#and then i'd cry even louder and i would tell him to go fuck himself because that's how things work.
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hey! this is a bit angsty so it's okay if you're not comfortable doing it, but i'd like to request james or tasm peter (whoever you feel fits the request most) when reader flinches during an argument? with happy ending and a lot of comfort obviously <3 tysm! your works are always so amazing!!!
Hi! thank u for ur request, and for being so lovely, this is a hard one to write about so i hope its alright!
"Would you please, please, stop with this? Jesus, Y/N," James' voice is much louder than you've ever heard it. "Fucking stop."
Suddenly everything you'd been arguing about veers away. You don't mean to, of course you don't, but there's something sharp in his voice that makes you flinch back hard, a hand coming up defensively. James' eyes go wide as saucers and you put your hand down fast.
"Okay," you say. "I'm sorry, I'll stop."
“I wouldn’t-“ he starts.
“I know.”
James presses the backs of his hands to his eyes very quickly and mutters something you don’t hear before taking a big breath and holding it. “I’m sorry,” he says breathlessly. “Really. I would never hurt you.”
“I know.”
Maybe you don’t know that. James is everything. But boys who hit don’t market themselves as boys who hit, you think, and then feel so instantly guilty the nausea and split-second fear metastasises.
“I know,” you repeat, sounding less confident when you’d strived for more.
“Sweetheart,” he says.
“No, I know you wouldn’t,” you say, starting, despite all your best efforts, to cry. “I just didn’t expect it.”
“Sorry.”
You look down at your hands, wringing your fingers one by one. Your throat hurts, your chest aches.
“Can I do something? Anything?” he asks, sounding like a mixture of horrified and careful.
You feel guilty for making him feel like he has to walk on pins though you know it’s not your fault, it’s not his either. Everybody fights.
“You wanna walk over to me?” he asks.
You trudge over without looking at him. He’s too hesitant to touch you so you grab his big hand, rubbing your thumbs over his thumb, his pinky finger.
“Can I touch you?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you work out, nodding viciously. Your neck clicks. “Yeah.”
James sighs, a wave of stress and frustration falling from his broad shoulders as he grasps your upper arm in his free hand. He bends at the waist to hug you.
He’s making himself small, you realise, ducking down to comfort you. You push your arms over his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “For making you think I would.”
“I didn’t think - it wasn’t a thought process, I promise, Jamie. I- it’s just, when-“ you rub your face into his skin. “I didn’t think.”
“It’s okay if you thought I would. That’s not something you’re in trouble for.”
“No, I know, I know that, but it wasn’t what happened.”
He pats your back. “Alright, baby, alright.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“No. I shouldn’t have got so worked up. I don’t want us to be like that. I don’t want to be like that, or shout at my girl like that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
He pushes you away gently, holding you at half arms length. “I want you to feel safe with me.”
“I do.”
He nods, lips in a flat line, before scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I know it’s not easy to tell me, especially right now, but if you want me to go stay with my parents-“
“Jamie!”
“Then I will, because I don’t ever want you to feel like I’ve, like I’ve scared you. That’s not what I want to do.”
“I don’t want that. James, it’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. Something made you flinch like that, and it was me, even if it wasn’t me. Even if it was reflexive. That’s my fault. So just… I just want you to know you can be honest. That I wouldn’t hurt you, and that you don’t have to lie and say you agree.”
“Not lying. I promise.”
You’re sick of going in circles, sick with worry, sick with embarrassment. You hate that something in your past is affecting your present. It makes you angry and depressed, and the tears are a fat mix of both.
You watch James pupils track a tear as it curves over your cheek. He’s very, very careful as he wipes it away. “Don’t cry, sweetness.”
“I don’t want to be the girl who flinches.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want to be like this, James, I don’t want to do this to you.”
“Do what?”
“I feel like I’m fucking guilt-tripping you.”
James guides you backwards so that the two of you are leaning against the countertop, one arm over your shoulder and the other holding your hand, pulling it towards him. His chin dips towards his chest. “You didn’t guilt trip me. You reacted to something. And it was a stupid fight. Stupid, I just suddenly needed to be right, and then I realised I was hurting your feelings and I- didn’t know how to stop. But raising my voice at you wasn’t the right way.”
“You were angry. That’s natural, to shout. That’s not something I should flinch at.”
“You can’t help flinching.”
He holds your hand to his tummy.
“Please, don’t feel bad,” he says softly. “This isn’t on you.”
“It’s not on you, either.”
He hesitates. “And if it isn’t on either of us, where do you want to go from here?”
“I want to go to bed. Oh my god,” you say, laughing wetly, teardrops jumping off of your wet lashes. “I’m so tired. I feel so stupid.”
“You don’t want to talk about it anymore?”
You drop your head into his shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“I can do tomorrow. Give me a time and place, babe, I’ll be there.”
“Thank you,” you murmur.
“Thank you right back. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’m okay to come to bed with you?”
“I’m gonna start crying again if you don’t,” you promise.
“Well, we can’t have that!” he stage whispers dramatically, popping a kiss into your hairline.
#james potter fic#james potter#marauders era#marauders#james potter x reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#james potter fluff#james potter blurb#james potter drabble
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it's late by the time bernard gets home from the grocery store. he takes off his shoes by the shoe rack they he kept by the front door.
"ti-" his voice falters, "i'm home."
tim's not here anymore, remember? you broke up with him.
"shut up." he tells himself. he enters the kitchen and starts putting away the groceries. bernard hums to himself as he works.
tim had loved that about him. you're always humming he used to say like my very own disney princess.
"oh but love grows where my tim goes!" he sings, thinking about all the times he used to serenade tim with this song.
(tim used to blush furiously at the name substitution and then he'd try to sing back and they'd go back and forth singing the song to each other and it didn't matter that both of them could barely sing because they were so in love. they were so in love.
there's a sob building in his throat and he will not cry. he will not.)
the song is building to the climax in his head and he spins around using a leek as a prop microphone when he sees the people sitting their his living room.
"what the fuck!" he screams as throws the leek at them.
the wayne brothers -- all 4 of them duke, dick, jason, and damian --stare back at him unimpressed.
"what the fuck." he repeats when he's calmed down. "why the fuck are you guys lounging around in our. in my living room.?"
damian, predictably reacts first, pulls out a switchblade, and waves it around in what would be a threatening way if it wasn't coming from someone bernard has seen melt at his cow's babies.
"you made drake cry dowd. explain yourself."
"put the knife away, dami." dick says, never taking his eyes off bernard. "what did i tell you about pulling knives on people?"
damian sulks and mutters, "that it's not nice."
there's a hot, vicious, anger brewing in bernard's gut. "what the fuck is this. what did tim send you guys?"
"no, we came on our own accord." duke says
"oh enough of this." jason says, "why'd you break up with the brat? he's at the house fucking ugly crying because of you. you better have a damn good reason."
"because i couldn't do it anymore. now get out of my apartment."
"what does that even mean?" jason says.
bernard inhales for 5 and exhales for 5. "do you know how many dates tim's run out on me in the past 3 months alone? not to mention how many over the course of the past 4 years? do you know how many nights i woke up to his side of the bed empty and cold? do you know how many dates i've been stood up? do you know-"
he cuts himself off.
"drake loves you. is that not enough?" damian says.
"i keep forgetting you're only 14."
"what does that have to do with anything?"
"it means, that no, love is not enough," bernard responds.
"they were family emergencies." duke says quietly.
his fists clench and unclench at his sides. "do you think i'm stupid, signal?" he says quietly.
all 4 of them still.
"you know." dick says
"yes."
"how?"
"it's not that fucking hard. he runs out and then 10 minutes later, red robin's on the scene. once you know that, it wasn't too hard to figure out the rest."
"so then what's the problem?" jason says "you know why he has to keep running out."
"this is why all of you can't keep a relationship," he says.
"he has a duty." dick says, "to the city, to it's people, to-"
"what about to me?" bernard cuts in, "what about his duty to me?"
the anger is bubbling up.
"what about his duty to me?" he says louder, "what about me?"
"kid," jason starts, "you can't expect him to drop every-"
"4 fucking years of this. i figured it out 3 months into our relationship. y'know. and i understood at first. 'oh he's a vigilante. he can't just reveal himself.'"
"so i thought that maybe if i proved myself, that i was trustworthy, that i loved him, that i'd do anything for him, he'd tell me himself. and then a year went by and i thought, 'oh it's just a year. it's probably too new. he can't just tell me." and then the second year and the third year and the fourth year. and then i realized he was just never going to tell me."
"so you're mad cause he didn't tell you he was a vigilante?" duke asks incredulously
"no i'm mad cause he keeps leaving! he keeps fucking leaving. date after date. night after night. and i'm just left to sit at the tv and watch the news reports and pray like i'm some wife from the 40s hoping her husband comes back from the war."
"4 fucking years of you guys just hiding or outright lying about injuries. and maybe it's just me, but i don't think it's selfish to want the man you love to stop going out in spandex to fight crime."
there are tears dripping down his face. he wipes them away angrily.\
"i don't think it's too much to ask to want the man you love to prioritize you instead of fucking mr. freeze."
"i love your brother." bernard ignores the way his throat hurts and his voice cracks and his heart aches, "he is the light of my life. i want to marry him. i want to have children with him. i want to build a life with him but i can't do that if he keeps on leaving."
they're frozen, staring at him.
"am i supposed to be married and live with him making excuses as why he has to leave cause the fucking condiment man decided to terrorize gotham? if we have kids, am i supposed to watch him leave them again and again, cause dr. isley decided gotham looked better if it was a forest?"
he stares at them, "when is he going to stay? when his body is 60 and he can no longer physically fight crime anymore? if we had kids, do you think they'll need a dad 30 years down the line or are they going to need both of their parents?"
"i'm not lois lane." he says quietly, "i can't spend the rest of my life waiting around for him. i can't spend the rest of my life sharing him with the public. i can't spend the rest of my life living off the rare days he decides to come home."
"i love him. i'm in love with timothy jackson drake-wayne. i want to marry him. i want to have children with him. i want to spend the rest of my life with him but as long as he keeps choosing red robin over me, i can't be with him."
#i fucking hate writing action. why can't just be all dialogue#anyway i'm not really happy with this#but here you go#there is more#but like i don't know if i'll write it#please feel free to write more for this if you want!#just tag me if you do#tim drake#bernard dowd#timber#duke thomas#jason todd#damian wayne#dick grayson#dc
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck...." Solar mutters under his breath, grip on his phone starting to be too tight and he can hear the case strain, forcing him to pocket it.
Solar hunches down, crouching with his hands over his face.
It's fine, he's FINE, everything will be....fine.....hopefully.
He'd hidden himself away in the upper storage room of the theatre, a small desk and boxes in the space, somewhere quiet to calm down, clear his head and....he had hopes message Lunar to take that post down before Moon could see but...it's too late, too late.
Toolatetoolatetoolatetoolate.
Moon KNOWS now, he knows and....Solar doesn't know what to do.
Moon was never supposed to know, NO ONE but Lunar was supposed to know and....Lunar only knew cause...him...
He knows Moon won't be like...him. HE KNOWS.
Yet...why can't he just....talk to him.
Solar digs his gloved hands into his faceplate, he can feel the strain under his grip, he just can't let go, tears pricking his eyes.
He won't cry, its fine, he's fine...Moon knows but it's....its fine.
Solar knows he's panicking, but knowing doesn't help stop him from still panicking, he just needs a bit longer to compose himself then he can-
"Solar...are you in here?" Moon calls out cutting off Solar's train of thought.
Moon's voice sounds so close....no, no, nonono Moon can't see him, not like this he CAN'T.
Solar shoves himself under the desk, pulling his rays in as he squishes himself into the cramped space, eyes darting and fans going crazy as he tried to silence them in his panic, his tears finally falling, too panicked to even wipe them away.
Moon walks into the room, looking around quietly, he doesn't see Solar but he can hear his fans blasting that...can't be good.
"Solar...?" He calls out again, hoping for a response.
Moon hears a stuttered sound, like a voice box resetting. That's....that's really not good.
He makes his way over to the desk, the sounds getting louder as he gets closer. Moon places his hand on the desk looking under it.
Solar stares back, eyes panicked, and tears down his face as he hides in the cramp space. Moon gives him a sad look, he hates seeing his friend like this.
"Solar...." Moon says softly.
Solar pulls his knees closer, hiding his face in them.
"Don't...don't look at me...don't say anything...please Moon I-...I know I should have told you...I just...I didn't...didn't want you to think I'm some...disgusting freak I just....I'm sorry..." Solar tells him lowly, the words broken and sounding so...resigned.
But hearing Solar...say that about himself, thinking Moon would, would think that it- It hurt and confused him.
Moon moves to sit down next to the desk, kneeling and looking down at his hands, making sure to not crowd Solar. He wants to reach out to the other but...doesn't think it would be a good idea.
He takes a synthetic breath, parsing through what to say without making things worse.
"I'm not...the best with these kinds of things but...nothings changed, you're still Solar, my best friend. And you aren't disgusting or a freak." Moon tells him softly.
Solar hugs his knees tighter, digging his gloved hands into his overalls, not speaking still, his fans have slowed down a bit, but not much.
Moon clasps his hands together, trying to keep his tone steady.
"It doesn't matter to me, or to any of the others that you're trans Solar, it wouldn't change anything even if you were cis, and....you know most of us are LGBTQ+ Lunar's....well they don't know what they are yet but they also aren't cis and you know old me was aroace, fuck if I know what I am now but..." Moon squeezes his hands tighter, grounding his thoughts.
"If you told us...told me, I'd have supported you....you know that right? I would never, never call you anything like...a freak or disgusting or anything the fuck else and I never will." Moon continues, he glances up at Solar to see the other peaking out at him from his knees.
Solar gives a shaky breath, shifting so he can properly be seen, not quite meeting Moon's eye's as he roughly scrubs the tears from his face, freezing when hands grab his wrists.
They're gentle as they pull his hands away, Moon having shifted closer to stop him being so rough, frowning at him in worry.
Solar is quick to look away, dropping his hands but not pulling from Moon's grip.
He knows he can break away if he wanted to, its not a restraint. This is Moon, his friend, he has to keep reminding himself, this isn't like...there.
Moon's hands let go, moving to hold his hands in a quick squeeze to reassure Solar before moving back to kneeling and giving him some space. The gesture is appreciated.
"I...logically I know, I know you're...not like that. I know you're all...supportive I just....couldn't. No one was supposed to know here....Lunar only even...knows because...my dimension's Moon." Solar speaks low, flinching slightly when mentioning his Moon.
Moon's mouth turns into a firm line, he doesn't...like what that reaction implies.
Moon closes his eyes a moment, taking a deep breath. Solar watching him from the corner of his eye, waiting for his response.
"I...I wish you'd have told me-" Solar winces at this, but tries to hide it. "But, I...get it that you probably weren't ready to tell me...or the other's I just....I wish I had found this out when you were ready to tell me not...not like this, I'm sorry it happened this way I guess." Moon tells him, trying to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry too...but I, I don't know if I'd ever be ready...so maybe this is...a good thing." Solar gives a weak chuckle as he says this.
Moon looks to him before looking down again.
"....I'll have a talk with Lunar later, they should have never and I mean never have outed you like this without your permission." Moon tells him seriously.
Solar gives him a wry smile. "...thanks Moon." He tells him, finally meeting his eyes, having calmed down over the course of the conversation.
Moon looks up to meet his eyes, he seems to be thinking about something.
"What is is Moon?" Solar asks, since he knows Moon's going to ask something anyways from that look.
Moon awkwardly raises his arms out, offering a hug.
Solar raises an eyebrow at this. "Are you...offering a hug?" Solar questions.
Moon looks away out of embarrassment, not dropping his arms. "...only if you want one." He mutters quietly.
Solar moves and pulls Moon into his arms, hugger the shorter man in his arms. Moon startles before hugging back.
"I think we could both use one right now anyways..." Solar mutters into Moon's shoulder.
"Ya..." Moon gives Solar a squeeze. "No matter what, you're my best friend Solar, the same man I trust with my life and projects and rant at about My Little Pony." Moon says, trying to lighten the mood.
Solar gives a breathy chuckle at this.
"I guess you're right...." He pauses, tone coming out teasing now. "And you're still a cuddlebug, when you want to be."
Moon moves to pull out of the hug, face flushed at this, but Solar just holds him tighter instead.
"Shut." Moon grumbles.
"...Can we stay like this...just for a few more minutes?" Solar asks softly.
Moon sighs, accepting his fate and hugging Solar a bit tighter.
"Sure Solar...." Moon mumbles.
"Thanks Moon...." Solar tells him softly.
#solar muses#moon rambles#showcase#cw panic attack#cw implied transphobia#OOC this took longer since it ended up longer then expected
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How long has he been tied down in chains to the floor? As Damian Wayne, so no flashy tricks, no brute strength to push forward. He has to play the role of a child, shirtless and looking at the camera.
He woke up to find himself cold, then realizing he doesn't have a shirt on. He's been waiting since.
The door ahead of him, behind the camera opened and two men walked in following a woman. "Hello Damian Wayne, are you comfortable?" "Fuck you" "Good good, now why don't you say hi to your daddy Bruce on video. It's live too" Damian looked at the camera and scowled "Tt. This is what I get for wanting to walk home from school. How fun" "It will be fun, now Bruce Wayne surely you are watching. It would be rude if you left your own son alone"
"Let him go immediately, whatever you want you can get without endangering my child"
"Two million dollars and for every ten minutes I don't have the money. I'll hurt your precious son" The lady stepped forward to Damian and cupped his chin in her hands, Damian spat at her. "Disgusting boy, seems I'll have to start it now"
That sound...
The woman had a whip in her hands.
Before Damian could spit an insult out, one of the men got close and put a muzzle on him. God he feels horrible, like a caged animal. "I must say, home life must be difficult you have so many scars. Does your daddy beat you with a whip as well? So surely this isn't something new" The last word came out and so did the whip down on Damian's back. Damian bit his tongue, he's done this before so why the hell should he give this woman the satisfaction and cry out in pain.
"I'm getting you the money!"
"Tsk tsk, I said for every ten minutes I don't have it. Not that I'd immediately stop once you decide to give it, you hear that kid? Your dad actually decided which one he wanted to keep, you-"
Thwack!
"-Or the money"
Thwack!
Damian wanted to wring his hands around her neck and keep going until she passed out.
Then she stopped, the stings of whip burned into Damian. Bringing back so many memories. How he'd be whipped in front of others or simply just with his grandfather doing so as punishment. Damian couldn't do anything, all he could do was keep his mouth shut or else he would double the whipping.
Just like old times
Why don't you show her what you're capable of?
Go ahead and break those chains in your super powered fury and snap her neck
Kill them all and you won't suffer again
Snap her neck, quick and easy. Or let it be slow so she can feel more pain.
Kill everyone who hurt you here
It's only three enemies, you've dealt with worse
Show her that she shouldn't mess with you
Use the anger to kill again
Damian was snapped out of his thoughts when the stinging pain returned, the woman was purposely whipping him where she already had. It burned and he screamed even though the muzzle was tightly bound to his face. The leather kept a tight hold and if he opened his mouth it basically dug into his skin. It ended once more, yet the thoughts bellowed.
KILL HER
YOU KNOW HUNDREDS OF WAYS TO KILL SOMEONE
USE THAT AND FINISH IT
END THE PAIN
BY ENDING HER FUCKING LIFE
Then it begun anew
A specific spot on an already whipped over three times mark was slashed to the side from what Damian could tell. It made a red "X" then she kept whipping on that fresh line. Meaning right in the middle where it meets, made him scream louder than before.
SNAP HER NECK
KILL HER
TEAR THEM APART
DON'T LET THEM LIVE ANOTHER DAY
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Someone else shouted.
The whip stopped and the sounds of fighting grew.
It stopped briefly, then Red Hood came into Damian's view. "Hey, I got you" Red Hood took off the muzzle and Damian screamed again, his eyes burning green as he struggled against the restraints. "Hey hey! It's Red Hood, I'm here to save you kid" "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL SNAP YOUR NECK AND TEAR YOU APART! GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY OR I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU!" Damian pulled his arms up, the metal around his hands began to break away from the concrete. "Kid you gotta stop you're hurting yourself"
"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL! I'LL KILL YOU ASSHOLES! I'LL FUCKING SNAP YOUR NECK AND RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!"
Damian screamed as he gave up on pulling the chains, slumping down. "I'll kill you... I'll kill you, I'll kill you. I'll end the pain, I'll kill you" "Hey, look at me" Damian looked to see a red mask and black hair with a few white streaks. "It's Red Hood, I'm here to bring you home"
Damian's eyes flooded with tears spilling down as he cried out pathetically and lowered his head to Red Hood. Red Hood began to get him out of the restraints on his wrists and ankles as Damian spoke "It hurts... I showed weakness, I failed I'm sorry grandfather... I beg of you, don't hurt me again. I'll be better, I swear it. No matter how many times I die I will be the grandson you want"
"Don't speak, you're bleeding a lot here" His gloved hand ghosted over the X, Damian shivered, even the mere inches away from touching it felt as if he did. Damian whimpered "I'm sorry, I'll be better grandfather. No one can protect me, my world holds one truth"
"Holy fuck that's a lot of blood. Come on let's get going"
"I continue to exist at your sufferance"
"Damian..." Red Hood's voice shook as he picked Damian up. "I'll continue to exist at your sufferance and nothing else. I'll be stronger and better. I won't be weak, I'll be what you want. I'll live to that one truth, it's all I have" "Damian stop... please stop talking" Damian did as told.
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His back was in so much pain, Damian opened his eyes and that was the first thought that came to.
"Damian"
"I'm sorry grandfather"
"It's Jason"
"Jason..? That's not right, you have never spoken in front of me. Grandfather does not allow it and I don't know if you can speak"
"You're not at the League. We're at Wayne Manor in the Batcave underneath"
"That can't be right, there is only one truth for me and the world I live in. I continue to exist at his sufferance, nothing else is for me"
"He told you that... why would he say that to you"
"Because it's true"
"No! No God damn it no it's not true Damian. You don't exist for him, you are you. The youngest Wayne, annoying and cocky but sweet and caring underneath it all. Whatever Ra said is bullshit"
"It is..?"
"Yes, he's wrong"
Damian looked at Jason, crying again "Tt. How many times have I cried today? I... I think I'm getting too soft here" "Cry all you want, I don't mind" "Thank you Jason. Thank you for saving me, thank you" Jason rested his hand on Damian's head and with a small smile, Jason kissed Damian on the forehead "Anytime habibi"
#damian wayne#jason todd#bruce wayne#red hood#tw whipping#tw blood#tw torture#tw abuse#I am just in the mood for pain and suffering and you are ALL coming down with me lol#ra al ghul#ra al ghul is an asshole
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BA
Who starts most fights?
Difficult. I'd really say it's about 50/50. He doesn't show it, but After gets extremely jealous. B starts learning the signs. B also gets very jealous, so the second After shows a crumb of affection for literally anyone (even animals sometimes), B goes nuts.
Who surrenders at the end of most fights?
B, but it's probably not a genuine surrender. He knows After is not one to back down. An unstoppable force vs an immovable object. Their fights tend to drag out for a long time unless nipped in the bud.
Who is more likely to cry during a fight?
After does not cry. B, even if it's crocodile tears. B wishes After would cry.
Who is more likely to storm out during a fight?
B, since After doesn't emote very much. After doesn't bother leaving. B can go throw a tantrum somewhere out. Go take it out on Obe or Y.
Who is louder in fights?
Backup. Is this even a question. Of course it's B. After doesn't usually raise his voice about anything.
Who is more likely to throw things in fights?
Backup has probably given After a few concussions by throwing stuff at his head. After is not violent.
Who is more likely to bring up past mistakes?
After is far more critical of B than B is of him, and that's saying something. In more obscure words, After will tell B to go fuck some other bitch while he broods.
Who is more likely to give the silent treatment?
After. B hates it. B will do very bad things just to make After talk to him again. Sometimes he'll do very good things, but it's usually bad things.
Who is more likely to blame the other?
Hard to say on this one, too. I don't think After necessarily blames B since he knows how B is. He does force B to take some responsibility. B, however, is ready to blame After even over little things. After will not accept blame if he's not really at fault.
Who is more likely to blame themselves?
I think that After has a way of making B insecure to the point where B might actually reflect on himself and potentially blame himself, however, because After is ready to accept fault when he's actually to blame, probably After.
Who gets jealous more easily?
It's a tie. After hates when B goes around flirting with other people, even if it's shallow. B hates when After talks to literally anyone else in a semi-friendly manner. They are both jealous jerks.
Who is angered more easily?
B over stuff in general, but After will still get mad about stuff and surprise B sometimes.
Who is more likely to break off the relationship?
They don't put their relationship into solid terms, but I'd say After is more likely to insinuate that they should part. B gives After some self esteem issues since he's demisexual (?). B likes more attention than After gives.
Who is more likely to threaten to leave?
Neither. They don't want to be apart from each other.
Who is more likely to actually leave?
After killed himself and 'left' B, and B takes that personally. After is more likely to leave and B won't let it happen again.
Who is more likely to forget the other first?
It won't happen. After literally comes back to life just to follow B to his grave.
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[ Valentino ]
Who starts most fights?
Weekly Break-Up or not, I'd say Valentino. He will bait Vox into starting the weekly one sometimes because it's less dramatic if it's always him. Valentino's ire is not hard to earn, as he always runs hot and explodes very quickly. It's never guaranteed what will or won't set him off, and he's prone to mood swings.
Who surrenders at the end of most fights?
I don't think either of them necessarily surrenders, but just as much as it is Val's job to start their weekly break-ups, it is typically Vox's job to initiate the make-up portion. Valentino will actively ignore even the most valid and easily explained arguments and proof that he has ever done anything wrong, and as such is more likely to pick more fights until he exhausts Vox's ability to deal with him. Escalation is always on his mind. He cannot accept blame, even if he is the guilty party.
Who is more likely to cry during a fight?
Valentino. He's manipulative to a fault, and if he thinks tears will get him his way, he can cry on command. If he can't, he has other tactics. It is rare for him to genuinely cry around other people, but if his tears aren't glowing just slightly and staining his skin/clothes, then they aren't real.
Who is more likely to storm out during a fight?
I'd be willing to say Vox. Valentino is likely to follow, but not be the one to leave.
Who is louder in fights?
Valentino again. He screams, yells, and hurls insults. Fast, hot anger. He is the king of saying shit he doesn't mean because he wants Vox to hurt more than he does.
Who is more likely to throw things in fights?
Again, Valentino. If it isn't nailed down or too heavy to be lobbed at someone, it's going to fly. He likes to make a mess, and to be noticed while he's doing it. He has and absolutely will throw things if Vox is trying to leave and he isn't done being explosive, yet.
Who is more likely to bring up past mistakes?
While I want to say both, Vox is more likely to remember them. If there was something that Vox royally fucked up that Val still remembers, even if it's a decades-old already handled situation, Val will dredge it up out of spite. His short-term memory is not great.
Who is more likely to give the silent treatment?
I think they're both willing to do it for different reasons. Val will make the attempt at weaponizing his silence as a way of convincing Vox to break first and apologize, whereas Vox just throws himself more into his work.
Who is more likely to blame the other?
Valentino is allergic to accepting blame, so even if the situation was entirely his fault, he will still blame Vox until the apology still doesn't come and he makes a half-assed attempt at self-reflection.
Who is more likely to blame themselves?
When the fights stop being fun, and enough time has settled between them, I think they both do. They just both have vastly different ways of dealing with it.
Who gets jealous more easily?
It depends entirely. When it comes to other people, Valentino doesn't feel like he has competition. The one thing that Vox holds a little higher than him is his work. However, many of their fights and the single biggest fight they have ever had was over Valentino's jealousy that Vox would always pick work over him.
As far as Vox goes, he knows how Valentino is, and who he's been the whole time. He doesn't care unless someone is doing for Val what he does for Val. Even Val is well aware (and has made the general populace aware of very loudly) that Vox "does something" for him that nobody else can.
Who is angered more easily?
They're both pretty quick to anger, they just handle it differently. A lot of the time I think Val's anger probably is an easier jumping point for Vox, Val will also become angry on Vox's behalf.
Who is more likely to break off the relationship?
Aside from their weekly fights, which Valentino always starts, it's probably still Valentino. He doesn't stew on things, he will bring things up as immediately as he can, and he says things he doesn't mean. A lot of the time that includes threats to their relationship.
Who is more likely to threaten to leave?
Valentino threatens it, but he always struggles with actually doing it. Not only does he not like being alone, but he also can never make himself do it.
Who is more likely to actually leave?
I feel like Vox probably does, and then he leaves like he said he would. Valentino is always shocked when he follows through on his threats.
Who is more likely to forget the other first?
I think neither of them could forget each other. They are so intertwined that it's like amputating themselves at the chest. The successful removal of each other would probably eventually kill them both.
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Jimin cleared his throat uncomfortably, watching as his divorce was being finalized.
The first thing he did when he stepped out of that courtroom was whisper to his attorney, Kim Namjoon, that he was glad he'd signed a prenup. Namjoon laughed a little, "She's lucky you're nice enough to give her a whole estate."
He admits, his whole marriage grew into house of cards. If he made one small mistake, everything would be over. Luckily, that wouldn't happen, with the amount of money he owned, nothing like that would ever happen. Especially not even the news of him dating his own son's friend, let alone fucking her too.
Jimin had first tried to convince his wife (now ex-wife) that he, in fact, was not having an affair with one of Beomgyu's college friends. "No, I am not having an affair with y/n! She's Beomgyu's roommate, they're always studying together—I'd never have the time to see her!" Which was correct...during midterms. Jimin would come up with the excuse to go see Beomgyu when in actuality, he just wanted to see you. Just like now!
Jimin sat down at the dinning table of the dorm to tell you and Beomgyu about the recent stories he had about his life, and the object of all three of your amusements—Beomgyu's mother, and Jimin's wife.
"She threatened to steal your inheritance in court, Beom." Mr. Park laughed as Beomgyu himself began laughing with his father.
Of course—Beomgyu, the business major and the heir apparent to the large company he'd own by the time Mr. Park decides to retire—would laugh at something like that. The thought of someone taking Beom's large sum of inherited money was almost impossible, no one could get to that cold hard cash other than Mr. Park himself.
Beomgyu sighed contently, "I'll go leave you two alone," he smirked, raising his eyebrows before cringing. "Guess you're my stepmom now, huh" he teased.
"Please just go see Jaemin."
"Fine"
You get up from your seat, sending Mr. Park a glance to make him follow you to your room. Once there, he hovers above you, his arms preventing your from escaping. "Been wanting you all day, baby" he exasperated, removing every article of clothing off your body. His lips connected to your neck, leaving reddening kisses along the area.
Undoing his tie, he wrapped the silky fabric around your wrists. "Be good for me, m'kay?" he softly ordered, leaving one last peck to your cheek.
Despite your hands being tied together, you managed to rip open Mr. Park's Lacoste shirt, showing off his toned abdomen. He looked at you reprimandingly before sighing. "Oh baby."
Mr. Park sat against the head board, pulling you to his dress pant covered lap. The feeling of his clothing against your skin sent a chill down your spine. He stuck his ring and middle finger in your mouth, dampening his fingers before they slid inside your cunt. Your head fell against Mr. Park's chest, a broken cry left your mouth at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out.
"Daddy," you panted out, "Y-you're stretchin' me o-out"
Chuckling at your words, he curled his fingers. "Know you like it though, baby." he murmured near your ear "So desperate for me."
His thumb circled around your clit, adding to the pleasure he gave you. Your moans grew louder and high pitched as you squirmed around in his lap. The feeling was unbearable to Mr. Park. With his fingers shoved in you and your ass rubbing all over his dick, his dick was suffocating in his briefs.
"Fuck this," he groaned, pulling his fingers out of your and undoing his pants. Your whimpered as your felt a drop of your arousal dip to your ass. Your mind was too hazy to even process what was going on, you could only focus on the fact you felt so empty without Mr. Park. Although, you wouldn't feel empty for long.
Holding your hips, Mr. Park lined up his cock with your entrance, slamming your hips down. "God," he hissed, holding your waist as he fucked up into you. Reaching around, his hand found your clit, rubbing the bud in a circular motion making you gasp.
Your eyes were trained on your cunt. You watched in awe as Mr. Park's dick moved in and out of you, you felt him stuff you full with every thrust. His dick sliding in and out of you with ease. Your moans were shaky as Mr. Park fucked you, your tits bouncing up and down.
"You really are being so good for me, baby."
The hand that was once stationed at your waist was now at your jaw, forcing you in Mr. Park's direction. His lips smashed against yours roughly, with you moaning so much into the kiss neither of you knew how long you'd last.
It wouldn't be long though.
Thanks to Mr. Park's talent of multitasking, he rubbed your clit faster causing your orgasm to come faster. You immediately pulled away from Mr. Park's kiss. Your head was thrown over his shoulder as you cried out mantras of "Daddy".
Your walls throbbed around him, clenching his dick. "Daddy~" you whined "G-Gimme your cum, wan'...wan' your c-cum!"
"Does baby wanna milk my cock, huh?" Mr. Park smiled breathlessly, slamming his cock into your pulsing cunt.
"Yes!" you cried out, not caring whether you were sensitive or not.
He chuckled, his dick twitching inside you making him groan. "What ever you want, angel." His eyebrows were furrowed as he gave one last thrust before pulling his dick out, his cum coating his bare abs, his dick twitching as you watched all his cum drip out.
Mr. Park's head was thrown back on the headboard before you straddled his waist. Your hands rested on his chest as you moved your hips against his abs.
The feeling of his hot cum coating your cunt made you cry out, the sticky cum adding to your pleasure. You grind your pussy along the area, whimpering every time you'd feel the indentions of his muscle. "Daddy~" you moaned out, drool probably escaping the sides of your mouth.
Your noises grew and grew until you rutted your hips against him when you came. Mr. Park watched in delight as your cunt clenched around nothing, covered in his sticky white cum. Suddenly, he got an idea.
"Baby," he cooed, smiling at you like he was drunk. "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
You nodded, heat rushing to your cheeks at his expression. "That's what I thought. Daddy's just got one little request for you, m'kay?" You nodded again.
HOT DILFS IN YOUR AREA
Mr. Park pointed to his cum covered abs.
"Lick em' clean."
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Doyoung cleared his throat uncomfortably, watching as his divorce was being finalized.
The first thing he did when he stepped out of that courtroom was whisper to his attorney, Kim Jungwoo, that he was glad he'd signed a prenup. Jungwoo laughed a little, "She's lucky you're nice enough to give her a whole estate."
He admits, his whole marriage grew into house of cards. If he made one small mistake, everything would be over. Luckily, that wouldn't happen, with the amount of money he owned, nothing like that would ever happen. Especially not even the news of him dating his own son's friend, let alone fucking her too.
Doyoung had first tried to convince his wife (now ex-wife) that he, in fact, was not having an affair with one of Jeno's college friends. "No, I am not having an affair with y/n! She's Jeno's roommate, they're always studying together—I'd never have the time to see her!" Which was correct...during midterms. Doyoung would come up with the excuse to go see Jeno when in actuality, he just wanted to see you. Just like now!
Doyoung sat down at the dinning table of the dorm to tell you and Jeno about the recent stories he had about his life, and the object of all three of your amusements—Jeno's mother, and Doyoung's wife.
"She threatened to steal your inheritance in court, Jeno." Mr. Kim laughed as Jeno himself began laughing with his father.
Of course—Kim Jeno, the business major and the heir apparent to the large company he'd own by the time Mr. Kim decides to retire—would laugh at something like that. The thought of someone taking Jeno's large sum of inherited money was almost impossible, no one could get to that cold hard cash other than Mr. Kim himself.
Jeno sighed contently, "I'll go leave you two alone," he smirked, raising his eyebrows before cringing. "Guess you're my stepmom now, huh" he teased.
"Please just go see Jaemin."
"Fine"
You get up from your seat, sending Mr. Kim a glance to make him follow you to your room. Once there, he hovers above you, his arms preventing your from escaping. "Been wanting you all day, baby" he exasperated, removing every article of clothing off your body. His lips connected to your neck, leaving reddening kisses along the area.
Undoing his tie, he wrapped the silky fabric around your wrists. "Be good for me, m'kay?" he softly ordered, leaving one last peck to your cheek.
Despite your hands being tied together, you managed to rip open Mr. Kim's Lactose shirt, showing off his toned abdomen. He looked at you reprimandingly before sighing. "Oh baby."
Mr. Kim sat against the head board, pulling you to his dress pant covered lap. The feeling of his clothing against your skin sent a chill down your spine. He stuck his ring and middle finger in your mouth, dampening his fingers before they slid inside your cunt. Your head fell against Mr. Kim's chest, a broken cry left your mouth at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out.
"Daddy," you panted out, "Y-you're stretchin' me o-out"
Chuckling at your words, he curled his fingers. "Know you like it though, baby." he murmured near your ear "So desperate for me."
His thumb circled around your clit, adding to the pleasure he gave you. Your moans grew louder and high pitched as you squirmed around in his lap. The feeling was unbearable to Mr. Kim. With his fingers shoved in you and your ass rubbing all over his dick, his dick was suffocating in his briefs.
"Fuck this," he groaned, pulling his fingers out of your and undoing his pants. Your whimpered as your felt a drop of your arousal dip to your ass. Your mind was too hazy to even process what was going on, you could only focus on the fact you felt so empty without Mr. Kim. Although, you wouldn't feel empty for long.
Holding your hips, Mr. Kim lined up his cock with your entrance, slamming your hips down. "God," he hissed, holding your waist as he fucked up into you. Reaching around, his hand found your clit, rubbing the bud in a circular motion making you gasp.
Your eyes were trained on your cunt. You watched in awe as Mr. Kim's dick moved in and out of you, you felt him stuff you full with every thrust. His dick sliding in and out of you with ease. Your moans were shaky as Mr. Kim fucked you, your tits bouncing up and down.
"You really are being so good for me, baby."
The hand that was once stationed at your waist was now at your jaw, forcing you in Mr. Kim's direction. His lips smashed against yours roughly, with you moaning so much into the kiss neither of you knew how long you'd last.
It wouldn't be long though.
Thanks to Mr. Kim's talent of multitasking, he rubbed your clit faster causing your orgasm to come faster. You immediately pulled away from Mr. Kim's kiss. Your head was thrown over his shoulder as you cried out mantras of "Daddy".
Your walls throbbed around him, clenching his dick. "Daddy~" you whined "G-Gimme your cum, wan'...wan' your c-cum!"
"Does baby wanna milk my cock, huh?" Mr. Kim smiled breathlessly, slamming his cock into your pulsing cunt.
"Yes!" you cried out, not caring whether you were sensitive or not.
He chuckled, his dick twitching inside you making him groan. "What ever you want, angel." His eyebrows were furrowed as he gave one last thrust before pulling his dick out, his cum coating his bare abs, his dick twitching as you watched all his cum drip out.
Mr. Kim's head was thrown back on the headboard before you straddled his waist. Your hands rested on his chest as you moved your hips against his abs.
The feeling of his hot cum coating your cunt made you cry out, the sticky cum adding to your pleasure. You grind your pussy along the area, whimpering every time you'd feel the indentions of his muscle. "Daddy~" you moaned out, drool probably escaping the sides of your mouth.
Your noises grew and grew until you rutted your hips against him when you came. Mr. Kim watched in delight as your cunt clenched around nothing, covered in his sticky white cum. Suddenly, he got an idea.
"Baby," he cooed, smiling at you like he was drunk. "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
You nodded, heat rushing to your cheeks at his expression. "That's what I thought. Daddy's just got one little request for you, m'kay?" You nodded again.
HOT DILFS IN YOUR AREA
Mr. Kim pointed to his cum covered abs.
"Lick em' clean."
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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰
oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.
tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️
okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).
feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.
have fun hehe
Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.
Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.
Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up
Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.
BOKUTO
Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.
You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.
And that means fucking you completly dumb.
“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.
Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.
Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.
Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.
LOUDDDD
Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.
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“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.
By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”
You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.
You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”
“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-
“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.
Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.
“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.
He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.
How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.
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TSUKIII
This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.
The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.
Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.
“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.
Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.
All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because
“If you want more then fucking work for it!”
Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.
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“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.
“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.
“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.
“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.
One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.
You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”
But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.
Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.
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ATSUMU
Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.
Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior.
Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt.
Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car.
Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”
“Ride my fucking dick then!”
Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”
Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up.
Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home
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“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.
He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.
You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.
You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.
“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.
He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.
“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.
He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.
Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”
Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”
He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”
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OSAMU
Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.
Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.
But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes.
“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.”
“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”
Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too.
That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.
Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head.
Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly.
Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.”
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“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.
Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.
He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.
You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.
Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.
“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.
“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.
He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”
His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.
You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.
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HINATA
SERVICE DOM !!!
Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.
Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.
Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.
“You taste so good baby.”
Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.
Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.
“Cum again for me please?”
Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.
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“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.
He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.
Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.
“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.
He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.
So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.
Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.
“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.
You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.
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I love you, mum
Remus Lupin x Reader
Requested - Noppe
Summary - Remus Lupin was the love of your life, right? You thought so, that was, until he came home from an order mission finding you pregnant and hating it with his entire being. Can you handle that?
Trigger Warning - cursing, mentions of abortion, mentions of pregnancy, rude as hell Remus.
This one is kinda lengthy, so, fairwarning. I'ma make it a series, so, Part 1!
There he stood, right before you, his bag packed as your eyes watered. "I know 'm love, but you know how the order is. I don't get to pick when I go." He took you into his arms, his hand immediately running through your hair.
You both were 24 now, honestly surprised with the way time had flown by even with the pending war surrounding you. He, James, and Sirius were going to investigate a lead, one that involved the fourth member of their family from Hogwarts, Peter.
The night Peter was trusted with James, Lily, and Harry's lives, Voldemort had shown up, prepared to murder them in cold blood. The only thing stopping him that night was that you, Remus, and Sirius paid a surprise visit to your favorite new family, wanting Harry to experience a Halloween as normal as you all could make it.
Harry had been zooming through on his broom in his Kinmare Kestrels costume, the five of you cheering him on as if he was in the middle of a quidditch game himself. Voldemort had made himself known quite quickly, assuming the three of them were on their own, but was met with a small army, prepared to protect your family.
Now, Remus was leaving to go find Peter, along with looking into how deep his dedicated now lied with the monster attempting to rule your world.
"I'm going to be back before you know it. I'll be nice and safe, and I'll be home after this months turn, so we won't even have to worry about that when I come home." You nodded, but teared up at that.
"But, who'll patch you up and kiss all your bruises?" You asked softly, pushing back some of his hair to gaze into his eyes. "'M sure James and Sirius will be more than happy to help me out like they used to, although I don't think either will kiss the bruises - not that I'd want them to." He grimaced at the thought of one of his two best friends kissing each healing wound on his skin after a horrible night of turning.
"Just, come back safe, okay? Don't do anything stupid, don't let Sirius talk you into doing something irrational, don't let James cry too much about Lily and Harry either, please. I can't even imagine how they're doing. Just come back safe to me." You kissed him softly, pulling him closer to your body, only wrapped in a robe, holding him as close to you as you could.
"Of course sweets. You be safe too, go see Lily and Harry, go see Molly and the kids, don't stay cooped up in here missing me. I'm sure Molly would love to bake with you and I'm sure Lily would be more than happy to eat at much as she can, especially now that we all know she's pregnant again." He laughed softly, kissing your forehead.
"Okay, okay, go, before I lock you in the house and break your wand so you can't leave." He chuckled, wiping a few stray tears from your face as he kissed you one last time before moving to leave the comfort of the home the two of you built together.
Five minutes without him had you sobbing and feeling empty.
Six days without him had you throwing up.
Two weeks without him had you taking a pregnancy test.
Two weeks and three minutes without him had you sobbing as the plus sign on the test.
Three weeks without him had you hiding it from your best friend.
Four weeks without him had you looking for the baggiest of his sweaters and wishing he would finally come home.
Five weeks without him had you shaking in fear, fear of your growing stomach and fear of the second turn he would be fulfilling away from home.
Six weeks without him had you going to the appointment without him, without anyone knowing.
Six weeks and two days without him had you sobbing.
Six weeks, two days, and thirty four minutes had you screaming in joy as you wrapped your arms and legs around his warm hold, clutching onto him with dear life.
"Remus John Lupin!" You yelled, tears falling harder as you felt the worries of him being dead in a hole left your shoulders.
"Oh my sweet love, I've got you, yeah? I've finally got you." He whispered. Your arms were tight on his frame, holding him like you were afraid this was a dream, for him to fade away and leave you once more.
He had walked you to your bed, sitting on it with you set in his arms, his nose sniffing your hair, letting your scent calm him and moony. "Oh my girl, I've missed you so much." He whispered, your tears finally slowing. "I've missed you, bubs." You whispered, your eyes meeting his to press your lips upon his, holding his face close to yours.
Silence filled the room, his hands wandering your skin, making sure each inch of it was the same as he remembered. He didn't falter, until his hands slipped under his sweater, feeling the bump under his hands.
"The fuck?" He whispered, pulling away from you. "What's going on?" He asked you, his eyes sharp on your own.
"Um." You said, your head falling and you stared at your hands. "'M pregnant, Moons." You whispered, moving off of his lap to lift up the warm fabric, showing him your bump. "Twins." You said softly, looking up into his eyes.
"You're joking." He said, his voice void of emotion, it staying the same pitch with each syllable.
"Does it look like I'm joking? You're staring at the bump. I haven't told anyone, waiting for you to get home." You were waiting for a smile to break out on his face, for his eyes to light up, for him to wrap you in his arms once more and spin you and gently as he could before bending down and kissing your belly once - twice - three times.
But, it didn't happen.
Two minutes after he knew had you silent.
Three minutes after he knew had you shuffling back from foot to foot.
Four minutes after he knew had your eyes welling up with tears.
Five minutes after he knew had you breaking the silence, your voice louder than expected.
"Say something, Rem!" You yelled, flinching at the sound of your own tone.
"I - uh." He said, one of his hands moving down his face to attempt to shake the shock from it. "No." He said after another moment, standing up and moving across the room.
"No, we aren't having a kid, let alone two! No!" He paced back and forth, shaking his head. "No way. We're gonna have to figure something else out." He spoke, stopping to think, his face pointing up at the sky. "I'm sure there's something we can do to fix this." He said, finally turning to look at you.
"Fix this? There is nothing to fix, you prick!" You yelled, tears falling once more, but for a much different reason. "I'm fucking pregnant, this isn't something you fix!"
His eyes grew angry, glaring at you like never before. "You know how I feel about having kids! No!" He shouted, his tone matching yours.
"Fuck you." You whispered, shaking your head. You picked your wand up from your bedside table, flicking it once before a suitcase appeared and clothes began filling into it.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice monotoned once more.
"Leaving." You spoke the word, shivering at the idea of it. But, once the bag was packed, your hand wrapped around it's handle, you quickly turned on your heel, unsure of apparating out of the flat while pregnant.
"Where are you going?" His voice was slightly softer now, the actions of the moment catching up to him.
Before exiting the place you called home, more so, leaving the person you called home, you whispered. "I dunno."
Your wand was held out, summoning the Knight Bus, letting you onto it and paying the fee before looking at the man before you.
"Where to?" He asked, his left eyebrow raised at you.
You didn't think you could go to Lily and James, not wanting to face Lily's wrath towards Remus along with her hurt for not knowing about your pregnancy. You couldn't turn to Sirius, knowing he would hate his best friend in a way you could never want for the man you loved.
"The burrow, please."
The bus took you there after dropping off the two people before you, assisting you with your bag to the front door before disappearing.
Your hand shook as you knocked, but heard the pitter patter of the feet of her many children before a yell from the woman herself. "I don't know who's at the door! Charlie can you please change Ginny!"
The door flung open, revealing the woman to you. "Oh! Y/n!" She spoke, her face breaking out into a warm, wonderful smile before letting you in. "I haven't seen you for a little while, I was about to send an owl your way." She said, leading you into the home and back into the kitchen where the smell of Mince Pies filled your nose.
"'M sorry, Molly. A lots happened."
With tears in your eyes, you stood before Molly, the woman you saw as your own mother. The woman who celebrated with you when Remus asked you out. The woman who held you when you cried after your first argument with the man. The woman you had planned to tell about your pregnancy, but feeling your heart break each day you waited to tell her.
You had it all planned out. You were going to show up with Remus, once he found out and the two of you celebrated, wearing a sweater that covered your bump - much like the one you still wore. You would be holding two bags, one for each of the parents you loved so much, with a shirt for them both with the words "first time grandparent" on it.
But now, you had to tell this woman that you had kept your pregnancy from her for this long, your spouse had practically told you to get rid of the babies, and that you had left him.
"Molly, I'm pregnant." You whispered, pulling his sweater up to show the adamant bump. "And Remus wants me to get rid of them, so I left him." Your voice was breaking, shaking, and terrified of what you were to do now.
Her eyes filled with tears of her own, her arms wrapping around your frame and holding you to her. Molly Weasley: Best Hugs. She held you for a minute, letting your sobs fall from your body, holding your shaking frame. Once you calmed down as much as she thought you would, she sat you down on the kitchen chairs.
"Oh, sweet girl. I'm so sorry." Her wand flicked, bringing you a warm cup of tea before she settled in the seat beside you. "You're more than welcome to stay here. We can move Charlie in with Bill and you can take his room. You know you're more than welcome to." Her voice was soft and sincere, looking at you with the look you wished your fiance had looked at you with. Her hand reached to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear before moving it down to press softly against your growing stomach.
"Molly, you know I can't do that. I wouldn't want to put Charlie out of his room. Plus, I'm going to be getting bigger and eating more soon, I don't want to be in the way." You explained, watching as she shook her head. "In no way would you be in the way. Plus, I'd love to be here with you through this!" She exclaimed, taking your hand in hers.
"Honestly, Molly, I don't want him to find me." You admitted softly, your heart hurting at the truth. You hated how he had talked to you, how easily it was for him to suggest he "took care of it". It hurt you to your core. He was the man you thought would stand beside you through everything. Through the fears of financial trouble, through the happiness of your own home, through your pregnancy. But now, you were all alone. Your soul felt cold, the warmth he provided now long gone, leaving a feeling as cold as the harshest winter in it's place.
"Oh, honey, I understand." She said softly, nodding.
After another minute or two with the wonderful woman, you looked at her. "Molly, could I use some parchment and a quill? And your owl? I wanna write to Lily." You said softly, hating to intrude, but knowing that with one person told, that would soon turn into two, then 9, then everyone else you could imagine.
"Of course love! Of course! Bill, bring me some parchment and a quill please, y/n needs it!"
Bill soon came in, hanging you the items you requested before rushing back outside to play with his siblings. "You can go sit in the living room and write, okay?" She pushed back your hair, smiling at you before allowing you to walk off, going to write a letter for James and Lily, along with one for Sirius.
Your hand was shaking as you pondered what to write to your best friends. How do you explain that you're pregnant with their best friend's kids, that he doesn't want them, and that you've left him, all in the same day that they got home?
You set your fears aside and wrote to your best friends, letting everything out that you could.
Dear Lily and James
I'm so glad you're safe, James, I was so incredibly worried. I'm so happy you're back home with Lily and Harry.
You guys might be wondering why I'm not using our owl, that's actually what I was writing you about. I left Remus. Before you're freaking out and such, I'm also pregnant. He wanted me to "take care of it". His words, not mine.
It's twins. I don't know the genders yet, but I'm 6 weeks along. Absolutely huge though. That's a lie, I just feel huge. I can still wear one of his sweaters to cover the bump. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, Lils. I wanted to wait until Rem got home and us be able to tell you both together. Don't worry, I'm writing Sirius about it too.
I don't know where I'm gonna stay, if I'm being honest with you. I'm at Molly's right now, but I'm not staying long. I'm not staying at yours either - especially not with you pregnant too Lily, and with Harry. I can't do that to you guys. Plus, like I told Molly, I don't want Remus to know where I am.
I know that might seem wrong, but he wants me to get rid of them. I can't ever do that. They are apart of me, apart of us both. I'm growing these two precious beings that are half of us and full of our love - well, my love. How am I supposed to look him in the eyes and see him hate me as I grow our kids.
I'll write you both after I'm settled somewhere, but this will be my only letter until then. I love you both so, so much. Give Harry a kiss from me.
You folded the letter up and wrote one quite similar to Sirius before tying them to Errol and sending him off to your three best friends.
You stood and waddled back to find Molly with Fred and George outside, scolding them for attempting to get Ron to fly on their broom and hit the Bludger before it hit him.
"This is what I have to look forward to, huh?" You asked, a light smile on your face.
"Oh yeah, they're twice the trouble." She laughed, smiling. Fred and George smiled at that, proud to have caused Mischief in their family. "But they give you twice the love." She spoke, watching as they ran off while their mother was distracted.
The two off you walked towards the house once more, talking. "Did you decide what you want to do?" She asked finally, looking at you.
"I'm going to the states. I have some family there that I want to go visit, one with a guest house that I can stay in. I owled to them when I sent Lily and James one." You stood before her, tears welling up.
"You better come see me all the time still, send me pictures of you growing. Send me the address so we can come see you, especially in America! Don't let me go without seeing you growing my grandbabies." You nodded, wrapping her up in your hold.
"I won't, I swear. I'll send you so many owls, you're gonna think I am living with you." She kissed your temple, holding your cheeks.
"Okay, I put your bag upstairs in Bill's room, just as a precaution. Do you want me to go get it or-" she was cut off with a frantic knock, the hits not stopping.
"I'll go get it, that sounds urgent." You both laughed softly, your swollen feet carrying you up the stairs and to Bill's room, grabbing your suitcase before heading down the stairs.
"Molly, where is she. I just want to see her." You heard Lily speak, her voice hurried.
"Sirius, let me go! She's in there, I know she is!" Remus yelled, his voice carrying up the stairs.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." You mumbled, looking around the stairs for some kind of hidden passage. It's a wizard and witch house, how is there not a hidden passage?" You reached for your wand, your eyes squeezing shut as you realized you set it down to write to your friends.
"Stop it! All four of you!" Molly yelled, her voice sharp. "There is a woman in my home who is pregnant and does not need this kind of stress. Now, I will ask her if and who she would like to see."
While she was speaking, you creeped down the rest of the stairs and slipped into the living room, grasping your wand.
"Worse than my own kids, I swear." You heard her mumble before walking towards the living room. "Y/n, dear? I'm sure you've heard them by now but the boys and Lily -" she cut herself off, her eyes finding you holding your wand and suitcase, your eyes welled up with tears and your lip between your teeth.
"I love you, Mum." You whispered, before clutching your belly in protection with your arm holding your suitcase, apparating from the warm home.
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━ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 ║𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨
☆ Pairing: Au!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader
☆ Summary: Two broken hearts never truly heal no matter how many years pass. Maybe because the only person who can heal it is the one who caused the tear.
☆ Warning(s): angst, fluff,
☆ A|N: any feedback is appreciated! If you can please give it a heart or reblog it would really help my writing. Thank you!
Kuroo sighed for what seemed the millionth time today. His mind kept wandering off somewhere else, today felt different. There was something within him saying that today wasn't going to be the same again.
His phone vibrated once more alerting him of another incoming message. The screen lit up with the name Nanami. His lips moved as he saw the words spread out on the white background. Closing his eyes he leaned back against his office chair.
"What's with your face?" a voice spoke.
Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Nothing is wrong with my face, Kenma."
"Liar." he placed the folder down on his desk, "Is it Nanami?"
"No..." he half smiled "She's great actually... things are good between us right now."
"For someone who says that it sure doesn't look like it." Kenma said "Could have fooled me."
He sat up and looked at his friend, "Is there something that still needs to be done?"
Kenma shook his head "No everything important got taken care of."
Standing up he grabbed his blazer and put it on. "If anyone else calls can you take care of it?"
"Ok." before Kuroo could make it out the door, Kenma then asked him "Are you going to be alright?"
"I'll be alright. See you tomorrow..." he slightly smiled then took off.
Your feet grew tired as you kept walking the busy streets. The sun was just about to set down on the ocean. Even though it was warm, the air was nothing but fresh, the perk of living near coast.
A small smile formed on your lips as you saw kids running around the nearby playground, playing with their friends. It was the purest sound in the world; you thought.
There was never a doubt in your mind that being a mom was a gift. You hoped one day you too would have the chance at raising a mini you or a little boy that looked like your partner.
Your phone then rang. You quickly took it out of your bag and accepted the call.
"Hey love." you said "I'm on my way back home."
"I can't wait to see you." he said, making your chest tighten "I might be preparing something delicious for tonight."
"Really?" you asked "What's the occasion?"
He smiled, leaning back against the sink. "What, I can't just do something special for the love of my life?"
Your smile faltered as you remembered those words. Those were the ones that hurt you the most, even after almost 10 years.
"Of course you can." you replied "Can I have a hint on what it may be?"
"You would figure it out right away like last time. I'm not making that mistake again." he chuckled.
"It was one time, h/n." you smiled small, "Do you need me to bring something home from the store? I'm close to it."
"Pick out any drink you want to have and dessert if you'd like."
"Okay now I'm really curious about what you have up your sleeve, boy." you chuckled.
He bit his lip, smiling as he heard your laughter. "Don't take too long, alright?"
"I'll do my best love since it is rush hour. Wait for me?"
"Like you have to ask." he leaned over checking the food "I can't wait to see you. Text me when you get to the station."
"I will, love." you bid him goodbye and hung up.
It's sad how he has tried his best to make you happy and yet there's never a moment where something doesn't remind you of him. All these years you still wonder about how he's doing with his new partner. If he could accomplish the goals he had set out for himself. Even the thought if he maybe... still thought about you like you did.
Sighing, you shook your head "Stop it... you can't keep doing this to him. You're with h/n now not with him, he chose you agreed. No more second guessing." You mumbled.
You were about to turn left at the end of the playground when a stranger collided into you. Your feet slipped from underneath you. The bar that was put up around the playground was too far away for you to hold on to. Folding your elbows back, you opened your hands wide so you could stop your head from hitting the pavement.
Lucky enough, the tall stranger reacted in time and pulled you into him to avoid you injuring yourself. "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine..." you replied "That was close- wow I almost fell-" you tilted your head up and your breathing stopped.
The stranger kept their arm around your back, holding you against his chest. His eyes roamed the details on your face, from your eyes to shape of your lips. His heart was pounding against his chest, not believing you were in front of him.
"K-Kuroo..." you muttered.
"Y/n... I never thought I'd see you here." his brain couldn't wrap around the idea that you were here.
Realizing your chest was too close to his, you gently stepped back. Your cheeks flushed "I- um... I-I work around here."
"Right..." he mumbled "I thought you had stayed in Tokyo, is all."
"I got a job offer awhile back." You said "I've been living here ever since. What about you?..."
He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling shy suddenly. "I'm working with a company on a project along with Kenma."
"Wow... I knew Kenma was in town but didn't think you'd be here as well."
His head shot up "You spoke to Kenma?"
"Yeah..." you answered "He reached out to me and asked if we could meet up. I've been busy so I haven't had the chance..."
"Why didn't Kenma say anything to me?..." there was hurt in his eyes from the sudden news. "I thought Kenma of all people-"
You cut him off "I told Kenma that I didn't want you knowing. Don't blame him..."
"I see..."
The cars passed by, not knowing or caring about the two ex lovers on the sidewalk. Every person was moving on with their lives, focusing on getting home to their families.
You tried your best to calm your emotions. It was difficult to keep the facade up. Your body was itching to be again in his arms. "I should get going... goodbye Kuroo." you walked passed him hoping to forget you ever saw him.
However, Kuroo didn't want to let you go again this time. "Y/n, wait!" he yelled as he ran after you.
"He's not calling my name..." you repeated under your breath "He's not calling my name." Ignoring the loud sounds coming from the cars, you crossed the street.
"Y/n!" Kuroo yelled louder as he reached for you and held your wrist gently in his hand.
Looking over your shoulder, you made eye contact. "What are you doing, Kuroo?..."
"We need to talk." he gently spoke "It's been too many years."
"There's nothing to say about anything." you looked into his eyes "We both have our different lives, let's focus on that okay?"
"I don't want to walk away from you and regret it for the rest of my life again." Kuroo begged, "Please, give me a few minutes to talk with you...please."
Looking down at your watch, you saw you had some minutes to spare. "Okay..."
He let go of you, "Come on, I know where we should go." you followed him to the nearby bridge that was above an intersection along with shops down the street. You walked up the stairs and sat down on a bench that was in the middle of the two stairways.
It was awkward. As the seconds passed by, all you could think of were the things you wanted to say but felt afraid of saying it out loud. You were timid when it came to expressing how you felt since you were in high school. Yet when you met Kuroo that barrier was destroyed only for it to be rebuilt again a few years later.
"What did you need to tell me?" you asked, playing with your fingers.
"I'm sorry for how we ended things." your movement stopped "I thought back then that it was for the best. I didn't want to continue fighting every time with you. The amount of times we ended up apart became more frequent than the times we had ever spent together." His gazed was fixed on ground feeling too vulnerable to look at you "I didn't want to keep hurting you."
"I can't believe- why now?" you asked "Was that the reason you chose? You didn't want to stay and fixed things so you let me go?"
"We couldn't make things better and you know that y/n." he answered "Every time we tried it put distance between us more and more."
You closed your eyes trying to not let the tears fall "It's the fact that you lost hope in us that hurt Kuroo, not the breakup."
"It hurt me too..." he explained "But it hurt me more knowing you were suffering and not giving you the happiness that you deserved."
"I didn't care..." you sniffled "All I wanted was to be with you and solved it together. I kept on trying to find an answer as to what I did that was so wrong that made you leave me."
"What are you talking about-"
"You seriously don't remember?" you looked at him "The things you said to me that day... when I asked you why and all you said was because I didn't love you anymore, I don't want to stay by you. It's for the best Y/n go find your own life and forget about me."
He looked away, closing his eyes tightly. "I didn't mean to sound harsh..."
"But you did." you wiped away your tears "What hurt was the fact that you acted happy the last few days with me then suddenly... you ripped it off like a bandaid Kuroo..."
"I know..." he said "I know I fucked up- I kept thinking back every day after what happened."
You got up from the bench "Why did you pretend you were happy with me?"
"I wasn't pretending!" he exclaimed, getting up as well. "I was happy being with you."
"Could have fooled me... because knowing this now and you not remembering what you told me makes it harder to believe anything you say!"
"I need you. Trust me when I say that I still love you y/n." he stated.
"I-I can't..." you muttered, covering your face.
You were a sobbing mess, and it broke his heart that he was hurting you again when he vowed never to. Kuroo stepped forward slowly, trying to approach you.
"Please don't cry..." he said.
"I'm just tired of this... feeling this vulnerable and thinking about you," you admitted, "when I should focus on my future and not on the past..."
Kuroo stood in front of you, "Do you still love me?..." you didn't answer. He carefully took your hands into his own as he uncovered your face. "Do you still love me?..." he repeated himself.
His touch was arm, your head was dizzy. It's been so long since you were this close to him again. 'Did I still love him?' you thought, trying to figure out the answer on your own.
He gently wiped away your tears, "Because I haven't stopped Y/n... no matter where I'm going or who I'm with my mind goes back to you."
"Where was this 7 years ago?" you questioned "This love and worry you have about me? How you don't want to see me walk away from you again. Why did you show it too late to me? I wasted so much time wondering over someone who never once batted an eye to me when I saw you on campus those two years after our break up. I almost failed because my emotions were all over the place. If it hadn't been for the friends I had I wouldn't have moved on. Now you suddenly see me again one day and you confess you still love me? When you had chance after chance to tell me but chose not to." you clenched your jaw "You don't get to comeback and tell me you love me... it's not fair."
"I lived with the ache in my chest whenever I saw someone or something that reminded me of you. Out of all the y/n's in the world and each time someone said your name I turned around it hopes it was you but came empty every time it was a stranger." he breathed out trying to not break down in front of you but it became impossible. His voice cracked "I-I... still wish everyday that it had been you... y-you by my side a-and not someone else..."
"I wished we had met when we were older and wiser..." you whispered "Maybe then... this pain wouldn't exist within us."
He held your hand to his chest holding it tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to memorize your warmth. "We didn't know what to do... we were young and naive thinking love was such an easy thing to feel." he sniffled "It would be so easy... so damn e-easy... to say I'm sorry and start all over again. To go back to the days where were in l-love... without any problems..."
In all your years you had known Kuroo it was such a rare sight for him to cry and breakdown in front of you. After years, you were surprised to see he didn't feel shy or embarrassed of showing it to you again. It's like he had grown.
Gently you cupped his right cheek and he leaned into your touch. "I still do love you Kuroo..." you confessed "It scares me that I haven't been able to move on without you."
"I'm so sorry..." the pool of tears he held in his eyes were finally escaping "Maybe things would have worked o-out... if we had- no I had expressed my feelings earlier and told you how I felt from the beginning. If I had opened up myself up to you more and not runaway from the only person that had ever made me feel a whole. But I can't... I-I can't turn back time that was then and t-this is now..."
It was late. Yet hearing those words that you had dreamed for years to happen finally did. Life was definitely funny sometimes. One day you can keep convincing yourself you don't need that person that you're fine without them, then have it change with one interaction.
Smiling weakly you wiped away his tears. He smiled small feeling your thumb gently move against his cheek. "I can't believe I'm saying this but..." a chuckle escaped your lips "After all we've been through and still you make my heart beat like a teenager all over again."
"I would do anything to see you smile, Y/n." his eyes shined brightly as the sun's light reflected off his hazel orbs.
Your faces began to grow closer to one another. The space that was in between you two got shorter the longer you stared into each other's eyes.
"There's not anything else in this world that makes me happy as you do, y/n." he said.
Your foreheads gently rested against one another. His hands held your own tightly and brought them up to his lips. It made your stomach grow butterflies again.
Closing your eyes you focused on his touch not on the sounds of traffic. "I’d have my heart broken all over again if it meant that I could have those first six months with you."
He added "Those were the best months of my life."
Your phone then vibrated with messages coming in all at once. Kuroo freed one of your hands, you unlocked your device to see they were from h/n.
"Shoot..." you bit your lip.
"Is everything alright?" he asked.
"My...um boyfriend... is asking where I am..." you answered feeling conflicted as to what would be the best thing to do.
"You call him and reassure him you're okay." he said "If I was in his place I'd be worried too."
You were surprised by how mature he was, nodding you dialed his number. After a few seconds h/n picked up. Kuroo stood by your side and waited for you to finish.
"Y/n! Where are you I've been worried sick!" he exclaimed.
"I'm sorry... I saw a friend and they needed to talk to me. I didn't mean to make you worry." you explained.
He breathed out in relief knowing you were okay. "It's okay, I'm glad you're okay. Are you on your way back home or are you still with them?"
"I'm still with them I didn't realize it would take long. But I'll be going to the station soon to grab the last train home." you answered.
"Alright, are you sure you don't want me to go pick you up?" he asked "I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"No don't worry I'll be home soon. I'll make sure to keep you posted okay?"
"Okay, please be careful. I love you." he said.
"I will, see you soon." you hung up then looked at him. "I should get going, Kuroo."
"I understand." he kissed your forehead softly "You don't owe me an explanation okay? Let's take it one step at a time. And if you still want to see me then I'll be here waiting for you. Like I should have done in the beginning."
Your heart swelled with joy that you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He smiled softly hugging you back tightly, "I missed you so much." you spoke burying your face in his neck.
"I missed you too, Y/n." he rested his chin on top of your head "Can I take you home?"
"I'd like that."
It didn't matter how long it took, he wasn't going to mess this second chance he had with you. He would wait a year if he needed to to be alongside you again. You were his world.
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Ah the requests are open! I'd like to request Aomine, Kise and Kagami reactions if their gf shouted 'i hate you' during an angsty argument. Of course she didn't mean but was very hurt. Thank you in advance and thank you for provoding KnB content 💙
Ah yes i love some good angst 😌 I hope you enjoy xx
Scenario: Kise, Aomine and Kagami’s reactions to their s/o shouting “I hate you” during an argument
Kise
Jealousy was an ugly emotion and you knew that. You generally never got that jealous with Kise though. Especially considering that he was constantly surrounded by other models and fangirls, you were surprisingly very chill with him. I mean, you couldn’t blame him, it came with the job. Plus you knew that you could trust him so it didn’t bother you as much as one would expect.
Recently though, Kise had been rather busy and he wasn’t able to spend as much time with you as he’d like. While that sucked in itself, he’d always be around other girls when you did have the time to spend with him, like during recess and after school when you walked together. And they were so obviously flirting with him, but he didn’t seem to have a clue.
You didn’t want to bring up though because you didn’t want to come off as a controlling person that restricted him from talking to others. So you ignored it for a while.
However, the amount of time he’d spend with you slowly lessened and lessened and eventually, on a particularly bad day, you finally snapped. You were meant to be walking home with him after school, so you waited for him at your usual spot by the school gates. But after a good ten minutes, he didn’t show up. Confused and slightly annoyed, you went back into the school in search of your boyfriend. While it didn’t take long to find him in the school courtyard, you began to wish that you didn’t because it just fuelled your already bad mood with rage.
He was just standing there with three other girls, laughing along with them as if he didn’t have somewhere else to be. You don’t get mad often- especially not in public- but your emotions had been building up for weeks and you were in an awful mood. Before you knew it, you were storming over to Kise.
“Y/N-cchi! I was just about to come meet you. Let me introduce—“
“Are you kidding me? Kise, I’ve been waiting for you for the past ten minutes and you were just chatting here?” you scolded, your volume causing all four of them to be taken aback. You shot the girls a glare, resulting in them excusing themselves to leave you two alone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the time go by,” he replied softly, hurt by the fact that you called him ‘Kise’ rather than your usual ‘babe’ or ‘Ryouta’.
“You’re the one who’s always too busy to spend time with me and now you’re here losing track of time with girls you barely even know!”
“They were just being friendly, what would people think of me if I just brushed them off?” he said defensively.
“Kise, they were far from just friendly. They were so obviously flirting with you. One of them had her hands all over you and you just fucking let her!” you yelled, becoming completely unhinged at this point.
“Y/N-cchi, you’re being ridiculous. Just forget about it. Come on, let’s just walk home, cool?” He said with a sigh, which only made you angrier.
“I’m not being ridiculous,” you said firmly, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.
“Well, what do you want me to say?” He snapped, finally losing his cool too. “That I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you?”
“You know that’s not what I meant! Don’t try to turn this around on me,” you replied, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.
“That’s what it sounds like to me,” he shouted. You felt a pang in your heart at the way he raised his voice at you and you felt yourself finally get thrown off the edge.
“I can’t believe you right now! I hate you!”
Kise’s expression immediately fell at the sound of those words. It quickly made him realise the absurdity of what he was saying.
At that point, you were so frustrated that you decided to just walk away, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. It took a few moments but Kise’s footsteps soon followed you. “Y/N-cchi wait! I’m sorry!” He said, hastily grabbing your arm to stop you. It took him a second to realise that tears had begun to blur his own vision. “Please don’t hate me,” he said softly.
You paused for a moment, feeling bad that you had made him cry too. “I don’t hate you,” you muttered, hearing the word come out of his mouth made you realise how harsh it sounded. “I wouldn’t be this mad if I hated you.”
“I won’t talk to them anymore. And I promise I’ll make more time for you. Why don’t we go grab a coffee or something together?” Kise suggested, interlacing his fingers with yours while the other hand reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.
“That sounds nice,” You sniffled with a smile, your anger and hurt finally subsiding. “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. I was just scared that you’d think they were better than me.”
Kise pressed his lips against yours with nothing but care and tenderness, almost as if to reassure you that he was all yours without having to say a word. But just in case you didn’t understand, he smiled at you once his lips parted from yours, “You’re the only one I want. That won’t ever change- I promise.”
Aomine
As much as you loved Aomine, dating him came with a lot of work which could easily exhaust you if you didn’t have the patience that you do. He was dreamy, sweet and truly a piece of art in general, however he was also extremely lazy when it came to a lot of things. Homework, projects and reminding him of various commitments he had was amongst the various responsibilities you had taken on when you started dating him. For the most part, you didn’t care too much because you often managed to convince him to do it himself in the end, but there were times where he genuinely ticked you off.
One day in particular, you were rather exhausted after a long day at school and you were hanging out at Aomine’s house like you usually would. As he flipped through his gravure magazine next to you, you laid down on his bed, scrolling through your phone as a way to unwind. His phone began to ring, disrupting the peaceful silence that filled the room and he quickly picked it up. “Yo, what’s up?” he answered. “Oh shit that was today? I forgot... Fuck it. I’ll join some other time... Bye.”
Aomine put his phone down with an annoyed groan, making you curious as to what that conversation was about. “What’s wrong? Who was that?” you inquired, still scrolling absentmindedly.
“It was Kise. I was supposed to go play with him and the others today. Didn’t I tell you to remind me about it?”
“Oh right, you did. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind,” you replied.
Aomine clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Dammit, I wanted to play,” he whined.
You weren’t sure why— perhaps it was the tiredness— but you felt as though that comment was accusatory towards you and it sparked this feeling of anger within you. “Then maybe you should’ve remembered yourself,” you retorted, sarcasm oozing from your tone.
“Well if I could do that, I wouldn’t have asked you to remind me, would I?” Aomine replied, perfectly matching your tone, which made your blood boil.
“Why is that my responsibility? I’m constantly busting my ass trying to do shit for you. I’m your s/o, not your personal assistant, Daiki,” you snapped, your voice suddenly getting louder.
Whilst Aomine knew that you were right, his stubborn mind didn’t want to admit it. “If you had a problem with it, you could’ve just said so instead of making me miss out on my plans,” he said harshly.
“Oh so it’s my fault that you don’t have the mental capacity to remember things that go on in your own damn life?” you questioned sarcastically.
“Yes!” Aomine yelled back almost instantly without thinking.
You sat up and scoffed. “You’re despicable, Aomine. Go fucking play then. I’ll leave!”
“No, it’s too late now. I’ve missed it thanks to you,” he muttered, picking up his magazine again.
You narrowed your eyes at him in frustration as you angrily gathered your things. “I’m leaving. You’re the absolute worst. I hate you!” you shouted, clenching your jaw to stop yourself from crying.
Aomine froze upon hearing those words come out of your mouth. “You what?” he said softly, even though he heard you clear as day. He just couldn’t believe that you had actually said it.
“Nothing,” you mumbled, knowing you shouldn’t have said something so harsh when you didn’t even remotely mean it.
“You hate me?” he repeated, wondering whether his pride was really worth having you say words like that.
“I didn’t mean it. But you’re being ridiculous,” you said, still standing your ground.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, standing up and approaching you. “I’m being such a dick. I’ll sort my shit out- I swear. Just don’t say those words to me, please,” he said, holding your face in his palms and desperately looking into your eyes, unable to fathom how much those words stung. He didn’t even want to imagine a scenario in which you’d hated him because it would absolutely wreck him.
Looking into those pained blue eyes, you couldn’t help but melt as your frustration resided. “I won’t say it again. I’m sorry,” you whispered assuringly.
Aomine placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled.
“I love you too, Daiki.”
Kagami
Kagami loved basketball. That was a given. You adored how passionate he was towards it and you it made you happy seeing how much he enjoyed the sport. However, sometimes you’d wonder if that was truly all he cared about. He’d spend almost all his time either at practice or playing around with his friends and he barely left any time for you anymore.
It had been a while since you’ve been able to spend time with Kagami and you had finally been able to get away with planning an afternoon with him after school at your place. You planned to cuddle up together with some snacks and watch a movie— it was going to be perfect. That whole school day you were incredibly excited; you walked around with a hop in your step and a smile on your face.
Finally, the end of the school day had arrived and you headed to meet Kagami outside school, like you’d agreed to. When you got outside, you saw him chatting with Kuroko and Hyuga but he quickly excused himself when he saw you approaching him.
“Hey beautiful,” he smiled.
“Taiga! I’m so excited for today,” you grinned, greeting him with a hug.
“Uh, about that,” Kagami paused and pulled away to rub the back of his neck nervously. Hearing those words alone made your smile quickly change into a disappointed frown. “The Winter Cup is around the corner and the team is gonna do a bit of extra practice today at the gym. Can I get a rain check on this date?”
“Are you serious?” you muttered, exasperation in your voice.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll make some time for you later,” he said.
“You say that, but you never do. You play basketball every single minute you get. Can you really not spare even a single afternoon for me?” you questioned softly, feeling a strange mixture of anger and hurt.
“Y/N, you know how important basketball is to me,” he replied, trying to meet your eyes but they were fixated on the floor.
“I do, but honestly, it seems like it’s the only importance in your life.”
“Don’t be like that. You know that you’re important to me too,” Kagami frowned, reaching to put an arm on your shoulder, but your frustration caused you to shove it away almost immediately.
“Well, you certainly don’t act like it,” you snapped back. “But whatever, go play I guess,” you shrugged, spite in your tone as you began to walk away.
“Y/N, don’t be mad at me— it’s childish,” Kagami called out, making you stop in your tracks. It was like he was asking you to get mad at him.
“Childish?” you repeated. “Kagami it’s not a fucking relationship if you’re not going to spend any time with me! I’ve been nothing but patient towards you playing basketball thinking that at some point you’ll set some time aside for me, but turns out you couldn’t care less about that!”
“We can talk about this later,” Kagami sighed, realising that you were in public. “I’m going to play. I’ll text you okay?”
“Don’t even bother texting me— you’re fucking outrageous,” you chuckled, finding it absolutely unbelievable how thick he was. “I hate you!”
Kagami felt his heart sink as he watched you storm off. Suddenly basketball became the least of his concerns. He couldn’t just leave things like this. It would absolutely wreck him. Almost instantly, Kagami rushed after you. “Y/N! Please wait!” he called out, quickly reaching for your hand to get you to stop.
While you did stop, you immediately pulled your arm away from him in anger. “What? Shouldn’t you be going to play?” you snapped, tears streaming down your face.
“That doesn’t matter. Just please, don’t leave things like this; don’t hate me,” he pleaded, feeling himself getting teary eyed upon seeing you crying.
You paused for a moment, realising the weight of the words you spat out in the heat of the argument. “I didn’t mean that,” you said softly. “I just hate how I never get to see you anymore.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll just skip out on practice today,” Kagami said.
“You don’t have to do that. We can hang out some other time,” you sighed and sniffled, not wanting to guilt trip him into spending time with you.
“No, I want to spend time with you now. You’re right. I play basketball all the time anyways. I need to give you attention too,”he insisted, reaching for your hand again and giving it a tight squeeze.
“Alright,” you said, wiping the tears with the back your hand. “I’m sorry about saying that I hate you. That was stupid.”
To your surprise, Kagami pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he was going to lose you. “That scared me so much, Y/N,” he admitted, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you so much. I genuinely thought I’d lost you.”
“I love you so much too,” you said into his chest, hugging him back. “I guess I was scared I’d lose you to basketball or something.”
Kagami kissed the top of your head. “You won’t lose me, I promise.”
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Hey, it's Fay!
Happy 700 bestie!!!! You know what time it is? Time for your milestone Ushijima fic! (I did take some inspiration from your pet name tag)
You and Ushijima are coworkers. You're not that close. You've got a pretty professional relationship, but he laughs whenever you make a joke and sometimes he'll bring you a drink when he knows you've been working hard.
And yeah, it's no secret, he's extremely handsome. He's solid and well-built under the work shirts that hug tight over his broad chest and shoulders. At the end of the workday, you might catch him with his sleeves rolled up, tie loose, biting his lip in concentration as he looks over some papers. You have a little workplace crush on him, but that's all it is, its never going to come to anything.
You're staying late one day looking over your work for the hundredth time.
"Oh." A deep voice says from the door to your office. "I thought I was the last one here." You look up to see Ushijima, brow furrowed.
You look at the clock on the wall. "Oh, god, it's later than I thought. I'd better get going."
He nods. "I was just leaving. I'll walk with you."
You gather your things and shoot him a smile as you walk past him to the elevators.
"So." He starts. You stop and turn to look at him. "Do you... have dinner plans?"
"Not really, why?"
He runs a hand through his hair in a reflexive gesture. "Well I just- I just thought maybe you and I could grab something to eat."
The two of you step into the elevator and the doors shut on the office. You don't want to make any assumptions. Coworkers got dinner all the time, it didn't have to mean anything. "What did you have in mind?"
He's silent. "I didn't really think it through this far."
That startles a laugh out of you. "Well there's a great pizza place near-"
The elevator jerks and you lose your balance, you fall into Ushijima and the two of you fall to the ground, you on top of him. It doesn't feel very awkward, or even strange. It's a weird thing to thing but you kind of fit like this, in this position. If he notices that you're using him as a mattress he doesn't say anything, he's too busy staring up at the lights, which have gone red. "The elevator stopped."
His eyes flicked back to you and you became increasingly aware that you were lying on top of him. You scrambled to roll off of him so that you were on your back next to him. "Sorry, Ushijima-"
He wraps a large hand around your wrist "Call me Wakatoshi. Please."
"Okay." You turn to smile at him. "Wakatoshi." You pull your phone out of your pocket and hold it above your head. "I've got reception."
The call with emergency services is short and unremarkable, and you come out of it with the news that you're going to have to wait at least an hour.
Ushijima, standing against the back wall,, lets out a dark chuckle, then a switch flips and he's laughing. He laughs with his whole body, his shoulders shake, he throws his head back, revealing the long line of his neck. He's infectious, suddenly the two of you are laughing and you have no idea why.
He's still laughing, he holds out a hand as if to steady himself, and it ends up on your shoulder, you feel the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his hand. "I'm sorry, its just. I finally get up the courage to ask you to dinner, and you almost say yes. And then the elevator just breaks!"
That sets you off again, you're just thinking about how ridiculous this all is. You're both leaning on each other because you're both laughing too hard to hold yourselves up.
As the laughter winds down, something strikes
"Why did you have to get up the courage to ask me to dinner?" You say, slowly piecing out the answer in your head. Hope rises brightly in your chest.
He looks at you, neither of you have moved away. "I like you. A lot. I think you're amazing, and I know that you probably don't feel the same way, but-"
You grab him by the tie and pull him closer to you, halfway through the motion, he surges forward and your lips meet. He's so gentle. His hands find either side of your face. You tilt your head, press your lips together a little harder and he takes the direction, kissing you a little rougher. You nip at his lower lip and the sound he makes, a low growl, runs down your whole body, you feel it in your fingers, you feel it in your toes, you feel it pooling warmly in your stomach.
The two of you come up for air. Wakatoshi "I'm sorry."
You lean your foreheads together "why the hell would you be sorry for that?"
"This wasn't how I planned it, I was gonna take you to dinner, tell you all about how I felt.
You shrug. "I don't need it. I like you. I really do. Have for a while actually."
"Really?"
You smile. "I can't count how many times I've thought about you, about this. Every time you'd bring me something to drink, or smile when I said something stupid."
"What did you think about?"
"Well, mainly this," you lean up to place a slow, deep kiss on his lips. "And other things."
"What kind of other things?"
"Lots of things." Your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt. "You, earing me out under my desk..." you palm him through his boxers and he gasps. "Ripping those goddamn work shirts off you..."
You feel him hardening under your palm. He clears his throat. "I have. Um. There's a condom in my wallet." He rustles around in his pocket and retrieves it.
You lean your head back and raise an eyebrow as you take the foil square from his fingers. "Hoping for the best this morning?"
He shrugs. "I'm an optimist."
You step back and away from him, he moves to follow but you shake your head and push him backwards. He frowns, confused, but moves where you put him. You lean back against the side wall of the elevator. "Strip."
His eyes go dark with lust, and he wastes no time in ridding himself of his shirt and slacks. He stands there in his boxers.
"All the way."
He pulls them off and his cock springs free, hard and so much bigger than you'd expected.
"Jesus christ." You say before you can stop yourself, and he smiles.
"I know. You don't have to-" he moans into your mouth as you roll the condom on and stroke him slowly.
"Get on your back," you command. "I'm going to ride you, is that alright?"
"Yes!" He clears his throat. "Yes."
Your hand closes tighter around his cock and he whimpers. "Yes...?"
"Yes ma'am."
You could get off on those two words alone. He sits on his discarded clothes and looks up at you, he reaches under your pencil skirt to feel the fabric between your legs. "Oh." He says "you're wet."
He moves the fabric aside to slide a rough but tender finger across your folds.
You gently move his hand away and pull your panties off under your skirt to afford him better access. His hands find your hips, and he rolls up the skirt, leaving your legs bare. "Come here, baby," and he pulls you down toward him.
Together, you line each other up, and when you sink down onto him, you feel like he was made for you. You feel so full. You move apart and then sink together again. "Oh god. Ushi- fuck. You feel so good -toshi, oh!"
You roll your hips and he tosses his head back with a cry. You pick up the pace, and the sound get louder and more intense.
"Toshi," you moan. "I'm close."
His hand comes between you to circle your clit. Your feel yourself clenching around him with a shout, and him bucking up into you, coming, only moments later.
You collapse on to him, letting yourself appreciate how good it feels this time.
"So. That's a yes to dinner?"
You laugh and feel his heartbeat against your chest. "That’s a yes to dinner."
(I hope you enjoyed this! Congrats again!!! You deserve all this and more! (P.s. seeing my name on the masterlist made my heart so happy. I saw it and I thought I was hallucinating. I'm really happy to have made such an impact on you))
FAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!
i think you can read my mind because i’m such a whore for the coworkers to lovers trope i think i’m going to go insane. and i had to physically set my phone down at that “yes ma’am.” i swear to god you are going to be the death of me.
thank you so much and of course you’re on the list! people (((mostly me!!!!))) have really liked everything you’ve sent in so far and i know i definitely don’t want to lose these so onto the masterlist they go :) god damn. idk what i did to deserve such high quality content in my inbox but i am GRATEFUL.
#ushijima wakatoshi PLEASE COME OVER#fay anon :)#it’s 6:22 am and i need for go back to bed but i had to scream about this before i did#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#ushijima smut#ushijima x reader
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Satisfied
felix Escellun X GN! Reader
pronouns used:They/them
Hamilton AU
THIS IS ANGST!!!!!! Jdjsjdhwjdh plus word vomit i just wanna get this out of my system
Gold trim, Fancy wine and the smell of arrogance in the air floated onto a big room of elite people whom had their heels on the dance floor sweeping themselves to the music of violin.
It's the winter ball for the finest people, in a manor the known escell mirun and florian aguis lived.
Felix as the only son of the hosts, weren't as delighted to attend such lavish events but he stood in the ballroom full of unfamiliar faces feeling yet kinda out of place.
women and men from high born families are offering him a dance, trying to win him as if it was a competition on who's going to take him by the hands.
"Good grief, this is the last straw I'm getting out of here" The lad said to himself, feeling the presence of the nobles highly overwhelming
He took a deep breath as he strides out of the venue to take a fresh breath of air, away from the these people whom named elite but never even once he saw someone who caught his eyes.
as he walks away from the loud music, he helped himself by having him welcomed to florian's garden, it was the place which he always saw intriguing and looking at the plants his father took care of will always be enough to take him out of the royalty chaos.
the moon beams down strongly this night, and as he moves forward he caught his gaze onto you, who slightly jumped due to his presence.
"HI!"
the moment then suddenly turned magical for his sight, he thought he never saw you around nor have been familiar by your presence but one thing was for sure you had him captivated.
he admired you in which seemed to me a split second but in his eyes everything went in slow motion.
'I'll never forget the first time I saw your face I have never been the same, Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame and when you said "Hi", I forgot my dang name set my heart aflame, every part aflame'
This is not a game'
"weren't you supposed in the ballroom?" despite being stunned intimidating words came out of his mouth 'fuck' he muttered to himself as he slightly bit his bottom lip in unreadable embarrassment
"Sorry i really don't know if i wasn't supposed to be here but these nerium oleander caught my attention" You said with the most apologetic voice ever but keeping yourself away from the flower
"You know about them?" he asked very surprised, it was a flower which can only be identified for those who knew what it is capable of.
"Oh i do!! I'm just surprised to find them here
they are very rare and is one of the most poisonous flowers found existing i just never knew I'd found them in this place" You gave him a gentle smile as you fixed your posture, offering him a handshake
he took you by your hands, he was as breath taking as he looked he gently shook your palm as he introduced himself
"My name is felix escellun"
"Y/n" you replied
"I never really saw you around here, where's your family from?" He asked as he wondered from what royal's you belonged to.
"I'm just a messenger from one of those families in the ballroom, i never really seemed fit to be there but they still took me here. But that's unimportant when i become one of the greatest warriors in this place, I'll make a name for myself!" You said with a glistening sparkle on your eyes, and hunger ready to take on everything
'So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level, What the hell is the catch?
It's the feeling of freedom, of seein' the light It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite You see it, right? '
your conversations lasted in long minutes, both fascinated by the things you shared to each other the way you were both unsatisfied and wanted more in life, more than what everyone tell you to be.
you have the same outlook in life, the same want for change everything was said equal agreement as if harmony existed when both of you met.
the conversations went sweeter as the moments pass by, you were subtly flirting and though he pretends not be affected his cheeks say otherwise. The comfort is amazing, it was like everything is meant to be there.
felix observers your features attentively, how you thumb away your hair carefully and way your voice change as you speak of the things you love truly.
if only he could take you away from the place you're in, far away from everyone to protect you just because you deserve it and he'll be happy to see you fluttering your wings and fly.
"You really have a wonderful home! I felt like romeo and juliet somehow met here as their love story was told" You said all, cheery with your cheeks touching your eyes as you smiled.
"Maybe ours could start here too"
you said with a slight blush on your face, you knew it was an embarrassing line but you took your shot anyways.
"Page one opened" Felix replied with a smile ghosting his lips, he felt like it was too good to be true but his feelings lingered, it was his first time meeting you but you took him places he's never been before through all the things you've made him feel in one night.
He decided to take you inside of the hall, hands intertwined together as he offered you a dance it you were both having a great time, and familiar figure walked by the two of you and greeted
"Who is this person felix? they're ethereal"
Scylla, His sister said, her stance was elegant and everything about her is of finest goods.
Felix saw a different glow onto his sister's face, something he never saw before.
"This Y/N, Y/N this Scylla my sister"
"Sister? You're just as majestic scylla! if It takes being in a war for us to meet then it would've been worth it" You complimented.
"I don't wanna be rude to my brother here, but would you mind if i take them for a small dance!?" Scylla smiled with a sly smile on her face
'this one's mine' she whispers, but felix gave an annoyed snort in disbelief
'you wish scylla'
Despite the small banter, felix lets you dance with her sister who took a liking to you
it was a wonderful night but he realizes the most important things throughout the night.
it was already time for you to go, He kissed you knuckles goodbye as he looked at you
"We'll meet again that's for sure" felix smiled as you wave him goodbye
"I'll be back here again!"
A year has passed and crowds cheered onto the moonlight, fancy decorations painted same the tall walls where the ball once happened, golden trims of fabric greeted the newly weded couple whomst hold the most genuine smiles on their face.
familiar faces flooded the ball room, eyes all fixated to the stars of the night, it's finally time to reminisce how sweet their first meet was, and as the visitors applauded sage lesath stirred up the crowd to welcome another important guest
"Alright, alright
That's what I'm talkin' about
Now, everyone give it up for the maid of honor
Felix Escellun"
The crowd shouted louder through his presence, hands clapping and glasses clinking in celebration, Felix smiled as he raised a wine glass on his left hand.
"A toast to the newly wedded partners from a brother who's happy for the union and hope you provide!"
he smiles yet the hint of bitterness tickled his cheeks, he looked onto your eyes with regrets but it was masked up with his facade
"I've never seen scylla with such passion in her eyes before you, you bring the best of my sister i knew she'd be right for you. Writing the first letter for both of you to bond deeper is something i never regret doing"
"May you two always be satisfied"
His gray eyes then sparkled with tears ready to gush down any moment from now, not because of joy but for the choice he made, To let his sisyer be happy, and let you go onto her arms now as her wedded partner.
It was the hard choice to make, the jealousy in his heart tugs as he fantasize how would it have been if he just didn't give you up, but he knew scylla has never been this genuinely happy even once in her life before you.
everything flashes on the back of his mind, his responsibilities as the heir, and everything in his shoulders he wanted you, he really did
and this is the only way he could have you in his sight.
'and i will never be satisfied'
THIS IS THE MOST PAINFUL SHIT I'VE WRITTEN I'M- KSHSISHDUW I CANNOT THIS WILL HAVE A PART TWO FOR REDEMPTION!!! I'M CRYING
#felix iskandar escellun#fictif#nix hydra#anisa anka#felix iskandar#sage lesath#last legacy#felix escellun x reader#ayanna anka#felix fictif#anisa fictif#x reader#drabble#fanfiction#sage fictif#scylla anguis#Hamilton au#satisfied#Spotify
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Hi! I saw that you had your requests open and I wanted to make one! I was wondering if you'd be up for making a part 2 of the matcha blossom x gnreader angst!
Where it still ends up being angst in the end, or fluff, whichever you prefer! But I'd love for it to be that Joe finally realized that the reader loved him for all those years and felt guilty and all that.
If you could, if the ending you choose to be fluff could you possibly make it a poly relationship between the three! If angst then you could choose!
I'm sorry if this is a bad req. Or sum, it's my first time! And you dont have to of course! But I'd love for a part 2
Hey, thank you so much for the request! It’s a fantastic one, no need to apologise, you’re always welcome to request stuff! I’ve been thinking of doing a part 2 for Alone, like always for a while now so this was perfect timing! I think the poly idea is so cute, but like the evil bitch I am there will be a little angst beforehand hehe... I hope you enjoy it anon! :)
Requests are open!
Part 1 here!
Alone, no more.
- Poly!Matchablossom with gender-neutral!reader
- Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy
- Summary: After years of one-sided love you decide to give up on Joe, leaving him and Kaoru alone.
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Hours had passed, by now the boys might be worried about you, but you doubted it. You played with the stone in your hand, one of the hundreds you'd been trying to skim across the surface of the lake. They all kept falling to the bottom. The air was colder now, the night closing in quickly as the dusting of stars scattered themselves across the sky. It would be a perfect night if he were there with you, but he never was, and you’d come to terms with that.
You wandered aimlessly through the streets, hands tucked deep into your pockets and your hoodie covering your head so no one could see the tears staining your face. You tried to make it home, but your body seemed on autopilot as you approached the gates to S. You cursed yourself, knowing Joe and Kaoru would both be there tonight. You turned to leave, but your body collided with someone much bigger than you.
“Y/n? Where have you been all day?” You fidgeted in front of him, feeling his gaze burning into you.
“Just got caught up with some old friends.” You managed out, voice wobbling.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft. You didn’t notice the movement until your eyes were locked on his. Joe had placed his hand beneath your chin and moved your face so he could see you more clearly. That meant your puffy eyes, the tears threatening to spill and the stains from tears already shed were all now in perfect view for the man. You pushed him away, Joe losing balance and falling into Kaoru’s waiting arms. You heard his shouts as you ran, but you couldn’t stop your legs as they pushed you further away.
Two months had passed since that night, and the missed calls were adding up. It wasn’t just Joe now, Kaoru, Mia, Reki, Langa and Shadow were all trying to contact you. You’d blocked Joe’s number at least, and sent the others a short message just saying that you wanted to stay alone, like always. It was petty sure, but a part of you wanted them to understand your pain, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them the whole truth.
Joe had tried to speak to you in person, coming to your work and asking the manager for a moment of your time. But your manager had sensed the way you tensed up after spotting him walking into the store and turned him away. He looked hurt, his chest falling and him giving a silent nod in response. You hated seeing him like that, but you couldn’t be near him now.
The night was cold as you made your way out of the house and towards the skate park. You and Joe used to go there together for years before Kaoru convinced him that it wasn’t cool enough. You hated those memories, the pain attached to them still raw as you pictured Kaoru’s smile as he dragged Joe away from you. It was childish sure, but you hated how Joe just went along with whatever the pink-haired boy said. You settled yourself on the top of the bowl, legs swinging underneath you as the breeze danced across your face. The loneliness wasn’t any less painful now, but more familiar. You stood, dropping into the bowl and skating for a while. This feeling was nice, the natural movement of you and the board, almost as if it was just an extension of your own body. You got cocky, doing some tricks here and there and eventually grew tired of playing around. You climbed out, making your way towards the halfpipe that stood tall above the rest of the skate park. It was quiet and peaceful, the perfect opportunity to just let your feelings out. You cried there, sitting upon the halfpipe like some child but you didn’t care. Your body shook with the ragged sobs ripped from your chest and as much as you wiped your eyes, you could still feel the cold tears rolling down your face.
You had experienced heartbreak before, but nothing like this. You had years of pining over Joe and getting your heart broken hundreds of times along the way, but none of them felt like this. The piercing finality of it all. This wasn’t something you could ever come back from, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, a part of you, deep deep down, knew there was nothing you could do to get him to notice you like you noticed him. That was it. Joe was out of your reach and you needed to get over a man you loved, but who never loved you in return. That is the hardest heartbreak to heal, the mourning of a relationship that never even existed. The death of what-ifs and maybes.
You heard his voice quietly at first, a whispered, tentative call of your name danced in the wind and you could have sworn he was there beside you. But your mind must have been playing tricks on you.
“Y/n?” It was louder this time.
“Is that you?” You were shaking even harder now, you hadn’t realised your imagination could be so spiteful.
“Please, don’t cry.”
“Oh fuck off brain! I’m already hurting enough! Just... just stop...” You screamed into the wind, your tears falling freely now.
“Y/n? What happened?” You opened your eyes, heart racing as you followed the voice. There stood Joe, all alone and looking so desperately scared. It wasn’t in your mind. He had come to you.
“A-are you...?” Your voice drifted off, the trembling betraying you as you scrambled the wipe the tears from your eyes.
“Am I what Y/n?” Joe said, moving towards you. You flinched backwards in response, so scared that if he touched you the illusion would disappear and you'd be left with an even bigger hole in your heart.
“Real?” It came out as a whisper, nearly too quiet to hear, but Joe got it.
“I’m real. I promise.” He said stretching out a hand for you to hold. You pushed him away, but the pain in his eyes made you want to take the action back instantly.
“What happened? Please tell me. I know you’ve blocked me, told your manager not to let me in. Even your mother hung up on me, and she’s never done that before.” Joe sat beside you now, and on instinct, you pushed your body away from him. He didn’t make a move to follow you, allowing the gap between the two of you to grow.
“Nothing happened.” He sighed at this, running a hand through his hair.
“I promise you nothing-”
“Cut the bullshit Y/n. The last time I saw you, you were covered in tears, and now you’re avoiding me and crying alone at midnight in a skate park. Something happened.” His eyes met yours, the tears in his own threatening to spill.
“I can’t lose you. You’re my best friend.” There it was, all hope gone in a second. You felt your heart shatter again, your tears spilling over and the air sucked out of your lungs.
“I don’t want to be your friend.” You said it before you even thought, the words tumbling out now.
“I don’t want to be your fucking friend! All these years I’ve been so desperately in love with you, watching you break and cry over Kaoru and Adam, but the second he snaps his fingers you’re all puppy eyes and I can’t take it!” He was silent, staring at you in pure bewilderment.
“I’ve been here for so long, so utterly in love with you but you didn’t even notice. Too wrapped up in your own mess that you left me high and dry. Don’t want to lose your best friend? You lost me years ago when you chose to chase him rather than stand by my side. I could have done it you know, been quietly in love with you and been happy, but you just left me alone all the time. Every chance you got, it was him over me and I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care how selfish I sound, I don’t care if you hate me now. But seeing the two of you together? It hurts more than anything else.” You were quiet now, but the silence between the two of you was deafening.
“You...” Joe began, the trembling in his own voice growing louder as he suppressed his tears.
“You love me?” You knew he couldn’t see you, but all you could muster was a pitiful nod.
“All this time? Really?” You nodded again and he turned his gaze to you. Heat rushed to your cheeks, the flush paired with your thumping heart.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve got to go.” He pushed himself up, and with one last look, he left you alone. Why should I expect anything different at this point? You let out a shaky sigh, the tears beginning again.
You spent the next few days wrapped up in your bedsheets, calling in sick to work. Your mother visited your house, seeing you miserable and tried her best to cheer you up, but nothing worked. She could tell something was up with you and Joe, worried that the torch you’d carried for him throughout the years had burnt you out. She tried, she really did, but you were so broken.
Eventually, you pulled yourself away from the pile of quilts and blankets, making your way towards the bathroom to shower. You noticed the photos of you, Joe and Kaoru as kids that used to hang upon your wall were taken down, probably your mother’s doing. You didn't really mind. Your reflection caught you off guard, the dark circles and sickly looking frame sticking out from the clothes you'd been sleeping in. The shower was warm enough for you to get lost in thought, your mind racing back to the argument. No, it wasn’t really an argument, more you just screaming at him, letting out all of your pain. You winced, embarrassment bubbling in your stomach and chest. But you pushed it down, you couldn’t allow yourself to wallow on this anymore. You needed to move on.
Work was hard, seeing the happy couples coming into the bakery to order wedding cakes or baby shower treats. It was sickening. Your manager seemed to notice you weren’t yourself and allowed you to just focus on baking, instead of piping sickeningly sweet love notes onto cakes or moulding tiny prams out of fondant. It was a nice rest bite, all you had to do was follow a recipe and mix some batter.
Life became easier after a while, and the love you had for baking came back. You felt comfortable decorating again, your manager thankful you’d come out of whatever it was okay. You agreed, feeling okay for the first time in a long time. Life was getting its shine back, the colour returning. But then it all came to a halt again.
It was raining heavily as you rushed home from work, the store closing later than usual so you could finish a delivery for tomorrow. But as you approached your house there were two familiar figures blocking your doorway. You didn't want to see them, not again. Not now you were finally starting to feel better. It was Kaoru who spoke first.
“Could we please come in?”
“S-sure.” You stammered, your hand shaking as you tried to unlock the door. Finally, you pushed the door open and stood aside to welcome the men in. They stepped out of their shoes and padded towards your living room. You squeaked something out about towels and rushed off, locking yourself in your bathroom. Your breathing was getting erratic, your body shaking. Why were they here?
You calmed yourself after a while, gathering some towels and joining them in your living room. It was surreal, watching the two men dry themselves off as you wrapped the plush blue fabric around yourself. You sat across from the both of them, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights before a crash.
“I want to go first if that’s okay.” Joe said breaking the silence. You nodded in response and Kaoru quipped something about him, but you took no notice.
“I’m sorry. To be honest, I wasn’t sure at first if I understood where you were coming from. You sounded so jealous and I instinctively got defensive, that’s why I left. But now I see that I played out exactly what you were miserable about, I chose my feelings for Kaoru over listening to your pain and I’m so sorry.” He cleared his throat and Kaoru placed a hand on his shoulder for support.
“I’m sorry as well Y/n. I knew about your feelings for Joe years ago, but I childishly tried to break that bond between the two of you out of spite.” Kaoru said, dropping his gaze to the floor. “I feel like such a fool, and after what happened with Adam I got some perspective. I realised how much I must have hurt you, but I selfishly didn’t apologise, thinking just trying to be your friend was good enough. But I realise now it wasn’t”
“It’s okay. I mean, I understand. You don’t know how many times I tried to do the same thing to you and Joe.” You played with the fabric in your fingers. “I hated seeing him cry over you, but it was even worse seeing you two falling in love.” The air was heavy now, the tension thick.
“Y/n. We’ve spent the past few weeks trying to figure out what to do because you mean a lot to the both of us.” You met Kaoru’s eyes as a blush rose on his cheeks. “I came to terms with my feelings on the matter.” He said, breaking away from your gaze.
“Y/n I care about you, more than a friend, honestly? I think I love you too.” Joe said smiling softly at you.
“Y/n, I was always jealous of not only you but Joe too. I wanted your attention as much as I wanted his.” Kaoru joined in. “I didn’t understand it myself at first, but after talking it through with Joe, I realised that I care about you both deeply.” He stammered out, the blush burning brighter now.
“I-I don’t...” You said, mouth agape.
“We’re not totally sure about any of this either. But we realised that just us being together wasn’t gonna make all of us happy, and we were done leaving you all alone.” Joe said, moving around the table between you all and coming to sit beside you. He took your hands in his, as delicately as you had imagined that day.
“Y/n, we want to be with you too. We won’t be happy if you’re not with us, and I can’t stand seeing you hurting because of us anymore.” He said kissing the knuckles on your hand.
“What are you saying?” You stammered out, blushing almost as furiously as Kaoru across from you.
“We want you to be a part of this.” Kaoru motioned between the two men in front of you and your blush burned even brighter, feeling it spread down to your chest.
“We don’t want to ever leave you alone again.”
You spent that night figuring out your feelings for the two men, laughter slowly creeping its way back into your life. With them, it felt easy, and the soft kisses shared between the three of you had your head reeling. It was nice like this, no more jealousy ripping the three of you apart, just love. Or at least, it felt like love between the three of you, you were happy just being here with them, three bodies curled up together in your bed, legs intertwined and breathing calm. This was how you all spent your nights now, skating with friends and sharing soft kisses and not-so-subtle glances, then returning home together, content. You were alone no more.
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🍋 Bunny- Yandere!Adult-Trio x Chubby!Gentle!Reader Lemon
Hello my lovies~! Here is the Adult-Trio for all of you (Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi).
Note: I do NOT and NEVER will support rape. These are stories so keep them that way. Force play is acceptable, forcing someone is rape.
Warnings; Non-con, Dub-con, consensual lemons and limes. Poly/ Harem style relationships. Hisoka's perverted nature. Illumi's absolute lack of social skills. Chrollo's manipulation tactics. Reader is sub to all three. Dom! Adult-trio. Conversations with the Zoldyck family, and the Phantom Troupe. Much confusion. Protective, Sadistic, and Obsessive yanderes. Likely to be longer than usual chapters. All three are hung like a horse.
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You sat on Chrollo's lap as he rest his chin on your shoulder, holding a book in front of the two of you with one hand. His arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you caged against his bare chest. His warmth seeping through your clothes, his jacket laying over your front like a blanket.
It was nearing the end of a job for the Phantom Troupe and most had gone off without a hitch. The only 'issue' that came up were the incessant questions from the Troupe.
Chrollo had never told them he had a significant other, and surely you would tell them more than their stoic leader. Uvogin was likely the worst about it, closely followed by Nobunaga, then Machi. But all of them were curious about you regardless.
Chrollo would allow them to ask their questions until they took too much of a flirting tone, then a single glance from him sends them away. They figure that he must be furious if he was willing to tear his eyes away from his book. Problem is, he considers anything other than questions involving him as some kind of flirting.
"Since when do you have a girlfriend!?"
"... I'm his fiancé..."
"You're getting married!? How long have you two known each other?"
"A while."
"What-? Where did you even come fr-"
Uvogin quickly fell silent as those intense steel eyes locked with his. Okay. Off-limits question.
It didn't take too long for the Troupe to catch the hint that their leader wanted some space so they quickly backed off, giving him some much needed room.
"They didn't even notice."
"Ch-Chrollo... I said I didn't want to..!"
"Shh... No one will ever know. You have to stay quiet though, or else they'll figure out what we've been doing. I just want to feel you for a bit, it doesn't have to be for very long."
You bit down on your lip as his unoccupied hand rest beneath his jacket, silently rubbing your exposed heat. He had been for a while now. It was a good thing the troupe explained away your blush due to nerves.
It didn't take much movement from him to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your thighs until you were exposed enough for him to tease you. He hadn't turned the page in a long time, likely due to the book only being a front to throw off the troupe. You stifled a whimper, slightly arching your back.
"Chrollo..!"
"(Y/n), I promise you, they won't catch us. So long as you keep that beautiful voice of your's quiet, they will never know."
"... Promise?"
"I swear to you."
You didn't respond to his reassurance to keep the scandalous behavior secret from the others. He took your silence as a 'yes' and deftly unbuttoned his pants, sliding you back by your hips to rub your soft pussy against his aching cock. You had no idea how on earth you were supposed to be quiet with that monstrous length being stuffed into you. Sometimes you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, knowing what a stretch it was taking his entire length into you.
Chrollo lightly kissed your shoulder, lowering your hips and allowing gravity to help him sink into you. Your entire body tensed at the almost painful intrusion, sitting as still as possible to get used to it. Deep breaths from the male behind you drew your attention to how still he was sitting. He was typically unable to remain still for so long, but it seemed like he was being patient today.
"I'm going to start thrusting just a bit... I need to feel your tight walls massage my cock."
"But, Chrollo..!"
"You can't expect me to sit completely still while buried to the hilt in my most precious treasure."
"They'll notice..!"
He hummed and the book began to faintly glow in his hands before a kind of bubble shield wrapped a full dome around the two of you with at least a 10ft radius. It must be a skill he stole... But what did it do?
"Now they won't see us. All they see is an innocent couple cuddling. They can still hear us, so stay quiet, but now I can bend you over this pillar and pound you into the ground like I want to."
"Chrollo, you said you just wanted to feel for a bit, not a full session..!"
"You're always so naive, I can't help but deceive you just to see how much you still trust me."
"But-"
Your whimpering complaint was cut off sharply by his lips firmly pressed into your own, his hips now bucking up roughly into you. There was no choice but to keep your lips locked with his to keep all of the moans inside. The jacket falling from your shoulders as he used his free hand to pull up your shirt and bra, allowing your chest to bounce freely.
He broke the intimate kiss and bent you over the fallen pillar, as promised. You began panting helplessly as his thrusts forced all of the air out of your lungs, nails digging into the chipped stone. You had to put your head down to try and muffle the noises that were fighting to get out of you.
Your body began to shake as he continued to bury himself into you, keeping one hand firmly on the book to keep the illusion from disappearing.
"Mmm~ I do love riding you like this... Do they do it too? Can they ride you to the point you're drooling and a complete mess?"
"N-no..! Only you..."
Trying to keep your voice from squeaking out or getting louder as you responded to the black-haired male. He was right, he was best at riding you like this in comparison to the other two.
"Only me."
You bit harshly on your hand, feeling that burning coil winding up inside of you. Your whole body began tensing from the pleasure bubbling up in you. It didn't take long for that coil to snap as you cry into your hand.
Your whole body spasmed with every following thrust before he released into you, moaning softly into your ear. You whimpered softly as he kissed your neck, slowly pulling out of you. You stayed in that position, laying out over the pillar and catching your breath.
You knew he was staring at you, pleased with what he had done to you and the mess he made of you. He was the most intelligent of your partners and he had a way of making you convinced you want him. He was skilled in letting the other two drive you closer to him for seeming more stable mentally and emotionally. A light chuckle met your ears and you glared over your shoulder at the amused male. He watched you closely with a smirk on his lips, his hair ruffled from the usual slicked back style.
"Fuck off, Chrollo."
"Not likely. I'd rather keep fucking you, but it seems I managed to tire you out."
"... I told you I was already tired. Not my fault you didn't listen."
He just chuckled again and casually fixed his clothes, slicking back his hair once more. Once he was pleased with his appearance, he gently rubbed your back, pulling your clothes back on and pulling you back onto his lap. You were exhausted and happy to settle for laying back against his chest, pulling his jacket close and snuggling down.
"Careful. Keep moving against me like that and I won't be able to hold myself back."
"That sucks. You've already fucked my brains out today, so now you get to be my heating pad."
"(Y/n)-"
"Heating pads don't talk."
You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, as it rumbled softly in his chest. When you two were settled once more he removed the illusion.
Thankfully, it seemed that the others were none the wiser about what the two of you just did. Chrollo, seeing how tired you were, decided to be merciful and lay along the pillar with you laying on his chest. It was rare for Chrollo to lay down, even when he slept, so you understood the surprised and confused stares from the troop.
You didn't honestly care what they were thinking as you lay across their leader's chest, lounging on one of the most terrifying men in the world. Some would call you crazy for it, but you were desensitized to being in the presence of dangerous people.
~~~~~~~~
You lay across the comfortable couch with your head resting on Illumi's lap as he silently watched you. Illumi being the more emotionally challenged one of your husbands, due to his life-long training as an assassin.
You were trying to take a break from his mother's consistent pestering. She clearly adored you and was thrilled at the idea of you being her daughter in law. To your surprise, Illumi's father was also fond of you. It surprised you because the man rarely ever spoke and you had been halfway convinced he didn't like you in the slightest.
"My dear, I had one more question."
"Mother..."
"Hush, Illumi. I can ask my future daughter in law whatever I want to ask."
"..."
It wasn't hard to tell when Illumi was frustrated- at least for you- but his mother payed the glare no mind. You went to sit up before a firm hand gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place. Illumi's eyes were typically the best way to read his emotions and the look he gave you told you to stay where you were.
With a soft sigh, you settled back down with your head in his lap, letting him gently pet your hair.
"Okay, well, it's a few more questions. But I want to know how you two met?"
"We met-"
"It doesn't matter how we met. She's here now, so that's all that matters."
You wanted to sigh at his dominant behavior, deciding to fully sit up, much to Illumi's frustration. If his parents noticed his hostile behavior towards them, they didn't mention it. He still fought to make you lay back down, but you were done with his bad mood.
"Illumi. Stop."
"..."
"Now."
"... Fine."
He moved his arm, allowing you to sit up, but as you settled next to him he wrapped an arm around you as if to stake a claim. His behavior must be typical for a Zoldyck due to the lack of reaction from his parents.
"We met when he killed me on accident."
"I didn't-"
"So my heart stopping was just me taking a nap?"
"..."
"Apparently I was close to his target and he missed."
"... I didn't-"
"So you meant to hit me?"
"No."
"Then you missed."
"... Yes."
"Is that why you get so upset when asked about it?"
"... No"
"... Are you upset because you technically killed-"
"Stop."
"So, that's a 'yes' then."
You chuckled softly at the clear pout Illumi had on his face. He still refused to talk about that moment when your heart was stopped by the poison he typically used. He even went as far as to switch the toxin he used, apparently despising the poison that killed you.
That day was the same day you met Chrollo and Hisoka.
Chrollo was the one who revived you and Hisoka endlessly bugged Illumi about it. Chrollo was the first to take interest in you, apparently finding your 'energy' fascinating. Hisoka quickly followed suit, loving the way you responded to his teasing. Illumi was technically last to gain interest in you, though he did as well for your fascinating reactions. It was as if he felt the need to protect you like a lion and the lamb kind of story. all of this happened in the span of an hour.
From then on, all three have been rather aggressively pursuing you. Texts, letters, sticky-notes, gifts, showing up in your home, showing up any time you went out, things like that. You then had to deal with their constant attempts to one-up each other and their consistent fighting.
Once the fighting escalated from verbal to physical, you had to step in before they killed each other. It was surprising to you that all three were ready to kill for you and you could tell they weren't going to take 'no' as an answer. The next best was to agree to give all three a chance at having a full relationship with you. It quickly became apparent there would be no breaking up with them and if you chose one the other two would kill him.
This is how you wound up having three fiancés.
You had Illumi break the news to his parents about being engaged and about the fact he was one of three. They apparently took it rather well and you were stunned when Kikyo complimented you for getting the full attention of the three dangerous men you were currently engaged to. Silva never said a word about it and Illumi never told you how his father had responded to the news.
"Illumi! How could you have missed your target with all of the training you've done?"
"Drop it."
"Were you just distracted by (y/n) when you met her and that's why you missed?"
"Stop."
You could tell Kikyo's chiding was beginning to get to Illumi, watching his eyes burn with anger and some other emotion as his arm tightened around you. You knew how quickly Illumi could snap when he was in such a mood so you tried to cut the conversation off before it got to that point.
"You said you had other questions?"
"Hm? Oh, right. What last name do you plan on taking? I know there's Illumi's, but what of the other two?"
It was a damn good question. You had no idea what last name to take once you were wed as there were the last names of your three husbands and you own last name. So you had the choice of any of the four options, but you knew if you chose just one it would displease your other husbands.
"Probably all of them. Just hyphen the names together as my legal name with my maiden name first so there are less documents to deal with. I can just switch off which name is most beneficial for me depending on the situation."
"... Silva, she's perfect."
You couldn't help but chuckle at the kind words, knowing that you at least had the approval of Illumi's parents. Illumi was still holding you close to him, clearly done with this nonsensical questioning. Illumi wasn't the easiest to rile up, but his temper would always break when Hisoka or Chrollo were mentioned during 'his turn' of keeping you with him.
You also knew that Illumi had one hell of a dominance kink that played into how possessive he was of you, only fueling his aggression towards your other fiancés. You hoped his mother would stop asking questions, for your sake, due to the fact Illumi became very forceful when angered. He was already rough, given just how intensely strong he was, so you would rather not add anger into the mix.
"Which of them do you care for the most-?"
"That's enough. This conversation is over."
Illumi sharply stood and picked you up in his arms a bit too tightly, carrying you away from his mother's prying. You felt a stir of fear in your chest at how angry Illumi was, knowing what usually resulted from it. Illumi wasn't the kind of guy who took 'no' as an answer and you knew it.
Doesn't mean you wouldn't try though.
He easily made it to his room, closing the door behind him and pinning you to the bed. Illumi could only burn off his frustration and anger in two ways. First; killing whoever made him angry. Second; fucking you roughly into the nearest surface. Since the first wasn't an option as he wouldn't kill a family member, that only left the second option.
"Wa-wait, Illumi-!"
"No."
Your following plead was silenced by the rough and almost painful kiss, trying to struggle in his grip. He was already to the point that his eyes were becoming glazed and he was becoming lost to the feeling of your skin. He wasn't one to feel much of anything, but there was an addictive quality to you that he desperately wanted to overdose on.
Everything would fade away into the background and out of his mind so long as you were pressed up against him. He wasn't typically the kind to let himself get lost in an emotion. He was always rather cold and calculating, but the simple bliss of turning that logical mind off for once and riding an emotion high... Intoxicating.
"Illumi- Illumi, stop! You- you're being too rough!"
He didn't respond, trying to keep his lips locked with yours for as long as he could, ripping at your clothes. Typically, Illumi knew his strength and kept it in check to not hurt you, but when he was angered he would lose himself in the taste of your lips and sound of your voice. It wasn't very often it happened, as he had rather consistent control over himself, though there were times like these that you knew he wouldn't stop.
It didn't matter to him if he hurt you or you didn't want him at that moment, it was what he needed and so he would take it. He would worry about the rest later, when his primal desires were satiated and he had worked out enough energy. Usually, after coming back to himself and realizing his behavior he would apologize and would cuddle you for however long you wished. He would treat you like fragile glass unless you say otherwise.
That was hard to do as an assassin who had been trained to ignore everything beyond his orders and family. He always has such little control when it comes to you. Having no prior experience to indulging in his desires, just a small slip of control would spiral down into needing to partake in his only vice, you.
He ripped his own clothes off along with yours, leaving every part of the two of you exposed. There was a low growl of pleasure rumbling in the back of his throat, slowly growing louder.
He ducked his head down, catching one of your pert nipples in his mouth and putting his hands under your back, forcing you to arch up into his touch. You squirmed in his grip, winded by his sudden and aggressive behavior paired with his almost desperate need to have you. He licked and bit at your soft skin, letting his mouth trail over whatever exposed flesh he could get to.
He almost seemed frantic, as if he were worried you would somehow be gone in a few seconds and he was trying to get in every touch he could. He was practically panting like an animal during a rut, grinding his hips against yours wildly.
It didn't take long for him to bury himself into you, his eyes rolling back in pure euphoria. He rapidly began thrusting into you, the force of his wildly bucking hips moving you up and down the bed.
"Mine... You're mine! I won't let you get away from me, you can never leave me."
"Ah-! Illumi ple-please you're being too rough with- with me!"
"I'll break you for me. So those two don't get to have you ever again."
Your body spasmed and twitched helplessly beneath him, your body slowly blocking out the pain with mind numbing pleasure. He bashed the head of his cock into your tight cervix until it gave way, wrapping like a vice around his rock-hard length. You wrapped your arms around his neck while hitching your legs over his hips, it was all you could do to hold on.
Pleasure shot into your brain along with the pain you felt, the feelings quickly consuming you. You knew the pleasure was rising up into a fever pitch when his brutal and rapid thrusts began to lose their rhythm. Similarly, you could feel that white-hot coil of ecstasy threatening to break, each violent thrust sending you closer and closer to the abyss.
As soon as the coil within you snaps, you had to press your lips to his in order to stop yourself from screaming loudly enough that the whole house could hear. You felt the growl that tore through his throat more than you heard it, each flooding pulse making him spasm in short, rough thrusts that only continued to over-stimulate your nerves. Once he had gotten every ounce of his cum into you, he slowly withdrew from your tight womb, returning to his senses.
"I apologize. I did not intend to lose control like that. Did I injure you?"
"No more than you usually do... But for my sake, please stop fucking me exclusively in your anger. There's only so much I can take."
"I... Will work on my self-control for you."
He conceded that you were in the right and that he was the one who had messed up in that exchange. He wrapped his arms around you and lay next to you while he gently rubbed your back, apologizing for his wild behavior. You shivered lightly, feeling caged in the arms of a tiger.
He was more animalistic than people gave him credit for. Possessive of his mate, poor social skills at best, silent hunter that never gets caught. He was just a refined animal, a stealthy and lethal predator among clumsy prey. It only took times like this- laying curled up in his arms- to make you realize just how dangerous the men who latched onto you really were.
It hadn't fully set in when you first agreed to date the three of them, but it was never going to be just dating. They were ready to kill one another, like three predators fighting over a mate, though you felt more like prey.
A Serpent, a Fox, and a Spider all fighting over you. What started out as a small competition to win you became an absolute obsession to have you. They only don't kill each other to not fall out of favor with you and it would be inconvenient. This meant a lot of tense moments when the three are together as if they'd just as easily kill one another even though it seemed they were friends at some point.
This meant that only your shared affection for them made them hesitate. You were the cute chubby little hutch bunny surrounded by the wild and aggressive top predators. You could never have known how dangerous they were when you first encountered them. It's one thing to be a criminal, it's another thing entirely to be on top of the criminal world.
The Phantom Troupe was notorious for stealing everything they wanted, no matter what kind of trouble they have to go through. The Zoldycks were the top assassin family that not one person scoffed at the name, both in fear and reverence that no one can stop them. Hisoka was the top of the list for being a well known Sociopath, going after everyone and anyone no matter what that person was to him prior.
You had never known- in your safe little home- what kind of world existed beyond your docile life. The darker side of the world that gentle girls like you could never even dream of. But by gaining their attention you may as well have been thrown in between the three with a leash already secure around your neck.
You were in great danger but you were also one of the safest people on the planet, secure in the arms of the most dangerous people in the world. If anyone was stupid enough to try, not a hair on your head would be touched without extreme ramifications. They may have spats with each other, but they loved and wanted you more. They put away their deadly desires towards each other and continued killing everyone else.
What is more terrifying then one of the top criminals of the world? Three of the top criminals of the world working together towards a common goal. At that point, if they're coming after you with the goal to kill, some divine being must hate you with a passion.
It didn't take long to accept their insane desire for you, deciding you wouldn't be able to escape one without all you know being destroyed, you're triple fucked now. You left your life mostly behind, seeming like one of those foolish girls who runs off with trouble only for their heart to get broken. But it wouldn't get broken and you weren't doing this for you, you were doing it for everyone you cared about.
Sometimes one must be offered up as a sacrifice to keep their world from spilling over into yours. People would die and cower in fear, others will swear hatred against everyone involved, and you would be responsible for it all. Besides, though they terrified you a good bit sometimes, you could still occasionally forget their status and treat them like any fiancé would be.
They're quite amused with letting you seem like you have the dominance, but being the real danger that lurks behind and always makes sure you know who your doms are. The three teamed up just to get you, and now they aren't letting go.
~~~~~~~~
Hisoka was the more... Mentally Unstable... Of the three of your soon-to-be husbands. There were times you worried he would kill you instead of marry you, but that was apparently just part of his charm. He was unpredictable, setting off every danger-bell in your head. A real-life monster who just wanted the burn the world. He was also the one to treat you to whatever you wanted and absolutely wanted to spoil you rotten.
The ends were always worth the means to Hisoka so he smothered you with affection and gave you everything without fuss. Sometimes he felt more like a hot insane carnie-sugar-daddy than you expected given how the other two used such things to manipulate you. It was like an indulgent pet owner who just loved to spoil their little darling with everything.
This also meant he was one hell of a service dom and craved to watch you become delirious with bliss. Seeing you just drowning in pleasure before he would even put his cock in you. It probably didn't help that he was quite the sexual deviant and knew exactly what to do to break you for him. This worship kind of manipulation is what got him going.
He always enjoyed a good fight and they made him just oh so excited, but he would easily settle for a good 'wrestle' session instead. But something lit a fire in the openly sexual being. Something about you drove him mad and he wanted you- the little bunny- to snap your teeth in frustration at him or to open you legs for him. Either way, you were just too fun to give up for any reason. None of them would ever get bored with you and if one was invested, the other were as well.
It was once just a competition against each other, though that quickly became an insane obsession over you. All you did, all you were, everything about you, was what they wanted. That challenge between each other became just an added pride bonus instead of the focus of their game.
No. The real prize was you.
Hisoka would shower you in affection and do whatever it took to make you mewl and moan. If you didn't want to play, he would typically back off and take care of it himself unless he was in a blood lust, in which case he can't stop. In one of his blood lusts, he only had two functions; kill or fuck, so the obvious answer was the second option.
He slowly trailed his lips over your shoulder, massaging your back as you lay face-down on the bed. You could tell he was enjoying the massage as much as you were, if the hardening length on your back was anything to go by. You loved the fact that he could tell you were tired and in need of some general love and affection.
You had been rather tense given the situations you had been in prior to joining Hisoka. Though Hisoka seemed as if he were the most frightening or stressful to be around, but surprisingly he was not. If anything, Hisoka was the one you never had to worry about in your stressful life. You knew he was more of a loner and he was not aggressive towards you as he was others.
His hands were warm and gentle against your poor tense back, paying special attention to the firmer knots. It almost felt like he was smoothing out the deep muscles that had been so tense just moments before, letting you absolutely melt into his touch.
You let out a long moan of pleasure as warmth seemed to spread through your body, feeling relaxation fill your body. A light kiss at your shoulder reminded you of Hisoka being attached to those heavenly hands on your back.
"Mmm~ Look how cute you're being... Just letting all your little moans out."
"A-ah... Hisoka..!"
"Just like that."
You whimpered softly in bliss, feeling shivers run through you as his nails gently scrape over your skin. He used enough pressure to work your muscles but not enough to sink his nails into you. There was little chance you could ever be more comfortable than you were at that moment.
Getting a nice long warm bath that pulled your worries away. Cuddling up in a soft towel and just letting Hisoka brush your hair gently, allowing you to lean into his comfortable touch.
"Falling asleep on me~?"
"Mmm... Kinda..."
"Then I'll just have to wait for you to wake back up."
"You don't have to..."
"Have to..?"
"Wait. I mean... If you wanted to, I would let you..."
A soft chuckle came from his chest, making you look up at him. Hisoka was rather skilled in getting you to beg for him, since he refused to take advantage of you unless you explicitly tell him to. And he was the one out of your three soon-to-be husbands that you always enjoyed having sex with.
He was pleased with any position or location, so long as it is you he's with. Even if you wanted to top, he would be happy as ever to be a switch. So long as he was able to have you melting into cute little moans, he was pleased.
"You asking for me to fuck you even if you fall asleep? Is that what would would like for me to do to you?"
"I wouldn't... Say no."
"Want me that badly~? I'd be happy to do that for you."
"... please?"
"With pleasure."
He gently rolled you onto your back, grinning as he looked down at you, seeing your bright blush. Your soft body was completely on display for him and he gently trailed his fingers over the bruises and marks the other two left behind. That's not to say he doesn't mark you, but he does it more intentionally and with purpose.
"Look how roughly they treated you... Tsk, this won't do at all. Here, let me kiss it better."
He gently ghosted his lips over your neck, pressing soft kisses any time he found a bruise or mark on your body. You mewled and moved your hips slightly as he trailed down, kissing around your breasts and giving a light lick at each peak. It was almost maddening with how slowly he was going, each touch leaving you burning for more.
He ensured to go over every little mark on your body, worshiping your soft skin and loving every mark he found. Sometimes, you were self-conscious about the lightning like scars on your skin, but somehow Hisoka made everything okay. That nervousness didn't really go away with Chrollo or Illumi, even though you know they don't judge you. But there was still a part of you that hated those scars until Hisoka got to them.
He behaved as if you were some delicate renaissance painting that needed to be shown gentle love and affection, even with any marks that may have formed. For how much he loved to mercilessly tease you and poke your last nerve, he was one hell of a considerate lover. If you didn't enjoy it or if it made you feel inferior, he would downright refuse to do it. He would only ever do things you wanted him to do to you, and he got pleasure from giving pleasure to you.
His kinks revolved around the way others reacted to him. Anger and frustration towards him easily get him hard, but blushing and mewling from his actions? Oh, you must be trying to make him cum sounding like that.
Fair to say, he would be rough when you wanted him to be and he would pleasure you endlessly regardless of being gentle or not.
"I think right here needs the most attention."
"Whe-? Ah! Hisoka!"
The moment you had tried to look down your body at him, he began to leave long licks through your folds. His nose pushing at your clit as he sensually dug his tongue into you. You let out moans and cries as you arched your back from the sensation filling your mind.
You wound your fingers through his flame red hair and held on, crying out in bliss from the intense pleasure. You could feel his smirk as he only doubled his efforts, moaning out against you and pressing closer. You couldn't stop the loud moans that ripped from your throat, whimpering from the slick feeling of his skilled tongue.
He move his tongue in thrusting motions, putting your legs up over his shoulders, intentionally trapping himself. He hummed against you and gripped your soft thighs, pressing them against his face.
You could feel that coil of pleasure inside of you winding rapidly from his continued attention, his eyes almost completely rolled back. He was gripping your hips in order to move them against his mouth, wanting you to practically shove his face into your heat. You were panting heavily at this point, gripping onto his hair like a lifeline as the pleasure built.
As if every nerve in your body was buzzing with electricity, your cry was harsh and guttural the moment that pressure broke. You could barely stop your legs from tensing and tightening around his head, holding him securely in place as the pleasure burned through you. Being the kind of person Hisoka is, he ensured to continue thrusting his tongue into you to make your orgasm last longer.
Only when you fell limp on the bed did he finally pull away, licking his lips sensually and licking your slick from your thighs. Say what you will about him, but there was no denying the fact that Hisoka has one hell of a tongue. You let your body relax into the sheets as he moved up, caging your body with his and hovering over you with a grin.
You looked up at his messy red hair and bedroom eyes, feeling a light pressure against your sensitive heat.
"Seems you enjoyed that~ Don't worry, unlike the other two, I know how to please you until your delirious."
"..."
"Do you still want me to fuck you to sleep?"
"... Yes."
"Good."
He let you dig your nails into his shoulder as he slowly slid into you, letting out deep moans from the pleasure and pain. It was around this time that he usually began to lose his grip on his self control, but he still maintained a slow and steady tempo. He was watching your cute little expressions each time he sunk into you, loving the way your glassy eyes stared up at him.
He maintained the slow pace, only speeding up when you began to doze off, bringing you straight back to consciousness. The slow building pleasure seemed to be consuming all reasonable thought in you, letting you drown in the feeling. You could feel the heavy pulse of his heartbeat deep within you from his cock, feeling every rivet and point he pressed up against.
You couldn't stop the whimpers of pleasure and the shaking of your soft body as he continued to thrust into your warm insides. He was beginning to lose his self-control, his hands tightening on your hips and his thrusts gradually gaining speed. Again you felt that coil of pleasure winding tightly inside of you and you couldn't stop your moans that grew louder and louder.
"Are you gonna cum for me? Let your tight little pussy milk my cock..."
"Mmm... Hisoka..!"
"I'm right here. Sink your nails in and feel that I'm here with you~"
You did exactly that, feeling a light trail of blood from where you dug your nails into his toned body. His thrusts were firm enough to move you up and down on the bed, your eyes rolling back. Something was different about your building orgasm that made your toes curl and your spine tense. The pleasure running through your body was all consuming, making your cry harsh and loud as the coil within you snaps.
You were faintly aware of his continued thrusts as your body jerked and twitched helplessly beneath him from over-stimulation. Each movement practically tearing through you like individual orgasms in their own right. When he finally reached his orgasm, you were drooling and delirious.
Your muscles continuing to pump and squeeze his cock as you attempt to calm down, feeling every heavy spurt of cum painting your insides. When you finally went limp, Hisoka was grinning widely down at you. Oh, how fucking cute you are, making such sinful faces and noises just for him.
Well... Him and two others. Much as he wanted to slaughter them and claim you as his prize, he knew it would upset you and push you away from him. That was just something he couldn't allow.
So for now he just grinned down at you, watching you slip into sleep from sheer exhaustion, still clamped down on his deeply seated cock. He was happy to sleep now and take advantage of another round later, knowing that you came back to him time and time again. He would be the best lover you will ever know.
Who knows? Maybe he'll even win you fully with his continued attention. Maybe.
Not likely.
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