything,” His words are punctuated by soft sniffling as he tries desperately to keep the mess from dripping. “MC, MC, I’m hehh go-gonna- hik-TchEW! HAKNT-tchiuhh- HikTCHIEW!” He lets out a handful more sneezes against you as you pet his hair, offering a tired little huff at the end of the fit. He sniffles, strong and wet, in a desperate bid to not make any more mess than he already has.

“Oh, my poor baby,” You reach behind with the hand that isn’t on his head, beginning to stroke his needy cock. His head felt light and dizzy from the sneezing, and somehow that made your touch feel even more intense. He lets out a little cry, thighs tensing when you jerk him off. “This feels good, doesn’t it Mammon?”

“’S good, so good,” He sniffs, “wanna kiss you,” He mutters, small against your shoulder. You barely heard it, and you know that he must be so embarrassed asking for such a thing, especially now. The hand on his head undoes the muzzle, dropping it into your lap. He doesn’t have a second to object or even to process before you’re taking his chin between your fingers and angling his head up, pressing a kiss to his lips. They’re wet from the spray, and the humiliation of it only makes Mammon’s blood run hotter.

“My good boy,” You hum when you pull away, guiding his head back down to your neck, “You close?” The sound that leaves his lips is something akin to a rough, ragged sob. Your hand holds the back of his neck possessively. You may not have him collared this time, but this has very much the same effect.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m close,” He nips at your neck, the scent of your perfume hitting him full force now, but he still doesn’t have his hands or arms to cover himself. “Ah- Aktchiew! HekTSHH!” He sneezes hard against your skin. “Huhh- fuuuck- ‘m so close, MC,” He whines, hips twitching and squirming under you.

“Such a needy boy I have,” You purr with what almost sounds like pride in your voice. It’s intoxicating to him. “Cum for me.”

Like a wire snapping, his back bows and his orgasm crashes through him. His cock throbs, sticky white cum spurting across your fingers and the tops of his thighs, some spilling over your hand. He moans, fucking up into your hand again and again, until his shivering and crying out from the overstimulation he’s giving himself. Only then you give him some mercy, turning off the plug and pulling your hand away. He lets out shaky sighs against you.

“My good boy,” You lean back, “Always my good boy.”

“Mhmm,” He hums with a dopey smile and a sniffle, “Always yours.”

You lean forward and give him a kiss to his heated forehead, then push your cum-slicked fingers past his lips. He dutifully gets to work lapping up his mess and suckling on your fingers obediently, humming contentedly as he does it. Once you’re all clean, you untie his hands and start rubbing feeling back into them.

“I’ll never know what I did to deserve such a good boy,” You plant a kiss to his wrist, where the rope was tied, “Thank you, Mammon. ‘M gonna take good care of you now, okay?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“U-uh- yeah- can… Can we shower first? So- snf- so you can get that perfume off at least? I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more sneezing.” He says with a shy laugh. “Not that- not that I’m not down for uh- for a repeat some other time.”

A repeat, hm?

You tuck that thought away for now, giving him a quick pet on his head before skipping off to get a bath ready.

#sneeze #snez #sneezefic #obey me #omswd #mammon #obey me mammon #my writing #Anonymous #snz

170 notes · View notes

srirachvbi · 4 years

Text

Kageyama and Bokuto taking their kids to practice headcanons !

request: hihi i was wondering if you can do a continuation of the bringing their kids to practice with some of the other haikyuu characters? i’d love to see it with kageyama especially but honestly you can pick anyone! thank you :)

a/n: i AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG... I have no excuses, i was too sad about haikyuu e wording but i have read threads on how to write characters on twitter and i am thriving... so n e ways i was looking for a reason to write more of these because i just... love the idea of this so tsym for requesting!! if i write more parts, i might do hoshiumi, hinata, atsumu, and... maybe oikawa? i’m a huge bokuto stan so his might be longer than kageyamas im sorry <3 and and ik that kageyama goes to italy but for the sake of i want to write other characters, i will be using the adlers oops. i will also be only doing probably two characters per post for these because i write so much for it. LMAO ALSO these are super unrealistic this would NOT be allowed during pro sports practices but for the sake of entertainment, let’s just... do it warnings: manga spoilers

Bokuto Koutarou

He had been wanting to bring Kaori to practice for a while but each time he tried to, you would be like no bitch </3

heart been broke so many times

When you told him that you had to go into work and couldn’t schedule the nanny in time, he was like “I’LL TAKE CARE OF HER!!!”

Honestly you were only against him taking her because you were still mad at him for leaving her in the high chair for a while and you came home to her crying and him just knocked out

Like... Kou, pls <3

He had brought Kaori into post game interviews before but you were always there so this would really be the first time he’d take care of her by himself for a period of time longer than an hour

He’s a good parent dw !! he had just spent the whole night thinking about the most random shit and he ended up sleeping like three hours

He was thinking about horses cause Ushijima brought them up in an interview >:0

You were still mad tho

It had been a while and he had actually shown to you that he could take care of her by himself so you were fine with him taking her to practice

He was super pumped and was practically shaking in excitement (he was texting Akaashi the whole morning asdlfjskdf)

Bokuto-san AGHASHEE!!!!! Y/N IS LETTING ME TAKE KAORI TO PRACTICE!!!!!!!!! AGHASHEE Congrats, Bokuto-san.

That conversation but every two minutes

I’m sorry Akaashi <3

He also texts the whole group chat and Hinata’s equally as excited

Kaori and Hinata were best friends !!!! She literally loved him

Like he would put her on his shoulders and they’d run around for hours

How he has so much energy goes beyond everyone but it’s fun to watch

You lectured him for half an hour about what he should do in certain situations and unlike most times, he listened really well because :(( the baby cares about Kaori

Both Kaori and him actually walked with you to the train station and saw you off before heading to practice !!

He normally drives to practice because he has a super nice car and it’s easier to drive with Kaori instead of public transportation

When they get to the gym, he goes running in with Kaori on his shoulders

“WE HAVE ARRIVEEEED!!!!!!!!”

cue Hinata cheering super loudly

Kaori’s giggling and being all cute omg i love her

She was being carried in on her dad’s shoulders so Bo lets her down and she immediately runs (read: waddles quickly) to Hinata

“Hinata-nii!!!!”

Hinata starts crying-- jk, no

He goes “Kaori-chan!” and scoops her up in his beefy arms

BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA

Sorry

She’s giggling and she like kisses his cheek and everyone’s like “so cute...” ohmyogd babies

Similar to her dad, she’s super friendly!! and a bit simple minded

It’s literally in her blood to not actually hate anyone so she gets along with EVERYONE at practice

She even makes the coach super soft omg

Atsumu’s just watching her and being like “child. want. child-- oh god, i need a kid.” cause she’s just so god damn cute

Lol atsumu having twins cause it’s a gene or smth idk biology

I barely passed bio please spare me <3

I actually got an 80 smth on my final last year don’t listen to me

Sakusa being hesitant at first to be near her but she’s actually super sweet to him!!

CAUSE LIKE HER DAD SHE’S ACTUALLY REALLY EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT AND CAN READ PEOPLE REALLY WELL

like she saw Sakusa’s face and was like “oh!! I remember what dad said!!”

Kou talks about his teammates a lot and somehow Kaori remembered him telling her about how Sakusa’s a germaphobe so she’s like

“Sir!! I washed my hands!! I’m not dirty!!” and he

He just 👁👄👁

He thinks she’s cute and treasures her now

Suddenly Kaori has a whole team of dads

it’s okay

Bokuto itching to let her play volleyball but at the same time worrying about her if she does

It’s like the angel and the devil on his shoulders

One sides like

let her pLAY!!!!! LET HER PLAY (read it as if it’s the LEt ME INNN meme)

While the other sides like

👁👄👁 (y/n) will kill me if she gets hurt and i’ll kill myself if she gets hurt and hinata will kill me if she gets hurt-

In the end he gives her a volleyball after she asks once and he’s like ‘PFFT KAORI-CHAN IF YOU INSIST’ while she’s like

dude i asked to play once and normally someone disagrees with me tf are you on, sir?

she tries to pick the ball up but it ends up being half her size and it’s just... such a cute image

Bo takes a picture of it and sends it to you!!

You reply back in seconds lol

Kou-kun ❤💖 [image.jpeg] LOOK AT HER!! FUTURE PRO (Y/N)-CHAN!! (Y/N) MY LOVE ❤💕❤💕💕❤💕❤💕 be careful letting her hold that it’s too big!! but so cute!!! have fun taro <3

He ends up taking the ball away after a bit because she can’t walk while holding it

Eventually practice has to start tho so he asks her to sit on the bench and she’s an obedient angel and does so !!

The whole time she’s like swinging her legs and watching her dad practice

It’s fun for her to see him play

Okay but like I’ve said, she’s similar to her dad

At one point at practice during a break, she stole Atsumu’s water and was running around the gym with him chasing her

He was ofc not actually chasing her cause he found it cute that she was trying to steal his stuff

Lol Sakusa being like “oh, you can’t catch up to a child? are your knees getting bad, old man?”

Atsumu’s like “bro, we’re the same age”

Sakusa ignores him

She ends up TRIPPInG AND ATSUMU’s LIke “Oh fuck”

SHE CRIES

omg Bokuto’s like “tsum tsum-- do you want to die 👁👄👁🗡” because she just got hurt because of him

Atsumu picks her up and is apologizing so god damn much

This is the first time anyone’s seen Bokuto remotely irritated

Kaori: WAAAHHHH

Atsumu: please, child... i don’t want to die today... please... shhhhhhh

He lets her down and she walks (read: waddles) over to her dad and is giving him puppy eyes omg

Bokuto stops being mad and scoops her up and he’s like “did Kao-chan get a boo boo” and she nods, sniffling

Ohmygod dad bokuto dad bokuto dad bokuto stop

suddenly I actually want kids

Shion ends up getting a first aid kit since Meian asked (woah more black jackals players except I don’t really know how to write for them??? woahhh)

Shion roasts Atsumu with Sakusa for letting her fall and suddenly Atsumu’s the bad guy

lol

By the end of practice tho Kaori’s fine !!!

She’s back to her regular happy self so cute :(

She asks Bo to call you and when you pick up she shows you her bandaid on her knee and is like “Miya-san was chasing me and I fell!!”

Suddenly Atsumu feels a cold chill and knows you found out lol

Hi this is (y/n), and you’re watching disney channel-

good luck, atsumu *stops camera*

Kageyama Tobio

sigh

He would be equally as confused as a father as Ushijima

It’s okay, he’s trying his best

You normally work from home so you guys haven’t really hired a nanny!

And if you needed someone to watch your guys’ son, Sho (which can mean to fly oho see what I did there I’m so smart), you just drop him off at your parents’ house or Miwa’s!

WAIT SHO... SHOYO... WAIT I DIDN’T EVEN DO THIS ON PURPOSE IM LITERALLY

However, today was the only time you had to go in for like the next few months and both your parents and Miwa are busy

So, you enlist in your husbands help

“Tobio... I need you to watch Sho...”

He spits out his milk “wHAT” cause like,, he’s hardly taken care of Sho by himself and normally had either his sister or you around

He doesn’t actually spit out his milk-- you’d kill him if he did because it would be a pain in the ass to clean up <3

It takes a bit of convincing being he’s really nervous about taking care of Sho!!

Okay but he’s a great dad dw it’s just he’s nervous about having another human being literally rely on him completely

You also just remind him that Romero’s a father so he won’t be completely on his own while taking care of Sho

So he somehow gets to the gym with Sho in one piece but he’s literally so stiff like bro, i need you to relax

Hoshiumi yelling “KAGEYAMA SHO!!!!!!!” and Sho (who has actually met the team like two times) goes like “HOFIUMI-SAN!!!!!”

Sho’s a bit of an energetic bby-- he’s less emotionally constipated than his dad <3

He’s... he reminded you guys of Shoyo and well, you thought it would be nice to name him after his god father

No this isn’t a kagehina post i swear i love them but this is me saying that i love their friendship sm omg stop im gonna cry 402 really just popped into my head again

Hoshiumi getting mad when he sees that Sho has actually grown even though he’s a grown ass man and the little toddler would not, in fact, be catching up that soon

“KAGEYAMA SHO HAVE YOU GROWN >:0000!!!!!”

Sir, pls... sit down

The Adlers all love Sho since they’ve come into contact with him like twice at games before

Ushijima just... doesn’t know how to interact with Sho

He just stares down at him and honestly Sho stares back up without fear

Kageyama Sho: no (0) fears

I think it’s cause his father gives a similar stare sometimes and he just... got used to it

Ushijima gives him that stare and Sho just goes SIGH this again

Jk he’s a baby

He literally looks up at Ushiwaka and gives him this cute ass grin and Ushijima’s like “oh, children are very cute.”

Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun

Romero does, in fact, give Kags some tips about fathering and ends up showing pictures of Rubens to the team (love that)

OKAY BUT LIKE OFF TOPIC FROM THE PRACTICE BUT

Sho being such a big fan of Hinata and being like “woAHHH!!! I’M NAMED AFTER HIM!!!”

Hinata rubs it in Kags face because Sho practically idolizes him

anyways

Practice starts and Sho’s just sitting on the gym floor with a volleyball in his hands cause he

Kags just giving newborn Sho a volleyball and expecting him to become acquainted

It worked

Sho’s used to holding onto volleyballs and even tries to hit it but everytime he did, he’d fall backwards onto his lil bum and would be like :(

Kageyama watching from the other side of the gym and his heart just goes AHHHHHHHHHH

He’s about to cry that is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

Sho making sure he doesn’t interrupt practice!!! and like chasing after the ball to make sure it doesn’t go onto the courts!!!

Cute babs is so good :(

He ends up tripping tho and starts to tear up and Kags is watching during practice and goes “OH GOD”

He’s literally whipping his head from Sho to his coach and has this desperate look on his face

he’s saying “JUST ONE BREAK!! JUST ONE, SIR!!” with his eyes and his coach just gives in

Kageyama going from one side of the gym to the next at insane speed

Sho: dad :((( i hwurt my knee :(((

Kags just picks him up and cradles him to his chest (he does this after making sure there’s no blood or anything-- it’s literally just a little bit red)

Kags being a good dad just... WEAK

Only like two minutes later, Sho stops sniffling and is like “!!! go back to practice daddy!!”

Kags does and he can’t focus on Sho anymore cause his coach would yell at him asldfjlsf

At the end of practice, Sho is like “dad i wanna play voweyball!!!!!!” and Kags heart just CLENCHES

He grabs his heart like that meme or smth

You call them cause you know when practice normally ends and Sho’s just talking a lot and it’s so cute

He’s super excited and you’re like !!! My CUTE CHILD !!!!

Lol you tease Kags cause he was worrying about nothing

“Maybe I’ll let you take care of him by yourself more often Tobio” “Pls, I lost ten years of my life when I saw him fall pls not yet <3″

697 notes · View notes

beanst0ck · 4 years

Note

heyyy, it's me again :) so,, since the requests are open, can i have how noya, tsukki & kageyama (my fav karasuno bois) helping their s/o who's struggling with school and stuff. like they go to her house and shes crying, and when he asks why is she crying she says "idk" bc basically, that's happening to me now, and I need some fluff to have serotonin 😔😔💕 love u!!

school can b like that sometimes 😔

i don’t usually struggle with schoolwork but when i do it’s >:(

Yuu Nishinoya

it’s a normal day. not too cloudy, not to sunny, perfect for a date!

nishinoya thinks back to you, noticing that you seemed a little distracted at school today

he asked you multiple times what was wrong but you always responded with “oh no im fine!“ so he assumed you were just having a bad day :((

so to try and make you feel better, he decides to text you!

short king💕: HEy! be ready in 15 mins!! we’re going out to eat >:))

he found it kind of odd you didn’t see his message, but maybe you were just taking a nap or doing hw!

cut to him rushing over to your house bc our bby is excited!! it’s been awhile since he’s taken you somewhere so now that he has the chance to he’s pumped up!

he calls you multiple times on his phone ready to tell you he’s outside, but you don’t answer

now our bby boy is confused. he’s like?? where are you?? i just wanna go out and eat??

he looks around your house and notices your window is open

somehow, he manages to reach your window and sees you hunched over your table looking at something

he sees that your phone is on your bed charging, so now he understands why you wouldn’t answer!

“(y/nnn)!! let’s go out to eat!“

you turn around so fast

like “wHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET INTO MY ROOM??- oh hi noya“

he immediately freezes once he notices your eyes are red and puffy

better believe he’s going to rush over to you and ask what’s wrong, what made you upset, etc.

you have to wait awhile before he calms down so you could explain what was wrong

“today we had a test and i didn’t get the score i thought i’d get... i thought i’d at least get a passing grade but guess not, so im trying to study for the makeup test so i could do better this time :((“

he has a moment of realization and you swear you could literally see a lightbulb go off above his head

he finally understands why you were so upset earlier!!

now that he understands why you were sad he’s gonna do everything in his power to make you feel better

“how long have you been studying for?“

“since i got home..“

“(y/n) that was 3 hours ago...”

finds out you haven’t even taken a break and he’s about to throw hands

he cares about you a lot and wants you to take better care of yourself!!

he saw how hard you were working on trying to get a better grade and knew you needed a break, so now he’s definitely taking you out on that date as a reward for your hard work

“alright, you’re taking a break now! too much studying will break your head!!“

practically drags you out your front door. he didn’t even give you a chance to get ready, y’all left exactly how you were

he takes you out to buy your favorite food because even if you didn’t pass, you tried your best and that’s what matters

he would try his best to study with you, but we all know he isn’t the smartest when it comes to academics,,,

will give you lots and lots of kithes when he sees you finally got the score you wanted as a reward for your hard work :))

Kei Tsukishima

during school tsukki noticed that you were acting a little odd. normally you’re the one to initiate conversations with him, but today you were just quiet

immediately knew something was up, but didn’t say anything because maybe he was looking into things too much

time skip to lunch and tsukishima is looking for you, because he wants to eat his lunch with you!!

imagine his surprise when he sees you studying?

he’s like “what are you doing, are you trying to be a nerd now?“

you jump because you weren’t expecting him to find you so fast??

your plan was to study a bit before you ate your lunch with tsukishima but obviously that wasn’t going to happen today

tsukishima finds it kind of weird that you were studying during school hours because you never do that? but once again he stays quiet because hey maybe you just want to improve your grades or something

the day passes by normally for the both of you, but tsukishima still can’t shake the feeling that something is up with you

so after practice he decides to head over to your place

he parts ways with yamaguchi and begins heading over to your house to see you

he’s lowkey a little excited because he doesn’t come over to visit you much so he had lil butterflies in his stomach

your parents open the door and when they see him they immediately greet him happily and let him in

i headcannon that parents just love tsukishima idk why

tsukishima doesn’t even knock, he just opens the door to your room

when he sees you crying he just stares, extremely confused

when you notice someone’s entered your room you look up and through all the tears you see your boyfriend standing in your doorway, confused af

you quickly wipe the tears from your face, already knowing that hiding your face from him would not work because he definitely just saw you crying

you try and play it off tho

“ah! tsukki! what’re you doing here ahahha-“

he slowly walks over to you and sees your notebook fills with notes along with other worksheets filled with information

he closes your books and pushes away all the loose papers on your desk

right as you’re about to ask him why’d he do that for he immediately hugged you

it was kind of an awkwardly positioned hug tho? you were sitting down on a chair and he was standing so your face was against his stomach

he asks you if you were crying because of school work but did he really need to ask?? he already knew the answer-

he suddenly becomes sweet towards you? like he still teases you but not as much because he knows you’re sad rn :((

offers to tutor you if you really need to help, he’ll use it as an excuse to spend more time with you!

if you get a problem right your reward is his kithes

if his teammates see him tutoring you they’re gonna be like “awe“ because he barely agreed to tutor hinata and kageyama and he couldn’t stand them

they’ll clown him a little bit

speaking of them they’re probably gonna complain about it

“tsukishima you’re so mean! why does (y/n) get tutoring and not us :((“

insert sugamama smacking hinata for his comment

you get girlfriend privileges bc tsukishima is vv soft for you :))

Tobio Kageyama

im sorry but our dumb dumb kageyama probably wouldn’t notice how sad you seemed

hinata probably said something along the lines of “hey did you have a fight with (y/n)? she seems sad :((“

it’s not that he doesn’t care!! trust me he really does he’s just mostly focused on volleyball and doesn’t know how you feel unless you tell him

after hinata says that he starts to focus on you more, trying to see if what hinata said was true

if you DO seem sad, he’s gonna panic because he doesn’t know what to do

if you DONT seem sad bc you’re good at hiding your emotions, then he’s gonna call hinata ‘ bOkE!1!!1 ‘ because how dare he assume something about his gf

regardless of those things tho, he’s gonna start paying attention to you in general. he’s gonna try his best to understand your emotions because he doesn’t wanna upset you more!!

you’re most likely gonna feel his stares him a mile away. ppl are gonna think he hates you but in reality,, he’s just trying to understand your mood

one day while at school he noticed that you didn’t come. took him awhile to realize,, it was actually one of his teammates that said “where’s (y/n)? they aren’t with you?“ and he went into a mini panic mode because they’re right where’d you go?

realized that you weren’t at school and texted you

poor babey seemed lost without you because he spends most of his time with you

emo blueberry💙: you’re not at school? do you feel ok?

when you see his text you start to feel better because you know that he loves you and he’s worried bc you’re not there with him

kageyama begins to look back on his days spent with you

generally you seemed happy with him but there were times where you’d let your smile slip just a little

idk why but i headcannon that when it comes to relationships he’s vv inexperienced and doesn’t know what to do

as much as he’d hate to admit, he asked hinata it if he noticed anything off about you

when hinata tells him that you seemed distracted during breaks kageyama begins to do his journey on trying to find out what’s wrong

he asks his upperclassmen for advice and he actually uses what they say

after class he takes it upon himself to go to all of your classes to pick up any homework you might’ve missed

during practice you’re all he can think about which causes his sets to be a little off

daichi, being the kind dad he is, let’s kageyama leave early to go see you

kageyama enters your home and heads to your room. as he’s about to knock he hears sniffles clearly coming from you and he goes into panic mode

quickly opens your door and you two kind of just stare at each other awkwardly like,,

“uh, hi?“

he doesn’t understand how you could be so chill?? like you’re literally crying yet you’re acting as if you’re not

immediately asks if you’re alright, why you’re crying, etc.

once you tell him it’s because you don’t understand your schoolwork, he nods. he understands how you feel because he himself isn’t as good

he’ll tell you how it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the material as fast as others because everyone learns at their own pace

he’ll slowly initiate a hug? it might be a little awkward because he doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing he really doesn’t but he hopes that it makes you feel better :((

he’ll drag you away from your studies for a bit if you haven’t taken a break and he’ll just cuddle you

AGAIN!! it might be a little awkward but pls he’s trying his best ok :((

if you end up falling asleep he’ll give you a little kith on your forehead :))

haikyuu mlist

requests open

#hq kageyama #hq nishinoya #hq tsukishima #hq tsukki #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu kageyama #haikyuu tsukishima #nishinoya yuu #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #nishinoya x reader #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #tsukishima is soft for the reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#bean writes

252 notes · View notes

kittae · 3 years

Note

I really want to post my fanfics and I worked super hard on all of them but I’m scared to do it because I see too many imperfections so I chicken out. Is there any advice you’d give to a new writer. Your works are amazing and accounts like you inspired me to delve into my own creativity so any sort of tip would help. Sorry to bother but I just need a little extra confidence. :)

Hi! How exciting you’ve started to create your own fanfics, that’s awesome! I feel honoured my work could inspire you!! Many years ago I worried about the same thing, but then i basically said “fuck it” and i honestly didn’t care about notes or following, I just wanted a place to dump my 1k smut scribbles lol. Was my work any good back then? hell no lol, but I improved the more I wrote, the more i read other works and took inspiration from different writing styles of the writers i admired until i somehow managed to develop my own! I am still learning and improving every time i write a new piece. Tips under the cut because i have a lot to tell you!

So the best tips i can give you are: Have fun, do it for yourself and don’t care about anything else! Any kind of support or nice feedback is definitely a plus but it can take some time before you’ll see any of that and there will be times you’ll question whether or not you’re good enough because feedback has gone dry quite a lot on this platform, but don’t take it to heart and just enjoy writing! Just post them and maybe log out of the app for a while afterwards if you’re too anxious or worried! You’re creating and sharing your creativity for free and that’s a wonderful thing.

Another thing when you’re starting out is to keep it manageable for yourself. Don’t try to take on more than you can handle, just take it easy and do what you can, don’t feel pressured to pump out a 10k fic in one sitting lol. I’m still not very good at writing longer fics so i usually just do smaller works so i can actually finish them. But everyone’s different!

It might be a good idea to post your works on other platforms too if that’s something that sounds good to you, each platform comes with its own unique audience and you’ll figure out what feels best for you along the road! Some of those are: archive of our own (ao3), wattpad (very interactive reader base but beware of the immaturity and pressuring for updates from the readers and sometimes toxic environment/plagiarism), Inkitt (mostly original works on there but fanfiction gets some traction as well!).

If you’re someone who can write quite a lot, i recommend putting up a posting schedule so your readers know when they can expect a new chapter/fic from you and it really helps to keep your blog active! I never did that but i did take requests from readers back then, so i just posted small blurbs per request and that also worked really well to build some traction. Don’t feel obligated to do any of those things tho! The more you write, the more you’ll see what works for you and what doesn’t, just try out different things!

If you don’t know what to write, ask the audience! Doing requests or writing games really helped me a lot when i just started out. Make sure to tag your fics according to its content, that’s very important to be found by the right people. The first 5 tags are the most important, so make sure you have things like ‘bts’ ‘bts fanfiction’ ‘jin fanfic’ ‘kim seokjin’ etc in there. Don’t spam your tags with unrelated stuff or groups that are not in the fanfic, that’ll anger people and ruin the tag.

And lastly, make your blog easy to navigate. Do some research on HTML coding so you can put links in your bio and make a structured masterlist so your readers can find your fics easily. I’ve also noticed readers are more inclined to read fics with a nice header on top of the post, you can easily make those in the picture editor Canva! I recommend putting your handle on the header as well as some kind of watermark and so people remember your name better.

hope this helped! Feel free to message me anytime if you have some more questions about starting out! I know it can be scary, but it’s really liberating when you can express yourself through your writing! xx

#asked #answered #Anonymous

7 notes · View notes

justauthoring · 5 years

Text

I Don’t Wanna Die Alone [Xavier Plympton]

Request(s): I would like to request a Xavier Plympton x reader kind of angsty. So for plot I would like of Xavier and the reader had a pre-established relationship and it's a healthy relationship. They get along well and genuinely love one another. I would like the reader to get killed or seriously hurt and for Xavier to find them. Xavier desperately trying to help but knowing there is nothing he can do. If the reader is just hurt maybe he can lay with them as they hear jingles walking towards them. Thanks!

can you do one with xavier where the reader hits her head badly trying to run and dies in xavier’s arms at camp redwood. idk if you’ve watched teen wolf or not but maybe like vibes from the scene where allison died. ???

Hi hello I would like to request an Xavier/Reader fic where Xavier witnesses reader’s death, and how that affects him when interacting with reader in the camp as ghosts. Relationship is your choice but my vote is on romantic :)

Requested by: @redama

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

Word Count: 1,974

Notes: ya’ll, as much as i will always love evan, seeing an edit of this dude is what made me wanna watch ahs in the first place and i feel so fucking satisfied to finally be able to write for him lol. i literally just finished 1984 and i cannot help but write right now even tho im sick and have work early in the morning. so appreciate my dedication here :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

It felt like your lungs were on fire. Your body was screaming at you to stop, but your mind kept reminding you of why you couldn’t -- because if you did, he’d find you and kill you.

You just had to have a shower; you couldn’t just listen to Margaret and wait until the morning. Or at least, accept Xavier’s offer to join you. That way you wouldn’t be alone right now, running from a crazed murderer. And Jesus, you barely had time to even get dressed. Your hair was a soaking wet mop on top of your head and all you had on was your shorts and bra; the fucking asshole didn’t even give you time to put on your shoes.

All you wanted was Xavier. Part of you, maybe you were going crazy, would be satisfied dying if it meant getting to die with Xavier. Not alone. If you were going to die, which it really felt like you were going to you, you didn’t want to do it alone.

You’d tried screaming, louder then you ever had before. Your throat was raw but it seemed no one could hear you; which sucked ass. You hadn’t thought you were that far from the cabins, but apparently you were farther then you thought because there was no one coming to save you. Absolutely no one. All you could count on was your years of track in High School and pray that got you far enough that you could at least find someone.

Or out run Mr. Jingles. That’d be great to. Find a place to hide, something.

Taking a sharp turn to the right, you hiss lightly at your arm scraping against a branch. It stings and you allow yourself a moment to glance down at the now bleeding scratch on your arm before pushing it to the back of your mind, focusing your attention on your steps and where to take them. The entire forest felt like a damned maze and you were clearly lost without any knowledge on how to get to either the road or back to Camp Redwood.

You were starting to feel like you were going crazy. Insane. Something of the like. Your heart was beating a mile per minute and your skin was clammy with sweat and you just wanted to sleep. You wanted to be in Xavier’s arms, laying comfortably against his chest while he held you close.

A sudden scream pulls you from your thoughts. It causes you to halt, coming to a sudden and sharp stop as you turn your head sharply over your shoulder. You expect to hear footsteps, another screaming, something but for a moment, it’s just silence. Complete and utter silence. All you can hear is your own rapid breath and the sound of the adrenaline pumping in your veins from the absolute terror running through your entire body.

And then, it’s just faint, you hear your name. Someone’s calling out for you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you! Are you okay?”

That’s... That’s Xavier!

Eyes widening with hope, you feel your lips twitching into just the faintest of smiles, thinking that if anyone will be able to save you, it’ll be him. You move to turn, your lips parting to call out for Xavier in return. However, you don’t hear the approaching footsteps or notice the figure that falls to your left. You don’t, at least, until there’s a sharp pain in your left shoulder. Your lips part, a gasp falling past your lips as you start up into the face of none other then Mr. Jingles.

He rips the knife out of your shoulder, and you stumble back in response, your hand shakily raising to fall over the wound. You glance down briefly, watching the blood pool your skin, before turning back to Mr. Jingles.

“Please...” You breathe shakily, “don’t--!”

You never get to finish your stomach before he stabs you again; this time directly in your stomach. Your knees grow weak beneath you and as he mercilessly pulls the knife from you once more, you no longer have the strength to hold yourself up. You hit the ground with a thud, a whimper leaving your lips as your vision blurs.

Mr. Jingles crawls over you, knees on either side of you as he easily pushes your head to the side, revealing your ear to him. With a almost mocking gentleness he brushes your hair back, taking the top of your ear and slicing it right off. Somehow you have the strength to scream; it piercing the silence of the forest as Mr. Jingles simply stands up, with his price, and stalks off.

He just leaves you there.

It feels like hours, but can’t be more than a few moments, you just graveling on the ground, before another figure falls next to you. You assume it to be Mr. Jingles, coming to finish the job quicker then he’d originally intended and you don’t have the strength to fight or scream or even really cry. But then warm arms are pulling you into a lap and you blink, glancing up to meet Xavier’s piercing blue eyes staring back down at you.

Except, his eyes are flooded with welling tears as he gets a good look at you.

“X-Xavier...”

“Y/N... Oh, God... Oh, God, Y/N--!”

Shaking your head, your lips part to speak, but you find yourself choking on your own blood, it pooling around your mouth. Your body jerks in response, Xavier desperately attempting to apply pressure to your wounds but you know it’s useless.

You raise your hand, settling it over his own with a shaky determination. Your action pulls his eyes on you and with your eyes glossing over, you smile up at him. “I... I love you...”

Your body falls limp in his hands then.

“Y/N... Y/N, Y/N, wake up!” Xavier finds the words pouring from his lips, unable to think rationally as he desperately tries to shake you back awake. But, of course, nothing words. And eventually, he ends up just pulling you close, curling you up against him as a sob breaks past his lips.

Montana finds him moments later.

“Xavier, we have-- oh, shit, Y/N! No, no, no!”

Finally pulling his gaze up, Xavier meets Montana’s gaze through a blurred vision. “I was too late,” he whispers, voice a raspy imitation of how he normally sounds. “He got to her before I... I couldn’t save her...”

Montana’s lips part to say something, but she finds herself speechless. Her heart wrenches at the thought of you dead, given that the two of you had always been close, and she’s never quite seen Xavier so... helpless. She wants to say something to comfort him, but doesn’t know what. And seeing you, lifeless in his arms, hurts her just as much.

However, before she can dwell on it much longer, the sound of keys jingling echoes.

“Oh, fuck!” Montana curses, pushing herself up to her feet desperately and latching onto Xavier’s arm. “Come on, Xav. We got to go. We got to go!”

“No, no!” Xavier cries, holding onto your body tighter. “I’m not leaving her here.”

“We have to go!”

“I’m not leaving her here!”

“Look at me, look at me!” Grabbing Xavier tightly by the cheeks, Montana pulls his gaze sharply on her own. “Y/N wouldn’t want you to die like this, okay? She’d want you to live! She’d want you to survive. We both know it!” Breathless, Xavier stays silent, unable to argue with Montana. “So, we have to go!”

One glance down at you and Xavier knows she’s right.

Shakily, he eases his grip on you, setting you gently back on the ground and moving to stand up. However, before he does, he slips his jacket off, placing it over you as to cover you the best he can. “Okay,” he whispers, voice broken. “Let’s go.”

“You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually.”

Xavier stays silent, back turned to you as he stares out blankly in front of him.

Sighing, you shake your head, daring to take another step forward. “We are stuck here for eternity, Xav.” You remind softly, continuing to walk forward more and more. You don’t stop until you’re directly behind Xavier, making sure he can’t run off like he has all times before. You’re desperate for him to finally face you. “You can’t just ignore me.”

“Why do you even want to talk to me in the first place?”

Jerking your head back in surprise -- at both the fact that this is the first time Xavier’s spoke to you since you’d woken up from death and his actual words -- you blink at the back of Xavier’s head. However, soon enough he’s spinning to face you, his eyes finally meeting your own as he shakes his head at you. You find yourself also surprised at the tears in his eyes.

Gathering yourself, you shake your head; “what’re you talking about?”

“You died!” He calls out, causing you to furrow your brows. Huffing, he clarifies himself; “you died because of me.”

Lips parting, you move to respond, but find yourself unable to. Is that what he thinks? That he killed you? He must’ve lost his damn mind because you know for a fact that it was Mr. Jingles who killed you. The fact that he actually blames himself... you feel your heart twist uncomfortably, shaking your head desperately as you reach out for Xavier. He only steps back from your touch causing your arms to fall by your side helplessly.

“Is that what you think?” You whisper, never tearing your gaze off his own. “Xav, you didn’t kill me... Mr. Jingles did.”

“I let you go off on your own! I... wasn’t quick enough!” Inhaling sharply, Xavier wipes at his cheeks desperately, trying to hide the tears that profusely fall down his cheeks. Then, he gathers himself enough to utter one last sentence, a broken whisper. “I didn’t protect you.”

You step forward, reaching out for Xavier. This time he doesn’t pull away, shoulders slumping as your hands move to cup his cheeks, shaking your head repeatedly. “You did protect me,” you whisper, “you always did. And I didn’t die because of you. I died because of some pathetic man. I ran off to have a shower, I didn’t let you come with me... So, please,” letting your thumb stroke his cheek softly, you smile up at him. “Just... kiss me.”

Xavier’s resolve slowly falls with each word. By the end of it, his tears have halted and he finds himself stunned by your forgiveness. He finds his hands reaching out for you, desperate for your touch as his hands fall on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You want me to kiss you?”

“I’ve never wanted you to kiss me more than I have now.”

A smirk crawls onto his lips and slowly but surely, Xavier leans down, pressing his lips against your own. The kiss is short, chaste, but it means everything to you. Able to hold Xavier like this again means everything to you. Your arch into his touch, your hand sliding up the back of his neck as you moan into the kiss, Xavier returning it with just as much ferocity.

It’s been so long since you’ve been able to kiss him like this.

Pulling back, Xavier leans his forehead against your own, breathless. “I’ve missed you...”

“Well,” you smile lightly, leaning back to meet his gaze. “Like I said, we have all of eternity here... You’ll never have to miss me again.”

Xavier’s faint smile turns into a grin.

“I like the sound of that.”

Let me know what you thought?

309 notes · View notes

seijorhi · 4 years

Text

asks :)

Y’all know the drill - general asks and stuff under the cut 💕

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT KUROO'S VA VOICES HAWKS SO I LOOKED UP A CLIP REAL QUICK AND NOW IM IN LOVE SO IMA INDULGE MYSELF WITH YOUR HAWKS FICS DHDHSJSJ #TY4THEMEAL

I... did not know this. But you know what? It makes sense. I am a whore for both of them so?? Also I hope you liked the Hawks stuff asdfghjkl

Don't feel pressured to pump out fics in a constant rate we're always gonna wait patiently for that premium quality 👌

Bby, darling, sweetheart. I will always feel pressure to pump out fics at a constant rate. It’s who I am, and more importantly, it’s what y’all are here for so I try my best to keep things coming consistently(ish). But thank you!!

I think its interesting how the upperclassmen would just gradually be corrupting the lower class men on each respective team. Oh? Hinata thinks one of his classmates is cute? He should follow them home to make sure they get there okay. Someone told Tsukki they already had a boyfriend? He should take out the competition. Etc.

CORRUPTION!! Yaaaas!! I can definitely see Suga doing something like this. He’s just wants the best for his juniors, he can see their little heart eyes all the way across the gym (yes, even Tsukki’s), but they just need a lil help going after what they want 👀Out of all of them though - I think he’d do the most damage with a sweetheart like Tadashi oop

I hope you're doing well!!! 🥺💕 Here's a small reminder to please drink some water and take care of yourself 🥺

Water is not my issue, bby, it’s sleep lol, but thank you!! Make sure you look after yourself too!!!

Yo! I loved the new fic! May I ask the inspiration behind Ichiro's name ? You don't need to answer if you don't want to

Thank you so much!! It was super fun writing for Inarizaki! As far as Ichiro’s name - i did a very fancy thing and googled names and chose one that I liked the ring of and was different enough from the other named characters in hq haha

I love all your writings. I would read them again and again and again and again because they are just soooo good. *Chef's kiss*. But I really like your soulmate AU and I'm hoping to see more (no pressure tho). Love you bb!

I have one or two soulmate requests still in my inbox - most of them are poly with 2 or more characters which I feel like I kinda set myself up with when I wrote like nobody else haha. I’m also considering doing one for Kuroo, but again it’d be super self indulgent and I’m not sure y’all aren’t gonna get tired of the same kinda themes haha. And thank you, bby!

Yaaaaas! I'm so excited for your upcoming works! Plus Ultra! Hahahaha! Srysly tho, I'm really excited. Your works are always worth the wait 💓

Ahh thank you! I always hope they’re worth the wait!!

oh my GOD your writing is my favorite ever !! somehow you write EXACTLY what i want to read and i will never get tired of it. just want to thank you for existing and putting out content <3

asdfghjkl Thank you so much, y’all have no idea how happy it makes me to read stuff like this 💕

pls stop feeding us sksksksksksjjsksjs gift wrap part three suga and DAICHI!!!!!!!!!! ur making be bark bark bark grr woooffff all week long 😭😭😭😔🖐

So... just stop writing altogether??? Lmao. But I am pumped to write for daddy Daichi because nobody has asked for anything with him in it yet! Which is v rude in my opinion - why are y’all sleeping on him? Also, pairing him with (well, sorta) Suga is some top tier stuff ngl!

#ask #anon #not a request #BD answers

7 notes · View notes

nctrenjunie · 5 years

Text

Desire~ Jaehyun (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.9 k

Comment: Finally, finally I got this done. I really really like this somehow and I hope I could satisfy the anon who requested it. I wanted to finish it yesterday and post it then but again...I fell asleep.

Request: Helloooo! Can I request a aehyun jealous smut where y/n and him recently broke up/are on a break and they see each other at a party each talking to different people and get jealous? Thank youuu

The three bottles of Hugo that you downed earlier after your last exam started to kick in. Not in a bad way but more in a positive one. The three bottles and a long talk with your friend actually persuaded you to go to one of those parties you normally avoided really fast. But here you were. Dressed in something that's not your pajama for once at this hour and a closed beer in your hand. You didn't know if you wanted to drink more. Right now, you felt wonderful. The pumping feeling from the previous alcohol still in your head, making you feel comfortably dizzy. Also adding how relieved you felt, knowing all your exams ended and you could finally relax. All your worries disappeared. Maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of the weed smoke you could smell through the whole apartment or maybe just because you didn't see any of those toxic people you knew, for now.

It was one of the first parties you attended. The atmosphere was either relaxing or really steamy. You could decide where to start of with your friend. Making your way to the dance floor and start to dance to music you didn't really like or go to a group of people who discussed about playing beer pong. Seeing some familiar faces in the group you decided to start relaxed, taking your friends hand before walking to the table. Seeing both of you they started to greet you and your friends with bright smiles. Your friend started to hug everyone making you do the same as a girl already brought her arms around your waist. After finally greeting everyone you started to notice how easily it was to talk to them. You were surprised from yourself how your introvert ass could actually hold a five minute talk with someone you didn't even know. The game finally started and you opened the bottle of beer you still had in your hand. After some rounds your teammates already drank their bottles empty whilst yours was still full because it tasted like shit.

You thought about your next step. Route A: You settle the beer bottle down on the table and excuse yourself before going home. Route B: You tell them the beer doesn't taste and instead of drinking it you make your way to the dance floor and enjoy yourself on another way. Or Route C: You try to feel even better, gulping down the bottle of cheap beer before moving on to the dance floor as you try to do as much as possible tonight because you knew there won't be any party soon that you would independently want to attend.

You decided to go with Route C. The probability of having a bad headache tomorrow morning grew bigger as you exed the beer down your throat. You heard cheers, surprised cheers as the other saw you gulp it down. Maybe you should regret it you thought to yourself but you knew you couldn't. You wanted to do something new, Not forever but you just wanted to experience something that you didn't until now.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom you looked at yourself through the mirror. You looked normal, like always. You ran your with cold water filled hands over your face before sighing relieved. Yes, you felt dizzy but you weren't drunk. The desire to explore this world grew bigger inside of you. You wanted to keep this satisfied feeling the party gave you, you wanted to discover everything you could get on this party, just for tonight. You promised to yourself, just tonight, to get to know new thing as long as you don't get too drunk too think.

You smiled at your reflection, taking a breath before getting back to the party. You looked through the crowds, searching for your friends before someone tapped on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you looking for your friend?”

You looked bluntly at the boy in front you, admiring his beauty. Recognizing his face from the earlier beer pong game you pulled yourself together and smiled back at him. You saw his lips move but couldn't quite sense his words over the loud music. Noticing your confused expression he pulled you out of the green light into the apartments kitchen. The brighter light made it able to see his face better. He looked handsome and his smile lifted your already high mood even higher.

“Sorry its just better to talk here because of the loud music. I saw your friend talking to someone she knows. She told me you didn't have to search for her before she entered one of the bedrooms with her company.”

“Hmm, that's typical for her. Sorry that you had to look for me because of her.”

You weren't pissed by your friends action neither surprised, that's just how she was. Chuckling at the thought of her you got pulled out of your thoughts again as the boy next to you said something.

“No it's okey, now I actually have an excuse to start a conversation with this beautiful lady next to me.”

Small laughs left your mouth at his words, eyeing him up and down. It has been some time since the last time you flirted with someone. Your thoughts went back to your ex boyfriend or still boyfriend. You didn't even know. The love between both of you was something beautiful that neither of you wanted to break but as you initiated a relationship break because of his jealous behaviour it became kind of stormy in your spring like love. It wasnt that you didn't love him or he you. There were just these unnecessarily fights that you couldn't handle anymore. As you started to go on a break with him you actually didn't know how to start to talk to him again. And since he also didn't talk to you, you practically broke up right? Okay, you didn't broke up but you were still on a break and you thought back to the promise you made to yourself. Cutting of your processing thoughts you looked back at the boy.

“Are you talking about me mister?”

Thankfully he laughed back at your comment before keeping the conversation. He was actually funny not only good looking. Some time passed and you already downed a whole chips bag whilst sitting on the kitchen counter, talking to the sweet boy you got to meet tonight.

Everything went well, you had a great time until you heard the oh so familiar laugh from the other side of the kitchen. There he was. One of your hands went up to your mouth sliding a nacho in your mouth as you gazed around the room, looking for the person with the soft laugh that made butterflies fly in your stomach every time you heard it. But the butterflies slowly died as you saw him standing there. A beer in his hand, his sleeves were rolled up, showing of his veiny arms. Fuck he looked gorgeous. You were to mesmerized by seeing him again before you finally saw his eyes staring into your direction. His eyes were obviously on you. Checking you out like he did the whole party without your notice.

You felt a little betrayed as you saw a girl standing next to him, trying to talk to him. But you somehow did the same. You tried to ignore it for now unlike him. It made him feel sick. Not only the good looking guy you were talking to the whole time but how happy you looked without him throughout the party.

He didn't think it would be that bad but he wanted you more than anything since both of you went on your break. He wanted you to want him, making you need him as much as he needed you. But why did you look so happy even tho he wasn't near you like this guy right now? That's when he realised. To say he wanted you or needed you would be an underestimation. Oh no, he desired you. He desired everything of you. It was almost like an addiction, almost like only you could feel the void in his body. He felt it through his whole body as the desire poisoned his mind making him think unclear. You were like a goddess to him. Everything was just so mesmerizing. The touch of your fingertips in his hair that he haven't felt in like ages to your long self talks about ordering indish or vietnamese food.

You still felt his gaze on you noticing the jealousy mixed with something else fill his and your atmosphere. No, you didn't want to lose your happy mood over him now. Deciding to flee from his stare you asked the boy if he wanted to dance, already pulling him with you to the dance floor, back to the red light.

The loud music added to your already pumping and dizzy mind as your body got closer to the handsome guy. Sweat started to form on your forehead, as it started to get hot, moving your body to the wild music in the middle of a big crowd. Your mood started to light up again until you noticed a vibrating phone in the jeans of your dance partner. He looked at you sorry before picking up the call on his cell phone. You looked at his face, his expression changing from confused to worried.

“What do you mean with he's throwing up? Like is he okay?...Ok...yeah ok...yes I'm on my way.”

He looked at you sorry, worry still plastered on his face. Explaining you the situation before trying to squeeze himself out of the crowd. Standing there alone you decided to just keep on moving, not wanting to let your mood fall down.

He noticed it as he payed a friend twenty bucks to call this guy. Yes, that was when he noticed that his desire towards you was almost selfish. Selfish for trying everything to be near you again, near his desire. On the way through the crowd dancing around him he smiled pathetically at himself, noticing how helpless he fell for you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind feeling how you lightly shuttered under his touch before you turned around.

Your eyes met his as you opened them, looking at him perplexed. Jaehyun pulled you closer to his body. One of his big hands went up to your chin, pulling your head closer to his so his lips could whisper easily in your ear.

“Fuck baby Ive missed you so much. I hope you didn't forget me because I didn't forget you. I was kinda surprised as you walked into this party. You could have told me you know, I'm still your boyfriend right?”

You smiled daringly at his question, moving yourself up on your tiptoes to his ear before placing a soft kiss against his cheek. A smirk plastered over his face while he tried to suppress the aching feeling in his body from your body touching his.

“I don't know baby. I haven't seen you in a while and I remember seeing a girl next to you earlier. Where did she go?”

“Are we getting jealous? Isn't that the reason we've fought all the time? If you are talking about this girl let me talk about this boy. Hmphh, his hands were on your body, and you talked to him for a really long time. I hope you didn't plan to fuck him tonight because that would make me really happy darling.”

“And what if I did? He's so funny. I didn't get his number but I can just ask my friend later you know.”

Jaehyuns cheeky grin disappeared from his face. He looked at you blankly. The grip one of his hand had on your waist got stronger, bringing you even closer to his body. Jaehyuns hand went down from your cheek joining the other one on your waist before moving on to your underarm. The skinship you shared with him seemed to tense the situation even more as his hand intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Are you playing with me right now? You walk into this party like it's totally normal and then you talk to some random guy and dare to dance with him after seeing me, your boyfriend?...Let me show you who you belong too.”

With these last words, he pushed himself through the crowd, dragging you behind him. You could feel by the tightened graps on your hand how pissed and impatient he was. You finally got out of the crowd, Jaehyun kept walking fast until he found an empty room. Opening the door he closes it immediately behind you and pushed you against it, trapping you between the door and his body. You smirked at him, already planning to tease him. Jaehyun looked at you, never taking his eyes of you. Why was he so obsessed?

His two eyes were filled with desire

His heart was filled with desire

And at the end of this thrill no one

could ever predict how much

he loved his desire.

That was when his eyes turned blind, closing them. His hands were on the back of your head, yours on the back of his neck as he crashed his soft lips against yours. You could say it was rough but passionate, as if he was craving to feel your lips moving against his. He moved one of his hand down into your pants, fast, achieving a gasp from you. Taking the chance he moved his tongue into your mouth, intertwining the muscle with yours. His hand kept moving down into your underwear, placing one finger on your clit. He didn't want this to end to fast but he was too desperate to care about it. He needed you, right now.

Sweet moans left your mouth as he rubbed circles on your clit whilst you moved one hand down to his pants. Unbuttoning them you took his already hard on out of his pants. You started to move your hand up and down his dick, getting a groan from him. Sweat lingered on his forehead that made his already shining skin shine even brighter. Fuck he looked gorgeous. You started to get wet, already feeling your orgasm near. His tongue was still in your mouth, rough kisses still shared before he pulled away. A string of saliva still connected both of your lips. Now he fully pulled away from your body, letting you wait for his touch again even tho he was the one who desired your touch, your everything right now. But you needed him too so you decided to take things in your hand.

“What? If you think you can tease me I can just go back to the party, looking for the boy that had his hands on my hips, asking him if he wants to fuck me.”

At your words he groaned, flexing his collarbone. He pulled your pants down aggressively as well as his before taking one of your legs up, putting it over your shoulder. Pumping his dick again he positioned himself in front of your heat, putting the tip already into your hole. You left out a slight whimper because of the stretch, already anticipating his cock ramming into you. One of his hand went up your torso, kneading your breast before moving up to your neck, choking you slightly.

“Baby girl, not even I know how much I need you but I hope you're okay with being mine and me being yours so stop talking about some stupid guy that couldn't even fuck you half as well as I do.”

Jaehyun rammed his dick into you, not giving you a chance to get comfortable with the stretch. You felt your wetness slipping around his dick and your walls already clenching around his dick. The room was filled with his groans and your moans that were suppressed by his veiny hand choking your neck. You whine, feeling every inch of his cock ramming inside of you. His thrusts were rough and fast, still loving and passionate. He pounded into you like you were his slut, still respectful and careful because you were his goddess. Jaehyun couldn't take it anymore, already feeling his high approaching.

“Fuck baby I cant take it anymore. You are so tight...ah let me cum inside of you yes? I will fill your tight pussy with my hot cum. Would you like that mixing both of your cums together?”

His words made you clench your walls even tighter around his dick as you were ready to cum. You nodded leaving out loud pleades and yesses with your moans. Jaehyun moved his hands down from your neck to your clit, stimulating it with hard pressure while rubbing it. That's when you felt your high, like an explosion in your stomach and the butterflies coming back to life. Whilst Jaehyun felt his orgasm some seconds after you, cumming in your pussy, filling you up with his hot seed. Loud pants and some gentle kisses filled the room as he pulled out of you, mixed cum dripping out of your pussy down your thighs. His lips were still on yours as well as his forehead against yours. You pulled away, whispering a small “I love you” seeing how his lips lit up into a small exhausted smile.

“I love my desire.”

#nct smut #nct u smut #nct127 smut #nct smut blog #nct smut scenario #nct smut imagine #nct hard hours #nct jaehyun smut #jaehyun smut #nct127 jaehyun smut #nct u jaehyun smut #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun smut

282 notes · View notes

benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

Text

Dinner Date - Part 2 - BxRxR

MASTERLIST

(um hi this is where the smutty mcsmut happens and um yeahhhhhh its dirty. yw. so uh enjoy?? hopefully?? as much as i love sex, i dont think im the greatest at writing it LOL even tho i feel dirty after writing this but OH WELL this is the final part, but if u want more BxRxR (even like cute blurbs :example: how they met, how they do certain stuff together, IM SO FOR THAT my requests are open 10000% okay ilysm BYEEE)

Word Count: 2,931 (OOF)

“Roger!”

You’re propped in the backseat of the car, sat in the middle. You lean forward as your hands fly to your sides and grip the leather seat roughly. Roger is sat in the passenger’s seat and his body turns to face you, a huge smirk on his face. Ben looks at you in the rear-view mirror and smiles, his eyes turning dark. This was the fourth time since the car ride to dinner that Roger has clicked on the remote and made your panties vibrate. He does it on purpose and at random moments just to elicit an ungodly gasp from you, followed by his name being moaned. He loved it more than anything. You on the other hand, were frustrated and grumpy by the continuous vibrations that gave you no relief. You look up to him and frown.

“Ben, take the remote from him!”

Ben looks to you and half laughs.

“He’ll be even worse than me!” says Roger, his voice high.

Ben nods his head and raises a brow.

“It’s true. I would be.”

You exhale and lean back against the seat.

“This isn’t fair.” you say looking out the window.

“You know you love it! It feels good.” says Rog, almost purring the last words.

You look to him and smirk, raising a brow. You slightly open your legs making your dress slip up, revealing your dark panties.

“How about you come back here and make me feel really good.” you say, biting your lip.

Roger’s smirk falls from his face as his eyes look you up and down. He’s stunned by the lust in your voice and how exposed you are to him at the moment. Ben looks over to him quickly and hits his arm.

“No! Don’t fall for that! She’s just trying to take them off!”

Roger looks to him then back to you and smiles. He knew he was right. You were going to try to get Roger back there and somehow get this torture device off of you.

“Oh, you’re good.” he says.

You huff and snap your legs close. Your plan didn’t work. You cross your arms while pouting and once again look out the window.

“Alright,” says Ben, pulling into a empty parking space. “We’re here.”

You quickly unbuckle your seat-belt and slip out of the car. Roger stands next to you and places his hand on your lower back. Ben walks around and takes in an anxious breath. You can tell he’s nervous. You walk up to him and help straighten his tie.

“Don’t be nervous.” you say. “We’re right here.”

You lean up to sweetly kiss him and when your lips touch his, your panties vibrate and you grip Ben’s shirt and moan in his mouth. Roger stands back and bites his lip as he watches your legs squeeze together. Ben freezes and feels his pants slightly tighten at the ungodly noise that just came from you. You lean away and take in a breath and turn to look at Roger. You squint your eyes and walk away from him. They both laugh and jog to catch up with you. Roger rushes up the restaurants entrance and opens the door for you. You all walk in and a delicious Italian aroma fills the air. It wasn’t busy tonight and you silently thanked the gods for that.

Ben looks around and spots everyone at a table in the far back corner. A hostess walks up as Ben tells her he knows where to go. He guides you to the back and everyone stands up as they watch him approach. He shakes hands and hugs a few as they all greet him with wide smiles. You can tell they love him already.

Your arm is wrapped around Roger’s as you hold it tight. He knows it’s a comfort thing and he slowly rubs your hand with his thumb, glancing down at you. Ben turns to look at the two of you and introduces you to everyone.

“Roger, y/n,” he says. “This is Rami, Joe, Lucy and Gwil.”

The both of you smile and say your hellos. Ben scoots your chair back as you sit down. A waiter walks up and Roger orders for the three of you, knowing exactly what you love.

“So, how did the three of you meet?” asks Joe, leaning his elbows against the table.

“Well y/n and I met at my concert one night actually. And we met Ben at an after party for a film he was in actually. What movie was it again, y/n?” asks Roger.

But before you could speak, your panties begin vibrating. It wasn’t too strong, but it still made you jump.

“Oh!” you say loudly. You look up and awkwardly smile, watching as Roger and Ben hide a smirk. “It was for, um, X Men.”

Roger smiles and shares a look with Ben. The night continues and you all share stories about your lives. They ask Roger a million questions about Queen and ask you about your life as well.

“Well I went to college for business and was hoping to-”

Roger turns up the vibration to be even stronger. You grip the table and cough loudly, trying to drown out a moan. You clear your throat and look to Rami, who asked the question.

“Was hoping to start my own business.” you finish your sentence fast and smile.

Ben sneaks his hand under the table and places on your thigh as it slides up. The vibration doesn't stop. You bite your cheek and try to concentrate on anything else but the throbbing ache between your legs.

“Your earrings are beautiful!” says Lucy admiring them. “Where did you get them?”

“Thank you!” you say smiling. “I got them from MOLLY’S!”

You accidentally half shout the last word and everyone’s eyes open wide at your sudden reaction. Ben places his napkin over his mouth as he hides him laughing. Roger looks to you and then back to everyone else.

“She just really loves that store.” he says, smiling.

You look over to him and scowl. How badly you wanted to slap that smug look off of his face. He looks to you and notices your expression and quickly turns up the vibration even higher. You jump and grab your wine and drink it. You squeeze your eyes close and reach over to grip Roger’s thigh. He hisses at the contact and turns it down quickly. You suddenly feel how wet you are and you squeeze your legs together. Ben reaches his hand across your lap and Roger passes him the remote. He leans forward and kisses your head. Your heart is racing as you watch their trade off.

“So, we’re filming this certain scene,” says Gwil, half laughing. “And Ben turns to me and says-”

At that moment, Ben turns up the vibration to full power and your hands slam on the table out of reflex. It’s loud and everyone jumps as they look to you. Your face flushes as something dark in your stomach rises up. You open your mouth to talk and all that comes out is a hurried, awkward laugh. You’re so embarrassed right now. They must think you’re insane.

“You okay?” asks Rami.

You look to him and shake your head fast, a gasp slipping out. You stand up quickly and lean against Roger. Ben turns up the vibration and you feel like your legs are going to go out under you. You close your eyes and tense your jaw.

“Um, I have to-” A slight moan falls out. “I have to actually go!” you accidentally shout. “I have soooo much work to do for tomorrow!”

The ‘so’ came out as a low groan as the vibrations hit your clit perfectly, sending a shiver down your spine. Joe raises a brow and smiles at your actions, confused as to what’s happening.

“Yeah, we actually should be heading out.” says Ben, standing with you. Roger stands next and you all say your goodbyes. You turn to walk and the vibration makes it difficult for your legs to work properly. You wanted to go in every direction. Your head was spinning at the pleasure. You exit the restaurant and rush to the car, sliding into the backseat.

“This was your idea, you can do it.” says Roger, as he slides into the driver's seat.

You look between the boys and finally understand when Ben slides in next to you and slams the door shut. He leans forward and cups your face as he kisses you hard. Roger starts the car and begins driving. You silently thank the gods once more for overly tinted windows, knowing that no one can look inside the car at all. Your panties begin vibrating even faster and you moan loudly in Ben’s mouth, finally able to make noise. He bites your lip and pushes you to lie back.

“You did so good tonight, baby.” he says as he spreads your legs. He pushes the panties against you and the vibrations are even stronger. Your eyes squeeze shut as you call out his name.

He finally slides the panties off and your core is still buzzing. He brings his hands down and rubs them between your slick folds. You hiss at the contact and look at him with pleading eyes.

“You’re so wet.” he says almost shocked. “Got enough foreplay, did we?” he asks, scooting back from you and leaning his head down to swipe his tongue over your throbbing heat. You buck your hips and run your hand through his hair.

“Oh God, no. I need you inside me.” you whispered harshly.

Roger feels his pants tighten as he watches the two of you through the mirror. He drives fast and looks over to spot a long abandoned dirt road. He turns sharply to go on it. He drives for a moment and stops the car when no one’s in sight. He puts it in park and quickly unzips his pants. He scoots to the backseat and kneels on his knees as he watches Ben kiss your neck and finger you hard and deep. Your eyes are rolled back in your head and the noise your juices make against his fingers is enough to make Roger cum right then and there. Ben looks over to him and smirks at the expression on his face. He changes his hand and slips his fingers in you once again as he reaches over and grabs Roger’s hard length.

Rog moans loudly and his head falls back slightly. Ben pumps him fast as you look over to him, watching his mouth fall open slightly. You reach forward and grab his shirt, pulling him down to you. You gently swipe your finger over his bottom lip.

“Kiss me.” you whisper.

He quickly leans forward and attaches his mouth to yours. Ben moans as his speed picks up with the both of you. Touching the two of you at the same time was almost like ecstasy to him.

“He’s right,” moans Roger. “You were such a good girl tonight.”

Ben hits your sweet spot and you cry out, gripping Roger’s shoulder hard. Ben’s fingers slip out of you and you whimper. He unzips his pants and strokes himself a few times. He aligns himself to your entrance and harshly grabs your face to make you look at him. His hand falls to your neck and he lightly squeezes as he enters you hard. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he stretches your walls. He gives you a moment to adjust before he’s slamming into you repeatedly. He then tosses your leg over his shoulder and slides even deeper inside of you. You close your eyes and whimper after whimper spill out as he continues.

“Fuck!” you scream, feeling yourself clench around him. Your stomach tightens as your climax is close. Ben squeezes your neck a little more and you smile as you bite your lip. This drives Ben crazy, you smiling at him choking you. He growls loudly and pounds into you even harder. Just then, Roger reaches forward and begins rubbing your clit fast. Your legs begin shaking as your eyes roll in the back of your head. You begin seeing stars as Ben leans down to press a kiss below your ear.

“Cum, baby.” he whispers.

You bring your hand up to his neck and finally release your orgasm and feel as Ben does as well. His hot liquid fills you as he moans into your ear. He thrusts a few more times and pauses, still inside of you. You try to calm down your breathing, but it’s no use. Ben faces you and gently kisses you. He pulls himself out and you groan at the emptiness. He looks to Roger and leans forward to kiss him hard. You watch the two of them as their tongues dance together. You gasp at the sight in front of you and bring your fingers to rub yourself. Roger breaks away and watches you, a smirk on his face.

“Someone still a little too excited?”

You look to him and nod your head fast.

“On your knees.” he says, his voice deep.

You hurriedly sit up and get on your knees, facing him. He spins you around and your stomach is leaning against the back seat. He kneads your ass before harshly slapping it. You let out a hiss as you feel Ben’s cum slide down your leg. Roger notices and uses his finger to swipe some up. He brings his finger to your mouth and pauses.

“Open up.” he whispers.

You open your mouth and slightly hold out your tongue. He slips it in you harshly suck on it, tasting Ben. You swirl your tongue around as you hear Ben let out a groan at the sight.

“Good girl.” says Roger, as he places his hand on your back and makes you lean forward.

He rubs his length up and down your slick folds, a mixture of you and Ben. You close your eyes in anticipation. He suddenly slides into you fast and you let out a loud moan. He grabs your hair and forces your head back. Your hands reach back and grip his hips for support. Ben cups Roger's face and begins kissing him with a needy desire. Roger pumps in and out of you slowly, but gradually his thrusts get more forceful. Before you know it, he’s slamming into you and your stomach is repeatedly hitting the seat. He brings his hand down to your core and begins rubbing you fast.

“I’m not gonna last.” he whimpers against Ben’s lips.

You let out a groan, letting him know that you won’t last either. Roger spreads your legs even further and slams into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over. You grip the seat in front of you as he releases your hair. You lean over it and let out a yell. Ben pushes you back a bit as he attaches his lips to your breasts, kneading at them. He sucks and pulls as you gasp. Feeling both of them touching you was pure bliss.

“Roger!” you cry out.

He slaps your ass as Ben sucks once more and backs away. Rog grips your hips tightly and sets an even faster pace. You gasp loudly as he slams even deeper inside of you. He slaps your butt again and he hisses.

“Good girl.” he says, slapping you again.

Ben leans forward and attaches his lips to your neck and sucks. You yell out and feel your legs begin to shake. Roger nuzzles his head into the other side of your neck and you can hear his heavy breathing in your ear.

“Slap me.” you say loudly.

Roger and Ben look up shocked. They look at each other and shake their heads, unsure if they had just heard you correctly. You bite your lip and repeat yourself again, louder.

“Slap me!”

Ben scoots over and grabs your face with his hand. He leans in and gently kisses your cheek. Your eyes are still closed when he slightly slaps you. Not enough to hurt, barely a sting. You smirk at the contact and open your eyes to watch Ben’s face, eyes wide, as he and Roger just learned something new about you. Roger speeds up and you feel the familiar shaking of your legs as your stomach muscles tighten.

“Cum.” whispers Ben, as he rubs the area where he had slapped you.

You bite your lip and feel your buildup about to explode for the second time. You’re practically screaming out when you cum for them once more. Roger brings his hand around to grip your breasts as you feel him fill you up. His breathing is harsh as he comes down from his high. You lean against the seat, legs too sore to move. Roger kisses your shoulder and leans his forehead against your neck. You lean back against him, moving your head to face him. He kisses you softly and you smile. He slowly slips out of you as you both moan at the sensitivity. Ben slides down your dress and you wobbly turn yourself around and fall against the seat. Ben and Roger slump down next to you as they zip themselves up. The car windows are all foggy as you all catch your breath.

“Maybe I’ll wear those panties more often.” you say, smirking.

Roger kisses your shoulder as Ben grabs your hand and smiles.

“I told you she’d like them.”

Tag List: @ironqueen98 @caterinaborgia @secretsweetscollectionblog @mautand @seven-seas-of-hi @ramimalekrp-roleplayerpage @peter-parkersbb @rogertayolr @mothermercuryy @basics-andthesimplelife @discodeakyjazzyjoe @twistingrealityagain @starsoflovingness-wq

#dinner date #part 2 #bxrxr #benhardyisdaddy #benhardy #ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #benxreader #benxrogerxreader #roger taylor #Roger Taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #smut #omg #queen #fanfic #ben hardy x roger taylor

193 notes · View notes

thotantics · 6 years

Text

Come Back Home

⚤ pairing — reader + Im Changkyun (monsta x)

✎ word count — 2k

✦ genre — smut, fluff

✗ warnings — dirty talk, descriptions of sex, phone sex

Requested — can you write a, changkyun phone sex please? thankssss 💘

Changkyun was exhausted by the time he got back to the hotel. The first thing he did when he sat down was pull his phone out of his bag, where he’d stuffed it away for safe keeping for the night. Once he turned it back on he saw a message from you that he had missed by quite a while, and the sinking feeling of guilt hit his stomach as he opened the correct app to respond to you.

Y/N[9:17pm]: are you busy Changkyun[12:42am]: I’m sorry I missed you, is everything ok? Y/N[12:42am]: hi!! yeah everythings ok, don’t worry Y/N[12:43am]: i just miss you :(

He pouted at his phone as he typed his reply. Changkyun missed you a lot, too, and he felt awful that he had left you hanging for over three hours without a response. He wanted to be a more attentive, available boyfriend. He definitely didn’t want to be laying in a hotel bed in some city so far away from the one he loved at this very moment, body sore and aching and missing the warmth of you laying next to him.

Changkyun[12:44am]: I miss you too, princess. what are you doing right now? in bed sleeping? it’s late back home, right? Y/N[12:45am]: it’s not that late. I’m in bed tho, yeah~ wbu? Changkyun[12:45am]: yes, I’m in bed, too. I wish you were here, you’d love the view from my room. Y/N[12:45am]: send me a pic??

Dutifully, Changkyun got out of bed and walked over to the big windows, the curtains still drawn open to reveal the city lights below, and he snapped a really aesthetic picture he knew you’d love. He made sure he got the angle just right and even put a cute caption over in cursive font “wish u were here”.

Y/N[12:48am]: dummy!! I wanted Y O U in the picture, too, take another

He laughed, turned the front facing camera on and swung around on the spot. He tried not to look as tired as he felt, knowing you’d fuss at him and cut your conversation short if you thought he should go to sleep. Making sure the view was visible behind him, he sent another shot, with the same fancy cursive font that this time read “is this better, brat”.

Y/N[12:49]: much better!! 😍 Changkyun[12:50am]: where’s mine? Y/N sent a photo

He tapped open the photo so he could view it in full screen, smiling serenely as he took in the sight of your tousled hair fanning out on the pillow under your head, you were wearing the shirt you stole from him to keep before he left for tour, and you had the cutest pucker on your lips, with your eyes sparkling with a happiness that he felt pierce his heart.

Changkyun[12:52am]: princess, you’re so gorgeous I can’t stop staring. Changkyun[12:52am]: look at your lips...god, I wish I could kiss you right now Changkyun[12:52am]: I’m really about to book a flight back home just for a kiss. I’m sure my hyungs will delay the concert a few days in order for me to get back Y/N[12:53am]: don’t be silly. does this help? Y/N sent a photo

Changkyun laughed when he opened the next photo to see your cute pucker right up close and personal to the camera, and he couldn’t resist sending a smooch to his screen.

Changkyun[12:54am]: don’t expect a stupid ass pic like that back from me Y/N[12:54am]: u kissed it didnt u Changkyun[12:55am]: ... maybe ... Y/N[12:55am]: lmao I love u 💗 Changkyun[12:55am]: I love you so much sweetness, I can’t wait to kiss your pretty lips for real Y/N[12:56am]: just a couple more weeks! :’) Changkyun[12:57am]: can I call you? Y/N[12:57am]: please, of course

He wanted to see you but for the moment, hearing your voice he hoped would soothe him a little bit. He knew you’d fuss if you saw how much he was yawning and the bags under his eyes. He should have come to the hotel and gone straight to sleep and normally, he knew you’d scold him about such things but Changkyun just missed you more than usual.

“Hi, honey.” You greeted him warmly and he sighed at the sound of your voice in his ear, even from his phone. He sank down onto the bed again, sprawling out on his back, and shut his eyes as he said hello back.

“You sound so sleepy.” You told him, and Changkyun laughed.

“I said one word, how do you know?”

“You should go to bed, honey.” You tell him gently, “I’ll call you in the morning, ok?”

“No, no, wait, wait, wait,” Changkyun said quickly, “I’ll get ready for bed with you on the phone, ok? Just talk to me a while, please.”

“Ok.” You chuckle and it’s like music to his ears as he stands up and begins kicking off his shoes. “How was the show tonight?”

As Changkyun gives you a brief highlight of the show, he finishes undressing and heads to the bathroom, putting the phone on the sink as he brushes his teeth. You find yourself copying his routine, following the familiar pattern that you pick up on when you’re together for long stretches of time. It gives you a thinly veiled sense of domestic stability, the only problem being the distance and length of time that you still had before you would be together again.

He realizes ahead of time that you’re about to be naked together, and what that could mean. You don’t really catch on, unable to see his face and the way arousal is causing his dick to swell.

“Are you drying off?” He asks you, reaching out for a towel and running it over his hair.

“Yeah.” You tell him, sliding your arms into your favorite plush robe and sitting down in front of the mirror, reaching for the hairbrush.

“Are you in that robe I got you for Christmas last year?” Changkyun asks you, a smirk forming on his lips because he can picture it so easily if he just shuts his eyes. You’ll have your legs crossed at the ankle and be brushing your hair, and you smell delicious, and your skin is so soft.

“Yes, I am.” You smile to yourself.

“Guess what I’m doing right now.” He tells you, and his voice is deep and whispery, laced with a roguishness that paints a clear image in your mind of exactly what it was he was doing.

“Are you doing my job?” You ask him with a playful pout.

Changkyun laughs, “Aw, princess. Are you jealous?”

“Yes.” You tell him, and truthfully you were, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched together and rubbed, throbbing in your core at the want, the need to simply turn around in your seat and take him into your hands the way you knew he was doing to himself right then.

“My hands don’t feel nearly as good as yours, baby.” Changkyun tells you sweetly, “Fuc-” He cuts off with a strangled moan, thrusting his hips forward into his tightly closed fist, “I wish it was your mouth instead.”

You lick your lips, shutting your eyes, listening closely. The sounds were maximized by the extra water covering his skin, and the slick pumping was very slow and deliberate. Your lips parted as you concentrate on the sound of Changkyun’s breath, and you slip your hand into the front of your robe, immediately seeking out your clit.

“What about my pussy?” You ask him.

“W-what about it?” He asks and you laugh.

“I bet you would want my pussy even more, right? Instead of your hand.” You encourage him, hoping that he’ll keep talking.

“Oh, fuck.” Changkyun groans, “Yeah...are you touching yourself?”

“Maybe.” You giggle.

“Tell me.”

“Yes, I’m touching myself.” You tell him quickly, “It makes me so wet to hear you touch yourself...the sounds you’re making. I’m rubbing my clit,” You bite your lip, stifling your nerves as heat floods to your cheeks, making you blush crimson at your own reflection across the bathroom counter. You turn, leaning against the counter, spreading your legs a little bit wider, and tell Changkyun, “I definitely wish it was your tongue instead.”

“But it feels good, right?” He asks you, licking his suddenly dry lips, shuffling forward and grabbing his phone in one hand, keeping a grip on his cock with the other, and he headed to go sit on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, it feels good.” You swallow thickly, “I can’t hear you anymore. Are you still doing it too?”

“Yes, princess. I paused to get a some lube. I miss your pretty pussy, and how wet it gets for me.” He resumes stroking himself then, and you smile when you’re able to match up your fingers sliding down and pumping into your hole in time with Changkyun’s fist around his cock.

“Can I show you?” You ask him, biting your lip at the suggestion.

“Show me how wet you are?” He asks, and you hum in confirmation and he groans, his cock throbbing at the thought of seeing your wet, pink flesh.

“Facetime me.” You tell him, “I want to see you, too.”

Changkyun grabs his phone from the side of the bed to turn on video sharing, his heart racing. It doesn’t take but a few seconds to connect and when it does, he’s rewarded with your flushed face, lips parted, staring with a cute wrinkle in your brow as you wait to see him. When his face shows up on your screen, smiling and sleepy eyed, your face spreads into a wide smile.

“Hi, handsome~”

“Hi, princess.”

“I have something I wanted to show you,” You say, biting your lip and teasing him a little, lifting your hand into frame and showing him the sticky wetness that was coated over your first two fingers. “Can you see?”

“Yes, baby, I can see. Show me more.” He groans, his voice gruff and yet still somehow sugary sweet in his commands. He holds his own phone back, giving you a good view from his hand stroking his cock to just below the eyes.

You give him a nice close up of his favorite things. You toy with your breasts, circling your nipples to let him watch them harden, his tongue practically reaching out to caress them through the phones as in stared.

“Don’t forget the other one.” He tells you when you start to move to your hips, so you pan back up with a giggle and toy with your opposite nipple, too, drawing some of the wetness from between your legs to circle the bud of your breast into a tight peak.

He rewards you for that by swiping his thumb over the head of his dick to collect the precum and then telling you, “Good girl.” before he sucks it off. You move on down, parting your legs and moving a little bit into better lighting, your free hand spreading your lower lips delicately.

“Fuck!” Changkyun gasps, stroking himself considerably faster and harder than he had been. “Fuck, look at you...so fucking juicy.”

“Do you see what you do to me baby?” You purr to him, rubbing your clit briefly before you plunge two fingers deep into your hole, matching the frantic pace with which he was jerking on his dick. “Keep doing it, just like that,” You pant, “Make me cum.”

Changkyun doesn’t stop, he stares with his jaw unhinged at his phone in his hand and strokes his cock fast and hard, squeezing it tight and thankful he added a liberal amount of lube. The visual in front of him helps with the illusion, and the way you were gasping and moaning openly for him as if he was there, fucking into you, and if it was really him that was about to make you cum, and not your own fingers.

“A-ahh!” He groans loud, a warning falling from his lips that’s barely coherent, and he bucks his hips up into his fist. He cries out your name, and then, “Cum with me, ok? Now. Now, now!”

The very first streak of white that paints up his tensed torso, his muscles flexing and his face scrunching up sends you flying over the edge right along with him. Your hips jerk forward and it explodes out of you, gushing a little bit over your fingers as your grind your clit into the heel of your hand.

Changkyun hasn’t had this sort of relief in far too many days, and by the end of it he’s covered his stomach and thighs and his hand all in streaks and small puddles of white. You tell him that if you were there, you’d lick it up for him with your tongue, and he groans, cock throbbing.

“Fuck, princess, what are you trying to do to me?” He groans.

“You started it.” You tell him with a giggle.

“Thanks for this, by the way. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Changkyun.” You tell him with a dreamy sigh, “I can’t wait until you come home.”

#mine #monsta x smut #changkyun smut #i.m smut

685 notes · View notes

ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 5 years

Text

Ko-Fi Prompt Fill - Boku No Hero Academia (EraserMic and Shinson)

Hey, everyone! I hope you're pumped up for some Erasermic that isn't Villainous Heroics or another of my ridiculously long projects! The winner of my Prompt Fill Goal Challenge over on my Ko-Fi requested:

Eraser/Mic pairing where one of them has escaped from some sort of illegal quirk experimentation facility. The other finds them and tries to help them to recover physically and mentally.

My initial idea is something that would easily and quickly become a 10-25k fic, so instead I went with another option that only ended up being 5.5k, which is an improvement for me! Hopefully they don’t mind the Shinson I threw in there!

Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic & Shinsou Hitoshi

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi

Rating: Teen

Summary: Shinsou Hitoshi has always been curious about how two people as different as Present Mic and Eraserhead became best friends and eventually married, but when he finally asks, he’s told a story about how Present Mic didn’t always used to exist, Yamada Hizashi was only Hizashi, and chance meetings have a way of working out.

AO3 Link!

⍣ I have a Patreon! NOW UPDATED!!⍣ ☪ I have a tip jar! Buy me a Ko-Fi!☪

Where Starlight and Sunshine Meet

“How did you and Sensei become friends?” Pausing from where he had been locked in combat against a plastic wrapper, Hizashi looked up to see Hitoshi was staring at him with what would have been a bored expression if not for the fact his eyes were bright and curious. It was a familiar look, but the fact he had asked a question to Hizashi had him fighting not to beam. “You two don’t seem like you’d be friends.”

Putting on a dramatic pout, Hizashi clutched his chest, “What are you talking about, herolet, me and Shouta are the closest of friends!” Hizashi patted at Shouta’s head, his husband asleep on the wooden floor they were all sitting on.

It had been a few months since the Sports Festival, and Shouta had firmly taken Shinsou Hitoshi under his wing and started training him so he could get into the hero course. Hitoshi was quiet and withdrawn, but Hizashi had slowly helped to bring out his curious nature, answering any question he had with as little a pause as possible. After all, Hizashi, of all people, knew what it was to have a dangerous quirk.

It was to the point where Hitoshi didn’t even bat an eye anymore when Hizashi crashed their training sessions with snacks and drinks, lecturing them on not overdoing it. Shouta usually used the chance to sleep while Hitoshi, like now, liked to ask questions about them and other heroes. He had put together pretty quickly that they were married, but, well, Hizashi supposed that one hadn’t been hard to put together.

“Yeah, but how? You’re bright and cheery and happy and he’s…” Hitoshi trailed off, looking to Shouta with a wrinkle of his nose. “Not.” It was harder than it should have been to not laugh.

“You’re right! I wasn’t always the bright and cheerful Present Mic you see before you, though!” At the skeptical look, Hizashi toned it back, letting himself smile more naturally, voice dropping to something a little less energetic than his hero persona. It was amusing, but Hitoshi always responded to Hizashi better than he did Present Mic. “I used to be a pretty depressing kid - even more than you two.”

Hitoshi chewed on his straw as if digesting the information given, finally shaking his head, “I have a hard time imaging that, Yamada-san.” Hizashi had half a mind to let the kid know he could call him Hizashi if he wanted, but it had taken a month-long fight just to get to Yamada. Small steps, he supposed. “You seemed plenty cheery when you met in the Hero course if Sensei’s stories are true.”

“I knew he told stories on me.” His dramatics earned a huff of a breath that was Hitoshi’s equivalent of a bright laugh. “Yeah, I was a pretty happy kid when we were both in high school, but… that’s not how we met- That’s not where we met.”

“Really?” Hitoshi perked up as if smelling the story that was there. Hizashi wondered if he should lead him away from the subject, but, well… it almost seemed like a story Hitoshi needed to hear. “How’d you meet?”

What a question… and of course Shouta would be asleep and leave him to deal with all of this alone. Thinking it over for a moment, Hizashi fiddled with the plastic wrapping around his snack, looking up at Hitoshi seriously. “It’s a dark story, Hitoshi. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Hitoshi looked to carefully think about it, sipping at one of those jelly pouches Shouta loved to carry on him before looking back up, gaze resolute. “I want to hear it. If you’ll tell me.”

“Alright, then.” Finally stating when he wanted something, huh? This kid had come so far. “It started when I was around fourteen.”

Stumbling over bleeding, torn feet and wayward gravel, Hizashi caught himself the edge of an alley wall, crumbling red brick digging into his palms as he panted harshly, trying to get enough air in his lungs. His throat was burning from the thin metal collar locked tight around his neck, suppressing his quirk as he coughed and bent double, all the air he had gathered leaving rapidly.

The sound of yelling voices from adults had Hizashi stumbling into the alleyway, breath hitching on a sob as he stumbled over broken metal and glass, trying to find a dark enough place to hide. He crouched down in a group of shadows beside a dumpster just as he heard people running past, Hizashi covering his mouth with his hands and shaking as the handcuffs around his wrists, chain snapped at the start of this all, rattled softly.

It was a tense few minutes before the sound of running footsteps and yelling voices started to fade, Hizashi not letting himself move an inch until he was sure they were gone. Shivering from the cold that swept over him and left him panting and clammy, Hizashi stumbled to his feet and slowly started to work his way back out onto the street. His body felt utterly exhausted and he wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere and sleep, but he couldn’t. He had to make sure-

“Are you alright?” Jumping at the voice, Hizashi stumbled back, sucking in a breath and trying to figure out which direction to run. When he saw a teenager who looked to be his age, Hizashi felt a bit of the tension leak out of him, but not all of it. This kid could be just as dangerous as any adult if he called the wrong people. “You’re bleeding.”

Hizashi didn’t – couldn’t – answer, only staring at the other and waiting for him to make a move or go away. The other… did neither. He kept staring at him in a steady, calm manner, as if he had all night to waste. When he made no move to grab him or get the attention of adults, Hizashi took a moment to study him. It had been a very long time since Hizashi had seen someone his own age, after all.

He was a bit shorter than Hizashi, but not by too much. He had long hair, too, but whereas Hizashi’s was a bright blond that tumbled down his back, tangled and dirty, this kid had hair that was as dark as the night sky, brushed and tucked away carefully in a bun at the back of his neck. He was bundled up for the chill in the air, a scarf and a coat wrapped around him in dull, neutral colors.

It was the eyes that caught Hizashi’s attention, though. This kid had gray colored eyes, but they were bright, in a way. They reminded Hizashi of the stars he’d tried to count when walking past windows on his way to and from his ‘room.’ Those eyes, bright and curious and tired all at once, stared at him evenly and steadily. There was no hesitation and no uncertainty and somehow, after so long of his life being nothing except that, the steady, unshakeable confidence this kid was giving off was more than he could have wished for.

“You’re bleeding.” The words were restated, blunt, but kind, in a way. “It’s supposed to rain again, tonight. You can come home with me, if you want. If you don’t, I can try to find some bandages and help you take care of your wounds.”

There was no mention of the police or parents or any sort of adult. Just this kid giving him two options - one which would help him without endangering him or forcing him to trust someone he just met.

Hizashi felt, with everything in him, that this was a choice that would change things drastically. So, with a moment or two of thought, and the weight of a decision on his shoulders, Hizashi gave the kid a smile. It was tired, and small, but it was the first smile he could remember giving in, well, ever, maybe.

The kid smiled back, something sharp and toothy that was made endearing with the kind eyes that went with it. “Alright, then. My name is Aizawa. Aizawa Shouta. It’s nice to meet you.”

Hizashi had been staying with Aizawa Shouta and his family for a week. To the Aizawas’ credit, they had taken one look at the bedraggled and bleeding child their son had dragged home and immediately started helping. A shower, clean clothes, and food had been in that order, followed by the removal of the handcuffs around his wrists.

It had been Shouta to notice the collar, frowning and then pushing and pushing until he managed to get the truth of what it was. The collar didn’t stay on long, but Hizashi refused to speak even after it was off. While he was happy - so happy - that the collar was off, he was too scared of the possibility of hurting this nice family to dare speak to them.

Maybe he should have tried, though, because now he was crawling out the bathroom window late at night with a bag filled with a few pieces of old, worn clothing and a couple of snacks he hoped they wouldn’t mind was missing.

Hizashi hated to leave as he had liked the family, but he had heard the parents talking about contacting child services and, well… At best he would end up bounced around foster homes or be put in a group home or facility. At worst, though, he would end up right back where he had just escaped from.

There was no family for him to return to, after all. He had no name except Hizashi and no home or family except the caretakers he had run from. Leaving now, when he was able and healthy enough, was the best he could manage.

What he didn’t expect, and could have never expected, was the determination of Aizawa Shouta.

Hizashi had pushed himself to run for almost half an hour before ducking into an alleyway and, when he finally caught his breath and looked behind him, it was to the sight of a ragged Aizawa looking sweaty, upset, and like he had been in the middle of getting ready for bed. Hizashi had thought he was hallucinating until he felt the mild slap to his chest.

“Idiot. You can’t just run off like that - we just bandaged your feet and you’ve already wrecked them again where you didn’t even think to steal a pair of shoes!” Aizawa scolded him, Hizashi not sure if he should feel amused or deeply concerned that Aizawa had managed to keep pace with him for so long. “Do you even know how to wear shoes.”

Of course he did, he just hadn’t had a chance for the last five or six years. Aizawa didn’t expect an answer, at least, huffing and shaking his head as he poked at Hizashi’s chest, “Listen, I don’t care if you want to leave, but the least you can do is tell us instead of sneaking out the bathroom window.”

Hearing the sound of approaching voices, Aizawa tensed up and seemed to realize they had run towards a seedy looking distract. Letting the teen look behind them to see if anything was coming, Hizashi took the chance to back away, slipping around the corner and getting ready to run as he heard Aizawa’s voice, “Hey-!”

“Hey! What are you doing in our alley!” The sound of older voices had Hizashi flinching and pressing himself against the wall, tucked out of sight as he slowly realized the voices weren’t talking to him, but… “What the hell, did you get kicked out of your house or something?”

“None of your business.” Aizawa’s tone was short and sharp, Hizashi biting his lip and looking around. The street was clear and he could make a run for it easy. He could get out and never be seen again. “Get out of my way.”

“Hey, hey, this is our alleyway. Thought we made that pretty clear to everyone around here.” The voice was older and darker, Hizashi swallowing as he at least peeked around to see if Aizawa would be okay. He was surrounded by three men who looked to be anywhere from seventeen to twenty. His escape was blocked off at either end and Aizawa, blank faced and calm, had a look in his eyes that screamed fear.

“Looks like I didn’t get the message,” Aizawa drawled, stepping forward and meeting the older man’s challenge. “I’ll be sure to remember in the future.”

“Yeah, you will, runt.”

What happened in the next few seconds blurred together into one seamless stream. The man raised his fist and pulled it back. Aizawa turned to face him head on and his hair floated up. The man looked terrified and then he looked angry. He screamed for them to attack. Hizashi had thrown his bag to get their attention on him. Hizashi spoke.

“Cover your ears, Aizawa.” Just as he knew he would, Aizawa dropped down to the ground and covered his ears without question or pause. Hizashi didn’t waste the moment, sucking in a breath, letting his quirk run wild, and screaming.

Hizashi saw the men all collapse, blood starting to run from their ears as they lost all tension in their bodies one by one, but Hizashi didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His quirk had been building and building and building and it wouldn’t stop-

Silence.

Hizashi thought he had destroyed his hearing for good finally, but the ringing in his ears faded and instead he heard sounds start to filter back in. The distant honking of cars, people laughing and screaming from what seemed to be another world away, sirens not too far away, summer cicadas making themselves known, and a million other little things.

What stood out above it all, however, was Aizawa Shouta staring at him with bright red eyes and hair that seemed to no longer follow gravity. Hizashi didn’t have to be all that smart to realize what had happened and what Aizawa’s quirk was.

“That’s why you never said anything. You can’t control your quirk.” He didn’t blink, continuing to stare at him even as he stumbled to his feet and caught himself on the wall. “That’s okay. I think I can help with that, at least.”

Aizawa blinked and his gray eyes were back, hair falling down around him in messy curls and waves. The teen took a steady breath, rubbing at his eyes that looked more bloodshot than before. “What’s your name? And don’t worry. If you lose control again, I’ll stop you. You won’t hurt anyone.”

Hizashi stayed quiet before swallowing and breathing in a ragged, unsteady breath, an exhale carrying out his name. “Hizashi.” His voice was bright and strong and clear even after so long without talking. “My name is Hizashi.” He had no last name to give, but Aizawa didn’t seem to mind, giving that sharp, wide smile of his that looked like victory.

“Nice to meet you, Hizashi. You can just call me Shouta.” For the first time in a very long time, Hizashi laughed until he cried, smile never falling from his face.

“Why did I let you talk me into this?” Shouta’s groan was loud and unnecessarily dramatic, Hizashi making a few gestures with his hands that earned him more groaning. “You don’t have to remind me it was my idea.”

It had been four months since Hizashi had begun to live with the Aizawa family and while he had managed to warm up to Shouta’s parents, it was Shouta that had become his best friend. In four months they had learned sign language, enrolled Hizashi into Shouta’s school, and had decided what they wanted their futures to be. Hizashi hadn’t been the only one who wanted to be a hero.

‘We’re going to need all the extra muscle we can get if we want to get into U.A. We’re already at a disadvantage with our quirks.’ Hizashi signed out the words easily and fluidly, Shouta taking a minute or two to struggle through before nodding.

“Yeah. My quirk doesn’t offer me any physical strength and if an opponent can stop you from screaming, then you’re as good as out.” Shouta pushed himself up from where he had collapsed on the beach they were practicing their running and sprinting on. “I still don’t know how you became fluent in JSL so quickly - and your English grades are still better than mine.”

Hizashi offered a shrug as an answer, falling back to lay on the sand himself. Fall was well and truly on its way, but there were still a few warm days left like the one they found themselves on. The sand was hot against their overheated skin, but Hizashi felt no desire to move as a peaceful silence settled between them.

It was Shouta who finally broke the silence, voice almost whisper soft, “I’m glad you’re my friend.” It was a sentiment that had been shared both with and without words for months, now, but it was this moment that made Hizashi realize he had a friend. He had a real honest-to-God friend who wanted to help him.

Shouta didn’t just take him in, he helped give Hizashi the power to stop being so afraid of his quirk. He had encouraged him that he could be a hero. Shouta had given Hizashi everything, and Hizashi hadn’t done much to pay him back. Somehow, with those whispered words from a friend, Hizashi found his voice.

“I was eight.” Hizashi could tell his voice startled Shouta, but he didn’t interrupt. Instead, Hizashi felt fingers wrap around the edge of his shirt, giving a tug as if telling him to continue. It was the least Hizashi could do after everything that had been done for him. “It’s a pretty long story, but I was adopted by some… caretakers.”

Hizashi didn’t have it within him to tell the whole story, not yet, but he could start with the basics, at least. That was enough for now, wasn’t it? “My caretakers were part of an illegal quirk experimentation center. They would take villains, prison inmates, and kids without homes and test their quirks.” He felt his shirt tugged, as if Shouta had tightened his grip.

Rolling over onto his side and sinking down into the sand, Hizashi looked at where Shouta was staring at him. His face was blank as always, but his eyes were wide and sad and, in a way, knowing. Hizashi supposed there weren’t many places he could get a collar like the one he had on when they met.

“They studied quirks. I don’t know what they do with the research, but it wasn’t good, Shouta.” Hizashi reached a hand out, slowly and hesitantly, and brushed his thumb under one of Shouta’s eyes. “They would have loved your quirk. They didn’t have a quirk like that, but one of them had a forced activation quirk. By looking at you she could make you activate your quirk and you couldn’t stop it. There was no way to stop it-”

“Hizashi.” His name was barely a whisper, but Hizashi saw the reprieve for what it was. He didn’t have to talk about it - not all of it. Not right now.

Taking a steady breath, Hizashi closed his eyes for a few moments before looking back to Shouta. “That night you found me was the night I escaped. Something big was happening and they didn’t lock the door. I ran.”

There was a stretch of silence before Hizashi was startling as arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. Pausing for only a moment, Hizashi wrapped his own arms around Shouta as tight as possible, hands gripping at the other’s shirt. In the months he had been getting better, he found he really liked hugs and kind physical contact.

“‘Zashi.” The little nickname never failed to get Hizashi to grin, and Shouta seemed to know it as the arms around Hizashi got just a touch tighter. “I have something important to tell you, but I’m not going to tell you until we’re both in the hero course.”

“Aw, what? That’s so long,” Hizashi whined, delighting in the laugh he got from Shouta. It was ridiculous, he supposed, two teenagers hugging in the sand on a deserted beach with more stars in the sky than sunlight, but the moment felt right. Sunshine meeting starlight felt so right. “Fine. I won’t complain, but you have to make me a promise, first.”

Shouta pulled back enough to look him in the eye, mock suspicious as he squinted and asked, “What’s the promise?”

“You have to promise that we’re always going to be friends.” It was an imposing promise, and Hizashi half-regretted the words as soon as they were out, but he didn’t have long to regret them.

Shouta, with hardly a pause, shifted and pushed at him until they both had their pinkies wrapped around each other. It was such a childish gesture, but it was enough to make Hizashi start crying when Shouta looked up at him with a wide, bright smile, eyes near shining. “It’s a promise.” Hizashi didn’t doubt him.

Hizashi sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath, trying to figure out how it had all gone so wrong. Things had been going fine. They had trained and studied and then had done so well in the written portions of their U.A. exams and then they were given the physical. It had been robots - robots.

With a quirk loud enough to topple buildings Hizashi had been fine, but Shouta? He couldn’t fight against metal. His quirk was great against people, but there was no way to use it against metal. There was no way to get enough points to get into the Hero course, not with a test like that - never with a test like that. If they hadn’t been separated then maybe Hizashi could have teamed up with him and helped, but as it was there was nothing he could do.

The results of the exams came the same day child services did. Hizashi didn’t even know if he made it into the school he had been dreaming of or not. He had seen people in suits and with perfect smiles and he had run. Trusting adults was what got him into his last mess. Being in that system was what had almost broken him.

He locked the bathroom door, crawled out the window, and started running. He had taken every alternate route he could think of, but he could only hear the sounds of adults in white lab coats chasing him and the sound of yelling for him to come back and it just kept getting louder and louder and even with his quirk he was gasping for breath.

Hizashi stumbled and crashed down into an alleyway, sobs erupting out of him that were quirk strong and enough to rattle the brick walls, small rocks and pebbles crashing down as he tried to get a hold of himself. Nothing was working, his sobs weren’t stopping, and he was just getting louder and his ears were ringing-

Silence.

There was no sound except ringing ears and then there was the sound of distant cars, people a world away, and quiet gasping for breath. “You always crawl out the bathroom window. We have a door, you know.”

Shouta was at the entrance to the alleyway Hizashi had collapsed in, leaned against the wall and clutching at his side as if he had run too far too fast. His eyes were bright red, and his hair was floating up. A blink and those starlit eyes were back, Shouta walking over to him before carefully sitting down in front of him.

“It’s okay.” Two words. Two words and they brought back Hizashi’s sobs, Shouta not even putting up an effort of a fight as they hugged each other tightly, Hizashi shivering as he felt a hand rubbing at his back. “It’s okay, ‘Zashi. We’re okay.”

Hizashi wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, but his legs were asleep by the time he pulled back, and no doubt his eyes were as red and bloodshot as Shouta’s usually were. Shouta was looking just as tired, but he gave him a small smile and a quiet, “Better?”

“You didn’t get in, did you?” The wince said it all, but Hizashi wasn’t the type to give up. If he was, he wouldn’t be here. “We’re going to be heroes, Sho.”

“Hizashi, I didn’t get in. I can’t-” Shouta stopped himself as Hizashi wrapped their pinkies around each other, giving Shouta a wobbling smile.

“We’re going to be heroes and help kids like us.” They would help the kids who were broken and beaten and looked down on or used for their ‘destructive’ or ‘villainous’ quirks. He knew it. “I promise.”

Shouta didn’t cry often. He had a hard time where his eyes were always so dry, but this time, for maybe the first time, Hizashi saw tears well up in Shouta’s eyes before he gave a grin, wild and sharp and eager as he laughed out a bright, “It’s a promise, then.”

“And, as well, another teamwork inspired win by Yamada Hizashi from 1-A and Aizawa Shouta from 1-C! It looks like we might have a new hero duo on the field!” The announcer’s words echoed across the field among screaming and cheering adults, Hizashi bent over and trying to catch his breath as he and Shouta managed to advance to the next round of the Sports Festival.

In the few months since his acceptance into U.A. Hizashi had thrived, meeting other hero hopefuls, making friends, being adopted by two amazing women and getting a last name, and helping teach Shouta everything he learned in his hero classes. The Sports Festival was the best chance they had to prove Shouta was as good a hero as anyone here.

“This is too exhausting.” The field was being cleaned after the latest test where everyone had to get at least three scarves to pass into the next round, the trick being that everyone started with one. Quirks had gone wild and the fighting had been rough, but Shouta and Hizashi had managed to get by with three scarves each, now collapsed on the ground with one of the recovery heroes on duty passing out waters and snacks to everyone. “I should have just started a revolt.”

“A revolt may have been less work,” Hizashi laughed, sitting down next to Shouta, who was on his back with his eyes closed and looking exhausted. “We have one more round left. Think you can keep going?”

Shouta cracked an eye open, a smirk tugging at his lips, “You say that like I don’t routinely kick your ass in our own training every day.”

“Hey-”

“Alright, everybody, our next event is ready to go!” Pouting at being cut off, Hizashi cheered up a little at Shouta’s quiet laugh. “It’s a one-on-one fight to the end with these heroes-to-be fighting it out to see who stands on top!

Shouta sat up and leaned against Hizashi’s side, the two of them looking to the board along with the other students still collapsed on the ground. Matches appeared across the board, Hizashi scanning all the names and those who were fighting and slowly grinning at seeing how it would all play out.

There was quiet, eager laugh beside him as Shouta saw and understood the same. “Looks like I’ll be seeing you in the last round, ‘Zashi.”

“You better.” Twenty students left to compete. Shouta was at one end of the board and Hizashi was at the other. They had nothing to lose and everything to show.

“Our first match: Yamada Hizashi and Iida Tensei, step on up to the arena!”

A brutal couple of hours passed before Hizashi was staring across the arena at Shouta. Both of them were running on their last dregs of energy, unable to fully catch their breath and, as well, were bandaged in more places than they ever had been. Shouta’s grin was as wide as his own, though.

“Our last round and it’s the hero duo that stood out so brightly in the beginning. It’s friend against friend with Yamada Hizashi vs Aizawa Shouta. This is it, everyone! The final match to decide it all!”

“Are you two ready?” The pro hero officiating looked between them, the two of them nodding and looking back to each other. “Then… Begin!”

Neither one of them moved. Hizashi had nothing to prove, but Shouta had everything to prove here. If he failed here, then- “‘Zashi.” Shouta’s voice caught his attention, Hizashi focusing to see Shouta was giving him an exasperated smile. “No holding back, right?”

If he failed, then they would find another way. “Right.” A second passed, Hizashi sucked in a deep breath, Shouta ran forward, and it began.

Hizashi would never know how long the fight went on, all his attention focused on keeping up with Shouta and doing his best to knock him out of the ring. They had been fighting together and against each other for months, though, and Shouta knew Hizashi’s moves as well as Hizashi knew his own. It came down to stamina, in the end, and while Hizashi was good at running, Shouta had always managed to catch up to him.

A dizzying twist of the world as he was thrown over Shouta’s shoulder and Hizashi’s back hit the ground, a worrying crack making the air rush out of him as he groaned and hazily blinked up at the sky. There was the sound of massive cheering on every side of him and the first stars of the night were beginning to peak out from behind blue-tinted skies.

There was a ringing in his ear that started to settle, Hizashi catching the tail end of some announcement or other before Shouta’s face appeared over him. He looked as exhausted as Hizashi felt.

Thinking over what had just happened - tossed, down on the ground, cheering, announcement - Hizashi squinted his eyes and muttered a hoarse, “I think I lost.”

Shouta’s laugh broke through everything else and, for the first time in what may have been his entire life, the world made sense.

“And that, herolet, is how Shouta and I gained a true friendship that has lasted throughout all these years!” Hizashi finished with a flourish, trying not to laugh as he saw how Hitoshi startled, as if realizing he had been leaning forward throughout the story and hanging on to each and every word.

“Wait- What was it that he had to tell you? You said he made a promise to tell you something when you were both in the hero course!” Hitoshi was acting like a child who had been cheated out of the ending of a story and Hizashi had to fight to not laugh or cry at how he had opened up so much since they had first met. “You can’t just end it there! That’s bad storytelling!”

Alright, that did have Hizashi laughing, “Ah, what sharp ears you have, little listener!” Hitoshi made a face at him and Hizashi laughed again. “Well, you see-”

“Are you telling him dumb stories?” At Shouta’s voice, the two looked over to see the man had woken up and was looking at them with tired, squinting eyes. Hizashi could easily see the amusement and delight shining out of them. “Don’t listen to a word he says. He exaggerates everything.”

“That’s the point of a good story, Starlight!” Just as he expected, Shouta flushed, Hitoshi choked on a laugh, and Hizashi had sealed his fate of being attacked when he least expected in. “Don’t worry, Hitoshi, he gets back at me by calling me Sunshine-”

“Stop telling him dumb things!” Shouta snapped, still flushed as he sat himself up while Hitoshi was struggling with his laughter.

“No, no, please keep telling me dumb things,” the teen managed to struggle out, laughing again when Shouta ‘glared’ at him.

“Listen here, you brat.”

As the two ‘fought’ and ‘argued,’ Hizashi watched them fondly, memories settling in place after telling a story he hadn’t told in a long time. This was a story he hadn’t exaggerated and never could – there was no way to make it better, after all. He would have to tell Hitoshi the rest of the story some time, maybe when they managed to approach him about summer break and the possibility of another foster home.

Hitoshi would love knowing that the day Shouta had transferred into the Hero course was the day he had confessed his feelings to Hizashi about how he was in love with him. And, if Hitoshi didn’t mind the cliché ending of it all, Hizashi might end it by telling him that was also the day that he never again felt afraid of his quirk.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #erasermic #aizawa shouta #present mic #shinsou hitoshi #my writing #prompt fill #my ko-fi

23 notes · View notes

mandaating · 5 years

Text

New Beginnings

written by @yeetyoteyoudabomb

steve rogers x reader

summary: reader is jilted, steve gets a second chance. you gotta read my dood lol.

characters: you, steve, tony, ex-fiance, Natasha, Wanda

word count: 1,971

notes: this is my first time doing anything like this!!!!!!! go easy on me, i had fun writing this tho and i hope u enjoy!!!!!!!

requests are open lol

I crumpled to the floor, right there in the middle of the common room. My hand was shaking, shaking so hard that my phone dropped to the ground. Tony looked over at the commotion, and suddenly, he was by my side.

“(Y/N)!” He wrapped me in a hug, trying to make me look at him and not the floor in front of me. I didn’t want to look at him, in fear that I would start to scream and cry and sob. “Come on, what’s the matter? Look at me. FRIDAY, do a scan.” He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. His brown eyes were concerned, eyebrows pulled low.

“Seratonin and oxytocin levels are quite low, sir. Otherwise, Ms. (Y/L) is fine.” FRIDAY announced, and Tony visibly relaxed. My vision blurred, and I felt tears streaking down my cheeks.

“You have to tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you and I feel terrible just watching you cry.” He whispered, pulling me into a tight hug. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I said it outloud for the first time.

“Max broke off our engagement, said that he found someone else.” All of that fighting against my sobs was no use. My body shook violently, and Tony just held me. He took a breath in to talk, but I involuntarily snorted. I pulled back a little bit, and Tony looked like he was trying very very hard not to laugh. Seeing his face set in such a serious expression made me laugh, and soon enough we were just laying on the floor laughing our asses off. Every time we made eye contact, it just made us laugh even harder. Right when it seemed like the giggles were leaving our systems, Steve walked in, and his expression of ultra confusion made us laugh even harder.

“Oh my God, Steve!” I clung to Tony and just pointed at poor Steve, who looked extremely concerned now. He walked over and knelt down so he was on our level.

“Are you okay?” His sincere words wiped the smile off of my face. I felt the tears on my cheeks again, and everything came crashing back down again. Tony recognized this, and he just looked at me with sad, sad eyes.

“Not really.” I stated, and my phone dinged. Another text. Probably containing more bad news. I picked it up, the newly cracked screen symbolizing exactly how I felt in that moment.

Can I have my ring back? It was expensive.

I felt tears prickling the back of my eyes, threatening to spill over. The diamond ring that so prettily decorated my finger meant nothing and was to be returned. Tony and Steve wrapped me in another hug. After a little bit, Tony pulled back and left me in Cap’s embrace. He gently pried the phone from my hands, and his scoff sent me into a fit of louder sobs. It got to the point where I couldn’t stand anymore, and Steve just scooped me up and brought me to my room.

“Do you want me to go, or - ” I pulled him down next to me and wrapped my arms around him. I felt him stiffen underneath my touch, but then soften.

“Please stay.” I begged, tears leaking out of my eyes. Who knew one could cry this much? He held me, and kissed my hair.

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to, doll.”

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

“How about this one? It’s sexy. All eyes on you.” Natasha shook the dress in front of me, and I cringed. It was red, backless, strapless, and dignity-less. We were having a party in honor of my becoming an official Avenger.

“I guess.” I shrugged, and Natasha tossed it at me. Before I could catch it though, it was encased in a red light and flung back at her. Wanda shoved a white, off the shoulder, curve-hugging dress at me instead.

“This one is more understated, but still sexy.” She argued, and Natasha waved her off.

“Back and no straps is the sexiest don’t even at me. And plus, (Y/N) has red pumps but not white ones.” Natasha raised an eyebrow at Wanda. She sighed. Wanda searched through my closet again, and fished out a dipped blue sundress, with a nipped in waist. Her face lit up, and she looked at me.

“We all know Steve would like her in this!” I blushed, and rushed forward to slap her.

“Wanda, shut up! You’re so loud!” They just giggled. It was a well-known fact among everyone in the team that after my breakup with Max, I had started to develop feelings for the super soldier. We spent our evenings together, trained together, teased each other, and commonly pranked each other. I snickered just thinking about the most recent prank, where I put red hair dye in his conditioner just to prove that he did use it. He had been vehemently denying that fact until I had -

“He clearly likes you back so it doesn’t even matter who hears.” I blushed, realizing that I had already started to daydream about him. Natasha said matter-of-factly, already digging through my shoes to see which ones matched the best. She turned around, waving a pair of blue ballerina flats around with flourish. Wanda nodded.

“He’s always talking about you.” She smiled, and I pulled the blue sundress over my head. I looked at them, not believing a word they said.

“It’s true, it seems like I am you based off of all of the things I know because of Steve.” Nat rolled her eyes. My heart was pounding. No, it wasn’t true. Think about the last time you fell in love. It wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.

“(Y/N), just because that douchebag Max jilted you doesn’t mean that you can’t try again with Steve. He’d never do that to you.” Wanda put her hand on mine.

“He’s too nice. If anything, you’d be the one to break his heart, not the other way around.” Nat rolled her eyes. “Now quit sitting around waiting for him to make a move. Let’s get downstairs.” We laughed. I laced up my Chucks and headed out the door side by side with Wanda and Nat.

The second we stepped into the party, it felt like everyone’s eyes were on us. The only person I could look at though was Steve. He looked stunning, which wasn’t fair, seeing that he was just wearing a blue plaid shirt and khakis. His hair was still slightly red from the hair dye, and I giggled just thinking about it. But before I could take my place by his side, Tony pulled me to him and shoved a shot into my hands.

“Congratulatory shots!” He tipped his into his mouth, and I followed suit. How could a party thrown by a Stark be anything other than fun and full of drinks? Steve caught my eye and winked. I made a silent promise with my wide smile to see him later.

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

Finishing my second drink of the night, I excused myself from the party and went out to the nearest balcony. It was getting way too hot in there. Tony must have turned up the heat or something, because my body really couldn’t handle it. As a way to cool down, I gathered some water out of the air using my powers, and played around with the sphere that formed. The night was particularly quiet. Yes, New York was the city that never sleeps, but there wasn’t as many sirens as there were normally. Meant no work for us. Although, sometimes, I wished that -

“Needed some quiet as well?” I whipped around and flung the water in my hands at the speaker. Poor Steve stood there, water drenching his head and shoulders, a light smile dusting his lips. I laughed at his expression.

“I’m so sorry!” I touched some of the water droplets on his face, willing them to become gas once again. He just smiled and batted my hands away, leaning against the railing. Turning towards me, he smirked. Goddammit, quit being so...I don’t know, pure? Hot? A wave of affection and love washed over me, filling me with warmness.

“I was actually looking forward to talking to you, but I can see the feeling isn’t exactly mutual.” He teased, and I slapped him.

“Well when you sneak up on me like that - ” He turned and pretended to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Steve I was just kidding.” We smiled at each other, and suddenly realized together that I was still holding his bicep. Flustered, I let go and turned towards the streets below us, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how deeply I was blushing. It was silent for a couple of minutes.

“I know it’s a jerk move to bring up Max, but I just wanted to say that maybe it was for the better.” When I turned around to glare at him, he panicked and quickly backtracked. “(Y/N), I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it in a way that it gave me a chance with you again.” He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. I just stared. A chance with me again? A chance? Oh, Steve. I wrapped my hands around his neck, forcing him to face me. He immediately pulled me closer to him, and I smiled. It was like an instinct. “I - (Y/N) - ”

I shushed him with a kiss. There was no hesitation when he started to kiss back, nothing unnatural about it. It was as if his lips were molded to fit against mine. These weren’t like the kisses that Max and I shared, not at all. Steve’s were patient, sweet, hopeful, everything I wished I had with Max. His tongue made its way into my mouth, and I let him. He pulled me closer, somehow, and I clung to him like I needed him to live.

“Finally! Damn, I thought I was going to have to lock you guys in a closet together!” Tony’s voice cut us apart quicker than he had appeared. When I looked over, he stood at the doorway, a confident smirk decorating his face. Steve groaned and pulled himself away from me, just a little bit more.

“Tony, can you mind your own business?” I was still somewhat breathless from our kiss, and all I could do was look back and forth between the two men. Tony noticed how flushed I was, and backed off. But not before snarking to the both of us, which deserved an eye roll.

“If you don’t take her to bed tonight I will!” And the doors slammed, ending our precious time with the great Tony Stark. The man tired me sometimes. I turned back to Steve, and his cheeks were bright red. Cupping his face, he turned to look at me, and I almost laughed at his expression.

“Steve, it’s alright. We’ll start with dinner tomorrow, take things slow.” He smiled, and kissed me again. I could get used to all of this kissing. He pulled away and looked me in the eye, his expression almost making me tear up. There was so much pure love and affection that I felt like the most special girl in the entire world. He smiled at me, a hopeful smile.

“Whatever you say. You’re the captain between us.” And I kissed him again, because for as long as we were together, I was going to look back on this night like it was the most perfect night ever. Which it was. How could anything not be perfect when Steve, the man of everyone’s dreams, was kissing me breathless, promising the start of a beautiful relationship?

#steve rogers #steve x reader #captain america #avengers #tony stark #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #x reader #avengers infinity war #avengers age of ultron #captain america x reader #iron man #captain america the first avenger #captain america the winter soldier #captain america civil war

9 notes · View notes

tiaramaki · 6 years

Text

About the hospital visit

I know it’s been over three months since the prayer request post. I have a feeling some of you were wondering what happened, so I felt it was fair to do a final update on that on its own post so you could get some closure, especially now that I feel ready to share.

I apologize that it’ll be lengthy and oversharing. I’ve kept it under the cut so it won’t clog up the dash.

That day was very hot, humid, and miserable. There wasn’t a ride to work, so I had to walk. Keep in mind, I didn’t have much water that day.

About two hours into my shift at work, I became incredibly hot, moreso than I did a few days before. I tried to get some water to drink, and I almost passed out. I was lightheaded, sweating excessively, weak, pale, had cold/clammy skin (I think due to said sweating), and it still wasn’t good even though I had this happen a few times before in the past. At least I knew what to do.

One coworker got water, another called 911. It was really embarrassing for me since I had to take off a couple things (I was still clothed tho) to make my body cool off. Patrons went around me, a few of them who knew me and were regulars. I just felt bad that I was causing a scene at my workplace, out of anywhere I could be. The paramedics soon came by and brought me to the hospital in the ambulance. It was a short ride.

After the usual vital checks, I got some more water. Then I started to feel better, so I figured this would just all be a case of dehydration. A big waste of everyone’s time.

Then I waited in the ER rooms. It was a lot of waiting, but eventually the doctor came by to do more tests. One of them was for blood sugar, because according to my mom, Type 2 runs in the family. Something to note: I haven’t done this ever since pediatrics. The way they tested it was very awful: they used this sort of thing that I somehow remember as a ballpoint pen-like needle, and they pricked the middle of my finger--it hurt a lot, for hours. It made me not want to test for over a decade.

So they got the numbers. My blood glucose was at 343 mg/dL, and my A1-C at 12%. For those who don’t know, a good range is about 80-130 mg/dL with A1-C under 7%.

So with those, I received the lovely diagnosis of Type 2 Diabetes.

And that was also when I found the concrete answer of “How did I lose this much weight, since everyone at school/work is pointing it out to me?” instead of “oh, you know, stress and not eating much during the semester :)”. Although it’s funny in a sad way: when I told God I wanted to lose weight, this was just about the last kind of way I wanted to have it go about.

Hours were spent in another room as they had insulin and saline pumped into me. I had a dying phone and a very short visit from my brother and his girlfriend, so I was mostly alone, especially physically. My self-hatred was showing up really bad here, since I thought there was something I could do to prevent it (I later would find that it might not have been preventable, anyway, back in the pediatrics). A late family friend who had Type 2 was at the point where she needed dialysis and had an awful end related to her condition, and a coworker with Type 1 had a stroke and is still out of work. I was absolutely afraid. My mind had thought of this as a death sentence.

I had a doctor’s appointment the next day to start this whole new life. And let me tell you all, a month before a college semester starts, when you’re trying to save up on money buying groceries that you no longer can eat, it hecking bites. Drastic change to my diet, prescriptions, more doctor visits than I wanted, daily needle pokey-poke tests--it was a rough start for this new life.

I might be doing a lot better now, and I’ve been told by many that it can be reversible, but it’s still been tough. I was not only one who was big with using food for comfort, but I also would eat a lot more than I do now. I also have to limit what things I eat--this Thanksgiving, I had to pass on many things I would’ve been happy to have the year before.

This isn’t nearly at the level of challenges Type 1s have, but when I thought I was lucky to not get Type 2 (my brother and mother weren’t diagnosed with it despite genetics), this was a hard blow on me. At the very least, I know a bit better about this disease, and a bit more about myself.

Thank you guys so much who prayed for me. I’ll keep on praying that either I’ll be able to manage this and have a smoother road, or it’ll turn out to be reversed for me.

#prayer request update #updates #health and medicine #diabetes #type 2 diabetes #unearthed drafts

12 notes · View notes

aggressivetapdancing · 7 years

Text

Race having a crush on you HC’s

requested by: Anon

Hope you enjoy!

•••

- Alrighty let’s get this started

- So you’d be a newsie obvi

- And on your first day on the job, Jack makes Race your selling partner

- All the boys would be like: “Ooooo he’s gonna get it.” And they’d all tease him and tell him to woo you and shit

- And Race would just approach you and all the guys would think he’d make some flirty comment

- Bc Race is kinda known for being a HUGE FLIRT at times

- But he doesn’t flirt with you to your surprise

- he’s just super flustered

- SMITTEN ASF

- And you’d be equally as flustered bc

- DAMN

- You’d think to yourself: he has such pretty eyes and his hair looks so soft and- AH Y/N NO ITS YOUR FIRST DAY HERE JUST SELL PAPES

- Anywaaays - You and Race would go and sell papes - And you’d kinda be bad at it lol - So Race would be all like: “Oh, here I’ll help you out.” - And he’d just be rlly helpful and shit - And you’re totally oblivious and you’d just think He’s tryna be nice - And after a week of selling, he’s officially your permanent selling partner - You both loved that since you both had developed a teensy crush on each other - Neither of you knew tho - CUZ YOURE BOTH OBLIVIOUS ASF - The guys would all tease him bc they all just kinda knew - Race would try to hide his feelings from you but - THE GUYS KNEW IT WAS SO OBVIOUS - For example: - Romeo would be all like: “Hey Race, what do you think of Y/N?” - Races face would go extremely red - “I-uh- I think she’s great! - “Just Great?” - “Uh- Yup. Very great. The greatest.” - “You- You don’t like her or anything right?” - Races face would go even redder - “No! Course not! We’s just friends! Why would you think that!” - The rest of the guys would be eavesdropping on the conversation - Romeo would just nod - “Alright, well if you’re not gonna ask her/him out, then I will.” - Race would then bounce up from where he was sitting and start yelling at poor Romeo - “NO! DONT! DONT ASK HER OUT!” - “W-what why?!” - “B-because- uh- I- um. She- she ain’t interested in you.” - “And how do you know that?” - “She-uh-told me- Yeah. She told me.”

- Romeo would just roll his eyes - “Alright then.” - MEANWHILE - It was a Saturday and you got a day off from selling papers - You were at a café with your new friend Katherine, who Jack recently introduced you to - And you were talking to each other about a bunch of random things until Race was suddenly the topic - “I’ve seen you with Race before. Don’t you sell papers with him?” - “Oh- yeah. He’s my selling partner.” - “Are you two a thing?????” - “What! No!” - Katherine just smirks - And then somehow she manages to get you to spill all your feelings for Race - She convinces you to wear one of her dresses the next day and you reluctantly say yes - TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY - The morning bell just rung and all the guys were getting their papes from Weasel - And then you show up - And WOWOWOW - EVERYONES JAW DROPS - especially Race’s - All the guys would just look at you and then look at race and they’d all smirk - From that moment race knew he was whipped like damnnn - SELLING PAPES WAS SO HARD FOR HIM SINCE HE’D JUST BE STARING AT YOU THE WHOLE TIME

- For example: - “Race? You’ve sold like 2 of your papers... is everything okay?” - “Oh- um- yeah. Uh huh.” - “Oh- okay.” - You knew he was staring but you didn’t know he was staring at you - So you thought it was some other girl on the street - Later that day, you go over to Katherine’s place and then tell her how the dress didn’t get Race’s attention - So Katherine gives you a different idea: - Make him jealous - SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN FOLKS - The next day you decided to do exactly what Kath told you to do - It’s just an ordinary day and you’re selling papes - And this man, around your age just walks past and Race calls out a headline - The man comes towards you guys and Race tries to sell him the paper - But the man is kinda stubborn Sooo - You start to like play with the man’s tie and shit and be all flirty and seductive - And out of the corner of your eye you can see race’s jaw clench and he tightens his first - The man eventually buys the paper to your success - And you continue to flirt with other guys the whole day - Race is super super jealous but then he’s low key kinda sad bc - You were literally everything to him - And now he feels like he’s not good enough - And that made him angry and sad and confused - So at the end of the day, while you two were walking back he stops in his tracks and you do the same

- “Y/N?” - “Everything alright Race?” - And then he’d just shake his head no and start straight off rambling about how much you meant to him and how he really really really liked you and you’re heart just kinda exploded at this point bc - HE LIKES YOU - and he’s halfway into his rambling rant and you just kiss him - Which stops him immediately - “W-what? Why- I- but-“ - He’s all breathless and his face is pink and he’s giving you this cute small shy kinda smile - And you’d just laugh - “I like you. Just you. No one else.” - “I kinda figured that out already.” - You’d just roll your eyes and smile to yourself and he’d wrap his arms around your waist - Your arms are around his neck and you’re just in this comfortable silence - “Y/N?” - “Mmhm?” - “Kiss me agin, will ya?” - You just give him this giddy grin and kiss him again, this time, no rambling - You felt him smile into the kiss and your life is just damn complete at that moment

BONUS

- When you both walk back to the Lodging house hand in hand all the boys run up to you and start asking a bunch of questions - “Who kissed who first!” - “Did Y/N or Race confess first?!” - “Are you two a thing now?!” - And you both would just laugh and quickly answer the questions - Let’s just say, some newsies got some extra money tonight - You and Race just laugh and he kisses you on the cheek - “SHES MINE BOYS!” He’d announce and pump his fists in the air - She’s finally mine.

•••

MY MY ANOTHER LONG HC LIST

I’m gonna start writing imagines soon :))))

Anyways hope you liked this!!

- 🐸 (I realized they don’t have a green bean emoji so here’s a froggo instead)

#newsies x reader #racetrack #race #racetrack higgens #racetrack higgens x reader #race x reader #racetrack x reader #newsies

148 notes · View notes