#yeah it’s another dark haired pet with an o name who cares

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

277 of 2022

“All About Me” Survey

Name: Joeri. Age: 32. Hair Color: something like dark brown, now dyed purple-ish. Eye Color: Grey. Height: 180 cm aka 5′11, I guess. Weight: Too much for me. Race/Ethnicity: I was born and raised in Belgium, therefore I’m Belgian. My mum is half-German and my dad is half-Dutch (both born in Belgium, though), so I have a typically Dutch last name. Native Language: Dutch. Religion: Most likely agnostic. I was raised Catholic, but I don’t identify this way. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Gay, but asexual. I’m very much into guys, but not at all into sex. Birthday: Every year. :P I was born in 1990. Where You Live: Bruges, Belgium. I’m not native to Bruges, though. Family Members: Parents who live far from me and a younger sister who lives even further. Pets: Two cats. Piercings: Five in my ears, two in my lower lip and one in my eyebrow. Tattoos: One on my right forearm, but I’ve booked an appointment for another one, on my left forearm. Do you shave?: Yeah, my face. Do you wear makeup?: No, I don’t. Highest Level of Schooling: BAS in electrical engineering, I was continuing to study while having a job at the same time, but then, things happened. What do you want to be when you “grow up”?: I am already, an electrician in the train factory. But I wanted to be a soldier or neurologist, too. Do you have any defining characteristics?: Glasses, freckles and my general facial features. Do you have a strong sense of self esteem and confidence?: I may look like I do, but in fact, I don’t. Do you have any allergies?: Yeah, mostly seasonal ones, and I’m allergic to nuts. What are your favorite things to wear?: Hoodies and wide leg trousers, and either Converse-like shoes or combat boots. Do you have any disabilities, diseases, or disorders?: Yeah, quite so. I was born with that connective tissue disorder called Marfan syndrome and I have epilepsy, which in my case is easily reduced with medication. For mental things, I have OCD and generalised anxiety disorder, also an eating disorder previously known as EDNOS (not wise with my brain problems). I’m physically disabled as well, due to an accident my left hand has damaged nerves. All of this has been diagnosed and I’m under the care of several doctors. What are some of your biggest fears?: Failure, losing and making mistakes. Also, disappointing those I love. What is your temperament like?: Given that scientific theory of four temperaments, I’m all four, really. Each of them gets prominent at different times, typically in response to life events. What is your personality like?: A little bit sad, a little bit cheerful, a little bit angry, somewhat sarcastic, somewhat playful, and on top of that, very rebellious. People say I’m one of the nicest and most caring people they know, but I can be an asshole, too. It all depends on many things, you either love or hate me, it seems. I also have a stupid sense of humour, I’m really like a teenager sometimes. I still laugh at fart jokes. What are some of your hobbies/interests?: Music, photography, travelling, pulling pranks on people, hanging out with my friends, guys with pretty eyes, shortwave radio, looking for weird radio signals, physics, chemistry, biology. Are you a virgin?: No. I’ve been late to the party anyway since it happened in my 20s, but I’ve never cared either way. I’m not very tactile and having sex has only convinced me of how boring it is and even falling in love didn’t change that. What’s your bra size?: I don’t even wear bras. And finally, list some of your favorites: Cats, djent metal, Dutch hip hop, thunderstorms, strawberries, all my friends, three other guys, someone’s eyes (omg *o*), hoodies, Samsung brand (sorry, Philips XD), Christmas, travels, the Netherlands (tall guys and weed omg), Dutch language (seriously, I personally think I speak one of the coolest languages out there), cinnamon, vanilla, photography, going out, and my hospital.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey #about me survey #q&a survey

[megumiya]

needy | oikawa tooru

↳ pairings. timeskip! oikawa tooru x f!reader

↳ summary. if only your boyfriend knew how hungry you were...

↳ includes. sub!oikawa + fingering + pet names + oikawa is called good boy + dry humping + praising + a little bit of handjob + overstimulation + unprotected sex + some degradation at the end. let me know if i missed something!!

↳ wc. 1.6k

a/n. first smutty long fic in my life sksksks hope this isn’t bad ssjjsjsj but yeah oikawa’s moans have been filling my thoughts lately edited: sorry for reposting again i noticed the one i uploaded before wasn't the edited doc :c

“I didn’t hear you arrive!”

Oikawa’s eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. His tired body shifts its position on the couch to face you. Today’s training had left his limbs and body sore as ever and the only thing in his mind is the softness of your shared bed.

But your needs are different than his.

You clench your thighs, watching his legs spread on the couch, the fabric of his shorts looking a little too tight for his thighs and especially for his crotch, making the outline of his cock more visible than usual. 

“Hey princess”, he says, a slight smile gracing his lips as he stares at your figure wrapped in an oversized shirt. “sorry, baby, i just got home, training started a little la—”

“I missed you” you cut him off, placing yourself on his lap. Oikawa’s eyes squint in confusion noticing the notorious warmth radiating from your core. His gaze lowers trying to catch a glimpse of your underwear when you yank his hair, making him stare back at you.

Feeling his length right under your hole makes you bite back a moan before innocently throwing your arms around his neck. Your clothed breasts press against his torso evoking a smile from you when his breath hitches in his throat.

“A-are you alright, pretty girl?”, he asks, the growing tent on his shorts pressing more evidently against your naked cunt.

You shake your head and automatically his large palms find their way to your thighs, caressing the plush skin as they move up, reaching for the dip of your hips. His chocolate eyes widen when he notices the absence of your underwear “no panties?”

“I don’t need them, right now” your voice sends blood directly to his dick making him stiffen, “I need this”, you coo, batting your eyelashes as you palm his length. 

“Princess, wait—” he breathes, his head is thrown back as you rut your hips against his cock experimentally “Fuck―”

Smirking, you start humping against his shaft harder, firmly holding onto his neck for support. He is sure if you keep that pace you’re gonna make him cum in his shorts but he couldn’t care less.

You stare at your boyfriend with hungry eyes, watching with amusement how his face contorts as he gets close to his high. That’s when you stop humping him.

“Why—Why did you stop?” he says in the form of a weak pant as you grab his wrist pulling it between your legs, moaning when you feel the contact between his finger pads against your pussy lips.

“Good boys make their girlfriends cum with their fingers first. Yeah?”  your mouth latches at his jaw, leaving kisses and bites on your way to his neck, sucking his pale skin. He whines in desperation as you chuckle. “Mmh? Use your words”

A part of his brain still wants to sleep but the other gets drunk more and more in your praise, fantasizing about being used for the sake of your pleasure only, his body turn into a mere fuck toy.

“I’ll be a good boy! I’ll make you cum all the times you want, princess. Just want you to feel good” Oikawa whimpers, his hand still buried in between your thighs waiting for your approval to start working on your cunt.

 You smile sweetly at him before pressing a messy kiss on his lips, rutting your core against his palm. 

His long fingers trace the outline of your slit, quickly getting coated in your juices before spreading your pussy lips.

“Yeah, just like that!” you encourage him and Oikawa bites his bottom lip, suppressing a growl when he finds your puffy clit. 

Holding onto his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin as he starts making slow circles over the sensitive bud. He stares with nothing but pure fascination at the perfect  “O” your mouth makes with each of his strokes, your mind slowly drowning in pleasure.

One of his thick fingers slips into your drooling cunt, eliciting a loud moan from both of you. Giving slow, languid thrusts, he slides another finger in, knuckles deep inside you as his thumb reaches for your clit.

“ ‘M close Tooru”, you breathe, fueling new determination into the setter’s movements increasing the pace in which he’s thrusting his fingers, ignoring the ache of his wrist. You grasp his shoulders, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

Oikawa rubs your clit roughly, making your hips buckle against his palm as you chant his name. Your gummy walls tighten around his digits, creaming on his large hand and soaking him. He unplugs his fingers from your cunt watching with a happy smile the thin layer of your arousal coating them. 

“Go ahead,” you say and immediately he brings his fingers to his mouth, humming as he swirls his tongue around them. “Good boy, making me cum only with your fingers”

You lean, pressing a tender kiss on his lips as your hand snakes down to the hard bulge on his pants, ripping a whine from his lips.

“Does it hurt, baby?” 

Oikawa nods softly, strands of hair falling on top of his forehead as he stares at you with need. He only wanted to pass out on his pillow but now the ache beneath his shorts is too much to handle. 

 “Want to be inside you, please”, he mumbles with half-lidded eyes, earning a cocky smirk from you.

And who are you to deny when he has been such a good boy?

“Don’t worry Tooru, what type of girlfriend would I be if I left you full with cum?”

Sliding down his shorts, you lick your lips looking at the evident tent, noticing a dark patch on his underwear. You stare back at him, grinning at the blush on his cheeks before taking his shirt off.

Your movements are too slow for his liking. You play with the waistband of his boxers causing his hips to buckle up before tugging them off, finally letting his cock free. 

Throwing his head back, Oikawa hiss when the cold air hits his swollen dick. The tip of its, head angry red as trails of precum ooze from it, glistening under the lights of your living room making your mouth water.

You wrap your hand around the base giving it a few pumps that have a constant trail of pants and huffs coming out from your boyfriend as he straightens. His hands move to your hips as you place yourself above his aching dick.

“I missed your cock so much,” you say, lining your entrance with his length, slowly letting your weight drop until the fat head of his dick slides inside you, deliciously stretching you out. 

“So tight—” Oikawa mutters, eyes shut tight as your warm walls strangle him. He digs his fingers on your skin, a long moan slipping past his lips when you start rocking your hips “Fuck— gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum” 

Oikawa’s face heats up as his cock twitches inside you, a thin layer of sweat covering his face, sticking his brown locks to his forehead giving him a blissful look. You keep rolling your hips at a merciless pace when a broken moan falls from Oikawa’s mouth, white, sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim.

His sounds are enough to make your walls convulse too, milking him dry as you throw your head back, feeling hot spurts hitting your cervix. 

“Tooru, more~” you mewl and  his hips instinctively buckle up, desperately fucking his cum inside you, “~Need more of you”

“Princess, I—nghhhh” your hands travel to his chest, pinching his sensitive nipples and rolling them between your fingers drawing out the sweetest sounds from the setter. “—It’s too much!”

“But you said you’ll make me cum as many times as I want” you pout, halting your movements and staring at his fucked out expression with needy eyes. Oikawa looks down, remembering his words. He didn’t think you’ll be this insatiable tonight. “Just one more, okay?” 

He hardens again. Wondering how you’ll use him next was strangely arousing and with a weak nod, he grounds your hips, helping you ride his sensitive cock, ignoring the pain.

“Good boy” you praise, starting to bounce on his dick, ripping a stream of moans from his pretty mouth.

Finally, you remove your upper piece of clothing smoothly, allowing an eager Oikawa to latch his lips to your breasts. 

Between whines and huffs, he licks your nipple as his hand fondles your other tit, squeezing the soft flesh eliciting a whimper from you, a familiar heat nestling in your lower belly, making your eyes roll. 

Oikawa feels your pussy walls starting to spasm around him, Using the last bit of his energy, he grounds his feet on the floor to thrust up into you, searching for your climax. 

But the urge to cum is too big for him. His hips stutter for a moment before he paints your insides white, grasping firmly the skin of your hips.

“Sorry, sorry—” he whimpers with red cheeks before hissing at the extra sensitivity. Taking a shaky breath, he slams his hips upwards with deadly precision, hitting that spongy spot that had you gushing in seconds. 

Your mouth falls open, letting out a strangled moan, finally coming undone. The mix between your juices and his cum soak his lap and part of his shorts.

Covered in sweat, you both collapse on the couch, panting, completely exhausted.

“Thank you.” you say after a couple of minutes, pressing your cheek against his bare chest, suddenly yelping when his hand gropes your ass harshly.

“Ah, don’t thank me, doll, once I take a nap I'm gonna use you like a cumdump”

© megumiya 2021 — do not modify or repost

#oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru smut #🍥— cami's writing ; #my.tooru #hqintheclub #tw: praise kink #tw: overstimulation #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Smile For Me, Sweetcheeks ~ Ghostface x Fem!Reader

I've thought of this for a while, and it's gonna be

F U N

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Y/N opened her eyes groggily, finding herself on the grassy ground - As she lifted her head to scan her surroundings, she realised she was in some strange, dark place that resembled some weird park with tall trees, yet had random small buildings here and there...It almost seemed like a place to play hide and seek, was her first thought.

Next to her, 3 other people were getting up, looking extremely frightened, as they bolted the hell out of that spot, going in different directions.

But Y/N didn't, and instead, she walked around aimlessly, until she spotted someone dressed in all black, with a weird ghost-like mask, peeking from behind an old car, almost timidly, only to see him wave at her.

Grinning at him, thinking she finally met someone friendly around this place, she extended her arm up in the sky, waving excitedly, which made the man make his way to her.

"Hi! I'm Y/N! It's great finally seeing someone nice around here. The 3 other guys just yelled in my face and ran away. How rude, right?!" she sighed, crossing her arms with a pout, before going back to her friendly smile, extending her hand to shake his. "Woaw, those guys are jerks. Call me Ghostface, darling." he said in an amused, yet somehow hoarse voice. "Uhhh, Ghostface, how cool! You must be a horror movie fan, then? So am I! ...Hmm...Actually, do you have any idea how we got here? I think I need some lecithin, my memory is failing me." she scratched the back of her head sheepishly, only for him to chuckle. "Welp, there's 4 survivors and a killer. All you gotta do is either repair 5 generators and find the exit...Or find the hatch and escape. Basically, don't die, I guess. Fun, huh?" the guy explained, putting his arm around her shoulder, guiding her to who knows where. "...What the hell is this, the Hunger Games?" she looked up at him with a weird look on her face. "Haha, that would be fun! Alas, nothing like that. Ah, look at this, a gen! Here I'll show you how to repair it. You have to tinker with these parts, and then merge these together...You get the cables in the respective coloured sockets...Et voila! Haha, look at it! Fireworks! What a reward!" Ghostface clapped and cheered at the fireworks the generator made, laughing at the startled look on the girl's face, as she clearly didn't expect something like that to happen. "Uh...Honestly, this is insane. Can't we just, like...Go home? I don't think I'm up for dying, even if someone paid me to go through with this silly game." she sighed, crouching down to the next generator, awkwardly trying to repair it, but she was much slower and clumsier compared to him, and it even exploded in her face, making her yelp and fall down. "Dude! Not cool! This gen is working against me!" "Shoulda seen the face you made, toots! Haha, so funny! You're very entertaining, girl. Here, lemme help ya out." he said as he got on the other side of the of the gen and helped repaired it. "You're a real pro at this, man. Have you been playing this for long? Did they at least give you a worthy amount of money for the trouble you're going through? I mean, I'm sure you won very often...Or maybe you're like...The tutorial teacher or something? Is that why you look eccentric compared to those lame-os?" she was asking so many question, but boy, was she so off that it amused the killer so much! He now perfectly understood the wolf who dressed as a sheep, it was too much fun! She was so blindingly trusting, he could mess with her, and more, with the survivors at his heart's content! "Yeah, I win quite often, but they don't pay me! The guy is kinda blackmailing us to play his game, but it's fun when you get used to it." he explained, only to have two other survivors go past them - Her and Ghostface waved at them merrily, but they just shrieked and ran the hell away from there. "...Do I look that scary?" she muttered, looking at the man next to her with a confused expression. "Nahhh, you're a cutiepie. Those guys are just jerks." he petted her hair, beginning to walk again, only to find some really nasty, rusty hooks. "U-Uhm...Gh-Ghostface...? What are these for...?" she stuttered, frowning as she clinged on his arm instinctively. "I think you already know, toots. Careful with those, killers LOVE to impale their victims on these things. It's like a sacrifice for the big guy who's keeping us here." he chuckled as he watched the girl tremble like a little lamb seeing the knife approaching her neck. "...Can we go away from here, please? M-Maybe we can look for the...Uhm...Hatch, you called it?" she muttered, pulling him away from there. "Yeah. It's like a trap in the ground that leads to safety. It only appears when there's only 2 gens left. Felt that shockwave? It meant that the Hatch just appeared. Ah, sorry baby-cakes, I gotta run, but I'll see you around before the match ends, okay?" he was grinning under his mask, knowing that he has to kill the other 3 to make sure the Entity doesn't punish

either of them for some annoying reason...And oh, the shock and horror on her face will be fun~. "N-No...! Please don't go! This place is huge and scary, I'll get lost without you! And who knows what would happen if the Killer finds me? I don't wanna end up...Th-There...!" awww, that cute, little, frightened pout on her face, how lovely~! If only she knew... "Don't worry, cutie, is'yo' first game, the Killer ain't gonna mess with ya, I promise. And if he does, Imma make sure he regrets it. I'm sort of a boss here, you see." he put cupped both his gloved hands on her face, pinching them a bit too hard, just to hear her yelp one more time - And clearly, she didn't disappoint, as her eyes even watered a tiny bit. What a cute little lamb... "...If you're sure, then...Okay. I trust you." she muttered, turning away as she started walking away, only for her to look back at him and yell "Make sure you stay safe too, okay?! We have to escape this place together!" He raised his arm and waved dismissively, barely able to keep himself from laughing, as he started running and stalking the annoying survivors who actually thought they'd have such an easy game!

No, no, clearly not with him!

First, he slashed one of the survivors and put him on a hook, then mori'ed another and took a really cool selfie with their bloody face, and the last one he just messed around with, before repeatedly stabbing his back and throwing him in a corner, just where the Hatch was.

Those idiots thought they could escape him.

Think again.

He wasn't that idiot 'Legion', or that lame ass Amanda. Four lame thugs who can't do a simple job properly, or Jigsaw's useless lackey. Keh.

And at least he was fun, unlike Boring Michael! I mean, look at this masterpiece he made, it's a perfect piece of art! He even wrote Y/N's name on the wall in front of the hatch, so she could see and appreciate his work!

A loud noise that resounded through the place made him realise that, as he was having his fun playing with the obsolete Survivors, his cute little Y/N had her fun repairing generators, meaning that the exits could be activated, if he wasn't careful.

He had to find her quick.

Not that it was difficult for the Master of Stalking, especially since she was so clueless that she didn't even crouch to hide, or at least try to hide in lockers.

There she was...! Look at her, watching everything like a frightened meerkat! Aww, how he wanted to boop that cute nose of hers~! Maybe he could even let some blood paint her nose, and make fun of her, calling her Rudolph!

Ahh, Ghostface, you're so funny!

Yeah, Ghostface, I KNOW, right?!

"Yo, Y/N, over here! I found the hatch! Come on!" he waved his arms up in the air, yelling for her, and the look of sparkling glee on her face as soon as she saw him...Wasn't she such an adorable dummy~? "Ghostface, you're okay! I got so worried when I didn't see you in so long! I heard screams, and I thought something happened to you! I got so scared that I ran away and tried to do the last generators...And then a loud noise almost deafened me, and I had no idea what to do." she gesticulated rapidly, making him chuckle in amusement. Of course, he was worried for nothing. She wouldn't realise what she'd have to do, even if it bit her leg. Hmm, actually...~ "Nahhhh, I'm cool, haven't see the killer. Here, take the key, it will unlock the hatch. Less'goooo~!" he put his arm around her shoulder, guiding her casually where the hatch was, making sure she didn't see his work of art yet. "Oh, so this is the Hatch, huh? It looks scary. Are you sure this isn't some ladder that leads straight to hell or something? It looks...Shady." she muttered, looking at the dark abyss down below. "Don't worry, chickadee, ain't that long of a ride down. It's like a bunker filled with survivors, you'll be okay. They'll tell you what to do from then on. If you're scared, take this flashlight. See? You can see the bottom of the ladder. You'll be okay." he chuckled, weaving the flashlight around. "Wait...You're not coming down with me?" she gasped, her eyes carefully searching for the truth in his...Covered face. "I'd go down on you any day, sugar, but maybe next time we get to play around." he laughed crudely watching her frowning, flustering face. "H-Hey, don't be a jerk! I'm just worried about you!" she muttered, looking away, hoping her hair would cover her blushing face. "Hahaha, you're so fun to tease, Y/N. Only one person can go through the hatch. But s'all cool, I just gotta open up the door, since you did a great job with the gens. We'll see each other later, I can promise you that. Can't get rid of me that easily." he sniggered under his mask, waiting in anticipation until the girl realises his true nature. "Mhh...Alright...If you're so sure..." she muttered, shakily stepping down a few steps, only to be stopped by the man who took out a camera. "Wanna take a selfie before we finish this? Y'know, your first game, and a victory nonetheless...Come on, Smile for me, Sweetcheeks~!" he got on his knees, raising his mask a bit, before gluing himself to her body, one of his arms extending with the camera, while with the other he grabbed her face, kissing her cheek, making sure he guides her eyesight to his masterpiece, and as soon as he heard her gasp, he took the photo.

It was worth more than all the money in the world.

"Y-You...? You were the killer...?!" awww, look at her tremble! Her eyes were glistering with tears, and her plump, rosy bottom lip was quivering in betrayal. "You're too cute for this world, Y/N." he harshly put his mask down, before showing the girl the selfie he took as he mori'ed one of the survivors, and waved her goodbye with his knife, as she quickly descended down the ladder, soft whimpers echoing through the place.

"Till we see each other again, sweet cheeks~." the Killer rose to his feet, slamming down the hatch with his boot and wiping the blood from his knife with his latex glove, before laughing loudly at the endearing experience he just had.

If THAT was the reaction she had when seeing his little gift for her, imagine her cute faces when he'd actually go down on her, as he promised~.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine #ghostface dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd ghostface x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson imagine #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen imagine

[jayaury]

Berry Big Bimbo

A quick short story about a blueberry plant girl having some fun with a poor soul who wandered into her berry patch.

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The cardinal rule of the Wire Woods was never trust a shortcut.

If Miles ever got out, he’d never disobey it again.

He shivered again as a wind swept through the forest, bringing with it the first chill of coming night. He glanced again at the sky, where a once blue horizon burned with evening’s reds and golds, peeking through the thick branches and leafy boughs. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He again shouldered his pack, putting on another spurt of speed. Day was bad enough in the Wire Woods, but night brought out the absolute worst. No one went near the forests after dark. Not unless they wanted to become the pet of some demon spawn residing within. Miles had no intention of sharing that fate. He just had to keep following the path. All paths lead somewhere!

He just hoped it wasn’t to the lair of a succubus.

Miles was looking up at the sky so often to check how long he had, that he didn’t notice the clearing until he was right in it.

He staggered to a stop, and not just because of the thick brambles that grew from the center of the clearing like a dark dome, but also because before him were a dozen paths spreading out of the clearing, spaced apart like the spokes of a wheel.

“Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Hm?”

Miles jumped, whirling about. “Who said that?” he demanded.

“Me of course!”

Miles turned with creeping horror towards the brambles in the center of the clearing. They were being parted by a pair of hands of a blue so deep it was almost purple. Skin of a similar hue came into view as the brush was pushed away, revealing a woman of jaw-dropping proportions, not the least of which was the fact her hips ended in a network of roots. She rested among the thorny bushes as if never even noticing their spikes, her breasts so large Miles wondered if she could even get up. Her hair spilled in richest green leaves, half covering her face, her lips a shade of purple they were nearly black, and so big and soft they made Miles blush just to see them.

He felt himself relax, but only just. Not a true demon. Merely a tainted. A melon or a berry girl. Weaker spawn of the demon’s taint. Though, he knew as well that the corrupted had threats all their own.

“Oh!” the plant woman cried, clapping her hands delightedly. “What a cutie came by to say hello. Hi! My name’s Tartiana. What’s yours?”

Miles felt himself blush a little when she said that, for her ample bosom tended to wobble distractingly whenever she spoke. “Um, Miles.”

“Miles!” she said, her tongue moving over her soft lips as if tasting the name. “Mmm. What a cute name. Perfect for such a cute boy.”

“Uh, thanks,” Miles said uneasily. He felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment. He hadn’t been called cute since he’d turned twenty last year. He glanced nervously about the clearing. “Are you alone?”

“Yup! Just me. Which is why I’m just so happy I got a visitor! It’s been soooo long,” she cooed, and Miles couldn’t help but notice how she fondled her immense, firm breasts. Like two great blueberries swelling on her chest.

“Yeah, I imagine.”

“Of course! Nobody comes out to the Wire Woods. And so late! I get so lonely,” she said, fluttering her soft lashes at him.

Miles felt his blush return, but wasn’t too worried. Such a bimbo wasn’t really a threat. He could outthink her, if it came to that. “If you’ve been here for a long time, does that mean you know where these paths go?”

“Sure!” Tartiana giggled. “I know these woods like the back of my breasts!”

Again Miles’s eyes were pulled to those wobbling orbs before he managed to wrest them back to her face. “Oh, um, great! Does that mean you know which way leaves the forest?”

“Totes!” Tartiana giggled and pointed to one of the paths. “It’s that way.”

Miles fairly sagged in relief. “Great! Thank you,” he said, turning down the indicated trail.

“Or, um, maybe it was that one?”

Miles paused as she pointed at the path in the complete opposite direction. “But…”

“Or um… oh gosh. It might even be that one,” she said, pointing in a third, completely opposite direction.

Miles glanced again at the sky darkening through the boughs. “Look, do you know the way out or not?” he said.

“Um, oh gosh. I’m sorry,” Tartiana groaned, fondling her bouncing breasts. “It’s just um… I always have trouble concentrating when my big, bouncy berry tits get all stuffed with juice.”

“They… um…”

Miles trailed off, his jaw slowly dropping as he spotted a bead of blue liquid drip from Tartiana’s puffy nipple.

“Oh gosh yes. I grow soooo much juice, you know,” Tartiana moaned, continuing to bounce her plump tits, squeezing them between her arms. “And no one comes down the paths ever! I can never find a nice boy to help me squeeze my sweet, berry juice out.”

“O-oh,” was all Miles could say, his head slowly nodding with the bouncing of those massive, blue breasts.

“But I always think so much clearer when they’re all drained out. All squeezed out. Like it squeezes out all my thoughts. All my confusion.”

“Th-thoughts?”

“Oh gosh yes! Not that I ever have many,” she giggled. “All I’ve got to think about is how full my tits are. How bouncy. How a handsome boy would just love to watch and touch them. Stroke and kiss them.”

Miles couldn’t look away. What was more, he was becoming aware of a far from subtle pressure in his pants. He cleared his throat, trying to shake himself from his stare. “W-well, if it would help you think, I guess I could… maybe…”

“Would you?” Tartiana gasped, her large eyes shining. She shifted in her bed of brambles, her large breasts bouncing. “Oh thank you, thank you! I knew you were a good boy the moment I saw you!”

Miles again felt a flush at those words, but decided not to challenge them. What business was it of his if she called him a good boy? So long as she gave him directions, she could call him the Baron of Gula. Besides, so long as he kept his head about him, he’d be fine. She was far too dumb to trick him.

Still, he approached warily. One could never be too careful in the Wire Woods, after all. As he came closer, the sweet scent of blueberries surrounded him like a haze. The strength of it stunned him, but on he went, making his way carefully over to Tartiana, ready to bolt like a startled rabbit at the first sign of treachery.

Tartiana merely waited, smiling, her big, ample breasts pressed out on proud display, her arms crossed beneath them, lifting them. Miles reached for them, only to hesitate. Something… something about this seemed… seemed wrong.

“What’s the matter?” Tartiana asked in a singsong voice.

“Um, nothing.”

“You’re not scared of my big breasts are you?”

“O-of course not!”

“Aw, it’s okay if you are. A little, maybe. They’re so awfully big, aren’t they? So big and firm. I mean, look at them!”

She bounced them in her arms. Miles’s eyes followed. Gods. They were so firm. He likened them to blueberries at their ripest season, her nipples nearly black. He swallowed thickly.

“I…”

“Aren’t they the best?”

“Uh… uh huh…”

“They’re just so big!”

“Yeah…”

“So bouncy!”

“Mmm…”

“So big and squishy and such silly bimbo tits!”

Miles swallowed again. He felt oddly thirsty. His hands hesitated.

“I’ve got a big pair of bimbo tits, don’t I?”

“Well, um…”

“It’s okay! Like I said, they make it sooooo hard to think sometimes. Why, when they’re full like this, it can be so hard to concentrate on anything else but how big and wonderful and full they are. And my juice is just so sweet. So tender. It just melts a silly mind to nothing!”

Miles swayed a little. “Um…”

“C’mon, baby,” Tartiana crooned, leaning up, pushing her big breasts closer so he could see the taut smoothness of those orbs. “Give my big bimbo tits a good milking.”

She was so close, his merest twitch brushed a finger against her breast. Tartiana gasped, moaning, her breasts bouncing at her sudden intake of breath. But the motion didn’t dislodge Miles. His fingers remained, as if glued to her ample bust.

And slowly, he leaned forward, engulfing her breast with his palms, marvelling at how huge she was. How heavy. How firm and big her breasts were. How they twitched with her delighted whimper, filling his hands as he hefted them.

“Mmmm! Oh, that’s it. Really fill up your hands with my bimbo berry boobies! Aren’t they so big and firm?”

“Yeah,” Miles breathed, fondling her ample tits. Pressing them together. Watching them squish and bounce in his hands.

“Ooooh, yes. Oh baby, just like that. Massage my big breasts. Good boys love big breasts. Good boys love milking pretty berry girls. You’re being such a good boy. Ooooh, but… ah… but it needs… needs a little something… something more. Gotta milk my big dumb breasts. My big, dumb, bimbo tits. Oh baby, I need your help. A little more. A little something more…”

Miles wondered what that could be. But then her arms were around his head. Were easing him forward towards a dark nipple dribbling her sweet juices. His mouth was so dry. So thirsty. He didn’t think. Instinct guided his lips to that nub.

And had him suck.

And suck.

And suck, like a good bimbo boy.

Sweet wine drowned his mouth and what remained of his resistance. He moaned, flushing hot as Tartiana’s milk splashed into his mouth. Onto his tongue. He drank it down. Drank it like a man possessed, his head spinning. His body warming.

“Mmm. That’s it. Ohhhh, what a good boy admiring my big, dumb breasts. Oops! But you’re getting it all over your clothes! We can’t have them stain. We gotta fix that, don’t we?”

They did. Had to… had to… He stopped trying to think. It was so hard anyway. And drinking was so easy. Burying his face in her big bosom as he pressed her tits together, moaning and whimpering, his mind lost in a drunken haze of lust and the bounce of her tits, he struggled out of his clothes, shrugging them off with her help. He was naked. Naked was good. So good.

“Mmmm,” Tartiana moaned. “Such a good boy. A good boy who loves my dumb breasts. And you know why he does?”

“Mmmnoooo,” Miles fairly drooled.

“Silly!” Tartiana giggled, booping his nose. “It’s because he’s a silly, dumb bimbo too! But oh gosh! Look how late it is! It’s all dark, and we can’t have such a silly boy wandering around the Wire Woods! All sorts of nasty demons would just love to play with you. Don’t you worry, though. Momma Tartiana’s gonna take good care of you.”

Some sense of uncertainty trickled through his mind. Miles lifted lips stained purple from her nipple. “But… um… I…”

“Don’t worry,” Tartiana giggled, guiding his head back down to her breast. “You can go anytime you want! Just as soon as it’s light out again. How’s that sound?”

Light out. Yes. Right. Light. He could wait for light. Miles smiled dreamily as he resumed sucking. Resumed sinking into the berry girl’s big, blue tits. Resumed being a good bimbo boy for his new, berry beautiful mistress. His cock sinking into the pleasured tightness of her pussy. His whimpers swallowed by her moans, his thoughts steeped in her bouncing breasts. He could do this. He could wait in her breasts for light.

And the brambles knit above their heads, steeping them in a pillowy darkness that would never end...

#blueberry #bimbo girl #alraune #bimbofied #big bust #jay aury #titnosis

[faepunkprince]

Character Bio Tag

Tagged by: several people im so sorry

Tagging: @erectum @ddeadbot @breezypunk @scarecrowshindig @shinycorvidae @shitposting-for-the-soul @kurakaji and anyone else who wants to!

General

Name: Valentine Graves

Aliases/Nicknames: Val, V

Gender: Male?

Age: 25

Birthdate: Unknown

Place of Birth/Hometown: Night City- he's fairly sure somewhere in Heywood

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Occupation: Merc

                       Appearance

Eye color: Black sclera, white Xs- the symbols in his eyes are programmed to change with certain emotions, he can technically turn off that feature but never does. Natural color was a very pretty hazel/green

Hair Color: Neon green with darker green sides- naturally a dark brown

Height: 5'7

Scars: Several, most notably the one that starts at his left eyebrow, dips into the socket and continues across the bridge of his nose- earned back in Atlanta, when his eye was nearly taken as a trophy for the man behind the ring he was taken by. Second of note is the one on his neck, hidden by the bright floral tattoo, where they gashed him open to try and kill him after they were busted. He has several more littering his body, thanks to his work, and life in general.

                         Favorite

Color: He has trouble picking a favorite but the bright green is one along with pale blues

Hair color: on himself its the green, he doesnt have a preference on other people!

Song: Never Fade Away- honestly he adores Samurai, so anything by them is a safe bet.

Food: Sushi, if you buy him sushi he will literally die for you

Drink: Coffee (cream and sugar!), rum, whiskey, bubble tea (honeydew or taro flavor!)

                    Have they

Passed University: Never went, never could afford to.

Had Sex: Oh, yeah. He's straight up hypersexual, and uses it as a coping mechanism as well.

Had Sex In Public: Yes and its absolutely something he fantasized about

Gotten Pregnant: No

Kissed A Boy: Yes

Kissed A Girl: Yes

Gotten tattoos: Absolutely, he has several, all over his body, and he wants more eventually

Gotten piercings: Also several- eyebrow, septum, lip, nipples and he's debating a bellybutton one as well

Been In Love: Absolutely, the poor thing falls for people so easy.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: very very regularly, he can't really sleep, and when he does its not for long.

                       Are They

A Virgin: oh fuck not by a longshot

A Cuddler: yess he's very very touch starved, he adores cuddles if he knows they're allowed

A Kisser: Absolutely yes

Scared Easily: Not as easily as one would think, though there are certain things that'll get him.

Jealous Easily: noo, and he feels like he has no right to be

Dominant: the poor thing can try, but no.

Submissive: to an alarming degree

In Love: Yes, with anyone who shows him any semblance of kindness

Single: Depends on the au!

 

   Random Questions (TW Self Harm/ Suicide mention)

Have they harmed themselves: yes, in one way or another, sometimes he doesnt even realize that's what he's doing.

Thought of suicide: Absolutely

Attempted Suicide: Yes, more than once

Wanted to kill someone: Several times. Usually on behalf of someone close to him.

Have/Had a Job: Mercenary work, he works himself to the bone. Occasionally he's done a bit of sex work, mostly in the past.

Have any Fears: dying alone is a big one. Being found by anyone left over from Atlanta- which is valid because the man behind it is still out there and is still looking for him. Losing friends and loved ones is another big one.

                        Family

Siblings: none

Parents: He has no idea who his parents were, they never wanted him so they dipped after he was born. They were both heavily involved in drugs and things they shouldn't have been.

Children: no, and he knows he wouldn't be a good parent

S/O: au dependant, Johnny

Pets: Jareth, the Goblin King, found outside his apartment building in an alley, he took the poor thing in and nursed him back to health- only has him in certain aus though, mostly he assumes he cant care for a pet.

#v for valentine #long post #im so sorry this is so late

[okaywa]

*By Any Means

Iwaizumi x fem!reader 

1.9k words

Warnings: Dom/sub elements, throat fucking, Iwaizumi punches the shit out of a creep, bit of dirty talk, choking, oxygen play, kind of exhibitionism, oral sex, alley sex

[Anonymous requested: IWAIZUMI JUST PUNCHING THE SHIT OUTTA A GUY WHO WAS HARASSING HIS S/O AND SHE PATCHES UP HIS BLOODIED FISTS AND LIKE THEN IT LEADS TO A BLOWJOB AS A REWARD]

Iwaizumi was not a violent a person. Sure, he had a short temper but that normally resulted in heated words and a ball thrown at the back of Oikawa’s head. Well, he was a little violent. Out of love, he insisted when Oikawa would whine about the tender spot. 

Concerning you, however, Iwaizumi had discovered that controlling his short temper now had to include reigning in his impulsive instincts to snap and lunge at every man who had the audacity to check you out when he was next to you.

“Calm it, brute,” you always laughed adoringly while patting his arm. 

Tonight, at an afterparty for Japan’s latest victory, he had been watching in stony silence while some bastard attempted to cozy up to you at the bar. He knew you could handle yourself but that didn’t soothe the rage building in his chest. Stuck across the room in a terribly dull conversation with some executive of the team, he was helpless except to glare and hope it would somehow scare the guy off. 

“Now, when we have a boost in our attendance the impact…” the man droned, going so far as to pull up graphs on his phone. 

I’m an athletic trainer, not a smarmy business guy, he thought while nodding in feigned interest, where’s Kuroo when you need him…

“And what you see with the stocks…”

Not the fucking stocks, he groaned internally, eyes sliding back over to you. The man was now leaning over to you while you were very obviously trying to lean away. 

Take a hint, she’s not inter- No fucking way. 

If Iwaizumi were to try to recall what happened next, he simply wouldn’t be able to. One second he was watching a stranger grab at your ass, next his vision went completely red, and he finally became aware again right as his curled fist slammed into the bastards face for the fourth time. There were screams around him, but they sounded distant through the roaring of blood in his ears. The only thing that rang clear through the absolute rage consuming his rationality was the satisfying crack of the man’s nose pinned beneath him. 

“WHOA WHOA, HAJIME!” Someone wrapped their arms around his bicep that was reared back for another punch and attempted drag him away. He yanked his arm out of their grip but another set of arms joined the first and just managed to pull him away. He thrashed in their grip, snarling vicious threats until his eyes met yours. 

The fight whooshed out of him like a matched being blown out at the sight of your alarmed expression and teary eyes. 

“Y/n,” he said in a daze. “Wait!” Iwaizumi looked up at who was dragging him away and saw Ushijima and Bokuto, faces tight as they dragged him outside. 

“Clear your head, man,” Bokuto sat him on the front steps. 

Iwaizumi dragged his hands down his face, wincing at the sudden sharp pain in his right hand. He sighed at the sight of his bloody, split knuckles before looking up at his friends with a worn expression. 

“I don’t even know…” he went quiet, shaking his head. “Is Y/n okay?” “She’s fine,” Ushijima said. 

“The real question is are you okay?” Bokuto asked with raised eyebrows. “I have never seen someone move so fast in my life.”

Iwaizumi chuckled dryly, shrugging. “I don’t even know what just happened.”

“Well, Iwaizumi, you just beat the absolute shit out of some guy for grabbing your girl,” Bokuto clapped him on the shoulder. “Right on.”

“Hajime!” You shoved out of the front door near frantically. “There you are, are you okay?” You were down the steps in a heartbeat, grabbing his face to examine him for any injuries. It didn’t take you long to see his bloodied knuckles that had already dripped down and ruined his pant leg. 

“Hajime,” you gasped softly, grabbing his hand for a closer inspection. 

Ushijima and Bokuto exchanged a small glance before excusing themselves wordlessly, going back inside to settle the remaining disruptions. 

Iwaizumi was watching you sharply as you pulled tissues out of your purse and dabbed them gently across his knuckles. 

“Thank you, Haj,” you blinked up at him from where you were crouched between his thighs. 

“But I scared you,” Iwaizumi murmured. “You looked so… horrified with me.”

“I wasn’t, I promise,” you said firmly, bringing his knuckles up to gently kiss the spit skin. “I was worried for you, love.”

Iwaizumi sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fixated intensely on his blood that now covered your lips. 

“Y/n,” he breathed, some primal instinct deep in his brain triggering. “Fuck.”

Your pupils were blown wide as you obscenely licked the blood from your lips, making a show of swallowing it. Iwaizumi growled and lurched to his feet, pulling you along with him. He looked around quickly, a hungry glint in his eyes, and spotted a dark alley. 

“C’mere,” Iwaizumi demanded, shoving you in front of him and into the alley. “I think you owe me a favor.”

“Hajime-“

Your knees hit the filthy cement with an audible ‘thump.’ You looked up at Iwaizumi in shock, stomach fluttering at the dark look on his face. His hand squeezed your shoulder tightly, keeping you down on the ground. 

“What is it? You don’t think I deserve a little reward for defending your honor, hmm?” He cupped your chin gently, forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Hajime…” you stuttered at his swift change, lust burning in your core. 

Iwaizumi was never this rough with you without notice first, but now it was like a switch had been flipped in him. The sight of you down on your knees in front of him once again forced a low groan deep from his chest.

“Fuck, look at you, princess” His thumb swiped at the corner of your mouth and came away smudged crimson. “Fuck.”

The pet name sent a thrill up your spine. He only ever called you princess when he was about dominate you into a drooling mess. 

He forced his thumb between your lips, dragging the tangy drop across your tongue. You whimpered, eagerly wrapping your lips around the digit like you would his cock. Suckling gently, you licked his thumped clean, eyes stuck on his face to measure his reactions. 

Iwaizumi’s bottom lip was turning white between his teeth as he watched you with blown pupils and a furrowed brow. His erection bulged obscenely through his dress pants, making your thighs clench.

“My pretty girl is gonna take such good care of me, isn’t she? Gonna take this cock all the way down that tight little throat,” he said roughly. 

You hummed eagerly around his thumb, shuffling closer to him to reach up to start undoing his belt. 

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his thumb from your mouth. 

He spread his thighs apart and leaned against the brick behind him, the perfect picture of power and ease. You glided your hands up his muscled thighs, digging your nails into his quads just to make his throat bob. 

“Gonna suck your cock like a good girl,” you whimpered obediently as his belt came apart with a soft clink. 

Iwaizumi groaned, watching you blink up at him as you pulled his hot cock from his pants and gave it a few slow pumps. His tip was flushed and leaking slick pre-cum that you eagerly lapped up. Iwaizumi let out another strangled moan, head dropping back against the rugged brick when you wrapped your lips around his pulsing tip.

His fingers tangled in your hair and blunt nails dug into your scalp as he pulled you slowly down his length. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, looking up at him unsurely. Iwaizumi usually gave you more time to adjust but tonight he was demanding, pulling you closer until you gagged roughly on his thick cock. 

“Shh-sh,” he soothed, letting you pulled back for air. 

He gave you two deep breaths before tugging you forward again. He worked open the resistance in your throat with persistent, shallow thrusts. Soon his fat cock head was pushed deep into your throat, causing it to bulge near pornographically. 

“Princess,” he groaned as he began pumping his hips. “You suck my cock and my cock only. You’re mine.”

You gurgled vulgarly as wet, punched out gasps escaping your throat with each of his thorough plunges forward. His possessive sneer as he watched you gag and blubber was so intoxicating you could feel that your panties had already soaked through.

“Yeah, princess, that’s it,” he snarled, a feral look on his face. “You like choking on this cock, I know you do.”

Snot and tears dripped down your cheeks to mix with the saliva weeping lewdly out of the corners of your mouth. Your leaking mascara and splotchy face drove Iwaizumi wild, his thrusts only becoming more punishing. 

You grabbed his thighs for balance as he fucked your throat relentlessly until your head was spinning from oxygen deprivation. Seeing the dizzy flutter of your eyelids, he pulled back until your lips were pursed around his head. You took desperate, shaky inhales through your nose, lashing your tongue across his sensitive slit before moving down to trace along his frenulum. Iwaizumi’s eyes rolled, his mouth dropping open in a guttural moan of your name. 

Hearing him sound so fucked out and lost in the pleasure you were providing for him drove you to swallow down his entire length. Iwaizumi choked, curling over your head as you swallowed and flexed your throat ceaselessly around his swollen tip. 

“Princess, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted breathlessly, the pleasure so intense he started to draw back. 

You followed him forward, hands moving up to pin his hips against the brick as you bobbed your head, slurping tirelessly around his cock. 

He whined your name, hips jerking weakly. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of his throbbing cock you would’ve smirked at how fast Iwaizumi had gone from dominating your throat to shying away from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, forcing your forwards until your nose pressed into his pubic bone. “Haah-ahh, fuuuck..”

You could feel his cock pulsating against your tongue as he came directly down your throat. You swallowed his seed eagerly, just a hint of the salty taste reaching your tastebuds. Iwaizumi panted heavily, pushing your mouth up and down his cock to draw out his orgasm until his thighs were quivering from the overstimulation.

You finally drew back with a hoarse cough, gasping for air while Iwaizumi attempting to put his cock back into his pants. 

“I’ll get it,” you rasped, brushing aside his injured hand. 

He hissed despite you being gentle about tucking him back into his pants. 

“You did so good,” Iwaizumi murmured appraisingly, stroking your jaw. 

You beamed up at him, leaning into his touch. 

“We should get home so we can get some ice on those knuckles,” you said, standing up stiffly while shaking the ache out of your knees. 

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked with a concerned frown, fingers brushing across your throat. 

“It was a little unexpected,” you hummed grabbing him by his tie to pull him into a firm kiss. “But I liked it. Liked seeing you so worked up and possessive.”

Iwaizumi smirked filthily. “You like seeing me possessive, huh?” You smile mischeviously, grabbing his split knuckles to press a gentle kiss to them. 

“Give it a break, big guy, we still gotta tend to this little mess,” you said with another kiss. 

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #requests #smut request #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi headcanons #masterlist

[simpsamaa]

Haikyuu Captains Dating HC’s

Have some dating headcanons with some of the captains in Haikyuu because i’m not a total simp for captains. 

I also kinda got carried away with Kuroo’s- I just love him so much-

Also Bokuto’s is kinda suggestive- so- warning?

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also my requests are open

so you can request characters from BNHA or Haikyuu for headcanons or scenarios 

Daichi Sawamura

Okay

When you start dating this man, you automatically become the mom for the team

Well second mom cause Suga’s the first mom.

You guys meet because you become a manager with Kiyoko and thus start a friendship with Daichi

and it leads on to more-

Will use stupid dad jokes on you when you feel down

Is the type of bf who would send you good night and good morning texts

He acts like an alarm clock for you

He will send you the good morning text at a certain time just to wake you up

Also so you have time to get ready in the morning, cause he’s a loving boyfriend

I expect this guy to be into PDA

But like

it’s just hand holding when you guys are in public

When you guys are alone, 

cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc.

but every time you guys do something affectionate the team makes fun of you.

You guys act like an old married couple

Will take you out on the cutest dates

Wear his jersey to one of his games and his receives will be spot on

same with his spikes and serves

Honest to the team you’re a lucky charm so-

“Dai-kun, how are the first years?” You asked your boyfriend as the two of you entered the gym. Only the third and second years were in there, the first years were still taking an exam. 

“Hmm, Tsukishima and Kageyama need to work on their interaction with the team, Hinata has been hyper as always, and Yamaguchi has some good progress on his jump serves.” Your black haired lover explained, making you smile at how he talked about his teammates.

“How have Tsukki and Tobio been working together? I think they’re the only ones who can’t sync properly” You said, crossing your arms while watching Nishinoya receive another spike from Tanaka.

“Well,” Daichi started with a deadpan look on his face, “Kageyama and Tsukishima can sync, they just argue over it half of the time.” He finished, making you laugh at the thought of them arguing.

“Mmh, maybe a training exercise for the both of them?” You asked, grabbing one of Daichi’s hands into your own, playing with his fingers.

“That might work, but-” “OI DAI-SAN STOP MAKING US FEEL LONELY” Tanaka cut off Daichi as he saw that you were playing around with the captains fingers. 

“YEAH DAICHI-SAN, NOT ALL OF US HAVE AN ADORABLE SHORT GIRLFRIEND” Nishinoya joined in, making you glare at Nishinoya.

“I’M NOT THAT SHORT” You yelled back to the male with spiked hair. “YOU’RE SHORTER THEN ME” Noya yelled back.

Daichi let out a sigh, watching his girlfriend bicker with his teammates with a small chuckle. 

“God, I love her so much”

We stan Daichi

HE CAN COOK

Will cook you lunch

In the end

100% husband material 

Also call him daddy

Oikawa Tooru

Now let’s talk about this flat ass man

He loves PDA

Will tell you he loves you

Will grab your hand, pull you onto his lap, kiss you in front of his fangirls-

He means the best-

Loves it when you wear his clothes-

Wear his jersey, his hoodies, his track jacket 

He loves it

Cause it shows that you’re his

He’s lowkey possessive 

Hates it when you and Iwaizumi team up on him

“Flatass oikawa“ Is your nickname for him

jkjkjk

It’s Tooru

Yes you call him by his first name cause we’re basic bitches here okay

You’re basically the unofficial manager of the team cause you care about them too much

They all love you

Sends you good morning and good night texts with his face

cause he’s like that

And Oiks gets jealous

Will wake you up at three am to take you out to see the stars

and look for aliens 

Honestly-

“TOORU OIKAWA DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?“ You exclaimed to your boyfriend as he dragged you out of the window, sitting on the roof at three fourteen in the morning.

“I know it’s late, but Y/n-chan,” The brown haired male started, “there’s a meteor shower and there could be aliens. So we have to watch tonight,” he explained making you sigh. 

You knew you weren’t getting out of this. 

“Don’t you have morning practice?“ You asked, locking your hues with his chocolate coloured ones. He gave you a smile before turning his head up to look at the stars, “Maybe, but that doesn’t concern you,” 

You scrunched your eyebrows before hitting Tooru’s shoulder with your own, “It does concern me,” you started, glaring at the male. You were looking at his side profile. “You’re my boyfriend, and I love your team, of course i’m concerned,” you finished making his eyes widen.

Giving you a small smile, he pulled you in to a side hug, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s just watch the stars tonight and not care about what happens later”

You and Oikawa miss the next day of school cause the both of you are tired from staying up all night-

I don’t think Oikawa can cook

but-

The meals his fan girls give to him-

eat them sis

He’ll never know anyway

His fangirls learn to like you too, because Oikawa likes you

and they like everything Oikawa likes-

though there are some of the delusional fans who think Oiks is just using you

Which he’s not btw

but take care of this baby-

he needs some love

In the end

100% Tooru material 

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can we talk about this gif for a second-

Like the fourth season did him so good

LIKE I’M SO PROUD

lowkey daddy material-

ANYGAYS

ON TO THE HC’S

He adores you 

like

A D O R E S Y O U

If you try a different style or change your hair style, he thinks it’s adorable

He’s highkey a simp for you

Loves PDA

He loves to grab your thigh when he sits next to you

he’s a thigh guys alright-

Loves kissing you in front of people

etc the whole team-

in front of Daishou-

Does get jealous sometimes, but only if he doesn’t know the person

You and Yaku are mom friends

After all, you do have to take care of a 187cm child

Kuroo lowkey think’s it hot how much you care about people and take care of people-

Study dates are a yes with him

You’ll go to little cafes with him-

CAT CAFES-

Sends you good morning texts at five am

and good night texts at four am

cause ISTG this man does not sleep-

Loves to tease you

If you’re shorter then him-

You’ll be called chibi-chan

Cough Yagami Yato Vibes COUGH

Loves it when you hug him

It makes him feel like a giant 

which he is but- ight

LOVES TO KISS YOU TO DIStract you

You’ll be doing homework in his room and he’ll pull you into a breathless kiss and leave you wanting more-

like-

You twirled your mechanical pencil in your fingers, you eyes glanced down at your homework, science. 

You weren’t the best at it, nor were you the worst but you still had trouble with it. Taking off your glasses, you rubbed at your temples before trying to solve the equation once more. 

Tetsurou glanced into his room, his gold hues stopping at your figure hunched over his desk, homework in front of you. Turning around he got a glass of water and walked into his room once more.

“You’re going to get wrinkles early if you keep doing that face,” The black haired male teased, making you groan and press your forehead against the dark wood of his desk. 

“i don’t get how you like science? It’s so boooring,” you groaned, the pencil rolling out of your hand onto the desk.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle before hearing him walk over to you. You raised your head, watching as his golden hues skimmed over the paper before he let out a small ‘pfft’. 

“This is easy,” he said before explaining it.

You gasp as you finally get it, pushing Tetsurou’s hands away and grabbing your pencil, you began to scribble  the answer down, only to be pulled into a heated kiss. 

Kuroo’s tongue pushing past your lips to meet yours. Your eyes were wide, face slightly pink and hands curled up into loose fists gripping his shirt. You were about to close your eyes before he pulled away, a large smirk formed on his face as he saw you. 

“You need to get back to your paper, I guess i’ll leave you alone”

Let’s just say- you did not get the paper finished, but it was a good outcome-

Okay-

I’m like thirsting Kuroo-

So this is long as fuck-

Kuroo can cook basic things

Will cook for you only if you ask

But if oyu cook for him-

He’s whipped

100% Daddy Boyfriend material

Bokuto Koutarou

Season four bokuto got me feeling some way-

like-

they did my baBY SO GOOD

ANYGAYS-

Hyper boy loves PDA

Will hold you when he has the time to-

Loves to kiss you

Even when Akaashi tells him that it’s going against the school rules-

Loves the difference between your hand and his

The way your hand is so small compared to his

and soft

his hands are huge btw-

Loves to call you pet names 

Birdy, Baby bird, dove etc..

Lots of bird related ones-

Loves it when you go to practice and his games

His spikes will be on p o i n t 

You and Akaashi are buddies

You both have to deal with this hyper male-

Like Kuroo he loves your thighs

if the two of you are cuddling-

hands on thighs

and ass-

He loves to hold you-

Sends you good morning texts at six in the morning

and good night texts at nine pm

This man actually sleeps i think-

The team loves you

You raise bokuto from his lowest on the court.

Will state how much he loves you everyday

“Y/N I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK“

“Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THEN HINATA LOVES VOLLEYBALL“

yk?

Will get very whiny when you try to do something other then love him

Becomes depressed bokuto until you give him the love and affection he deserves.

Bokuto wasn’t at his best today at all. His spikes were off, his serves either hit the net or went out of bounce. Why, you might ask. well today you decided to get up early without waking up your boyfriend and go to school without waking him up. 

You walked into practice, scrolling threw something on your phone. Quickly looking up you gave the team a small smile before going to sit on the benches, your eyes going back to your phone. 

Bokuto let out another groan as you did’t give him a hug or a kiss or any type of affection. Akaashi soon caught on to what you were doing and marched over to where you were on the bench.

“Y/n-san stop ignoring bokuto-san,” the dark haired male said making you look up at his tall figure before giving him a small laugh. “how did you figure me out?” you asked while standing up and brushing your skirt. 

“Bokuto gets in his depressed mode when you ignore him,” The younger male stated before turning his body so you could see the spiked haired male whining.

You gave the second year a smile before walking over to your whining boyfriend. 

“kou are you alright?” you asked pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was hunched over. Golden hues locked into yours before Bokuto pulled you into his muscular chest.

“Are you done ignoring me?” his whispered as he nipped your ear.

“Yes sir“ you quietly responded, eyes darting around, making sure no one was looking at the two of you.

“that’s a good girl, now go over there and wait for me. You’ll get what you deserve after practice”

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Okay well we’re done for now with these headcanons- i started this in july and only finished it now-

anygays- I hope you enjoyed these and if you have characters you want me to write a scenario or headcanons. just ask!!

BTW DID YOU KNOW: Oikawa is taller then bokuto, but Bokuto weighs more. That ass got weight that Oikawa’s non-existent ass doesn’t have-

i love you guys💗

✨thank you for reading!!✨

#haikyuu headcanons #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #hq daichi #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #daichi headcanon #hq headcanons #hq captains

[jasontoddsbae]

Jealousy

Request for: @imaginationjunkie

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst?, smut

So this story has a little bit of body shaming. The reader feels insecure. I just want to let all of the wonderful men and ladies out there know that your body is perfect. You are beautiful. You are Individual and different..that makes you gorgeous. Big or small. Learn to love yourself a little more 🥺💜

"I have to give it to you..you kick major ass" spider compliment with a little giggle. Spider and red hood are platonic co-workers. She helps out on missions or joins Jason when she has nothing better to do. They had just kicked a group of armed thugs asses after tourching a massive crate of shipped drugs that were illegally transported to gotham.

"Oh yeah?" He teased with a sly smirk under his helmet

"Yeah..you do..and its very impressive. You're a badass" she grinned causing him to chuckle. He knew he was a badass but hearing someone call him it boosted his ego a little more.

"Yeah well..someone has to be the badass around here" he remarked in a cheeky tone

"Oh so you're saying I'm not a badass?" Spider pouted teasingly

"Maybe?" The childish pout on her face made Jason laugh. She walked towards him swaying her hips. Her suit was a skin tight black kevlar suit with a zip running down to her lower abdomen. She had a utility belt that held explosives and bullets for the guns that were strapped to her legs in holsters. Much like Jason she too used guns that contained rubber bullets. She wore a black eye mask much like the one Robin wears and red lipstick to make her lips stand out. Her dark hair was always kept in a high ponytail that swayed dramatically everytime she ran or jumped from building to building.

"So. I was thinking we go get lunch someday..yknow...to tighten this friendship more" she bit her lip and fluttered her eyes open and closed while looking a Jason. She stood there like a shy girl scared of rejection.

"Errr..well...*sigh* sure. Why not" he answered

"Yay!! Love ya, bestie" she jumped and ran over to jason in excitement wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head on his chest. Jason didn't say a word but he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a short meaningless hug.

" I *cough* I have to head home. I have a partner to be with" he released the hug and gave her a small smile under his helmet.

"O-oh. Right. Yeah. Sorry" Spider immediately felt a little bit of jealousy bubble inside of her but pushed it deep down. Y/N was a really nice women and her and Jason deserved each other but she couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. She always wanted to date Jason Todd. Who wouldn't? He was hot as fuck. He was a gentleman and he loved women. He was caring and very funny. She released a sigh and started to walk towards the edge of the building they were on

"I'll see ya around, partner" she turned to him giving him a smirk and a wink before jumping across the big gap to get to the other building and continued running.

"Partner. Pffft" Jason whispered to himself shaking his head lightly releasing a sigh. He grabbed his grappling gun and launched it at a tall building that was infront of the one he was on to head home.

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"Y/N! Baby I'm home" Jason called out climbing through the open window of their shared living room. It was Jasons apartment but 4 months in to Y/n and Jason's relationship they decided on living with each other. It was a great decision they both made. They cooked together. Danced together. Cuddled while watching movies. Showered together. Made love in their shared bed.. their relationship was perfect. Yes they argued but neither of them could stay mad at one another. It always ended up with them laughing at each other or their bodies ended against each other in deep need to apologise.

"I'm in here.." Y/n called just about loud enough for Jason to hear. Knowing something with off at the tone of her voice he made his way to their bedroom only to find Y/n laying in bed facing away from the bedroom door. It almost looked like she was asleep if it wasn't for her shoulders shaking a little

"Baby..whats wrong?" Jasons voice was soft despite the voice modulator in his helmet that he discarded only seconds after by pressing a button on the side that opened the helmet allowing him to pull it off his head and lightly placed it on the floor.

"Nothing, jay. Just come to bed. I missed you" you sniffled trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. It didn't work. Jason stood there with a saddened expression on his face, he hated seeing you upset. He began to strip off his armour bit by bit leaving it on the floor by his feet leaving him in white tommy hilfiger boxers.

"Baby please..whats wrong?" Jason moved to the bed slowly trying not to startle you. He pulled back the covers to find a cam pad on the bed. You used a special built tablet like device to watch jason on patrol to make sure he was ok because oh boy..he can be reckless when we wants or when you were missing him. The camera is connected to his lenses that are build in to his red hood helmet. It all clicked together in jasons mind why you were so upset

"Baby if this is about V/P/N..I'll cancel the lunch meeting she planned" he moved the cam pad and placed it on the night stand next to his side of the bed instantly climbing in to bed with you. He moved closer to your side and wrapped his right arm around your waist.

"No no..its not that.." you sniffled again and then released a sigh.

"Then what is it, beautiful?" He noticed a sob that escaped your throat when he called you that pet name and pulled your body closer towards his

"Its just.." you turned yourself around to face him, his hand never leaving your waist.."its just that she's..she's very attractive. You and I both know that, jay"

"No sh-" Jason tried to disagree with that statement but you interrupted

"Yes. You know she is, Jason..and her touching you and always finding ways to show off her figure to you doesn't help the feeling I have that I'm not good enough for you. She has the curves and the thin waist..the face too.." you felt another urge of sadness ripple through you but you tried your hardest not to let it show.

"Baby.." Jasons expression looked hurt but he also looks guilty. He knew he didn't do anything wrong but he couldn't help but feel guilty. "Baby you listen to me. You are the most attractive girl I've met! Those hips..those thick legs..your cute stomach..you are perfect"

His words had made you sob and a fresh load of tears started to stream down your face and he couldn't help but release a small sob too.

"I'm not beautiful, Jason. I'm far from it. L-look at you..you're handsome..only a blind would say different..a-and me? I'm unfit. I-i'm not even average"

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you talk shit about yourself. Y/n when I tell you that you are beautiful i mean it, ok? No matter how you view yourself I'm always going to be the one to shoot down that negativity and tell you otherwise. Now stop doubting your beauty, baby"

"J-" and with that he pressed his lips against yours surprising you a little but you instantly kiss back. When he pulls back for a little bit of air his eyes stare in to your e/c ones and gives you a reassuring smile and attaches his lips to yours again this time sliding his tongue againts your lips begging for an entrance. You glady accept and your tongues smack against each others causing you to moan.

"Mmmmm" you mumble in to the kiss. Jason squeezes your waist as a sign of arousal and flips himself on to his back taking you along with him gripping your waist and rolls you on top of him. Your covered pussy just inches away from sitting against his covered and slightly hard penis.

The wet noises of your heated makeout and occasional moans are the only thing heard in your bedroom. You Pulled back once more for air with a string of saliva connected to both of your mouths.

"Fuck" Jason moaned huskily. His pants were fully tented and he breaths were heavy. You pushed yourself back and planted yourself on jasons rock solid penis. You were sure that he was leaking through his boxers. The friction of your underwear and his against your soaked pussy make you moan quietly.

"Jay. I need you" you sounded so desperate. He left you breathless and needy in seconds.

"How much do you need me, baby girl?" He placed his large hands on your ass and grinded his hard-on against you causing your breath to hitch and for him to lightly bite his lip.

"Jay I'm soaked" you sounded so beggy but you didn't care. You needed him.

"Oh really?" One of his hands left your hip after your dirty words and made its way in to your shorts "No panties? Did you know this was going to happen?" His ring finger and middle finger slipped against your dripping entrance..teasingly parting your lips and spreading your wetness.

"Mmm you're right. Your cunt is dripping. Who made you like that, baby? Who makes your pussy wet?" His fingers continued to play with your pussy. He dragged them to rub them against your clit causing you to jolt and moan.

"Y-you do. You do, baby boy" you released another moan as he teased your pussy a little more

"Thats right. Me" and with that..he plunged his ring and middle finger deep inside of your pussy. He wasted no time trusting them in and out of you

"Jayyyy" your hands scratched at his shoulders at the pleasure making him groan. His fingers sped up inside of you. His hand slapping against your skin, the squelch of your wet pussy, your moans and jasons heavy groans echo throughout your apartment.

"Jay I'm so close" you moaned, nails gripping in to his flesh a little deeper. "Yes..yeess I'm gonna cum"

"Oh no you're not..not yet, baby" Jasons hand stopped moving and he discarded his fingers out of your pussy

"Jason what the fuck" you snapped but not aggressive. You were disappointed that he didn't let you finish.

"I want you to cum on my cock. Would you like that?" his words made your whimper once more.

"Y-yes. Yes please" you begged. You pressed yourself againts Jason making him groan quietly.

"Good girl. Take off your clothes" He planted a slap on your ass and you immediately rid of your shorts and the tight fitted vest you were wearing throwing them in the direction near the window. Your nipples immediately harden at the cold exposure and your hands went to play with your boobs. You stood on your knees and moved up so your pussy was hovering above Jasons abs so he could take of his boxers which he did and flung them to where his other clothes were.

You were pinching your nipples that caused you to moan. As soon as jason placed his hands on your hips one more you moved back to your previous spot. He then moved his hand to his face and spat on his hand and brought it to his cock..pumping it a few times to lubricate it. Your hand then took over and slowly pumped the base while lining it up to meet your entrance.

You raise your hips and slowly sink down on his cock causing both of you to release dragged out moans. Once you had bottomed out you place your hands on his very defined chest and started to bounce with the help of his hands on your hips guiding you.

"Mmm jasonnn" you moan at the feeling of his large cock filling you so nicely reaching every spot inside of you that pretty much none of your boyfriends before ever explored.

"You feel so good, gorgeous. Shit!" You continue to bounce, your ass slapping against his meaty thighs. Your tits bounce along with the jiggle of your ass and Jason sits up to latch on to one of your nipples as you fuck yourself on to him throwing your head back

"Ohh babyy your cock feels so good! You're so big!" You release a cry as he pleasures your body. "Keep sucking my tits baby" you stop bouncing for a short minute and you plant your feet on to the mattress while you squat in jasons lap. Your new position causes your pussy to clamp down on his cock as it pushes him deeper inside if you and you begin to grind on his cock

"Ohhhhhhh red! Oh jay!!" He releases a nipple to moan out at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy rapidly fucking his cock

"mmmMMMM yeeees. Juuuuuust like that. Keep going" he moans against your chest

"OoooOOOHH YEAAAAH! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Jay!" You scream as you fuck him at full power. His right travels down to your lower abdomen and starts to powerfully rub your clit in harsh circles

"aaaHHHHH JASON! jason! Fuck! I'm gonna cum baaaaby!!" Your pussy starts to clamp on to him again and in the matter of seconds your body gives out and you begin to cum.

All your body allowed you to do was scream. You couldn't even talk at how good you were feeling you screamed through your orgasm and soon felt jason cum inside of you

"Y/n!!!! Shiiiiiit!" His body shakes as he fills you with his seed. His moans and cries were to die for.

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Moments after you both managed to come down from your highs you collapsed on top of jason and snuggled close to his chest. You were worm out from all of the crying you did before he fucked you and the sex. The sex you two had always left you drained.

"Mmm I love you, jay" you said sleepily giving him a light kiss on the chest.

"I love you too, beautiful. Don't put yourself down like that again, ok?" He tangled his hand in your hair and rubbed your scalp making you drift off to sleep. Jason smiles to himself and closes his eyes, hands still working on your scalp until he too joined you in dreamland...

I'm sorry it took so long 🥺

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut

[valeskakingdom]

Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Requested by @violentvaleska

For sure!! But again I gonna split this part in 2 because I noticed it would have been too long instead ahaha. I try to hurry with part 4!! Honestly, it's really cool to write oneshots!

And here it is:

Jerome x female reader (part 3)

Warning: mention of sex, depression and death

Word count: 3459

Gift credit: @jokersbabe27

"And here is our bedroom!" Jerome opened another wooden door and lead you into it.

You were irritated by his assertion 'our bed'. You weren't a couple or something. He just kidnapped and called you his property.

You examined the room. White pained walls, claret velvet curtains, a king size bed with while pillows and blankets, and some furnishungs. It didn't look that bad, much better than your little apartment.

"It's...pretty." You gave him a short smile hoping he would believe your faked comfortableness.

Actually you didn't feel well about that. You were around lunatics who either killed or are people...and you, you were the only sane one. You were clearly a victim for them. Sooner or later they would cause you problems.

You started to think about all the cruel things they could do to you in case, Jerome was not there: they could scare you away, haunt you for fun, or...leaving their sexual needs out on you. It was horrible, you literally lived in hell now.

The worse part was on it: you would be a loner if Jerome was gone. A nobody. Nobody would help you. Hell, they'd probably just mock at you that Jerome's property was just an anxious fool and that they couldn't understand what Jerome liked about you so much - you didn't even understand it. You were just a one off.

"But uhm...Jerome?" You turned to him.

"Yes, doll?" Jerome gave you a wide smile glaring at you with his big blue eyes.

"I need clothes... And all my clothes are in my apartment and-..." You knew you couldn't go back.

Not because of him and all your feelings for him- oh no, you wished you could go to your friend to forget the moment where Jerome frightened you to death. His permanent mood changes exhausted you a lot. On your way to his hostage, he made everyone clear that you were his property. No one was allowed to touch you nor to talk to you...They weren't even allowed to look at you. It was crazy. You should just belong to him, he was literally crazy about you.

So yeah, you couldn't go. If you went away, he'd chase you...and if he caught you, you'd probably end up dead.

"You don't need your old clothes, doll." He walked to one of the shelves and opened it: Lacy underwear, seemingly expensive but nice dresses, and some shirts with pants filled it.

"Uhm-..." Before you could say anything, you were interrupted by an older man in a black tuxedo and yelled dark brown hair.

You knew this man: Theo Galavan, the one coming into office of Gotham's major.

But what does he have to do with all the lunatics? And why were they living in his tower? It confused you a lot. In the TV, he seemed to be a good guy. Rich, clever, apparently cared Zabout all citizen's wealth. He wanted to safe the city, or even makes it a better place for everyone.

Your feeling told you though, he was the total opposite: a villain who wants to reign over Gotham.

Why else would he keep lunatics in his tower?! You thought.

"Jerome," Theo Galavan slowly stepped forward with a grin in his face, his hands were folded into each other "I see, you show our new guest her new hostage." He turned to you "I'm Theo Galavan, call me Theo."

"(Y/n)." You gave him a nervous smile.

"I'm sorry, you've been arrived during such ordinary circumstances." He placed his hand on his chest "It wasn't planned to scare you away. But I think we both know Jerome's little tick for an overdramatic show, don't we?"

"O-ohhh, yeah, uhm... it's... it's fine?...yeah," You stammered a little while trying "It was uhm... adventurous." You chuckled nervously completely ignoring his little question.

"Indeed," Theo chuckled darkly rubbing his palms, then he walked a few steps to Jerome and whispered something in his ear. You couldn't understand what he was saying though. You just felt uncomfortable about two people talking behind your back but right in front of you. You just could see Jerome nodding with a grin as both looked at each other. Something was wrong, that you can tell.

"Anyways," Theo turned around with a smile in his face "I leave you two alone now. Some privacy should be appropriated. It was a pleasure to meet you (Y/n) and welcome home." He shut the door and left our room before you could say anything.

"That guy's amazing, did I tell you? If you know him, you'll understand me. He's a big authority and-..."

"What did he tell you?" You interrupted him giving him a stern look "It was about me, wasn't it?" You didn't know where you've got that brave from. Maybe because you were a little scared about what exactly Theo whispered into Jerome's ear?

"I really hate it when some interrupts me..." Jerome grumbled giving you a death stare, his bearing was cramped and he clenched his fists; it looked like he was about to kill you every minute "It's very impolite to interrupt someone, don't you think?"

You couldn't say anything so you just nodded quickly in panicking and fear. More and more you just wanted to go home. You wished you never took the bus to your friend, instead you just could've ask them to hook you up then you wouldn't have been here.

You really didn't want to live like that: being frightened from your oh so called partner because he could kill you every time you were doing a mistake in his eyes.

"Good," but then his death stare and cramped bearing faded instantly and as always he gave you a warm smile "Now to answer your question..." Jerome grabbed your waist pulling you close to him, his nails were dug in your skin that it almost hurt a little "He and I made a little deal before I...you know...kidnapped you."

"And what for a deal?" You frowned confused.

"You should stay here telling nobody about him keeping me and the others here and so on...because if not he kills you." He chuckled louldy "Isn't that fun? He really thinks he can kill you."

You widened your eyes in shock and fear. You hoped you haven't heard it right. Theo will kill you if you lose any word about this here? You won't be able to go back to your home? To message your friends? Nothing?

More and more you felt like a prisoner...and more and more you felt like an object than a human. You were pressured, they decided everything for you... practically your only task was to entertain Jerome...however he wanted it.

"Don't worry, doll, he won't even dare to lay a finger on you." Jerome grabbed your cheeks softly and leaned his forehead against yours, his lips hovered over yours "Because I am the boss. Really no one wants me to be mad because you know... they'll end up dead."

He pressed his lips on yours roughly, his grip on your cheeks tightened. His tongue slipped into your mouth while he nibbled on your lower lip. You let out a little moan in arousal. As if it was a reflex you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jerome's hands wandered down; along your breasts what made you shiver and gasp, his hands stopped at your waist.

"I almost forgot the feeling when I touch your soft lips doll." Jerome interrupted the kiss and let out a sigh in arousal throwing his head back.

You blushed hard, a slight giggle escaped your lips.

With this kiss, Jerome calmed you down a lot. It let you remind of that one special night again: the butterflies in your stomach, the happiness... You could say, for a short moment you almost forgot about his craziness and him being a murderer.

On the other hand, you still felt strange about the whole thing. A criminal was obsessed with you, his obsession was that big that no one was allowed to do anything with you...and also that you couldn't go back to your friends... You didn't like it at all. Your friends were more important to you than Jerome. You knew them for years and him... You've just met once.

Jerome kissed you again deeply, then he made his way down your jawline to your neck. You let out a little moan as he kissed started to suck on your sweet spot. His hands travelled under your shirt up to your bra clip to open it. You unbottoned his shirt and ripped it off his body while he tugged your bra from your body. You felt him biting your neck, first slightly then harder. It hurt a little and you knew that you'd be marked sooner or later - but you didn't mind. You knew what was coming right now. It was exactly like the first time you two had sex.

Jerome ripped your shirt off from your body and then stopped every single actions. He was eyes you, he stared at every little part of your body. He was like a wild animal staring at its prey and just waited for the perfect moment to catch it.

It made you shiver, but you loved it anyhow. It was very new but you could get used to it.

"Oh, how I missed that view," Jerome bit his lip with lust still viewing your whole body "Time to make up that whole year."

Jerome grabbed you by your waist and literally threw you into the king size bed right behind you. He was so eager to rip your clothes from your body to feel all this pleasure he has felt one year ago. He wanted to feel your soft skin on his, to hear you moans every time he thrusted into you, he wanted to be into you. He couldn't wait for it, so violently he unbottoned your jeans literally ripped them off your body.

You blushed hard. You were excited, surprised, but still you felt uncomfortable. You wondered whst was happening now. Does he expect any dirty kinks from you? Calling him daddy? Any pet names? Or other ordinary kinks?

You hoped for the best, you hoped nothing would have changed and you could just go on.

Jerome grabbed your face again and kissed you deeply nibbling on your lower lip. While that he pulled down your panties and inserted a finger into your cunt. You let out a sharp moan and your hips bucked quickly through the strong intensity of him hitting your sweet spot. You couldn't help but digging you nails in the sheets of his bed and arching your back as he speeded up.

He was rougher with you than before, almost violently. It hurt and was fast but it felt so good at the same time. You started liking it even more than the soft stuff one year ago. Your pleasure was stronger and him being rough kind of turned you on.

Jerome inserted another finger into your wet entrance what let you moan a little louder and your hips bucked.

Jerome curled up his fingers inside you harder and faster what made you moan louder. You grabbed the sheets of the bed tight to handle this big amount of pleasure.

Your back arched as he hit your g spot for another time. There again, you had this incredible feeling, all the upcoming pleasure in your body caused you a cribbing feeling in your abdomen that spread through your limbs up to your shoulders - this time it was much more intense though. Your core was aching and you became needy for his cock. Indeed, you were well pleasured but you want more. You wanted him to bury his member inside of you, filling up every inch of your cunt, making you scream and cum over and over again.

All your sorrows and worries disappeared all of a sudden. You didn't do anything for it; You just had eyes for Jerome and how he'd make you done undome several times. You didn't care about whether the others would hear you or not, you didn't care whether you'd rip the sheets apart or vice versa. You didn't care about anything.

You bit your lip in pleasure after you let out a loud moan as you noticed you were close.

Jerome pressed his thumb on your clit while continuing to pleasure you making you gasp. Your moans became louder and it became harder to hold them back. They way he did it just made you feel so good.

"Close already, huh?" Jerome pressed his thumb harder on your clit rubbing it in circling motions "Come for me, doll." His eyes kept staring on you. He loved hearing you moan his name through all the pleasure he was giving you. It aroused him much more than usual. He missed you and all this - he really did. The things that happened in his cell were nothing compared to you.

"Ahh fuck!" Right after he finished his sentence you released yourself with a lot cry.

The sweat was dripping down your forehead, you breathed heavy and uneven, and your legs were shaking and felt weak.

It was amazing for you. You admitted to yourself how much you missed this and you now remembered how good he made you feel.

With his strength, Jerome turned you around on your stomach waisting no time.

You blushed hard being a little worried about what's coming next.

"On all four, kitten." You blushed harder and did what he said. You felt a little strange with that nickname, it was very new to you, and honestly you would have never expected that from Jerome. His first impression to was him being a soft guy who rather prefers the normal way of how sex goes like...and generally, he didn't seem to be a dominant and rough guy.

You heard him walking a few steps backwards taking something. You were a little afraid what was coming now. You were afraid that he was taking a knife or other kind of weapons to do with you some dirty acts.

"My, my, my...You have such a beautiful body, you know that kitten?" Suddenly you felt something cold and sharp wandering down your spine. It made you shiver and gasp. You knew it was a knife and you just waited until Jerome started to hurt you "How many boys might have touched you when I was absent?"

"N-no one...w-where-...." You stammered in fear hoping nothing bad will happen. You didn't know where he's got that from suddenly. Was he jealous? Was he 'scared' that you could have a boyfriend and that he needs to make a plan to kill him?

"You really want me to believe that?" Jerome unbottoned his jeans and grabbed your waist violently inserting his dick into your wet entrance "It sounds a little surreal, don't you think? Who would not betray a blood-thirsty and cold-hearted murderer who's busted in Arkham?"

He didn't move though. Instead he pulled pulled on your hair tight that your head fell back what are you moan again. But instantly, your breathe hitched as you felt a cold and sharp knife pressed on your throat. Now you were scared, almost panicking. You hoped he didn't slit your throat.

"You know, I'm not a fan telling me a lie." He pressed the knife harder against your throat. You cut feel how the sharp blade cut your thin skin. Your body shivered in fear, your pulse was running and your breath was uneven. It felt like every minute could be your last one, it was just a matter of time until he killed you.

"I-I would n-never lie to you." You stammered quickly "H-honestly, I j-just though about y-you..." It was the truth. You really did. The whole year where Jerome was gone you didn't even think of dating a boy or of a simple one off. You were too much stuck in your thoughts about him, how he was doing, what he has become...

"Is that so?" Jerome didn't really sound convinced what let you panicking more.

"Y-yes," You gulped because you knew what you had to say now: you had to say you liked him "You J-Jerome...the l-last year was...i-it was hard for me b-because-..."

"Because?" You felt how the blade was pressed deeper in your skin and slightly moved to make a longer cut in your throat.

"Well," You gasped as Jerome stopped moving the blade "I-I....like y-you..."

This was not completely true but not completely wrong, as well. You did like him, but the old him more. You weren't scared of the old Jerome, you liked him being soft and kind...not frightening with this permanent changing behavior.

He said nothing at first, you could just feel his grin against your ear.

He put the blade aside what let you sigh in relief. You calmed down a little seeing the blade on the floor.

"I know, doll." His head moved from your ear, his hands were both placed on your waist.

And again, he started to thrusted violently into your wet entrance. You swore with a loud moan and arched your back.

Immediately, Jerome speeded up permanently pushing you against him to drill his member deeper into your cunt. His nails were dug into your waist what made you biting your lip.

Your whole body felt weak with every thrust he did into you. You body shivered slightly through this overwhelming pleasure. Every thrust hurt more, each of your moans became louder. Your nails were dug into the sheets of the bed deeply but still the pleasure he was giving you was too much. You couldn't handle it.

You moaned louder, almost uncontrollably, then your body gave in and you slightly collapsed in the bed.

Jerome though didn't waist no time - he kept drilling his member into you, grabbed your hair and pulled you upwards by your hair again.

"Oh my God, Jerome!" You cried out in pleasure while your legs shivered.

"So eager for my cock, you little slut, aren't we?" Jerome grunted and speeded up a third time.

You moaned louder, almost screamed. You felt how your walls clenched against his cock - you were close. You didn't know whether you could hold it back. It all was too much for you. You felt a knot in your stomach that was built up. It hardened with every thrust Jerome did.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-...!" You almost screamed digging your nails deeper in the sheets of the bed as you came. You couldn't even finish your sentence. With a few more thrusts, Jerome came as well.

You both collapsed on the bed. He still laid on you not even pulling out his member.

Silence filled the room for a while, just your gasps for air broke it here and there.

You felt Jerome's warm breathe on your skin every time he breathed out.

You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying this half broken silence.

Many thoughts crashed in your head together:

You told Jerome that you liked him and he surely will take advantage of it. Maybe he wants to force you to violent things like shooting at people or hurting them otherwise? And every time, you refuse he'd tell you stupid stuff like but I thought you like me, doll. You kinda regret what you said because you knew it will have consequences.

Another point would be his now increasing obsession and possessiveness towards you. Now he had the final proof that you wanted to be his and no one could ruin him that. He could call you his property because you liked him which meant for him: you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be his queen of Gotham, you wanted to spread chaos with him. Everyone else was his rival.

But then you thought that on the other hand, it was okay to be his. Everyone knew crazy Jerome could probably be so no one wanted him to be mad, as he said. And so nothing would happen to you.

"Even better than the first time" Jerome rolled off of you staring at the ceiling for a while while taking deep breathes.

"I agree," You slightly chuckled.

"And doll, " Jerome grabbed your cheeks pressing his face against yours that his lips hovered over yours "Never forget who you belong to. We don't want things turning out bad, do we?"

"N-no." You shook your head fast.

"Good...because you're mine."

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Do You Hear What I Hear? // Ashton Irwin

Day 2 of Hoe For The Hoe-lidays! Thanks to everyone who read/shared/yelled at us for yesterday’s offerings and if you missed out, all stories posted so far are linked in the event masterlist below. Cass has already posted her 🥵 Cal blurb for the day over on @cal-puddies​​ so be sure and check that out too!

This might be my fav that I’ve written for the week and I’m excited to hear what y’all think! 

Warnings: Sneaky, sleepy, sweet Boyfriend!Ash lovin’ on Christmas morning. Unprotected sex within an established relationship. 

Word Count: 1585

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"Baby…" He whispers, voice cautious, reprimanding. “What if someone saw you?!”

You invite yourself into his bed and despite his hesitation, he instinctively wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. "Ash, it's the middle of the night, no one's awake to see me. And I missed you," you reassure him, voice muffled against the waffled fabric of his shirt.

When you called your mom to confirm plans for your Christmas visit, you can't say you were surprised to hear her casually but pointedly mention that your room was ready and they'd also cleared out the guest room for Ashton.

Your parents had always been old-fashioned and while you often found it endearing, lying in bed by yourself instead of snuggling your boyfriend in the early morning hours of Christmas had you questioning that sentiment.

After hours of tossing and turning, you impulsively made your way to the guest room, impressing yourself with how well you remember from your youthful days of sneaking around which floorboards are the creaky ones.

He presses his lips to your forehead. "Missed you too, baby. Hard to sleep without you," he confesses. "Can't remember the last night we weren't in the same bed, can you?"

You answer as you burrow yourself further into his side and he quietly chuckles at how unintelligible it is. He gently pokes you and you squeak, peeking out at him. "I said probably not since your last tour and that was over a year ago," you point out. "Even the nights I manage to get back to my place, you end up coming with me. For such an intellectual, you really don't know how to take a hint."

Ash gives an offended "hey!" and grabs you by the waist to roughhouse with you; in your playful scuffle, the legs of his silk pajama pants ride up slightly and your cold skin brushes against him. "JESUS woman, your legs are ice, what the fuck?!" He whisper-shouts in disbelief.

You pull a face at him. “I’m wearing shorts because I’m used to sleeping next to your radiator ass so technically my ice legs are your fault. Thus it’s your job to warm me up, dude,” you declare.

Even in the dark you can see the grin spreading across his face. “Oh, I’ll warm you up,” he mutters under his breath. You giggle as he brushes his hand across your face to kiss you slowly and softly. He murmurs against your lips, “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Couldn’t let you spend the night alone, 'specially not on Christmas," you coo. You turn to your side to snuggle into him and smirk to yourself when you’re greeted by his stiff cock poking your ass. “Mmm, here I was thinking you were being sweet but it turns out you’re just happy that now you won’t have a blue Christmas.”

You feel your hair blow off your face as he exhales a laugh. “I was asleep! Give me a break,” he chuckles, nudging you forward. “And not to place blame anywhere besides nature, but you have been wiggling around quite a bit since you got in here.”

You shoot a pout over your shoulder. “I’m trying to stay warm, it’s cold!”

“Then wear pants! Oh my god,” he snickers into your shirt, pulling the neckline over with his teeth just enough for him to kiss the back of your shoulder. “Nice work on the blue balls joke by the way: subtle, holiday themed, good stuff.”

You grin as you grind against him, enjoying the sensation of him hard between your cheeks. “Oh but baby, there is nothing funny about this,” you sigh, feeling yourself get more and more turned on with each roll of your hips.

Ashton’s touch feels searingly hot in the cold air as his hand glides across your neck to tilt your chin for a kiss. It’s slow, needy and sensual, just like all your favorite morning encounters with him. His hand sneaks underneath your long sleeve tee, dancing across your stomach before shooting up to tug at your nipples. You continue moving against him until you can’t help yourself any longer and you reach behind you to squeeze him through his pajamas.

He groans into your mouth and nibbles gently at your bottom lip. “You sure, baby?” He asks quietly.

You stroke him through his pants, eyes clouding with arousal. “They won’t be awake for hours,” you promise him. He first makes a displeased noise when you stop touching him, then a hungry one when he sees you stripping off your bottoms. He pulls himself out of his pants while you settle back in.

He moves in closer behind you and you lean into him, reaching between your legs to grab his cock; you grind on it a little more, coating him with your wetness before pushing him slowly inside you.

You twist slightly so you can capture his mouth in a kiss, hoping to muffle the satisfied sighs you're dying to make. He sinks in further and further and by the time he's buried inside you, you're panting into his mouth and his hands are back under your shirt, gripping your breasts maybe a little rougher than intended, you just feel that damn good he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Feel so full from this angle, fuck," you whisper, choking back a whine.

Ash begins to move and you both quietly gasp at how intense it is. After a few thrusts, he adjusts your legs slightly, bringing one back over his, opening you up more. "Too tight like that, baby, was gonna be over way too quick," he explains gruffly.

He rocks into you and you whimper at how deep he's able to hit now. "Not gonna be very long for me regardless, babe," you admit, sliding your hand inside his sleeve to dig your nails into the skin of his forearm.

"Oh yeah? All the sneaking around get you going?" He teases, dragging your earlobe between his teeth.

You start moving your hips along with him, hoping the extra movement doesn’t increase the noise level too much. “Honestly, maybe,” you giggle. “How’s it feel knowing I’m willing to blow up an entire holiday for your dick?”

“You said you missed me,” he protests in mock offense. A small pinch stings your ass and you giggle even more. “Thought you wanted to cuddle, turns out you were trying to get laid.”

“You’ve spoiled me, can’t even go one night without having your cock put me to sleep,” you reply cheekily, clenching around him just to hear his reaction.

The strained groan that results satisfies you more than you anticipated. “Gonna get us both in trouble,” he huffs, grabbing on to your leg for leverage as he pumps into you faster. “Can’t have the whole family knowing what their precious baby girl is really up to.”

Your hand trails down your body to find your clit and you massage it briskly, in time with his thrusts. “Your baby girl now,” you reply. Your remark gets a belabored growl out of him as you expected but it's your own moans that ring out through the stillness of the bedroom.

Ashton shushes you, hand flying to cover your mouth; if you’re being honest, both of these things only turn you on more and his hand muffles another series of cries. “Come on, baby, need you to cum for me before you wake everyone up,” he encourages you, grunting himself as he feels your pussy flutter.

You try your hardest to keep your whines in but he hits your spot in exactly the way you need and a few escape your lips as your body tenses and you pulse around his cock; you feel his hand clasp tighter over your mouth and you swear it sends another wave of tremors through you.

His breath is frantic and heavy against your skin as he fucks you through it; you’re squeezing him so tightly you’re surprised he’s still able to move inside you. He buries his face in your hair, weakly murmuring your name as his rhythm stutters and he fills you with cum.

You reach up to stroke his hair and he lazily pecks along your neck as you both come down. The mood is quiet but affectionate as he quickly helps you clean up but you’re a little surprised he doesn’t object when you climb back under the covers with him instead of heading back to your room.

“Wanna sleep in here with you,” you explain, sighing in relief as his arms envelop you once more. “I’ll leave before anyone’s up, don’t worry.”

“Whatever you think, baby,” Ash responds sleepily, squeezing your shoulder.

“Oh now that you got it in, you don’t care what happens anymore? I see,” you tease, playfully pushing a cold foot under his pant leg.

He snorts. “You snuck over to come on to me, icy girl,” he shoots back. “Lucky for me, at least there’s one part of you that’s still warm.” He pinches your inner thigh, just in case you didn’t get his point.

You gasp in mock horror, “Disrespecting your own girlfriend in her family home on Christmas?” You jab his side repeatedly until he pins your wrists to your chest and kisses you sweetly.

“I’m glad we got to have our own little holiday,” he whispers. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You smile as you snuggle into him, eyes feeling heavier by the second. “Merry Christmas, Ash.”

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stop moving | d.h

you do diego’s eyeliner. 2k words.

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NOTES: gender neutral. long haired diego. i don’t know why i’m writing this and i kinda hate it lol, i rarely write this sort of thing but y’know. i’m going to check all messages, notifs & messed gems in the morning, i’m really only posting this and ghosting again, bc i know otherwise i’ll never do it. and y’know, i want to feel productive about something. take care folks <3

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"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP MOVING?!”

Hot breath stings your trembling fingers as Diego huffs a laugh; it’s barely a sound, a mumble of a chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through your body and hit your hand and it almost does you in. You almost just give up and confess your undying attraction, right then and there. And as though you need more contact, even more of him pressing against you, egging you closer to the precipice that will surely be your infatuated doom. 

“You’re the one who asked to do this, you don’t get to complain.”

“Well, you wanted it. You agreed to this!”

“I--” another exhale against your hand, another peal of laughter following shortly. You've half a mind to clamp his mouth shut with it, if it wouldn’t ignite yet another ill-thought fantasy of yours. “This was still your idea.”

Your smile buds and blooms despite your brain begging your lips to be still. You can’t help it; he’s too good at weaseling into the cracks of your composure. One look, one soft chuckle and you’re set for life. It doesn’t help that you’re basically on his lap, cradling his face in your hands like he’s a baby, and his own fingers tap-tap-tap away on your hips, creating a rhythm no one else but you can make out. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t totally cracked yet, this close and this personal.

“Shut your eyes.”

“They are shut.”

“No they’re not!” you poke lightly at the fluttering lids. Your lip snags on your bottom lip; a poor attempt to hide a giggle. “I can’t do this with your eyes open.”

“D'aww…” his lids shut as he groans. “So I’m just supposed to sit here? Let you draw on my face in total darkness?”

You click your tongue, half in disapproval in his exaggeration, and half because you’ve won yet again against his stubbornness. “I won’t be long. Suck it up.”

“Sure. Y’know, I have siblings; I know how long it takes them to do makeup, and-”

“-stop moving, asshole!” Your free hand tugs ever lightly on a strand of hair, one of the many that’s slipped out of his ponytail. Repressed thoughts flash in sultry red across your thoughts and you swallow, quickly letting the hair go. “I-I need you to stay still, or this will take forever.”

Diego sighs and his grip tightens around your hips. Before you know it, he’s moving you. “Then stop wriggling,” he grumbles, flattening you against his legs. You’re basically straddling him, at that point, and your mind goes absolutely blank at how much more intimate this feels. Does he notice? Or is this just another friendly motion you’re yet again reading into?

Your mouth tastes of cotton balls and it’s dry as an Arizona summer. Still, you manage an ‘okay’ before readying your pen again. All you can hope for is a steady hand, though by the way he still holds your waist, and how your mouth lingers mere inches from his lips -- well, you’re coming undone.

It’s just eyeliner, you tell yourself. Your hand rises and swipes; black begins to pool its deep colour against his lashes, low and thin. The line builds taller, thicker as you work, extending out to the corner of his eye. As he breathes, and you try to remind yourself how to, the eyeliner pen works its shaky magic and draws the slightest tinge of a wing against his skin. 

“How’s it going?”

At least he’s kind enough to mumble it, though his face still shifts under your hold. Once more your tongue clicks. 

“It goes better when you don’t speak.”

He swallows his laugh; you know, because you feel his throat work as you hold his head steady. It’s strange and exhilarating, to be so close and still so far away. You want to cradle his cheeks gentler, to hold his face with the heart of a lover, but you’re terrified he’ll recognise your touch and realise your feelings. So you barely touch him and remind yourself to be professional about this.

It’s eyeliner, not a rom-com.

“I’m bored,” he whisper whines. 

“Shh.”

“It’s too quiet.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, patting his cheek gently. “M’working.”

“Y/N...”

You pull away and sit back on his thighs. His left eye doesn’t look half bad, but if he keeps talking… “You can’t talk, ‘else it’s gonna look bad!”

“Then you talk!”

You baulk. “What?”

“I’ll be quiet,” he swears, pouting up to you with eyes still shut, “but please, say something before I lose my mind.”

“Well, I-I-what about?”

“I don’t know. Anything.” He smiles softly. “I like hearing you talk. Don’t care what about.”

You could die right then and there. It’s a simple compliment, it’s really the bare minimum, but you’re already head over heels. And just a couple of soft spoken works are all you need to do you in and nearly keel you over, still straddling his muscular thighs.

“Uh…” you cough, forcing out the giddy tremble that threatens to take your voice. No lovesick teen voice today, thank you very much. “Okay. I don’t have much to...well, the other day, I saw my coworker totally wipe out leaving work.” You pause, expecting some reply, but he stays silent. “And he... he ate so much shit, he might as well dunked his head in a gas station toilet. And - and you know, normally I’d try to sympathise, but when you always make a point to park in my parking spot, I don’t care. Brett’s such an ass. And I don’t blame him, cause he’s got an asshole name -- Brett can’t be anything else but an asshole. So it's his parents fault probably but still, I…”

You continue on, slipping from the topic of your coworker to the free muffin you got with your coffee last week, to the prospects of buying a pet to keep your apartment less lonely, and to what probably felt like a thousand and one things ranted at him. All the while your hands continue, making neat work of a task that had just felt impossible.

And miraculously, aside from a chuckle thrown now and then, Diego stays silent. Maybe he actually means it. Maybe he does like your voice -- or he’s so bored he’s falling asleep, you don’t know. But it’s okay, you don’t let yourself linger on that, too content with taking in his relaxed features and the gentleness of the afternoon sun on the two of you.

“Aaaand….there!” With a triumphant shout, you throw the eyeliner to the side and your hands plunge towards the sky, fist-pumping like you’d just won the lottery. Your body bounces up and down on his lap like a child meeting Santa; in your excitement, you barely notice. “You’re done!”

“That’s it?”

“Yup.” You grabble for a mirror, looking away from him for a moment as you reach for the handle. Wiping it off, you’re focused solely on making sure the glass is clean enough for him to see himself in, and your brain is distracted enough to totally forget what you’ve even done, enough so when you look up, all you have is,

“Oh.”

Look, you know Diego is an attractive man. You’ve known since the day you met; he’s a beautiful guy, a handsome asshole who wormed his way into your befuddled heart before you could even learn his name. He’s pretty enough that if he wasn’t so set on his weird vigilante career, he could probably shoot for being a damn supermodel. He’s a catch! But all those years of knowing that and feeling like that could not prepare you for the sight in front of you.

Diego squints at you, cocking his head. “Is it okay?”

“I…” Delicate black lines his upper lash line, making his deep brown eyes stand out even more. He’s smiling still, full lips curving up to only make your heart pound faster. A strand of his hand falls across his face, painting the gentlest of shadows but it doesn’t bother his pretty face. “I...no, no, yea-ah…”

“Wow,” he laughs, jabbing a finger into your side. “Eloquent.”

“I-I-shut up,” you stammer. You force the mirror into his hands and look away. You’re still on his lap, still straddling his lap and the logical part of your brain begs you to get it together and fall off, already. But the stupid, foolish, absolutely idiotic part leaves you paralysed. “Just look for yourself.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for him in the silence. There’s nothing, though, for achingly painful seconds, until the mirror shifts down. “Huh.”

“Huh, good? Or bad?” 

“I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Really? What’s wrong?”

“It’s not bad,” he assures you, his smile evident in his tone. “Just different. Don’t know how to feel about it.”

“O-oh...well, if it makes you feel better, I think it looks great.”

“You do?”

Oh, dammit. That came out with way too much enthusiasm, didn’t it? Your legs are concrete as you shift, face angled towards the floor. Hopefully he’s strong enough to push you off him when your body literally catches flame from humiliation. 

“You look good man,” he mocked back to you. But he’s grinning, egging you on like a child who knows he’s got you twisted around his pinky finger. “Come on, say it like you don’t have a gun to your head!”

And maybe you do, maybe you’re holding the revolver to your temple, just asking to get screwed if you dare speak beyond the most stilted compliment you’ve ever extended to someone. He’s a friend, you remind yourself; friends are allowed to compliment the other. They’re allowed to say they look good and not make it a thing, even if they wish it was a thing, and--

“--hey? You in there?”

“Sorry,” you say to the floor. You swear a thousand curses before looking back to Diego. And, yeah -- he still looks impossibly good. The ageing afternoon sun falls just perfectly against his skin, flushing him into the being of a god, standing in your apartment while you, a mere mortal, remains stuck to his thick thighs.

You gulp in air desperately, trying to catch your gaze on something, anything else -- but nothing sticks. He’s still there, inches from you, desperately aching for you to stare at.

“No, uh, yeah. You look - you look hot.”

Wait.

That wasn’t--

“-I look hot?”

That isn’t what you were supposed to say.

“I,” you have literally nothing to save yourself. This is the end! You’re young Leo and Rose is shoving you off the door and into the icy waters, and you’ve just got one last look at pretty Diego to satiate the freezing burn before you succumb to it. “I...wasn’t...that wasn’t what I meant.”

He has no right to look so smug. But he does it anyway. He leans away from your hands as they flutter through the air on their own accord, looking at you through half-lidded pools of caramel. “You don’t think I look hot?”

“Don’t,” you warn, with little strength behind it. “Don’t twist my words.”

“I’m just asking.”

He leans back in. You’re almost touching again. 

Is this weird? This is definitely weird.

You swallow back the lump in your throat and stare back at him. This all feels like fifth grade all over again -- awkward, sticky and like every move is the wrong move. But you can’t stop yourself from playing into his hands, because that sly, shameful part of you wants this more than will ever be admitted. You want him to look at you like this, like you could hang the stars if he asked you to...and you want him to pull you closer, as he does, and mean it.

Could he?

“Would you hate me? If I thought you looked hot?”

Diego head cocks to the side as he seemingly contemplates your words. A nudge meets your side; you look down to see his hands once again reaching for you. Though it's on their own accord this time, gently landing on your left hip, then the right. You shiver.

“That depends,” he says slowly. His eyes narrow, black wings just barely crinkling in. “D’you mean it like, ‘oH, that’s so-oo hot, woW-’”

Your laugh is hardly a whisper. It cracks even before your lips. “Come on.”

“Or, do you…” his fingers dig in a little more. They nudge at the fabric of your top, daring it to move enough so they could cradle the flesh hidden underneath. “You mean it the other way?”

Heart in throat, all the courage you can possibly muster with it, you mutter, “the...other way, probably.” Then a second later, “is that okay?”

“Mm…” His fingers finally reach your skin. You shiver under his touch, warm and unflinching as they brush against the soft curves. Diego’s face comes towards your own and you force yourself not to move. But he doesn’t stop, instead he goes past you, brushing his plush lips against your earlobe. “I would say...that if all this took was making you do my eyeliner, I shoulda asked years ago.”

“I, okay...don’t play with me, here--”

“--I’m serious,” he protests lowly. His lips leave your ear but they don’t run far. Instead, you find them a brush away from your own, just as you were minutes before. Only this time, you don’t try to clamp your mouth shut and skirt away from the touch. You nudge your nose against his own, exhaling softly as more skin meets the heat of his own. “You think I just let anyone sit on my lap like this, without thinkin’ it could be more?”

You shrug like this is normal. Like you’re perfectly at peace with the universe and the way you’re wondering how his tongue would taste, pushing back against your own. “I mean...do you?”

“No,” he chuckles low. “No, I’m...not into friendly lap dances, actually.”

“O-oh. Mm.”

He pulls you closer. He wants you closer.

“Diego…” You’re unravelling. You’re fucking unravelling, unnerved by his voice and his hands and you’re putty in them, all inhibitions sliding away like you’re three drinks in. His hands by your sides leave their marks against your skin; you can feel the pads of his fingers, burning into your skin like they were molten iron and not just mere brushes. “I...”

“Tell me.” He sounds cocky. He has a right to be, even if you’re damned to admit it. “Tell me what you think.”

Your hands shiver up his forearms, clinging to his bare shoulders as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your mind’s going a mile a minute and you refuse to listen to a single thought. You’re only feeling him.

“Y/N…”

“Fine,” you huff, with a smile. Your noses brush again; your eyes flutter shut with his image imprinted against their lids. “I think you look...hot as hell, Diego.”

“Yeah.” He’s grinning; you can hear it in his voice, that smirk that makes your gut flip like a damn rollercoaster ride. “S’what I thought, baby.”

And then he kisses you.

A/N: i normally hate writing oblivious characters but this wasn’t even intentional really. every time i try to write something remotely sexual i just lead the reader into ‘oH tHiS iS jUsT wHaT fRiEnDs Do’ and ‘iT’S wEiRd rIgHt’. to my defense...i doubt you’re on this page reading this expecting good sexual tension. i’m not the tua writer for that; let me know if you want recommendations for that because trust me, there are better authors for that. for now, you get this. <3

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #my writing #this is so random #I just saw a fanart of completely different ppl doing eyeliner and i thought #why not put diego in eyeliner he deserves it

[kenjikutie]

Fateful Consequences (Oikawa Toru)

i got this ask a while ago and it took so long to write I’m so sorry! i hope you like it!

if there was one thing oikawa tooru was bad at, it was giving himself a break. he had formed a terrible habit throughout middle school of working until he couldn’t, of hitting something till it broke. and it was this mindset that made him impossible to understand

he always kept that fake smile on his face, one that sent shivers up your spine because it never reached his eyes. oikawa never could express his emotions; he couldn’t be vulnerable. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but he knew that if he truly let himself break down, he couldn’t build himself back up afterward

today was worse than any one you had ever seen before. oikawa had been in the gym ever since school ended at it was nearing eight o’clock at night. you could not stop the feeling of nerves rattling in your stomach as you grabbed your backpack and began walking toward the exit. oikawa didn’t even notice until he heard the door open

he dropped the volleyball he was holding and put his hand on his hip, “(y/n)?”

you put a comforting smile on your face and turned around, hoping he would be somewhat calmer than he was earlier, “toru, it’s getting pretty late. we should get home before it’s really dark, yeah?”

oikawa didn’t respond right away, taking another glance at the volleyball on the floor then back up at you. there was a match with shiratorizawa coming up and he needed to practice as much as he could. he couldn’t stand being looked down on by ushiwaka again. but, he did have to walk you home first, there was no question about that

you waited for him by the door, not mentioning how he obviously left it unlocked. if he came back later and worked himself to the bone, it would be your mess to take care of. you would be the one who’d have to run your fingers through his hair and give him a massage. usually, you didn’t mind it at all but your patience had already been worn thin tonight

oikawa didn’t even hold your hand as you walked, too busy making volleyball motions, practicing even as he walked. you were beginning to get annoyed and even thought about taking another way home just to get there faster and away from the subtle seething creature that was your boyfriend

“toru? can we stop at the convenience store for a second? i need to get something.”, he gave you a nod and you felt your heart sink but you don’t know why you expected anything more

the buzzing light of the convenience store almost made you forget the awkwardness of this walk home. oikawa chose to wait outside while you got whatever you needed, turning on his phone and texting whoever, probably iwaizumi. you gave a smile to the bored cashier and wandered further down the isles

when you reached for a bottle of strawberry milk, you lept backward when your hand touched someone else’s. the other person shuffled backward too with an awkward sigh. you glanced over to look at them, eyes widening when you saw him

“tobi-chan!”, you smiled and saw the way he relaxed when he saw you

you propelled yourself forward to hug him, giggling as you two rocked side by side. tobio reluctantly put his hands on your back, pushing you away slightly. he had gotten a haircut and it looked nice, you noted as you stepped back with your arms behind you

“how are you, (y/n)-san?”, he asked, avoiding the blinding smile on your face by focusing on the dirty tile floor

you and tobio had met last year at one of his volleyball games that oikawa had dragged you too. the two of you hit it off surprisingly well and you grew to see tobio as your little brother, constantly supporting him and making fun of him at the exact same time

“i’m okay! toru has a match coming up soon so he’s been practicing non-stop-“, you stopped mid-sentence as arms wrapped around your middle

you must have been so busy talking to tobio that you hadn’t even heard the front door open. oikawa rested his head on your shoulder with a scowl pointed directly at kageyama, whose face flushed under the glare. you couldn’t even see your boyfriend’s face but you knew what he was doing

“toru, you remember tobi-chan, right?”, oikawa tensed at the pet name and grabbed your waist a little tighter

“unfortunately. it’s cold outside, (y/n), we need to get home, hmm? bye-bye tobio!”, oikawa turned you around and pressed his lips to yours

yours eyes widened while oikawa’s never left kageyama. catching on fairly quickly, you shoved oikawa off of you

“don’t ever do that again!”, you pointed at him before repositioning your backpack and storming out of the store

oikawa scowled even deeper at tobio who grabbed the milk quickly and ran toward the cashier. maybe he had gone too far this time but he had been on edge all day. he lost his ushiwaka all the time but he wouldn’t lose to kageyama. and he certainly wouldn’t lose you

* * *

the day of the shiratorizawa match marked the fourth day you hadn’t spoken to oikawa and he was about to lose his mind. he had been unfocused the entire game because he knew that you weren’t in the crowd, you weren’t all curled up in his jacket like you usually were and you wouldn’t be there to console him after his inevitable defeat

iwaizumi had lost count of how many times he’d struck him but none of them seemed to have any effect. the whole team was suffering because of oikawa’s mindset and when the game finally reached halfway, iwaizumi had had enough. picking up his phone, he immediately dialed your number

“where are you and what did you do to trashykawa?”, was his immediate response when you answered

“i’m here, just really far in the back so he can’t see me and i didn’t do anything, it was all him.”, there was a pout to your tone and you sounded close to tears

iwaizumi sighed and rubbed his forehead, “listen, i’m sure oikawa deserves whatever punishment you’re giving him and i know it isn’t fair of me to ask this but, he needs you and we need him. please, (y/n).”

he hung up afterward and glanced over at the captain, who was sitting on the bench with glassy eyes and knees pulled up to his chest. when iwaizumi saw you walking down the stairs of the bleachers, it felt like tons of rocks had been lifted off of his shoulders. you had a look on your face that matched oikawa’s

with a heavy heart, you snuck around the back of the bench and placed your hand on oikawa’s head, beginning to wave your fingers through his dark brown hair. oikawa flinched at first but relaxed as if he were melting. slowly and carefully, he turned around buried his face in your stomach while you continued to play with his hair

you could hear his sniffles as he spoke ,”i-i am so so s-sorry! i-i-i was mad and i w-was o-out of line a-and it w-wasn’t fair to y-you! i n-never sh-should-“

cutting him off you lowered yourself down to his eye level and took his red face into your hands, wiping off the tears with gentle fingertips. you had never seen him act like this before, certainly not in front of his entire team who were most definitely watching the scene unfold

“we can talk about it later, kay?”, you felt him nod slowly against your hands,”now, get out there and cream shiratorizawa, babe!”

it was as if the fire had returned to his eyes instantly at your encouragement. oikawa beamed and kissed your nose with a grin before cracking his knuckles

“you got it!”

shiratorizawa still ended up winning but oikawa played better than you had ever seen him before and afterward, he didn’t stop holding you all day, even skipping out on after game practice. you didn’t need him around all the time but this was certainly enough

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #toru oikawa

[dakotafinely]

Can I get some headcannons of the mud dogs having a s/o that got bit by a oozequitoes turning into a cute animal like a rabbit or deer?Like they're like "it's bad that you got bit from one but you're even cuter now not that you were as a human."something like that.

Oh mi gosh!! Yas!!!

Also, I think I've seen @bootyyy-shaker9000 answer a question similar to this one! (They only did Leonard tho but still) So you could go check them out if you haven't already!

Also, this gets super long so-

Loathsome:

Word spreads fast about stuff like mutants in the Hidden City

Especially since a lot of them move down there with no place else to go

So needless to say anytime you went topside, he was worried

He'd overheard a mutant talking about their transformation and how painful it was and he-

He couldn't bear to know you'd gone through that

Even months after the whole oozesquito thing died down he still tried to be catious for you

You went on a hiking trip with some friends, they'd been begging you for months to come and you finally broke down and gave in

Leonard reminded you five times to pack bug spray

Whats the one thing you'd forgotten to take with you? Bug spray

Who cares anyways, you swear most of the time it doesn't even work for you.

You had a lot of fun on your trip, saw a large flock if birds fly right past you and even got a deer to let you come close enough to touch and pet it.

You got as many pictures as possible to show Leonard tomorrow

And as you were capturing a beautiful sunset picture, thats when it struck.

You felt like you were being stabbed by a thousand needles. Then it began to feel as though you dropped into a mixture of lemon juice and salt.

The pain was so bad your body passed out as a reflex

When you awoke is when you heard shouting.

"There! There it is!" Your friend shouted, as blinding lights began to block your vision. You began backing up, lightly bumping into the tree begind you

"Monster!" Another friend gasped in surprise. Looking dead at you.

Monster? What monster?

You try to turn your head to look around only for it to be caught in branchs

More specifically your antlers were caught in branchs

Oh... oh no

You run off, followed by the shouts of your friends. You eventually out run them and make it to your apartment.

You pass out again on your bed hoping it was just the weirdest dream you'd ever have. Only to wake up and realize it wasn't.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror, staring at the dark brown fur that covered your body. And your newly found antlers, that actually only leveled about five inches above your head, the way they twirled and sat made it look like some kind of surreal crown on you.

But you couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that

Loathsome was gonna kill you

Or at least thats what you thought.

A week passed with no contact from you. It worried Loathsome to his core

Heck, even on weeks whete you became unexpectedly busy you'd at least give him a text briefing him on whats going on.

But nothing, just radio silence.

Finally, he'd gained the nerve to break into your apartment (again)

He called out for you, slowly making his way toward your room.

When he'd tried to open it only to have you shut as quickly as possible he was partially relieved

You weren't dead oh thank anything above!!

But then came the next problem, you were actively avoiding him

"Babe?" He called out "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing!" You shouted, cementing yourself as the worst lair Loathsomes ever known

A beat of silence goes by before you sigh

"Okay, just... don't be mad."

"Mad? Why would I- oh"

Your ears twitched a bit as you waited for him to respond. Him staring at you liked he'd never seen you before.

"Im sorry!" You finally blurt out "I know you said to be catious and to take bug spray and then I forgot and-"

"(Y/N), I'm not mad."

"Your... your not?"

"No, why would I be? I'm glad your okay, and... you look extremely cute as a deer babe."

With that, you tackled him down with kisses

Dastardly:

Yeah, sure he’s heard about mutants, even met a few! But he doesn’t think it’s that big of deal

I mean, it’s been a solid while since that was even happening so you should be all good right?

Plus you’re a photographer so it’s not like you’re not already outside a lot if you were meant to get bitten by now it would’ve happened right?

You were doing a pregnancy photo shoot. A lovely lesbian couple heard of you through a mutual friend and asked for your help.

You had done it outside in a large open space with many wild flowers and surprisingly wild animals to help make the lucky ladies look magical

Heck when you guys were meant to be taking a lunch break a small group of rabbit’s came up  and surrounded the pregnant one. Once you had a picture you lured one over with a piece of your sandwich and got in a pet before the small pack ran off

As you were packing up, the couple having already left with your assurance you’d be alright on your own, it happened.

Bit right as another rabbit came up to sniff if you had more food on you. You let out a large screech in the empty field. You hunched over to find a way to dull the pain.

You don’t pass out until you look at your own hands as they grow a brown and white marble mix of hair.

You woke up in the evening and immediately opened the camera on your phone

Yup, that was you, with long rabbit ears and brown and white fur covering you whole

What else could you but run over to your boyfriends? Not like anyone topside wouldn’t scream at the sight of mutant rabbit

You call him, telling him you’re heading over and that something happened

Without explanation btw, you basically gave the boy a heart attack

So needless to say when he just finds out that you’ve turned into a mutant- and a cute bunny no less -was probably one of the better outcomes he could’ve hoped for with a call like that

“Toots, I get it, and I’m sorry that this has happened. But at least you got lucky but turning into a cute rabbit.”

“That’s not the... I’m cute?”

Malicious:

Venison Jerky, of the Muntjac variety

A childhood delight of your friends and something you’d become obsessed with ever since they introduced it to you

You were heading over to Mickey to share some with him after you two had been talking about the weirdest things you’ve ever tried (He beat you by a long shot but that’s aside from the point)

You’d been swatting away flies the whole way over, you’re not sure why as the bag of venison was sealed tightly and the jerky didn’t even smell bad

You’d swatted away the oozesquito several times before it could actually get a bite on you.

Transforming you into a Muntjac of course

You stumbled in the alley way from the unexpected pain, knocking over a couple of trash cans as your vision blurred due to the pain

Mickey was coming through the portal, something he’d begun to do after you’d been chased by some no-named losers who didn’t know what “no” means

An watching you hold your head and stumble around was not something he was expecting

Same with watching light brown fur cover your body and small horns grow on your head.

Catching you as you pass out from the pain he quickly takes you to a yokai hospital

He’s actually quiet worried, mainly because that’s the freakiest thing his seen in a while. And you looked kinda like you were dying

So when you wake up seemingly fine (aside of from being mutated) he’s relieved beyond all belief

However it was not a relief for you when you realized what you’d become

Not that you didn’t like yokai’s, just that you never expected to be one

“Think about it this way (Y/N)! Now we can spend even more time together!”

“I suppose that’s a fair point, but I’m still mutated Mickey!”

“Aw! But I think you look extra cute this way!”

That gets a giggle out of you, and he grins wide

Heya! Sorry this took so long to get out! Ya know, life and stuff. But I hope ya’ll like it!!

#rottmnt #rot tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mud dogs #rottmnt loathsome leonard #rottmnt malicious mickey #rottmnt dastardly danny #loathsome leonard #malicious mickey #dastardly danny #rottmnt headcannons #rottmnt ask #thanks for the ask! #ask response

[moved-danganronpamess]

Hey lovelies, Mod Mikan here (again)! I have some more fluffy headcanons that I wrote a while back. Please enjoy!

Remember to prioritize yourself, health, and wellbeing lovelies!! 💗- Mod Mikan

Gundham and Fuyuhiko Comforting Their Bullied And Sad S/O

Gundham:

Gundham is quite good at observing others, especially his loved ones. Although he expresses his love in a roundabout way, he truly does care for you. When he sees you feeling down, naturally he is concerned but he thinks that you may have just had a bad day. However, when this behavior continues for a few days, he immediately knows something is up. You’re usually the cheerful one who's always filling the silence in the room, but you haven’t been doing that lately. (Gundham and his partner tend to hang out in tranquil and quiet places.) 

“My dark queen, please tell me what has afflicted you so. A somber expression does not fit someone of your astral plane.” You’re touched by his concern, really, but you felt as though you didn’t have the right to dump your problems onto him. He understands why’d you want to stay quiet; he tends to have difficulty opening up as well. But you’re more than just a person to him - you’re his angel, his lover (and the only other person who had the prowess to handle the dark energy of his Devas.) 

“My dearest, know that whatever demons you have do not have stand a chance against someone of my power level.” You suck in a breath and bite down on your lip, trying to stop the waterworks from coming. The Devas can already sense your incoming tears and they quickly bounce out of Gundham’s scarf and make themselves at home on your body instead, nuzzling into you comfortingly. You burst into choked sobs and tried to compose yourself, it was already horrible enough being picked on but now you were crying in front of your boyfriend. 

Gundham was a bit taken aback at your sudden outburst, as he wasn’t used to dealing with such powerful emotions, but nothing the less he awkwardly squeezed your hand, your cue to launch yourself into his chest. He stiffened (and blushed) at the sudden contact but allowed you to remain there because he knew you needed it. Slowly strokes your hair until you’re ready to speak. 

“T-there’s these people at school who've been r-really mean to me lately…” You go on to explain how they’ve been insulting your looks, grades, clothes, almost anything you did. They’ve brought your confidence down, and worst of all, you’re starting to think that you don’t deserve someone as amazing as him. Gundham, of all people, is at a loss of words, anger bubbling up in him, because others had the gall to make you, a beautiful, kind, and gentle soul, feel such a way. If anything, it was Gundham himself who felt he didn’t deserve you at times, but he manages to keep his composure.

“My love, do not listen to those foul-mouthed tyrants. Those mere mortals cannot begin to comprehend your beauty. To be able to hold my cursed arm so easily… kehehe, truly a sign of your boundless strength. Know that I, Gundham Tanaka, will gladly walk through the fiery depths of hell for his queen.” He reassures you that you are beautiful just the way you are.

Gundham gets his Devas to get you comfort items, any snacks you want, and a blanket. “Truly the art of the Demon Mouse, Supernova Silver Fox San-D.” He’s not the best at comforting, but he tries so hard to get a smile on your face. When you finally crack a giggle, he can feel his heart soar. Hnnghh,, and if you really want to, he’ll let you steal his scarf and cuddle with it. He knows animals are a comfort to many like him, so if you want to pet some, he’ll definitely let you!

From then on, he’ll make sure to compliment you on something every day. Whether you wore something cute or did well on a test (“Kehehe, it’s only natural that a dark queen like yourself possesses not only exceptional beauty but brains as well.”)

The next day, he sticks by your side the whole time. Even if you don’t tell him who your bullies are, his Devas manage to sniff them out. Let’s just say he scared them off and his hamsters helped by scattering all of the things they were holding. “If you dare come near (Name) or I ever again, I’ll show you true hell!”

He’s been an outcast all his life, and there was no way he was going to let you go through the same thing. He loves you more than anything. <3

Fuyuhiko:

Fuyuhiko is the one who immediately thinks something is up when you start acting more distant than usual. He holds his loved ones very close to him, and he especially watches over you protectively because you aren’t that strong. So when you aren’t your usual bubbly self, he already has some possible reasons. Blackmail? Threatening? Rival yakuza gangs hurting you? His mind is starting to race and he’s getting pissed off at how random fucks would dare lay their hands on you. He only gets more worried when you try to dodge the question or brush it off with a random excuse. And so, he decides to follow you.

You were just walking to your locker in a more timid manner than he’d expect from you when a group of not so friendly faces stopped you. Fuyuhiko can see how you instantly tense up. He was about to go out and interrupt the scene unfolding in front of him when someone from the group spoke.

“Whaddya know, it’s the same ugly little bitch-”

The bully didn’t get the chance to finish as a booming noise echoed throughout the hallway, the source of it being Fuyuhiko punching the wall. The group stiffened at the expression on his face while you stood in shock. “Hey bastards, why don’t you try saying that shit again to my face?!” The group stood dumbfounded and quickly scrambled away when Fuyuhiko barked at them again, “Get the fuck out of here before I beat your asses!”

The angry expression on his face soon faded into a more gentle one as he glanced at you, whose eyes were glued to the floor. “Hey… those bastards didn’t hurt you, right?”

He walked closer to you before he noticed you were shaking. Shaking really bad. “O-oi, you ok?” You tried to open your mouth to respond but instead only choked sobs were heard as your legs gave out beneath you. Fuyuhiko quickly leaped into action and caught you, supporting your body. “(N-Name)! Get a hold of yourself!” He helped you walk into an empty classroom and sat you down on a chair. He pulled another one close to where you were and sat down next to you, rubbing your back awkwardly. You leaned into your boyfriend’s shoulder and wailed. Fuyuhiko blushed at the intimate contact and was close to blurting out something dumb, but his soft heart didn’t let him. “Hey, let it all out. I’m here.”

“Fuyu…” you hiccuped, “t-they’ve been so mean to me, I can’t stand it anymore.” You tightened your grip on his shirt. “They’ve called me names, pushed me down-” Fuyuhiko interrupted your statement as he furiously stood up, “Those fuckin’ bastards hurt you?! They don’t know who the fuck they’re messing with-”

You whined as you tugged your lover back down into the seat. “I need you right now, Fuyu.” He blushed at your directness, pulling his tie and letting you cling to him again. He let you sob for a bit until you quieted down before he spoke.

“Hey (Name)... you know I’m not the best at this kinda stuff,” he cleared his throat, “Don’t listen to anything those dumbasses say, they have no clue about how fucking amazing you are.”

You sniffed, straightening up at the praise. “Really?”

He softly smiled, seeing your eyes light up at his words. “Tch… of course. I’m your goddamn boyfriend, I know everything that’s best about you. Like the time you spent days trying to make me fried dough cookies…”

“What?! How do you know that??”

“Peko told me that you asked her what I like to eat.”

You huffed. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Your overly beating heart began to slow down and you nuzzled into your partner, his cologne lulling you to sleep. Fuyuhiko gently picked up your body, careful not to wake you, and made his way to his car, ready to go home.

From then on, he makes sure someone is always near you, whether it’s him, Peko, a bodyguard that may trail you that you don’t know about… (anything for your safety.) Oh and, those bullies from the other day? Him and Peko (your literal guardians) didn’t let them off the hook that easily… 

He’s not the best at giving compliments because he blushes easily, but he’d be damned if he let you think negative things about yourself. Says stuff like “Looking nice today” or “Pretty hair” you know? Also likes giving you little trinkets or snacks!! (You’re the only soul he’ll ever let touch his dough cookies,,) Sometimes he’s either too embarrassed or busy to do it himself so he lets Peko deliver it to you. (Did I mention you and Peko are BFFS? Yeah.)

He’d do anything to protect his beloved… 

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #gundham x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #gundham tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #sdr2 #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 headcanons #sdr2 imagines #gundham tanaka x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka headcanons #gundham tanaka imagines #fuyuhiko kuzuryu headcanons #fuyuhiko kuzuryu imagines #story petals

[katie-writes24]

Standing Right In Front Of You

Pairings: Alexander Hamilton x reader, Thomas Jefferson x reader

Warnings: a complete VENT, indecisive reader, kinda fluffy in the end, the reader is l o n g i n g, but overall sad and unfair :(, mean girl Eliza if you think about it

OKAY! So, I had a thought the other day, since I’m a total sucker for the Alex vs Thomas fics, because truly, I love them both. So, I thought: let me make a fic where you could really choose who you, as the reader, want to be shipped with? Or, even better, can be BOTH! I hope that makes sense, because despite not having a real ending, I left it open so you can choose which man you want to go for, even though both are shown to have feelings for the reader? Okay, anyway, next thing. Where am I to ever figure out a plot for this fic, you ask? Well...I totally based this off an episode of The Office. I have NO regrets! DM me if you know what episode this if from hehe! Okay, sorry I’m rambling, enjoy! I love feedback, and let me know if you wanna be tagged!

The party was in full swing; with the sun setting and various kinds of alcohol being passed around, everyone was warm and giddy. People were dancing in the middle of the room, others were sitting at tables laughing. The top lights had been dimmed and replaced with flashing lights of different colors near the stage.

It was definitely a kind of party that Y/N wasn't used to.

Once the ceremony was over, they had moved inside and she hadn't left her seat since. John had left to go dance and Anjelica only came to talk to her every once in a while. Currently, Y/N was sipping on her straw and watching the crowd in front of her.

She was lost in her own thoughts and when she heard the chair beside her scrape across the tile floor, she jumped in her seat.

"Some party, huh?" Alexander sat and looked across the room before lookign at Y/N.

"Yeah, it's uh...it's nice," She shrugged and sat up in her chair, suddenly becoming nervous from the man being so close to her.

"I bet you twenty bucks that John ends up bellyflopping on a table," Alexander smirked as he watched his friend do shots with Hercules and Lafayette.

Y/N scoffed, "I bet you double that the three musketeers try and steal the swan over there."

They both laughed as Lafayette looked suspiciously at the ice sculpture in the corner, whispering to John and pointing accusingly.

"You know what, I don't doubt that," Alexander folded his hands behind his head as he leaned back. "So, when are we going to see those dance moves? A little birdie told me that you can swing pretty good."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Whoever told you that was a liar, I've never danced in my life." Alexander obviously wasn't buying the lie as he looked up at the ceiling and groaned.

"That's not true, I know you can at least do a shimmy!" Alexander raised a brow teasingly as she gave a glare.

"That's what you want to see? A shimmy? How classy." Y/N tossed her hair over her shoulder and ducked her head, oblivious to the way Alexander was looking her up and down adoringly.

"So, I was thinking-" Alexander was cut short by the burst of excitement from Eliza, who wrapped her arms around his shoulders and giggled.

"I am loving this venue," Her eyes were lit up in excitement, Y/N always wish she had her attitude of constant positivity and bliss. "I'm so glad we got to come!"

Alexander looked up at her with a soft smile, caressing her arm with his hand. He looked peaceful, looked at Eliza with adoration. Something lovingly.

Something Y/N would never have with him.

"You know this could fit maybe another fifty people, Alex? It would be a perfect place to hold another wedding don't you think?" Eliza rambled on and on and Y/N had to sip on her drink in order to keep her mouth shut. She couldn't stand that they were talking about their hypothetical wedding in front of her, not that they could know that it bothered her that much. They couldn't understand that Y/N was pained every time they kissed, or every time they called each other cute pet names. They didn't understand that she aches for Alexander and his warm hands and witty smile.

They didn't understand that she craved something she could never have.

Before they could talk about their future even more (if she heard the names of their children, she might explode), Aaron came over and clapped Alexander on the shoulder. Eliza gave him a hug and a wide smile.

"Glad you could all make it," Aaron smiled and kissed the top of Y/N's head.

"Congratulations, Aaron! This really is a beautiful set up!" Eliza smiled at him as Y/N put her drink down.

"Yeah? I thought it would be too much, but this is what Theo wanted, and if it makes her happy, then I'm happy." It was so sappy that Y/N wanted to punch him in the face.

Screw everyone being in love and happy, I want that, too.

An upbeat song started playing and Eliza gasped, "I love this song! Alex, babe, come dance with me!" She took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. Alexander went easily, smiling at Eliza with such passion.

Y/N had to admit, she had never seen Alexander happier than now. Ever since the two started dating, he smiled more and was high spirited, he even took days off from work, could you imagine?

She must of had a somber look on her face because Aaron placed a hand on her shoulder and looked down at her with a sympathetic look in his eyes. "You okay?"

Y/N nodded, "I'm fine..."

Aaron pursed his lips, but nodded nonetheless. He knew about her feelings, at least that's what he thought it was. To Y/N, it was something that grew incredibly.

She used to only imagine what his lips would feel like, imagined what it would be like with his arm around her shoulder. Now, she imagined how he would look in the morning, when the sun would wrap around his skin. She imagined if he would whisper to her late at night, when the world was quiet. She imagined what he was like when he just came back from work, if he would be all grumpy, or if he'd want to take a shower, or if he'd just wrap his hands around her waist and give her a kiss on the neck and tell her about his day.

But she didn't tell anybody that, of course not. Because it didn't matter. He probably did all those things with Eliza anyway.

"Well, I'm gonna give Laurens some water before he knocks something expensive over," Aaron tapped the chair and went to walk away, but Y/N called his name.

"Congratulations, I'm really happy for you," She smiled and he returned it before walking away.

The song switched to something slow and Y/N kept her eyes on her cup, refusing to look up because she knew her eyes would land on Alexander holding Eliza close as they swayed slowly.

Yet, temptation fought her, and the moment she looked up she saw them. Alexander was resting his cheek against Eliza's, whispering something in her ear. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and their bodies were closer than imagined.

Moments passed and she was still watching them, a mix of envy and guilt resting in her chest. Suddenly, Alexander's gaze found hers and she quickly looked away, pretending like nothing happened.

Footsteps approached her and she saw Thomas walk over, waving softly. "There you are,"

"Hey, Thomas," She sighed, hoping that he didn't notice the way her mood changed, how she was totally different than earlier that afternoon, when they talked in the courtyard briefly, his smart charm making her laugh.

"Well, don't sound so excited to see me," He raised a brow and sat in the chair Alexander had previously been in.

"No, sorry...just- it wasn't at you," Y/N rubbed her temples and sighed again, looking up at him and giving a half smile. "Sorry."

"No worries," Thomas smirks and lays his arm on the back of her chair. "Nice ceremony, huh?"

"Yeah, it was beautiful," She never been to a beach wedding before, and while she didn't appreciate the sand in her shoes, she liked the fresh air. She wouldn't mind having a beach wedding one day, if she found someone who she could spend the rest of her life with, someone who appreciates her and listens and laughs with her and loves her.

Once again, her eyes fall on Alexander, and she pushes the thoughts away.

Thomas follows her eyes and clears his throat, "You want to dance?" He holds out his hand, and Y/N is hesitant before she takes it.

He has big hands, promising hands. They hold her own with such care, and as he lead them to the dance floor, his grip staying the same.

Thomas wrapped one arm around her waist and held her own hand with his other. Y/N held onto the back of his shoulder with her free hand, and for a while they just held each other close.

Y/N could feel his breath near her ear, his fingers finally intertwining with hers. It made her stomach flip, not used to such affection. She leaned against him and laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

It was peaceful.

While others around them danced in a soft sway, they moved slowly in a circle, more focused on each other's warmth than the actual dance. As Y/N buried her face into his neck, she could hear him swallow. She hoped he was feeling what she was feeling.

Seconds passed, maybe minutes or hours, she couldn't tell, too lost in the tempo of the song in the background mixed with the safe feeling she had. Suddenly, Thomas was pulling back, licking his lips and looking at her with soft eyes.

"Y/N, do you want to get out of here?" He asked nervously, she'd never heard him sound so shaky. Looking into those dark orbs, she knew that he held promise, of what, she didn't know yet. But, she'd like to find out.

"Yeah," Y/N whispered and he nodded firmly. He took their untwined hands and lead them back to her table, gathering her purse and saying goodbye to the others at the table. As they headed for the door, she looked back to the dance floor to find Alexander looking back at her.

It made her pause; he looked unsure, eyebrows raised and mouth parted slightly.

Y/N would like to think that one day, he would try. He would stop distracting himself with work and worrying about what's next. He would sit down and have an honest conversation about them and that he would let her see that vulnerability that he hides so well. She'd like to think that they would be the one dancing right now, or even the ones sneaking out.

It was too late.

She mentally shook herself as she blinked, looking away and walking out of the reception, the look of what seemed to be heartbreak on Alexander's face.

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☆ summary: nobody ever told you that falling out of love was just as easy as falling in love. ☆ genre: fluff, angst, slight smut ☆ warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, sex ☆ word count: 3.3k+ ☆ note: happy birthday to my favourite person in the world c: this is also my first nct fic :o <333

The first time you recalled feeling your heart jumping out of your ribcage was the fourth time you met him.

You and Jaehyun only ever interacted through Mark, your high school acquaintance turned closest college friend and Jaehyun’s basketball teammate. With conversations limited to polite nods and smiles and small talk before one of you would walk away to class, he rarely crossed your mind.

That was, until you’d stayed out late studying in the library one night and came across Mark and Jaehyun practicing at the basketball court halfway to your dorm. And Jaehyun was sweaty… but hot and sleeveless. And when Mark convinced you to stay back an extra twenty minutes for them to finish up so that you wouldn’t need to walk across the dark campus alone, you’d perhaps spent too much ogling at how his biceps flexed with each movement he made, whether he was attempting to shoot or defending himself.    

You couldn’t quite remember how Mark had been able to convince you to join him in a small match against Jaehyun (two vs. one because he had the height advantage amongst you three); it was something to do with Jaehyun apparently being a competitive asshole who absolutely needed to prove that he was better than both you and Mark playing together.

Oh yeah, he was definitely competitive, you realised within thirty seconds when you were bulldozed onto the ground by a heavy weight and you fell straight onto your ass, pain shooting up your spine.

You fell just a little bit in love when he held your hand to pull you back up to your feet, with soft, apologetic eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul and a promise to make it (‘it’ being your bruised tailbone) up to you some time within the next week or so. 

The next time it happened was when he held true to his promise and took you to a twenty-four hour coffee shop just outside of campus, purchasing you the biggest cup of coffee they offered as well as a slice of strawberry cheesecake and keeping you company for seven hours.

Exam season was around the corner, and you were both stressed. You were ready to pull your hair out. Studying had become a chore, but you just needed to manage for another two weeks.

Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind though. He picked up on your small signs and studied quietly with you, only taking the occasional break to ask if you wanted some more cake or coffee, or to make small talk and discuss briefly about your classes. Neither of you took the same classes, but you took comfort in the fact that you both tried to help each other where possible. 

By the time it was past midnight, you could tell he was tired of studying. You didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered constantly around the café, how he started dozing off every few minutes before blinking his eyes open, and how his handwriting had become sloppier with each line.

Despite that, he kept you company and walked you back to your dorm.

“You really didn’t need to walk me back,” you said. Although you were very grateful he had done so, you felt guilty for taking up his time when he was clearly ready to knock out. “I feel bad now though, do you live close by, at least?”

“It’s fine,” Jaehyun responded, lips pressed into a cute, closed-mouth smile that made you want to squish his peachy cheeks. His ears were tinted red, he glanced at you shyly and admitted, “I actually live in the dorm near the café. Same building as Mark.”

That was a twenty-minute walk back.

“But, really, I don’t mind,” he insisted. “This was nice. We should meet up again after exams are over.”

With the promise to meet up again without the need to study, he engulfed you in a hug that filled you with so much warmth, you were sure you’d stopped breathing.

The third time you experienced that feeling, you were both half-drunk at an end-of-exams party.

You may have been half-drunk but you were sober enough to be dragging Mark back to his dorm together. You and Jaehyun had wrapped your arms around the dead weight between the two of you that was struggling to walk in a straight line and ready to pass out.

You groaned as Mark’s knees wobbled and threatened to give out under him.

“I told him to eat dinner properly before the party but he never listens to me,” Jaehyun grumbled, heaving more of Mark’s weight onto his shoulder to relieve you of the pressure. “Fucking dumbass.”

With a huff, you complained right back at Jaehyun, “If you took it easier on us during beer pong, he wouldn’t be dying like this.”

Jaehyun was unbelievably talented at beer pong and had looked way too unbelievably attractive across the table when you three had been playing. It was unfair.

“It’s not my fault you guys suck,” he pouted in response. “Besides, Johnny was the one who made him chug two bottles of soju in a row after beer pong.”

You sighed in defeat. He was right. You’d all lost count of how much Mark had to drink, who was way too desperate and excited to let loose after the stress of exams.

Getting Mark’s keys out of his pockets and into bed took a lot of grumbling, dry heaving and whining before your friend finally knocked out. You watched through tired eyelids that threatened to close shut as Jaehyun placed a few pills and a bottle of water by Mark’s bedside.

He was a sweet friend, and your drunken mind couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like taking care of someone more than a friend.

“He’s going to feel like shit tomorrow,” Jaehyun spoke softly, as the two of you walked out of Mark’s dorm and closed the door behind him. “And uh…” he trailed off.

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to sound too forward, but you can stay at mine tonight if you want,” he said, all in one breath, words slurring together from the rush. It took you a few seconds to process what he had just said, and when you looked up at him, his ears were tinted pink again.

Cute.

“Only because it’s past two now,” Jaehyun reasoned, “And you look so tired and it’s not safe for you to walk back alone in the dark right now.”

You were hesitant, but ready to take the offer. You were indeed very exhausted, your feet hurt from walking and dancing around in heels all night, and the alcohol (and also dragging Mark here) was draining all the energy out of you.

But… spending the night in Jaehyun’s dorm? Even half-drunk, you knew that was possibly not the best idea.

Gnawing at your bottom lip nervously, you said, “I don’t want to impose though.”

Jaehyun shook his head. “You won’t be,” he responded before offering you a cheeky grin. “Besides, we can wake up Mark tomorrow and make him buy us breakfast for dragging his ass home tonight.”

A giggle escaped from you as you agreed, looking forward to the nagging and teasing you would put Mark through tomorrow morning.

It took a lot of arguing between Jaehyun (who insisted on sleeping on the couch) and yourself (who felt too guilty to allow him to do that after he offered you his shower and clean clothes), before you both settled on his mattress. You promised him that you would pay for his next meal and coffee for letting you stay over for the night.

Just before you dosed off, you felt Jaehyun’s fingers thread through your hair delicately and heard him murmur, “You’re so gorgeous.”

Each time you ended up meeting up with Jaehyun, you found that the two of you continually made promises before each farewell to pay the other back. Walks back to your dorm slowly progressed into lingering touches and attending every one of his basketball games, which then became pet names and stolen kisses between classes and during study dates over the months.

One night, he dragged you to the amusement park a half hour away from campus, promising to win you all the plushies you wanted. His fingers stayed intertwined with yours for the whole night, thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hand whenever you got the slightest bit nervous over a thrilling ride.

You tried not to express your disappointment when he eventually let go of your hand so that he could hold an ice cream cone in one hand and a giant sloth plushie in his other arm. Your disappointment didn’t last long, though, when you eventually found yourself in a small gondola of a ferris wheel that hovered over the pretty night lights, cuddled up in his arms.

“Can I try some of yours?” Jaehyun asked, referring to your half-eaten cookie dough ice cream.

When you nodded absentmindedly and lifted your waffle cone up, you didn’t expect for Jaehyun to press his lips against yours. It took all your self-control to not let go of your cone and to thread your fingers through his fluffy hair as you melted against him.

Just as you were ready to press up closer to him, the cheeky bastard pulled away. Before you could blink, he’d taken a massive bite out of your cone with a grin and said, “Mmmm, yummy.”

“Jae!” you gasped in disbelief. About half the remaining of your cone was gone.

Jaehyun giggled, showing off his dimples, and pecked your lips softly.

“I’ll buy you a whole tub tomorrow, I promise,” he murmured, making it up to you, his nose nudging your cheek. “Happy birthday, baby.”

For someone who had a cute, peachy, dimply face, your boyfriend sure had a body that screamed quite the opposite, and it was still mildly surprising to you after all this time together.

“Mmm, I love you,” Jaehyun murmured, soft lips pressed up against your neck and his hips pressed right up against yours.

A gentle pull at his hair elicited a delightful groan from him as you muttered, “You’re only saying that because your dick is in me right now.”

“Say it back,” he whined in response, the movements of his hips coming to a halt as he tickled your waist. God, he was so needy, but you weren’t going to complain because you secretly loved it. Just not when you were just about to experience a mindblowing orgasm.

You squirmed under his grip, laughing but refusing to give in. “Baaabeeee,” he drawled, “Say you love me back.”

“Maybe I will after you fuck me and make me cum,” you said and wiggled your hips, “Or I’m never saying it back.”

Jaehyun gripped your thigh, lifting your leg around his strong back and you bit back a moan from how wonderful he felt inside of you even with that slight movement. “I can do that,” he murmured, before slanting his lips against yours, tongue delving into your mouth as he slammed back into you and eventually brought you to a delightful state that had you seeing stars.

Another round later, you were too exhausted to do anything but curl up in Jaehyun’s strong arms and seek out his warmth. “I love you a lot,” you mumbled, eyes closing shut, as you kissed his chest. “You’ll wake me up before you go for practice in the morning, right?”

“Of course I will, baby, I promise.”

Those promises were nice, until they became meaningless.

You broke your promises to attend each of his games as your workload picked up over the next semester, and Jaehyun broke his promises of waking you up each morning before he left for practice.

And, both of you eventually broke promises to keep each other around and to love one another forever.

You weren’t sure when the cracks started appearing and when you’d started falling apart, but you guessed it was inevitable to slowly fall out of love at one point, but you hadn’t expected it to happen so fast and so easily.

It started off with less dates and less sleepovers. You could blame that on both of your insane schedules at college, but in the end, despite how busy you were, you knew you both should’ve made time for each other.

Somehow, updating Jaehyun about your days (which weren’t very eventful) suddenly became a chore. You got the feeling that he felt similarly, as he started responding to your texts much later and later, sometimes even a day’s delay between your messages. But, you were too stubborn to let go of what the two of you had.

At one point, you’d realised that the two of you hadn’t even had sex for two months. If Jaehyun wasn’t too tired from basketball or practice, you were too stressed over your studies. Sex used to help you both relieve from your exhaustion and stress on top of showing each other how much you loved each other, but now, it wasn’t even an afterthought.

Stolen kisses between classes eventually stopped too, and your goodbye smiles started feeling more forced and effortful.

Almost out of obligation, the two of you went to a nice restaurant to celebrate your one-year anniversary, and things almost seemed back to normal. Like a spark reignited.

You’d dressed up nicely and he looked as handsome as ever. You were, for once, able to catch up on each other’s busy schedules and enjoyed a meal together finally.

But, eventually, when you found yourself back in his dorm, hands and knees on his mattress, as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn’t help but wonder if the two of you were just using each other at this stage.

No soft ‘I love you’’s or teasing, no alternations between rough and soft sex, and no whispered sweet nothings this time. Just the sounds of panted breaths, skin slapping against skin, and the final moans of release at the end.

Aftercare seemed like a routine, like muscle memory, as the two of you engaged in the same motions you had done so familiarly months ago. 

You and Jaehyun tried cuddling, but eventually you both fell asleep facing away from each other. When you woke up, he had already left for practice.

Weeks of overthinking had you gnawing nervously at your nails, shaking in stress (perhaps that was from your insane caffeine intake too, but you weren’t sure at this point), and pulling at the ends of your hair. 

You hated to admit it, but you knew that it was over. You weren’t stupid. You just didn’t want to let go of it.

You finally broke down to Mark over a tub of cookie dough ice cream. Mark was so panicked and taken aback from seeing you cry out of nowhere as you two walked to the library from your shared class, that he bought you ice cream, bubble tea and three slices of strawberry cheesecake before dragging you to his place.

He offered you his blankets, his hugs and all his snacks, while he shooed his roommate outside the dorm.  

“Do you know what Jaehyun thinks of me?” you mumbled pathetically, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“Uh, I-“ Mark seemed hesitant to respond. From his curious gaze, you figured that Jaehyun hadn’t spoken to him about whatever relationship problems you guys had. “He’s your boyfriend. He loves you. He’s so in love with you, Y/N.”

No, he’s not.

You stayed silent, too embarrassed to say anything, and curled up under the blanket he’d offered you, staring blankly at his TV screen until you dosed off.

Jaehyun, 11:07pm: We need to talk. Can I come over tonight?

You weren’t sure how long you spent staring at that small notification on your screen, but eventually, you agreed, despite every fibre of your body begging you to respond with ‘no’. Couldn’t you keep him for at least a little bit longer?

You waited anxiously after class, waiting for a knock on your dorm door. That feeling of your heart slamming against your ribcage returned, but it didn’t feel good this time.

It felt heartbreaking, because you knew how this was going to end.

When your boyfriend arrived at past nine, he looked at you with a grim expression that showed he was just as exhausted as you were.

“Mark told me what happened yesterday. I’m really sorry,” Jaehyun said, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. “He told me to fix this and I am. We should end this.”

Jaehyun looked into your eyes earnestly. “I really love you, Y/N. I really did, you have to believe me, and I do still want to, but I don’t- I don’t know what happened,” he added, voice quivering with the last few words as he reached up to brush a tear away from your cheek. 

He was a soft person, and he tended to cry when others cried as well.

Within seconds, you found yourself back in his warm embrace again, your tears soaking his hoodie while his own ran down his cheeks. You hesitantly brought your arms around his waist. If this was going to be how it ended, you didn’t want to finish this off on bad terms. 

“I know, Jae,” you said, pulling away slightly to look up at him in understanding. “I think we both knew this was coming.”

We were just too cowardly to admit it.

“I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than me.”

When you tried denying that and shaking your head, Jaehyun placed his hands firmly on your shoulders, eyes red and cheeks puffy as he looked into your eyes. “You are! You’re an amazing person with a beautiful personality, and you’ll find someone better who won’t break their promise of keeping you around forever. They won’t be an idiot like me… and if they are, I’ll beat their ass.”

You couldn’t help but laugh even in this situation. “You’re not an idiot,” you argued weakly, wiping his tears from his cheeks as well. “You were the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for. I just- I don’t know… I don’t know how we got here either. I’m sorry, too.”

Jaehyun managed to crack a smile. “I don’t know either. We’re both idiots,” he said and pulled you in for another warm hug.

It felt comforting this time.

The breath you let out almost felt like one of relief. You’d loved him so much and ended up being so terrified of losing him that you held onto him as your boyfriend, and yet this felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“I don’t want to lose you, though,” you admitted. “I’m okay with this but… I don’t think I can lose you.”

Even if you’d fallen in love with him, you weren’t sure you could go around with life without him. He’d wormed his way into your heart and your daily life, and you knew he would be an amazing friend, despite the history. You couldn’t bear to imagine what it would be have a Jaehyun-sized hole in your life from here onwards. 

Jaehyun stayed silent and held onto you for a few more minutes before the two of you let go of each other. He took a step back outside your dorm, as if clearly setting the new boundaries now.

“Let’s take some time apart. I think some space will be good for us,” he suggested, reasonable as ever. With a soft smile that displayed his dimples to you for the last time in a while, Jaehyun added, “We’ll be friends after that, I promise.”

But, promises were made to be broken.  

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