#but u can’t deny he’s trying to make them grab the other’s hand

[minimallyminnie]

hehehehehehehe

okay okay

how would Sebek, Leona, Silver, and Vil react if the reader got them flowers??

Flowers

Breaking news: local tsunderes and a sleepy boy fall for a shrimp when they decide to give flowers to them.

BIGGG HUGS TO MY 2ND YEAR BABY SILVERRR 🔥🔥🔥

Leona Kingscholar

Out of everyone, you chose him?

Yeah, he’s pretty confused when you came up to him in the greenhouse one day

You knelt down to his face

He knew you were there and he half hoped you’d go away if he’d ignore you and half hoped you stayed

You did stay!….and poke his cheek multiple times before he cracked an eye open at you.

“What the hell is your problem herbivore?”

“For you.”

You shove a flower in his face and try run off when he sits up faster and grab your wrist

‘I’m gonna die today, goodbye Grim, goodbye Ace, Deuce…’ You think when you fall back and close your eyes shut, waiting for the time you’ll hit the floor

You fall back into the arm of the SavanaClaw housewarden and when you open one of your eyes, you’re greeted with his face close up

“I wasn’t finished talking.”

“U-uh! My bad! I just—“ You groaned. “I thought this flower reminded me of you.”

“…These are vegetables.”

“Idiot, it’s a herb.”

“Same shit.”

“Coriander, tarragon, and this isn’t even an herb, hydrangeas!”

Leona looked at the three flowers in his hand

“Why they remind you of me?”

Your face brightens yet again, whoops, you forgot about that, well not like you have anything to lose right…?

“Coriander for your hidden worth, tarragon because you make me interested, and hydrangeas because…I’m happy you understand me when everyone can’t.”

“…Really…?” He smirked at you, you have so many urges to kiss and slap him at the same time but you can’t deny the fear of just him ignoring you afterwards

“Just…say you don’t feel the same and move on. I don’t need to be lead on b—“

He kisses your hand that he had held onto

“Don’t assume I don’t feel the same.”

“You do?!”

Leona rolls his eyes and wraps his arm on your waist, pulling you close

“Shut up. Lemme sleep now.” And he knocks out, trapping you with a sleeping lion

You take a minute to appreciate his sleeping face and smile. When he wakes up, you’re sure to ask him out officially!

Rolling yourself on your other side, now you have a dilemma. With the sleeping lion trapping you with his arm…

How are you gonna get out and go to class???!

Vil Schoenheit

The queen of the Magicam app and your heart is always surrounded by people…

And if he isn’t, then Rook is there…

You were so close to pulling your own hair out whenever someone came up to Vil. You knew he was a housewarden, yes, but you needed just one moment alone!

Sighing out in defeat when yet another student came up, you just gave Rook the flowers and told him to give it to Vil later before going back to Ramshackle and complaining in your couch.

You’re grateful that Grim gave you the space you needed and went off to bother your two dorky friends

The rain pelted your window as you furiously screamed inside the cushions

A knock comes at your door, but you’re too frustrated to go open it

“Come in!”

“So, instead of just simply asking me to be alone with you, you asked Rook to give these to me?”

You quickly pounce up and see Vil staring at you down on the couch, his umbrella by his side, was he always that quick?!

He sits down besides you holding the bouquet, Vil looks completely elegant as usual but…the undersides of his shoes. They’re muddy and they have drops of mud on the upper side…He ran?

“An aloe piece, Calla lilies, and forget me nots…Your flower language is lovely. Though, I hope the aloe is affection and not grief…”

“It is…”

He held your hands with his own, you can tell your cheeks are definitely pink

“Affection, beauty, and to not forget. Do you think I really would swoop that low to forget you?”

Well yes, but right now? Oh sevens no.

“I-Well, do you feel…the s-same?”

You asked with curiosity and hesitation

“You’re very foolish of you think I ran in my heels here to just reject you.”

A smile graces his face and you happily hug him

Silver Vanrouge (I will die for that.)

A slight blush adorned your cheeks anytime Silver came by

He was just so pretty in your eyes!! How can one being be so…so…

RAHHHHH

You knew if he was busy guarding Malleus, he wouldn’t be able to spend time with you

If he wasn’t, he was sleeping and completely unable to talk

Knowing him better than yourself, you knew exactly what time to give the flowers to him!!!

That is until he ended up getting more shifts as a result of Sebek getting ill (you don’t blame him, you gave a little card along with Jack earlier)

Hole in your plan…

Fortunately! You got free lunch from someone who wasn’t hungry and went to his station

Not too many people and either way, Malleus just knew by the glint you saw in his eyes. Tsuntaro really was your wingman…

“Silver!” You ran up to where he was sitting and he stood up fast

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here.” He told you with slightly startled eyes

“Sit back down! I got both of us some food and…a surprise for you. You’re on break right?”

When he sits back down by your side, he nods.

You two eat the food before you wrap the plates up in their bag again

Silver, feeling sleepy, dropped his head on your shoulder

“Ah! Wait hang on, before y-you sleep…” You grab the hidden flowers from underneath a cloth and give it to him

His sleepy eyes widen, a pink bloomed on his cheeks

“For…me?”

“For you!” You blushed too, not knowing if he knew or reciprocated your feelings

“…White clovers, Gardenias, and white hyacinths…”

Mainly whites since you thought they matched Silver’s pretty white hair—Ack! Caught lacking again in front of the knight himself!

“Y-yeah! Picked them out myself! Thought they matched your appearance and how…how I think about you! Clovers because I think of you, gardenias cause you’re lovely, and hyacinths for prayers for someone or because you’re so lovely yet again!” You smile at the end, shyly looking away as his pupils dilate and his face becomes shocked

He blinks and smiles softly, taking one of the clovers and putting one behind your ear

“I think of you too.”

You’re so happy, you tackled him to the ground and almost crushed the flowers

Sebek Zigvolt

Bro would eat flowers if Malleus asked him too

Sebek is a sweetie, not everyone sees past the rough and loud exterior that he has but when you did, you fell straight down for him.

Well maybe not straight down, more like…someone entering shallow water for the first time. Carefully stepping in and then getting excited and diving all in.

You saw how Sebek refused gifts from his friends. How he was…quite determined to give the gifts back

Got pretty annoyed at the sharp toothed man for that…

Despite your sweaty palms, you decided to force a gift no matter what!

So, you decided to ask Malleus and Lilia if they could let Sebek have a single day off, you would do anything

They just laughed and said you didn’t need to

So, Sir Zigvolt got a day off! (He wasn’t happy at first but then you asked him “if he could be your knight for the day”, and with a scowling blushing face, he nodded)

“Hmph! If a lowly human like you needs my help, then fine! Only because Master Malleus Sama is not in need of me!”

You didn’t have classes that day so you spent some time with him just walking around the town with him

Panicking once the day was almost over and the sunset was blooming, you told Sebek to go to the bench that was facing the sky

You sighed out in resignation once you didn’t find anything you thought was special for Sebek…until you saw the flower shop

Going and picking the flowers, you exchanged money with the vendor before hiding them behind your back and going to Sebek

“Sebbekkk!” You nervously smiled at him

“Why hello again, what were you even doing taking so long?” He raised an eyebrow at you in suspicion

“W-well, I was trying to find something for you and I ended up picking these out for you!”

You held out a small bouquet of flowers. Dill, gladioluses, and Heliotropes.

“If you’re going to ask, yes. I know dill is also a herb.”

His eyes focused on the bouquet and then you in shock before his cheeks burned a red deeper than yours

“…You…powerful against evil, victory, devotion…Specifically picked out for…me?”

Dear sevens, as if he didn’t deserve it

“Yes! Do you…like them?”

“Do I have permission to touch you?”

That certainly startled you, but you nodded

He hugged you tight

“I…ahem…I guess I have feelings for you…human. May I take you out on a proper date next time?” He said in a soft and slightly hesitant voice

Nodding in happiness, you wrap your arms around him, hugging just as tight

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can u do one where the reader actually rocks Chris’ toxic girlfriends shit PLEASEEEEEE

and btw you an amazing writertrr

reader x chris who has a toxic gf (part 4)

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, violence, mention of sex

a/n: thank youuu and i hope you like :)

previous part

if someone told me two days ago that i’d be standing in my kitchen, baking cookies with chris and his girlfriend, i would’ve looked at them like they were crazy. yet here i am, doing exactly that.

it was chris’s bright idea for the three of us to spend time together, “i want you guys to try to get along” were his exact words.

i offered to do it at my house, so i could kick layla’s ass out when i got sick of her.

so now, here we were, baking cookies together. we hadn’t even been at it for longer than five minutes before layla started to piss me off.

“what the hell type of cookie sheet is this? it looks like you got it from the dollar tree” she snickered.

the sound of her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, she was obviously making it higher on purpose.

i gave her an odd look at this, “i did. why would i pay for expensive ass cooking sheets?” i squinted my eyes at her.

she looked taken aback, probably expecting me to take her words to heart.

“for real. who cares where you got it? as long as it works” chris agreed.

when he saw the look on layla’s face, his eyes widened slightly and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

chris grabbed the bag of cookie dough, starting to hand it to me.

i went to grab it before layla, who stood on my other side, reached around me and took it.

“great, let’s get started!” she spoke, an annoyingly wide grin covering her face.

i glanced at chris, giving him a look to express my annoyance without verbalizing it.

he gave me a pleading look, silently asking me to try.

letting her open the bag, i reached for the parchment paper, lining my “cheap” cookie sheets.

i watched as she struggled to open the bag, letting out dramatic huffs and puffs.

“baby, can you open this for me? my nails-” she stopped talking when i grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open.

my nails were longer than hers, however, i opened the bag without a problem.

“it’s not the nails” i spoke to her as i separated the pre-cut dough.

“and next time, if you can’t open something, don’t take it from someone who actually can” i finished.

she let out a sigh, her lips turning into a slight pout. “whatever” she said.

once the dough was separated, chris and i started to place it on the cookie sheet.

i glanced over at her, noticing that she was just standing there.

“are you actually gonna put the cookies on the sheet, or are your nails too long to do that too?” i asked.

her face dropped at that, her brows furrowing slightly. a deep frown grew on her face and she looked like she was going to cry.

“ok, i’m not just gonna stand here and let you belittle me” she said, catching me by surprise. she seemed like i genuinely upset her.

“and, you, chris ? you just let her talk to me however she wants. i’m not some monster, i have feelings” her voice broke when she spoke, “but all you care about is her”.

i pressed my lips together when chris made no effort to deny her statement, well this is awkward.

chris and i just stood there, staring at her with wide eyes.

“whatever” she shook her head, “can you just bring me home? i’m not feeling great” she asked as she looked at chris.

i squinted my eyes at her, confused. “didn’t you drive here? how is he supposed to take you home?”

chris shot a look at me that said are you serious?

“ok, forget it. never mind” i spoke, holding my hands up.

“i was asking if he could come home with me” she spoke quietly.

“yeah, just let me go use the bathroom real fast” he spoke quickly. he turned to me, “please just leave her alone” he said before walking towards my bathroom.

as soon as he left the room, her face turned into a light smirk.

my eyebrows rose as her eyes, which still had tears in them, held an evil glint.

what the fuck?

“isn’t he so gullible? all it took was a few fake tears to get him on my side” she said, her voice now at its normal pitch.

“see, the difference between you and me? you may have him wrapped around your finger, but i know exactly how to get what i want from him” she spoke.

“well, that and the fact that you’re a manipulative, lying bitch” i said.

“yet i’m the one in a relationship with him. i just know that shit hurts” she said.

her words definitely struck a nerve, but i’d never admit it.

“i’m the one who’ll be taking him home. and once he finishes comforting me, i’ll bat my eyelashes at him. tell him how much your words hurt me, and that i need a distraction”

“before i know it, i’ll be under him. i’ll hear him moan my name because, like i said, i always get what i want. call it manipulative if you want, i have needs” she shrugged once she finished.

“he’s a good fuck, it’s a shame you w-” she started but was cut off by my fist making contact with her face.

there was a sickening crack that echoed through the kitchen, as she fell back into the chair behind her. she held onto her nose, screaming out in pain.

“stand the fuck up” i told her, as she started to actually cry.

she didn’t listen, she just sat there and continued to sob.

“i told you what would happen, bitch. i don’t know why you thought i was joking” i said as i got closer to her, making her shrink away from me.

“you don’t get to talk about chris like that. your ungrateful ass doesn’t deserve him.” i grabbed her by her ponytail, making her cry out in pain.

i pulled her to her feet in one swift motion before letting go of her. i pushed her in the direction of my door, “get the fuck out of my house or i swear to god a broken nose will be the least of your problems” i said.

instead of listening to me, she spun around quickly. she swung at me, but i moved back quickly, only receiving a scratch to the face from her nails.

i swept my foot out, making her lose balance and fall to the ground. without missing a beat, i climbed on top of her and punched her over and over again.

all i could think about was the way she talked about chris, as though he was simply a thing that she used for her own pleasure.

if she thought i was just going to sit back and allow her to treat chris that way, she was wrong.

i got in a few more punches before a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from her.

“what the fuck are you doing?” chris yelled as he let go of me.

my face fell as i realized how bad the situation seemed. when he left she was crying and now here i was beating the shit out of her.

“chris, just let me explain” i said as he rushed over to her.

“explain? what is there to explain? when i left she was sobbing, and she still is. why would you do this?” he yelled.

i backed away from him at the tone he used, realizing how mad he was.

he picked her up bridal style, before walking towards the door.

when he walked past me, he mumbled something before walking out of the door.

“all i asked was for you to try.”

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yikes 😬😬

i think i’m gonna make this a series, should i ?

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daydreaming | ln4 mv1

summary: intro into the blindfold universe! inspired by this ask i received and this one i sent bff j <3

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. pure smut

author’s note: thank u guys sm for 500 followers <3 i hope u guys like this! its kind of rushed i wrote it yesterday bc i just wanted to write something in this universe <3 send me ur thoughts on what we should call her bc she needs a nameee

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She doesn’t realized she’s fallen into a daydream watching Max until Lando’s in front of her snapping in her face. She blinks stupidly at him, “Huh? Did you say something?”

Lando rolls his eyes and laughs. “Thinking about last night?” He teases her as he wiggles his eyebrows and she shakes her head. Her mind is flooded with memories of him between her legs the night before and her cheeks flush at the reminder.

“No, just uh, tired. Trying not to fall asleep.” She presses herself further into the couch cushion for emphasis and he sits next to her, draping an arm across her shoulders.

His breath is warm against her as he leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of her ear, “You’ve got that look in your eye, what are thinking about?” He leans back into the couch, now that he’s sitting next to her, he can follow her gaze and see she’s watching Max in his garage across from them. Despite her objecting again, her eyes betray her as they stay locked on him and she crosses her legs. Lando smirks to himself, ideas bubbling in his mind as he rests a hand on her thigh and she finally looks over at him.

“What are you doing?” She squeaks as he pushes his hand up her thigh, fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt.

He gives her a little smile, “Wanna go back to my driver’s room?” She quickly nods and hops up, grabbing his wandering hand to pull him up with her. Lando almost laughs at how quickly she pulls him up and out the back of the garage.

She pushes him down onto the loveseat in his driver’s room and climbs on top of him, instantly pressing her lips to his as she rocks her hips against his. Lando’s hands find her hips and begin guiding her to grind on him as he breaks the kiss, “Said you weren’t thinking about anything, but you’re acting like a slut.” She gasps and he continues, “Wanna tell me what you were thinking about now?”

“Told you, I wasn’t-“ She begins denying it again but Lando cuts her off.

“Saw you watching him, pet, you don’t have to lie to me.” He watches her cheeks flush and her mouth open and close in shock a few times.

“If you already know, why are you asking?” She finally huffs in annoyance.

He dips one hand between her thighs and sighs, “You’re soaked.” She rolls her hips so his fingers slip against her panties and she whines. “Just thinking about him got you this wet? Why don’t you go talk to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out.” Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shaky moan as he slides her panties to the side and slides a finger into her.

She gasps again, eyebrows scrunching as he slowly pumps his finger, curling it each time he bottoms out with it. “Lan, want more.” She tries to avoid his questions, but he doesn’t give in to her plea.

He shakes his head even though she can’t see and continues the torturous pace. “Too scared to talk to him, is that it? Gonna play him just like you did me; act all sweet and innocent until he makes a move? Least with me it wasn’t all an act, it’s just too bad I’ve already ruined you, hun,he won’t get to corrupt you like I did.” She whines and tries to rock her hips against his hand, attempting to ride his finger but his other hand on her hip holds her steady as he laughs, “See what I mean? Got you so desperate you’re trying to ride my hand.” He curls his finger in her and begins rubbing her clit, drawing a lewd moan from her lips as he coos, “Be patient, hun, I’ll give you want you want… At least, I’ll make you cum. Can’t give you what you really want, isn’t that right? You wish it was him right now playing with your pussy?” She moans loudly and presses her face into his neck to hide the humiliated flush that coats her cheeks as she suddenly cums around his finger at the thought of Max’s fingers between her legs.

Lando laughs gleefully as she gushes around a single finger, her lips pressing to his neck to muffle her moans as she rocks against him. He lets her pull him in for a kiss when her orgasm subsides and she seeks his lips out immediately, soft and plump against his as she gasps into his mouth, fingers still attacking her sensitive pussy.

He’s not ready for the kiss to end when his watch buzzes on his wrist, but he breaks the kiss to see Oscar’s texted him that he’s needed in the car and everyone is looking for him. He kisses her one last time before sliding her off his lap and onto the couch, “I’ve gotta get in the car, I’ll see you later?” She mutely nods, grabbing one of his hands as he gets up and pressing a kiss to his palm before he leaves. She curls up and naps on his couch for the duration of the practice sessions, too turned on and embarrassed over everything Lando had just said to risk making eye contact with Max.

A few nights pass without incident, then after the race Sunday night, Lando’s made her cum three times and she’s barreling towards a fourth when suddenly he slows the speed of his hips against hers and the knot in her stomach begins to loosen. “Hey pet, you know how, the other day you were looking at Max?” She’s flooded with humiliation at the reminder but nods. “Anyone else you wanna fuck?”

She gasps and shakes her head quickly, too quickly. Lando grins above her, “You sure about that, baby? Could’ve sworn I saw you checking out Oscar this weekend.” If her cheeks weren’t already blushing, they would be as she shakes her head again and tries to press her face into the covers. He brings a hand to direct her to look at him again, “‘M not done. You know, they all wanna fuck you? Every single one of my friends. I can see it on their faces when I catch them watching. If only they know how badly you wanted some of them too.” She tries to fight his grip on her jaw to turn her face and press it into the pillow under her head to avoid his gaze but he keeps her in place. “Just tell me which one you want, and I can call him right now, any one of them would come running; Max, Daniel, Oscar… Even Charles and Carlos would be lining up for a chance.” She moans at each name, eyes fluttering shut as her mind is overwhelmed with possibilities. Lando picks his pace back up and begins fucking her quickly, hips smacking against hers and the slick sound of his cock gliding in and out of her makes her hot all over. “Could have ‘em lined up, let all my friends see how good this pussy is.” Her orgasm crashes over her suddenly as his thumb rubs quick circles into her clit, and she doesn’t even realize she was moaning Max’s name until she reopens her eyes and sees Lando on his phone, still fucking her as he casually chats with whoever, “Hey, sorry for waking you, didn’t look at the time. Come to my room, yeah?”

She blinks up at him stupidly before her eyes dart over to the door expectantly. A moment later, there’s a loud knock at the door and Lando’s pulling away from her before he’s came. She points it out and he grins, “I can fuck you anytime I want, don’t wanna make Max have to eat my cum out of you. Not yet, anyways.” She stares at him in bewilderment as he walks over to the door completely naked. She doesn’t have the energy after four orgasms to feel nervous or self conscious as Max is pulled into the room, confused at Lando’s nudity until he sees her fucked out on the mattress and Lando pushes him towards it and the confusion grows. Max stumbles before catching himself and turning back to his friend curiously.

Lando grins, “We haven’t got all night, get to it.” Max blinks stupidly at him, half wondering if this is some fucked up ultra realistic dream he’s having, but then she’s sitting up on the mattress and crawling towards him. He meets her at the edge of the bed, she stands up on her knees so she can wrap her hands in his hair and pull him in for a kiss. It’s hesitant at first, she hasn’t kissed anyone but Lando since she was a teenager and another man’s lips on hers are foreign and exciting. Max takes the lead and swipes his tongue across her bottom lip, and she happily parts her lips so he can lick his way into her mouth. He lets her pull him down with her and follows her up the bed as she scoots back into the pillows and he finds himself settling between her thighs.

The bed shifts behind him and he breaks the kiss to see Lando settling on the edge of the bed. Her lips move down his neck and her legs wrap around his waist drawing a moan from his lips as she pulls him down against her and rolls her hips up in the same motion. Lando gives him a little nod and he takes it as an all clear despite the verbal invite moments before and lets his hands settle on her hips. They don’t stay there for long, once he feels her soft skin under his fingertips he can’t get enough and they begin exploring her body.

She’s sighing into his mouth with every roll of her hips against his and he can feel how wet she is through his pajama pants, he’s fully hard and leaking in record time from her grinding. Max finally moves one hand between her thighs and runs two fingers up and down her slit to collect her wetness before he slips them inside. She’s so slick and warm and Max feels himself twitch and leak precum at the feeling. He barely fingers her before she’s reaching down to pull his hand from between her thighs, “Need you to fuck me, now.”

The demand goes straight to his head and he looks to Lando for approval, “Do you have a condom?” Lando shakes his head, “Don’t use ‘em, but she’s on birth control.” Max blinks at him in shock before turning back to her when he feels her hand dip into his pajamas to wrap around him and she moans at the weight of him in her hand.

“Feel good, Maxie.” She sighs the pet name as she swipes her thumb over the head of his cock and he groans, hands fumbling to push his bottoms down his thighs and she’s quick to guide the thick head of his cock to her entrance. Max doesn’t hesitate for fear Lando will decide this is a bad idea and make him stop, and he revels in the loud moan that he forces out of her when he bottoms out quickly. Her voice is pitchy as she gasps, “Oh- you-you’re so big.” He slowly rocks his hips against hers and is given another praise as she stutters, “Can feel you in my stomach.” Her eyes flutter shut as one of her hands abandons his hair to press to her lower stomach and she rocks her up hips into his as she cries, “Please, move.”

Her wish is his command, he thinks as he draws back his hips before slamming back into her. Each thrust, he slowly pulls out until the head of his cock catches on her entrance then hard and fast, he bottoms out in her again. Each time his hips hit hers, his cock jolts her g-spot and she sings his praises, begging him to do it again and again until she’s suddenly coming with no warning after his thumb finds her clit and he strokes at the slick bundle of nerves a few times. His lips find her neck and his teeth sinking into her neck teasingly is all it takes for her to fall over the edge, the pleasant mix of pain and pleasure sending her spiraling into the pits of her orgasm.

He barely pulls out before his orgasm hits him right after hers, his cum streaking across her cunt and stomach as he moans into her skin. She strokes the back of his neck and giggles, “You didn’t have to pull out, y’know.”

Max huffs into her skin, “You could’ve told me that before I did.”

She flushes under him and before she can reply, Lando’s making fun of her, “Gonna have to work for it if you want her to tell you what she wants, she’s used to me knowing.” Max’s mind fizzles at the insinuation that this will happen again, but before he can think too hard on it, Lando’s got a hand in his hair and is pulling him away as he teases, “My turn.”

Max debates whether or not he should stay or go as he moves out of the way, he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, but neither of them shoo him away so he hesitantly scoots up the mattress to sit next to her. One of his hands finds her breast and he palms it softly, her head tilting to meet his eyes and she gives him a little nod to continue. He’s happy to, and dips his head down so his mouth can join his fingers, giving the other breast some attention as he pinches and twists her nipple between two fingers.

They make her cum like that, Max’s free hand drifting down to rub her clit while he sucks on her tits and pinches her nipples. Lando tells him how good he was, how good he is now, makes het thank him rubbing her clit without anyone even asking. His ears are hot as Lando speaks filth to both of them, praising him while calling her a whore for begging another man to fuck her when she has a perfectly capable boyfriend. He doesn’t even get kicked out when Lando’s done with her, somehow he falls right into their routine and helps Lando wash her hair in the bath. He’d planned on leaving as Lando carried her to bed from the bathroom, but then she was murmuring his name and sitting up right after Lando set her down and he’d end up crawling into bed to sandwich her between them.

Max wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks afterwards, he’d be on the verge of begging to have another go at her when Lando walks by and slips something in his pocket. He’d wait until he was alone to pull whatever it was out, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find a tiny envelope containing a keycard with a room number and time written on it.

#max verstappen smut #lando norris smut #mv1/ln4 #mv1 smut #blindfold universe #ln4 smut #formula one smut #f1 smut

[evansbby]

Idk if you are still accepting requests n stuff but I just got to and need to know how our “Don’t Deny the Animal” y/n is doing 😭 Like by now she probably gave birth to their daughter and stuff so can u give us a glimpse please 🥺👉👈

Oh I’ve missed DDTA Chris & his wifey and their babies!! Okay, let’s see what they’re up to!

This drabble is a continuation of my Chris Evans fic, don’t deny the animal + the sequel.

Warnings: rpf, misogyny, smut, dubcon, daddy kink, dark!Chris, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, housewife kink, naive!reader, mentions of: condoms, birth control, contraceptive pill.

Chris knows he’s achieved the life he always dreamed of having. He’s got a beautiful, submissive wife, his twin boys who are growing smarter every day, and now he’s also got an adorable baby daughter — barely three months old but the apple of his eye.

And he loves how you are with the newborn, how you know exactly what to do — how to feed her, burp her, get her to stop crying. He loves how you dress her up all cute with bows and dresses. He loves how you’re always at home looking after his kids. It’s where you flourish, it’s where he always wants you to be.

“She’s fast asleep!” You announce as you enter yours and Chris’ bedroom, and Chris can’t help but stare at you hungrily. And he doesn’t need to be subtle or anything, because you’re his wife, his property. He can feel his dick harden in his pants, looking at you in your sheer silk nightie, the picture-perfect vision of motherhood, his perfect housewife.

He continues to stare as you settle down on the bed, eyes zeroing in on your breasts which are so much bigger now because you’re breastfeeding. Speaking of which, he can see the wet patches on the front of your nightie, and it just makes him harder.

“And the boys are such angels, they put themselves to sleep! Can you believe that? No bedtime story or anything!”

Chris smiles, setting his phone down on the side table, “That’s because I told them they could play on the iPad for half an hour if they brushed their teeth and got changed all by themselves. I know you’re tired, baby..”

You reach out to squeeze his hand, “Thank you. You’re the bestest. Although, I do like telling them their bedtime stories. And I hope you still helped them brush their teeth, they’re only two after all.”

“Of course I did, honey.” Chris grabs your calf and drags you closer to him, taking you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours, “Mm, you smell amazing.”

“That’s because I just showered.” You answer, and Chris knows that. He had a great time watching you come out of the shower wrapped in your tiny pink towel, bending down and lathering lotion all over your smooth legs and yelping when he’d smacked your ass. He’d been horny ever since.

And now even more so because he knows you’ve just fed the baby but you’re still leaking…

Slowly, he slips his hand up to tweak your nipple through the thin satin, loving how you wince because you’re so sensitive. And then, with a rumble in his chest, it’s like his inner animal takes over, and he pulls you into his lap, pushing your nightie down your body, trying to free your breasts.

“You still have to feed daddy.” Chris growls lowly, ripping your nightie down the middle, your breath hitching sweetly when your breasts pop out, and immediately he latches his mouth on one of your nipples, making sure to tweak and play with the other one.

“Mm, Chris…” You sigh, fingers tangling into his hair and he knows you feel relief as he begins to suck, your sweet milk. He just can’t get enough of feeding from you, he knew he had to do it the first time he got you pregnant, and you were so young and confused — not knowing what to do when you began lactating early.

Well, Chris had known what to do, and now you’re both addicted to it. He can tell by the way you moan his name, pushing him more into your breasts, panting when he bites your nipple gently before suckling it again, rutting his hard cock against you the whole time.

“So sweet, baby. You love feeding me, don’t you?”

“Ah! Yeah, daddy. L-Love it so much.” You whimper, helplessly humping against him. And he’s happy that you’re so enthusiastic, because although you’re always insatiable for him, your sex drive hasn’t been the same since when you were pregnant. Pregnancy hormones had you ripping his clothes off about ten times a day.

“That’s right, my sweet little baby, feeding me your mommy milk. Fuck,” he gives you one last, hard suckle before moving to your other breast, squeezing it to make the milk spurt out before sucking, “You’re such a cute little mommy, taking care of your daddy. This is what you were meant for, baby.”

“Mm, want my daddy so bad!” You cry softly, arching your back from your place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing hard, loving the feel of his hard crotch against your pussy.

And Chris loves your enthusiasm. He’d hated not being able to fuck you after you’d given birth to his baby girl, hated having to wait till the doctor said it was okay, till you said it was okay. Because he’s already missing you being pregnant, missing how hot you looked with your round belly, his child growing inside you.

He wants to knock you up again.

With new fervour, Chris slams you down flat against the mattress, climbing on top of you and resuming suckling your nipple, his other hand squeezing your breast, loving how soft you are. It’s like the animal inside of him has awoken, desperate to get inside you and fill you up till your little baby pussy is leaking with his cum.

And then he’d scoop it all up and shove it back inside you, ensuring you’re stuffed full of his cum so he can get you pregnant again.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” He whispers, your nipple still in his mouth but his eyes locked on yours, “Your little pussy got wet from breastfeeding daddy, didn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy! Wan’ your dick inside me! Please!” You beg so prettily, and it makes him so fucking hard, it’s insane. Everything you do makes him hard.

It doesn’t take too long to get both of you naked, with his clothes strewn all over the bed and your nightie ripped clean in half and the rags lying on the floor, Chris just admiring your stunning body — his property. All his. Nobody else’s.

“Ah, fuck!” You moan as he nudges the tip of his dick against your throbbing clit, and he loves how you buck your hips up, almost like a little virgin with how eager and sweet you are, your juices staining the bedsheets underneath you.

He’s about to shove his fat dick straight into your leaky little fuckhole when your tiny hands push on his chest, a sudden alertness pushing through your usual cock-drunk face, “Daddy, Chris, wait! Do you have a condom?”

Chris feels a certain rage course through his veins at the mention of the word, “What?”

“A condom,” you let out a breathless laugh, “We need to be careful, baby.”

He frowns, “You know I hate condoms, I’ve never used one with you. Ever.”

Another soft, twinkly laugh, “And that’s probably why I’ve been pregnant for the better part of two years.”

Chris blinks, what exactly was so wrong with that? But he knows he has to tread carefully now, lest this conversation go against his favour.

“Honey, I don’t have any condoms.” Which is true. He hates condoms, and why the fuck should he need to wear condoms when you’re his wife? You’re meant to spread your legs for him whenever he wants you to, no complaints. And certainly no talk about fucking condoms.

“Oh.” You look deep in thought for a moment, but still so horny with the way you’re panting hard and periodically rutting against him, “Maybe… Could you pull out before you finish?”

Now Chris is fucking pissed off. A part of him — the animal inside him — wants to just pin you down, clamp a hand over your mouth to shut you up and just fuck you and fill you to the brim with his seed.

Instead, he buries his face in your neck, kissing and licking your sweet spot, feeling you go lax in his arms, “Baby, you know I only like finishing inside you. And I know you like it too.”

“Mm, daddy, I do! But just for now! On Monday, I’ll go to the doctor to talk about going on the pill.”

Chris stops dead in his tracks, straightening up and looking at you with heated eyes, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

You sigh, “I just… a newborn and two toddlers is already a handful. And I love them, I love looking after them but I need the reassurance that I’m not going to get pregnant again right now.”

“Baby, you know I want a big family.” Chris wants nothing less than five kids. More if it means you’ll always be pregnant and indoors, away from everyone else.

“I know that. But I was thinking of maybe… going back into acting? One of my old acting friends texted me about this role I could totally audition for, and—”

“Our baby girl is only three months old.” Chris interrupts you, tone hardening as he begins to lose his patience. For fucksakes, his dick is fucking hard and he wants to fuck you already. He doesn’t need this right now. “How can you be thinking of going back to acting?”

“I know, I know!” You rush to assure him, cupping his face in your hands and he can tell that you’re searching for mercy in his eyes, “Chris, I know! I just thought… maybe in a few months…”

“In a few months, I’m going to be out of town filming my new movie. You know that.” Chris wishes you’d just erase the idea of acting from your head entirely. Your job is to be his wife and the mother of his children — it’s what you’re best at, and it’s the only thing you should be worrying about right now.

“And I want our kids to be close in age. Which is why I think the best thing for you to do right now is relax and stay at home, take care of our babies and wait a few months before we start trying for another one. Do I make myself clear?”

He purposely puts on his strict voice, the tone that conveys that there’s no room for argument, that his word is the final word — or else. And he loves how you bow your head submissively, pressing your lips together. But he also sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he knows that he’s going to have to sweet-talk you later, make it up to you somehow.

Chris knows he needs to take a different approach, make you give up on acting completely and make you think it was your idea. But right now… he just wants to be inside you. Fuck you hard to get rid of all the frustration you’ve caused him. Sweet talk and apologies can come after that.

“I said, do I make myself clear?”

You sniffle softly, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees. Daddy wants a good view of your ass while I fuck your little baby pussy bare, the way you deserve to be fucked.”

THE END

What do you guys think? Do you want Chris and wifey to have more babies? It was fun to revisit these characters, tbh! I think Chris is getting darker! Please do tell me what you think, feedback is everything!

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #dark chris evans #anon

[saulocept]

are u gonna stay the night?

pairing: sebastian sallow/reader/ominis gaunt [poly]

rating: g

summary: Ominis comes down with the flu, and it’s up to the two of you to make him feel better.

notes: based on an idea sent to me a while back! sorry if it took me too long to get into it, but uh. it’s here now and i hope its ok :) as always, some liberties were taken but uh. yeah

You don’t find him in any of your classes the next morning. You try not to panic at first, ignoring the dread that churns in the pit of your stomach. It’s a strange feeling at first, though you try not to think too much about it. The day’s still not over yet; there’s still a lot of time left for him to show up, and for all you know, he could just be late: staying up late and losing track of the time, or accidentally sleeping in. It’s happened enough times to not seem far-fetched, but it’s a rare enough occurrence to be sort of alarming.

Still, you try not to worry, chalking it up to the late-night antics he and Sebastian frequently get into. Antics. Even the term makes you snort a little, as if the whole thing is just innocent, harmless – the kind of trouble any student could be capable of getting into. But you aren’t stupid; you know it’s just another term for Dark Arts – something no one around here seems too keen to speak about, as if even uttering its name would make it somehow real, happen.

It’s no secret to you. You’ve joined them in their secret lessons a few times, driven more by curiosity than a real desire to harness the power; it doesn’t escape their notice, of course, Sebastian’s especially, and though at one point, you’d expected the revelation to drive a wedge between you, it doesn’t. They don’t tell you off, or kick you out of their little group. The invitations still come and go, waiting for your notice, your approval, though without the urgency that the previous ones seem to have.

Not that you’re complaining, really. You’re just glad everything’s out in the open now, and that it doesn’t ruin your relationship with either of them, or both.

Now all that’s left is to wait for Ominis to arrive. It’s a little hard to focus on your classes when he’s all you could think about. Every once in a while, you find yourself looking up at the clock on the wall, counting down the seconds, wondering what it’ll take for him to finally show up. Breathless, sweaty. Apologetic. Hair ruffled from all that running, hurrying. Cheeks flushed with shame, embarrassment.

Hours pass you by, but still, there’s no sign of him. It gets to the point where it becomes worrying enough that you deliberately skip one of your classes, seeking Sebastian out in the Slytherin common room in search of answers. You’ve been in this place enough times that most of the other students recognize you as his friend. You’d think that being around here often would stop them from giving you odd looks, but for some reason, it never really goes away.

You’ve learned to tune them out by now, pressing onward and pretending they aren’t really there, but you can’t deny that it’s still a little daunting, especially when they’ve never bothered to keep their staring a secret. Still, you know you can’t back out now, not when you want answers.

You find Sebastian sitting on one of the chairs in the corner, flipping through the pages of a spell book. You stop in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face to grab his attention, and he frowns, closes the book and places it on his lap. Seeing that it’s just you, he smiles, stands up.  

“Hey,” he says, giving you a small wave in greeting. “What brings you here?”

You don’t waste any more time. “Have you seen Ominis?”

“No,” he says, furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He pauses for a moment, thinking, “He didn’t show up last night at the meeting place, so I’d assumed he’s busy.” He grows quiet again for a second, staring at you thoughtfully: “Isn’t he in your class?”

You shake your head. “He didn’t show up either.” Here, you pause, frowning as you contemplate all the possibilities; none of them seem any good, but you shake your head and bite your lip, trying not to show how worried you feel, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good to panic this early and without reason, “Do you think something’s happened? Should we check in on him?”

“I don’t see any harm in it.” He shrugs. “Where should we go?”

“Let’s start with his room?” you offer, uncertain.

“Okay.” He gives you a nod in return then reaches out to take your hand in his, pulling you along with him. “Let’s go.”

-

Sebastian guides you through the hallways, his hand never leaving yours. You walk past the other students, who stare at you more oddly now than ever. You catch the question in their eyes, that quiet intrigue, their gazes glued to your interlaced fingers. Ah. You suppose it’s a little surprising to see him this affectionate to someone else, especially someone so new. Like you. Or that he’s so open about it.

You turn your head, chance a glance at your companion. He doesn’t seem to mind, or notice. Or maybe he’s just too focused on something else to care. Instinctively, you press a little closer to him, as though it’d somehow hide you from view, make you invisible.

He squeezes your hand, and you look up at him, unable to hide the surprise on your face. “Don’t mind them,” he says, as though he could somehow read your mind. He’s still not looking at you, his eyes still glued ahead, though you feel his thumb tracing circles on your skin, gentle, reassuring. “They’re just curious.”

“I know,” you say, though your voice is weak, a little uncertain. He gives you a sideways glance, the corners of his lips quirking into a tiny smile.

“It’s okay,” he says soothingly, softly. His thumb is still tracing circles along your skin, almost distracting, “We’re almost there.”

“Okay.”

-

You find Ominis’s room after a while. It’s not easy work; not that it’s located anywhere hidden or anything, but all the rooms are identical enough that you’re not sure where to knock at first. Even now, you’re still not sure if you’ve stopped by the right room, though you suppose you’ll find out soon enough.

Gently, you rap on the door: three times, just the way you’ve been taught. Some kind of code, just to let him know it’s just you. No response. You try it again, louder this time, thinking he might not have just heard, but the result is the still same. With a frown, you press your ear against the door, but all you hear is silence.

You lean away from the door, turn to face your companion. He’s staring at you with a raised brow, waiting for an answer. You shake your head. “I don’t think he’s here,” you say, glancing worriedly at the door once more, then turn back to look at your companion, biting your lip as you wait for a response, “Should we go in?”

He’s quiet for a moment, lips twisting in an ugly frown. It’s clear he’s worried too, even if he doesn’t say anything about it. He moves toward the door, and you step aside, give him space, opting to watch him instead, curious to see what he’d do. Like you, he gives it a gentle rap: three times, well-used and familiar. No answer. With the frown still on his lips, he reaches out, twists the knob experimentally. It yields easily under his touch, unlocked. He turns to look at you, his gaze half-curious, half-expectant, as if waiting for your permission.

You nod, signal for him to do it. It’s not as if you’ve got much of a choice; you’ve come here for answers, haven’t you? You’ve come here in search of your mutual friend after all, and if it turns out he isn’t here, then at least you’ll have some clues to fall back on. There must be an answer somewhere in his room, even if he isn’t there to provide it.

And if it turns out you’ve visited the wrong room after all, you can always walk away and pretend that nothing’s happened. Sebastian nods back at you, squares his shoulders in preparation before twisting the knob one final time, pushing the door open.

He gives you another glance, then slowly steps inside, gesturing for you to do the same. Carefully, you follow after him, closing the door behind you. It’s not a large room, not very spacious, but it’s still enough for a single person and their belongings. You glance around you, observing your surroundings. It’s a little dark; the curtains are all drawn. The only light comes from the sun outside, spilling through the cracks: soft, almost hazy.

It’s enough to help you navigate around, and you do so with ease, turning your head this way and that as you walk around in search of clues, some answers. Sebastian follows after you, keeping close, though both of you are quiet, too lost in your own thoughts to make conversation, small talks.

You don’t sense anything wrong at first glance. Then again, it’s not as if you’ve been here often enough to know if things are out of place, or where things are supposed to go. Most of your visits here happen only at night, pitch-black and quiet: sneaking in and out, quick and fleeting. You’ve never stayed long; mostly you’ve stayed in Sebastian’s room, because it’s the closest, and he’s the one who arranges most of your meetings, anyway.

Still, you take in as much of the room as you can, certain you’ll find some of your answers here. The room’s a little messy: sheafs of paper scattered carelessly on the desk, weighed down by a half-empty paper cup, forgotten. You wince a little, trying not to gag; it looks like it’s been there a while now – a few days, maybe, perhaps even more, no doubt stale and cold, absolutely disgusting to the tongue.  

You turn your head to the side, look at your companion, “Is his room normally this messy?” You keep your voice quiet, soft as a whisper, not wanting to make too much of a sound.

“I’m not sure,” he replies, shrugging. He matches the tone of your voice, whispering as well, “We should keep looking.”

You frown, looking around you once more, “Do you think he’s here?”

He frowns as well, matching the expression on your face, though this time, ­he doesn’t give you an answer. He walks around the room, poking and prodding, and you follow after him, making sure to stick by his side. The two of you reach the bed; there’s a lump there beneath, huge enough to be a person, still and not quite moving, and you blink a few times, not convinced it’s real.

You move closer, sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress depressing under your weight. “Hey,” you say, voice quiet, almost uncertain. From the corners of your eyes, you catch Sebastian staring at you; he doesn’t mimic you this time, though he’s careful to stay close, standing by your side, waiting. Like some kind of moral support, you think; you look up, give him a grateful smile – something he’s quick to return – before you turn back to the person-shaped lump on the bed, “Ominis?”

There’s no response at first, though there’s a quiet rustle that comes from beneath. A second later, a familiar head pops up from beneath the blankets, eyeing you blearily. It’s Ominis, looking more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him. His gaze quickly lands on you, and for a second, confusion flashes in his eyes, as though he doesn’t quite recognize you. It’s gone in a second, and a moment later, he licks his lips, says your name.

You smile, reaching out to brush the stray hair away from his eyes. He closes his eyes, leans more into your touch. Your heart melts. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he replies. He sounds different this time: a little strange, though you can’t quite put a finger on it. He must’ve sensed your worry, because a moment later, he tries to give you a smile, though it comes across as weak, more tired than reassuring, “Just tired.”

You frown, not quite convinced. Now that you’re here, you can finally have a good look at him. He looks disordered: hair wild and unkempt, tangled. It’d be an adorable sight if the situation’s a little more different, not at all like this.

Still, he must’ve sensed you staring, because he huffs out a breath, breaks the silence between you, “Why are you here?”

“You weren’t in any of our classes today,” you reply. You turn your head, look up at Sebastian. He still hasn’t moved where he is: standing just beside you, though he gives you a quiet nod, urges for you to continue. You nod back, then press on, turning your focus back to Ominis: “We got worried; we thought something was wrong, so we came to see how you’re doing.”

It’s not technically a lie. You did come here for him, after all, even if you don’t quite expect him to be here, buried beneath the blankets.

“But it’s still early.” He frowns. “Shouldn’t you still be in class?”

“You weren’t there,” you say, as if that’s enough of an answer. From the way his lips twist into a frown, you’re sure that it isn’t, and that he’s disapproving, “We kind of ditched.”

He seems almost surprised by your admission, though Sebastian cuts him off before he can say anything else, “Oh, come on, Ominis,” he protests, like he already knows what the latter’s going to say, “It’s fine. It’s just one time.”

Ominis frowns. For a second, he looks like he wants to argue, say something more, but then he shakes his head, huffs out a sigh – a sound that all too quickly turns into a cough. Not quite knowing what to do, you stand up, move toward him, ready to assist. But he only shakes his head, waves you off with a hand.

“Are you sick?” you ask, sitting back down on the bed, eyebrows furrowed in worry, “Do you need anything?”

“No.” He shakes his head. It takes him a moment to speak, find his voice, “Just tired.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. Helplessly, you glance toward Sebastian, meeting his eyes and giving him a pleading stare. He knows him longer than you have, after all, and if there’s anyone who can make him listen, you’re certain that it’s him. He sighs exasperatedly, though he follows after you anyway, moving to sit beside you on the bed. You scoot a little to the side, making room for him, quiet as you watch him press a hand against Ominis’s forehead, checking his temperature.

Briefly, he turns to look at you, then shakes his head. Uh-oh. That doesn’t seem like a good thing. “It seems like you’ve caught the flu,” Sebastian says, turning back to his friend. Here, his voice grows quieter, conspiratorial. There’s a playfulness to his voice that wasn’t there before, “What were you doing last night, hm?”

“Nothing.” Ominis is quick to protest, seeming far too embarrassed that you can’t help but laugh. “I was resting.”

“Well, if you need anything, just say the word,” you chime in, eager to help.

“It’s okay,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine with some rest.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t need anything,” you begin after a moment of quiet, smiling hopefully, “Maybe we could just keep you company instead?”

Ominis frowns. “You’re not just using that as an excuse to keep slacking off, are you?”

“We’re model students!” you protest passionately, as if the very idea has never once crossed your mind. It has, of course, because even if you’re a model student, you’re still a normal student like the rest of them, with frequent urges of rest and procrastination. Still, you don’t need to admit it out loud, “We won’t even do such a thing.”

Sebastian snorts, shaking his head. There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “That’s just you.”

You glare at him in response, though he only laughs at you in return.

“Still, if I really have the flu—” Ominis cuts in, and the two of you turn at the sound of his voice, waiting for the rest of his words. He sounds almost dubious about it, like he doesn’t quite believe it. “I don’t want you two catching it.”

“We’re fine.” You don’t wait for him to say anything else. It’s a little hard to fit in, especially when the bed’s too tiny – enough only for a single person, and not for three, let alone two. Still, you manage, and quickly, you lie down beside him, wrapping your arms around him and cuddling close, resting your head against his chest. Ominis hums under his breath, wrapping one arm around your middle and keeping you close. You grin at him, though you’re sure he can’t see it. “We don’t get sick easily. And we don’t plan on leaving you alone.”

He snorts in disbelief. “We’ll see about that.”

You stare expectantly at Sebastian, who sighs and shakes his head, looking like he wants no part of this. Still, with enough coaxing on your part, giving him the puppy eyes you know he’d never be able to resist, he finally climbs in after you. You scoot again, trying to give him enough space to fit into, but there’s hardly enough that you end up sandwiched between them, your limbs awkwardly tangled together that you don’t know where you end and where they begin. Still, you’re not sure you’d trade this for anything else.

“Good night,” you say to no one in particular, smiling. The only thing that greets you after that is silence, but you press on anyway, the smile still on your lips. “Sweet dreams.”

#renwrites #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

[mochiimadness]

Hi! Can i request a headcannon for rottmnt where the guys find out their s/o is a huge fan of horror & mystery. Like for example buzzfeed unsolved and movies like the conjuring and/or it? Thank you!

Neon Leon

Leo’s a huge horror skeptic

“Psh, ghosts aren’t real! It’s probably just the wind.”

Which means for the most part, he isn’t afraid to watch horror movies or read scary stories

Which is great for you!

He won’t object to watching them

But

He also, well, a huge-

H u g e

Critic

“That isn’t even possible!”

“How did he catch up to them, he was walking!”

It can get to be a bit much

If you’re fine with that, cool!

Critique with him, you two will end up laughing at most of the movies and stories

(Mikey walks by and sees you two laughing at the scariest thing he’s seen and is convinced you two are possessed-)

If you’re not okay with that, just let him know!

He won’t take offense

Realizes his critiquing can take away from the horror atmosphere

He’ll tone it down and instead opt to laugh quietly at some scenes

Is absolutely down to lay down with you and scroll through some buzzfeed unsolved articles

“Maybe I’ll end up on there one day! I’ll be famous, baby! Just make sure they put the best photo of me.”

Leo no

He does get a bit freaked out with horror movies based on real events

Tries to laugh it off

“C’mon, it can’t actually be real.”

He’ll manage to keep up his unphased image at first

But the second the scary scenes come on, he’s clinging to you

Will try to play it off

“I just thought maybe you were scared- ahaha…ha…”

You’re not fooling anyone Leo.

Please give him a hug.

Don Tron

One word

✨Theories✨

He loves to theorize about the paranormal and such

Will share his theories with you

“BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS NO GHOST ALL ALONG??? WHAT IF IT WAS- A DREAM?!”

D o n n i e

He’s so excited to share his theories with you, especially since you listen

You two regularly have a horror movie/reading binge at least once a week

It’s one of y’all’s favorite thing to do

You’ll both curl up with some pillows and blankets

Snacks and drinks within arms reach

The highest quality screens he has

And ofc he has note pads by him

If you also love theorizing, he sets up a space in his lab for you two to record your theories

Y’all probably have a podcast or YouTube channel

And you both wear hoodies with horror puns and references on them.

He still gets scared and will knock over a bowl of popcorn or too-

But don’t worry, Shelldon helps y’all clean it up

Speaking of Shelldon-

He joins y’all every now and then

His fans whirs loudly when he gets scared but he’ll deny it.

Donnie sometimes grabs your hand when he gets really scared

Just hold his hand and tell him it’s alright- you’ll throw hands with any monster

“You can’t hit a ghost-“

“Watch me.”

Mystic Mike

Mikey likes watching horror movies every now and then

But can he handle horror???

N o

It’s okay, he’ll still try to be brave with you

“With my s/o with me, there’s no monster we can’t beat!”

Two seconds later he’s popped into his shell

Just pick him up and put him in your lap

Scratch his shell gently and he’ll pop back out after a moment

Mikey definitely clings to you during movies, and keeps a blanket wrapped around you both.

He does much better with reading horror

Loves to read buzzfeed unsolved with you

“Hey wait a minute- I’ve seen that guy!”

“W h a t?!”

He’s definitely seen one or two ‘missing’ people

Usually they’ve just been mutated

If you want, he’ll introduce you to them!

You two usually curl up on his bed and read horror stories together

He even gets a few scary scrolls and books from the Hidden City library for you two to enjoy

More often than not, they’re mainly illustrated- like a comic book.

Mystic horror books are on a whole different level

Sometimes the books come alive and try to eat y’all

Other times, they sort of work like a mystic 3D hologram-

Using magic to show the events of the story happening around you

You two get so invested that you both shriek when the monster suddenly appears in front of you both

10/10 for practically being in the stories yourself

Big Red

Oh sweet, sweet Raph…

He can’t handle anything horror to save his life

He’ll try to tough out watching a movie or two for you

But he always ends up shrieking and nearly breaking your tv- or his dads projector

(Okay, he has broken his dads projector repeatedly)

He thinks you’re the bravest person ever for enjoying horror

If you want him to watch a movie with you, you’ll usually have to coax him into it

Make the couch super comfy and cozy- with his favorite blankets and pillows

You’ll have to keep a light on- or get fairy lights

He’ll sit with you in his lap, with his arms around you

This way he can hold onto you when he gets scared

(Also so he can hide behind you)

He’ll be so happy if you get him some noise cancelling headphones

The movie will still scare him, but he’ll be able to handle it a bit better.

If you’re reading some buzzfeed unsolved or horror stories,

He’ll gladly sit next to you with a book of his own, or his phone

While he won’t read it with you, he’s more than glad to spend time with you

You both get to enjoy time together while doing what y’all like

He usually falls asleep with his head in your lap while you scroll through buzzfeed unsolved, or watch movies on your phone with your headphones in.

He may feel a bit guilty over not being able to enjoy horror with you

So he gets you a poster of your favorite movie

Or asks Splinter if he knows one of your favorite horror actors so he could get a signature for you

“I uh- know ya really love scary stuff, so I got ya a signature from that one actor you like!”

Sweet boi

He’s trying.

Thanks for requesting, I hope you liked it!!

This was pretty fun to write ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

Updated and edited as of July 2023

#x reader #my writing #imagines #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #hamato #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #neon leon #don tron #mystic mike #big red #the boys

[dangerehrenn]

make out hcs....

a/n: lord i want to kiss all of these men, thank u for requesting!!

these are more kissing hcs rather than make out hcs but i hope you still like them anon!!

johnny:

i feel like he’s definitely gonna try and tease u

small kisses at first

he’ll start by kissing your neck

then make his way to your jaw

then your lips

then he’ll go for it

but he’s a slow kisser

he doesn’t want to rush this

he also seems like the type to pull away

say something like

“awh sweetheart, you like kissing me?”

then put his hand in your hair at the back of your head and pull you towards him

also!!! when you guys are holding hands

he’ll bring your hand up to his mouth and kiss it

just to make you blush

& he seems like the type to kiss you to be quiet

but he’s never a dick about it

if you’re talking about something you’re so excited about

he can’t help but lean forward and kiss you

because you look so pretty when you speak about something so passionately

steveo:

messy

very messy

he also kisses your neck

maybe nips your neck a little bit too

then kisses you on your lips

he’ll deepen it quite quickly

when he pulls away he leaves you wanting more

“you want one more kiss babe?”

probably starts a makeout sesh in the most unconventional places

or at the worst time

such as when jeff is looking for him to do a stunt

and he can’t find him because his tongue is down your throat

he’s definitely the type of kisser to leave you flushed red afterwards

he’ll definitely kiss you to distract you

if you guys are arguing about something

he’ll jump forward, grab your head, kisses you, then moves back to where he was before

your brain definitely short circuits after that

chris:

he’s such a flirt

everyone knows this

“yeah, you want a kiss? come here then”

probs makes you work for it

he definitely pulls his head back when you try and kiss his lips

he’ll kiss your neck

he likes it when you kiss his neck too

easiest way to make him melt

give. him. hickeys.

his kisses are very soft

but meaningful

if you get me

also kisses you at the worst times

but he doesn’t care who sees

you’ve both definitely been shouted at by jeff for it, but you both couldn’t care less

his kisses will leave you speechless

because he is such a good kisser

just the thought of kissing him gives you butterflies

ehren:

oh my god this man deserves so many kisses

bite his lip a little bit and he’ll do anything for you

he holds his hands on either side of your face when you kiss

he doesn’t want the moment to end

he probs doesn’t know why someone like you would kiss him

but he isn’t gonna let you think about it for too long, so he goes in for another kiss

expect lots of forehead kisses from him

at random times too

“what was that for?” “you just look so pretty”

that works both ways btw

kiss his forehead

if you’re tall enough i mean

if you aren’t tall enough, kiss his cheek

or his neck

just whenever you can reach

just give him kisses and call him pretty :(

bam:

he’s definitely so smug about kissing you

trying to show off to everyone that he gets to kiss you and no one else does

but he’s gonna go into a mood if you deny him kisses

“why won’t you kiss me >:(“

he always puts one hand on the side of your neck when he kisses you

his thumb rubbing your jaw

probably will stop your make out sesh just to compliment your kissing skills

also doesn’t care where he kisses you

he’ll kiss you in front of the guys

you on his lap

and if you aren’t on his lap

bet ur ass that he will pull you onto his lap

licks his lips before he kisses u 100%

pull his hair while u kiss him

trust me

kiss him to make him be quiet bc god knows he never shuts up

dave:

he’s not that big of a fan of kissing when he can be seen doing it

but he’ll still kiss you if you initiate it bc why wouldn’t he

if he’s managed to get someone as gorgeous as you

why wouldn’t he want to kiss you

and don’t get me wrong he loves kissing you

and when you guys are properly making out

he has one hand in your hair

the other on your waist

especially if you’re sat on his lap while you’re kissing

he’ll pull away just to stare at you and admire you

then he’ll kiss your nose

then go back to kissing you

pulling away to whisper something sappy like

“god how did i get so lucky”

ryan:

a big give away that he wants to kiss you is the fact he’ll just stare at your lips

if you guys are having a conversation and he starts staring at your lips

trust me he hasn’t taken in anything you were saying

when you guys kiss he can’t get enough of it

messy but also not at the same time

lots of open mouth kisses

followed by him pulling away

grinning at you

then little smooches

he also seems like the type to put his forehead against yours when he pulls away

he’ll definitely say something to make you laugh while you guys are making out

“can you guess what i had for lunch?”

laughing. while. kissing

trying to stop each other from laughing by kissing

but it just makes you both giggle more

he’s definitely the type of guy to grab you by your chin so you’re looking at him

and then he pecks your lips

then again

and then expect a long kiss

get ready for beard burn too

you guys will kiss for so long by the end of it your face will sting

but for him you don’t mind

but you will get people (bam) who tease you about it

ryan doesn’t care though

he’s proud of it

he’s proud of the fact that he gets to kiss you

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[xnchxntmxnt]

HI PRETTYY <333 HAPPY 500 THOUSAND >:) M HERE FOR THE EVENT !!

the character i chose is tendou satori (reader insert) !! i really like sweater weather by the neighbourhood (and r u mine? by arctic monkeys) and i’d prefer it it were fluff <33 the trope i’d like this to be is.. hmm.. the one w two oblivious people pining for each other !

ONCE AGAIN HAPPY 500 AND IM SO SO PROUD OF YOU <3

HI ANGEL ILY MWAH !!! THANK U FOR ALL THE WELL WISHES <3333

R U Mine?

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Tendou Satori

Warnings: College au, mentions of food, non canon-compliant college satori because i barely understand the timeskip

Notes: ah, dumbasses to lovers my beloved

gn!reader

Reblogs > likes

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

Satori sat back against the arm of the couch, kicking his legs up into your lap. When you playfully shoved you off, he simply kicked your shoulder and sat right where he was before. “I’m comfortable, a-thank-you-very-much.”

“Well, you can be comfortable—” you shoved his legs again— ”without your feet in my lap, thank you. And don’t get too comfy because you have cupcakes to get soon!” 

He groaned. “Can’t you get them?”

“Hey, who wants to be the future fancy chocolatier?” 

He rolled his eyes but got up when the timer went off anyway. There was so much to love about your Friday-night movie nights. His apartment was the one with all the sugary snacks, so usually, he hosted and you used your Netflix. 

Since meeting Satori, life away from home had gotten easier. Sure, school was a pain and there was way too much homework to be considered normal, but you’d gotten used to it. He made it a lot easier, too—he made you smile when you were stressed, danced with you when you needed a pick-me-up, and somehow managed to make you laugh whenever you were with him. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot, and in the six short months you’d known each other you felt like you met your soulmate. Platonic, of course, or that was what you’d been trying to tell yourself. Both of you pretended like the lingering hugs and blushing when your hands brushed or making kissy faces at each other were completely friendly. No romantic context whatsoever. None.

You couldn’t deny the fact there was something special about Satori, but whenever anyone asked, you shot it down. He was incredible, but just a friend. 

Just a friend, you reminded yourself, when he smiled at you and it felt like the sun was staring at you. Just a friend when he made stupid faces and made you laugh harder than you had all day. Just a friend when you stayed up at night and thought about kissing him. 

He came back a few moments later with slices of cake for each of you, which you clinked forks before digging into. 

“This is amazing, Satori,” you said, grinning at him. “You’re so good at this.”

“Well, thank you,” he replied, laughing at your overly-excited expression. “Not too sweet?” 

“Not at all!” 

“I’m glad.”

The two of you ate your snack while your movie played, but you noticed Satori kept looking over at you. “What, there something on my face?” you asked after a minute or two of this. You set your plate down on the table in front of you both.

He smirked. “Yeah, actually. Icing” He mirrors where the frosting is on his own face, and your try to wipe it off, but based on his expression, you missed. 

“No, it’s just—”

“Did i get it—”

“Oh, you’re impossible, just let me.” 

The next thing you knew his hand was ever-so-gently on your face, wiping the icing off of the corner of your mouth. He didn’t pull away for a moment, though—the two of you simply stared at each other for a long while, neither wanting to pull away.

Something happened in the movie where there was a loud crash and you both jumped. He pulled his hand away from you immediately and got up, grabbing both your plates to take them to the kitchen. When he turned his back, you buried your face in a pillow, trying to muffle any screaming that might come out. 

Just what the hell was that?

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[rindouzfav]

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘪

angst, rins kinda ooc(?), mentions of smoking & alcohol, pregancy.

Rindou Haitani is a man with a reputation.

Not only as a Bonten executive, but also as one of the rulers of Roppongi, the other being his older brother. Ran Haitani.

It takes a lot to crack Rindou. You have to be special to have him wrapped around your finger.

When you two first met you were only teenagers. The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes, you found them captivating and hard to look away from. You actually didn’t get along well with him at all, but soon enough you developed a huge crush on the younger Haitani. Him on the other hand, always hated you. Only for one reason though. He hated you because you were the only person he had ever met that could make him feel that weird feeling. You know the feeling you get when you’re nervous around that certain person? or when you start to feel light headed and dizzy whenever that certain person is within 5 metres from you? yeah. That feeling. Rindou hated it.

Rindou had talked to his older brother about the feeling he would get whenever you were around. Which he thought was quite useless since the only answer he would ever get was something along the lines of -

“it’s love, little brother.”

He would just scoff, role his eyes and deny it.

Eventually, you surprisingly confessed to him, telling him about all the things he makes you feel. He rejected you. It took a while for him to accept his feelings but then a few months later he asked you out.

“can i- you know… be your uhh boyfriend?” a slight blush could be seen on his face, he covered it up pretending to fix his glasses. Your face lit up, but you hid that well, not wanting to let him know how exited you were. “i’d love to be your girlfriend silly.” You decided to lean in for a kiss, though Rindou was a little shocked, he also leaned in, meeting your lips. It was just a peck, but still. both of your first kisses taken by eachother.

That was the happiest day of your life.

Timeskip, 2018

You were sitting down on one of the many couches inside yours and Rindous penthouse, sighing, trying to calm your nerves as Rindou still wasn’t home from work. He was supposed to be home hours ago, at 11pm, the clock now read 3:26am. Deciding to text him again, you clicked on his contact and began typing.

“hey rinnie where r u? im getting kinda worried. pls respond:((“

You turned your phone off, thoughts circling your head on what he could be doing.

maybe he’s just at one of Bontens clubs? no he usually lets me know beforehand.

mikey might have sent him on another mission as he was about to head home? surely he would’ve told me…

he’s probably cheating. yeah that’s it. maybe all these years meant nothing to him, our marriage meant nothing to him, the baby that’s growing inside me. means nothing to him. he hates me.

You’re an over-thinker and usually the bad thoughts take over the good ones. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice tears rolling down your cheeks, pregnancy hormones have your emotions all over the place right now. Placing a hand on your stomach, you began to think about yours and Rindous baby, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll be good enough parents for your child.

The sound of footsteps echoing downstairs broke you from your trance. Alerted, you walked over to the plant that sat inside a huge vase in the corner of the room, reaching into the vase and grabbing the gun sanzu hid there. “for safety” -his words.

Part of you thought it was rindou, the bigger part said it was someone from one of Bontens rival gangs coming here to kidnap you, knowing you were dating Rindou Haitani, and that you were important to the other execs.

Slowly tip toeing down the stairs, it was dark down there and all the lights were off. something was thrown onto the counter, it sounded like keys. You decided to just go straight in, running down the last few stairs and flicking the closest light switch and immediately pointing the gun at the random person standing in your kitchen. The light revealed your husband holding a bottle of wine and… he had glitter on his face?.

“hey- woah woah woah, why’re you holding a gun?” he placed the wine on the counter and put his hands on his hips, raising a brow. you stood there shocked, before you slowly walked over to him, placing the gun beside the wine and standing directly in-front of him, hands also on your hips.

“where were you rindou?” you asked flatly.

his eyes narrowed for a second before returning to their bored look. “i was at some club, sanzu forced me to go but i seriously didn’t wann-” “why didn’t you text me? do you know how worried i was? i’ve been sitting up, all alone, calling your phone trying to figure out if you’re okay, but NO!! you were FINE. you were just at the club, sitting there with some random bitch on your lap, while your wife sits at home pregnant with your kid! you- i just can’t-”

Rindou cut you off with a loud sigh “princess… that fucker, Sanzu, broke my phone. he spilled alcohol all over it and it wouldn’t turn on. You can even ring him up and ask him yourself, he’s probably drunk though so i’d wait.” he laughed a little before going serious again.

“i would never try to make you worry on purpose. you know that. and what’s this about some bitch sitting on my lap? you think that lowly of me… you’re my only bitch okay? i love you and only you. otherwise i wouldn’t have married you and stuck with you for 13 years, stupid.” the tears that were rolling down your cheeks were being wiped by his white button ups sleeves.

“i- i just overthink all the time about you not loving me and stuff y’know?…” Rindou hummed in response. It was silent other than the ticking of the clock. You cleared your throat, “can you show me.” you said looking down at your feet.

“huh? show what?” he said, grabbing your face gently and turning it to look back up to him.

“show me how much you love me.” you stared directly into his eyes. Rindou doesn’t show it but that look that you give him makes him extremely nervous. Part of him says ‘don’t do it’ the other part says ‘show her, now.’

Rindou let’s go of your face, slowly lowering himself onto his knees. He’s now on his knees at your feet, looking up at you with those eyes. Those eyes that pulled you towards him when you were just 14 and he was 15. Your eyes widen a little, you reach out a hand to stroke the top of his head and down to cup his cheek, he leans into your touch closing his eyes and relaxing.

“please, i love you so much, sometimes i wonder if it’s even humanly possible to love someone this much. Ever since i was 15 i’ve always known you were the one for me.” he unbuttoned his shirt, pointing towards your name tattooed right above his heart, he had gotten that after a few years of you two dating.

“i would do anything for you y/n. i’d die for you, i’d kill for you. shit- even if you wanted me to die, i’d let you kill me with your own two hands. I need you to know that i love you. nobody else alright? only you, my love.”

You collapsed onto the floor, falling into him for a hug. He hugged you tightly as you sobbed into his bare chest. “i’ve got you.” he slide a hand between you two to place onto your small baby bump, “i’ve got us, i’ll protect you both with my life”.

“i love you rinnie” you sniffled and pulled back out of the hug to place a kiss on his lips. He kissed back, pulling you in more for a more passionate kiss.

“i love you more.”

#first post kinda nervous #crying throwing up #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten rindou #rindou haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #x reader #ran haitani #manjiro sano

[gintokisimp]

beating only brings black eyes

(Late upload) Something short for the last day of the Nightlife GinTsu event and Gintoki's birthday!

Genre: Attempt at humor, unresolved tension  Rating: M Word Count: 1311

Gintoki’s birthday didn’t end well.

She’s way too drunk, she got kicked out and now she’s alone.

Again, they had wrecked a bar together.

Did the party end already?

Maybe.

She doesn’t know.

All she knows is that she needs to find her way home now and maybe make up her mistake to the others tomorrow.

She can’t see very well. It’s dark, this area of the town is not well lit and her field of vision is already limited by the alcohol. The pathway under her feet and the bottle in her hand are her only lifelines to reach out to, and she swears she recognizes that rock she just stumbled over and it would lead her right home.

After a few minutes, the ground changes into wooden planks and she knows she has reached one of the flat bridges of Edo.

Which one? She doesn’t know, sooner or later she’ll find her way home. The wind picks up around her and she shivers. She tightens her haori around her body and stops for a moment to look up at the river beneath the bridge.

The moon breaks through the cloud and reflects off of the fast flowing water. Stunned, she stares at it for a while before her slow brain remembers the word for it: kawaakari

It’s beautiful.

“Lookin’ at the moon miss?” a low voice echoes over to her.

That is not so beautiful. She isn’t in the mood to get harassed.

Tsukuyo grabs the bottle in her hand tighter when she looks over in the voice’s direction and sees silver hair stand out from the dark outlines of the buildings and her mood worsens despite her heartbeat going up and through the roof.

Gintoki stops dead in his tracks and coughs when he recognizes her and she can see he’s carrying a bottle of sake as well. Somehow she feels the need to hide hers, he might try to steal it, she thinks.

“Where u goin’, that’s the wrong direction,” Gintoki throws angrily at her head and she glares at him – or at least she tries, because he laughs and that’s never a good sign.

“No y’re goin’ in tha wrong direction,” she slurs back at him which makes him laugh even louder.

Gintoki points at her. “Nah, I’m goin’ right, u just stupid you dumb bitschh!”

“What did’ya call me,” Tsukuyo feels her blood boiling and that’s not a good thing, not like that.

“Bitch!” he screams and Gintoki throws his bottle in her direction. He misses by a mile and it shatters behind her. Her eyebrow twitches at Gintoki’s manic laughter.

Tsukuyo wants to jump him – with a kunai, and a second later she does.

Suddenly Gintoki lies beneath her and he has the sharp blade at his throat, and the bottom of the bottle pressed to his wrist. He still laughs, but now a little scared. “Ah honey, if you want to ride me you should do that naked or at least without panties,” he snorts and Tsukuyo presses the blade into his skin until it actually draws a little blood. He’s not putting up a fight and the suspicion that he enjoys this creeps under her skin.

Tsukuyo hiccups. “Ya a perverted bastard, no one wants t’ fuck you,” she mutters and Gintoki’s eyes suddenly focus on her.

“You want!” he screams, fully convinced of his words.  

“You wish!” Tsukuyo shoots back and he laughs again, but frees one of his hands to grab her wrist with the kunai.

“No I don’t, reaaaally don’t,” he giggles and she’s getting angrier by the minute.

“I saw how ya’ peeked at me, ya don’t have to deny it!” she yells. “But that ain’t gonna happen, not even on your birthday!”

“I ain’t fuckin’ peekin’ at a violent woman like you!” Gintoki screams and she hisses. Tsukuyo tries to get her wrist out of his hands but he holds it firmly.

He screams, she screams.

And they roll over the bridge like a pair of hormones-loaded teenagers beating each other up, both of them forcefully trying to get the upper hand again.

At some point, she gets a knee between his legs and notices something.. stiff.  She sucks her breath when he moans.

“Ya sicko! Ya gettin’ sum kind of kick out of this!” her hands wrap around his throat and Gintoki chokes.

“‘m not,” he coughs and his face turns red. “Just happens.”

Somewhere around them a door opens and someone screams into the cold night.  

“Take your perverted sexroleplay inside and stop screaming!!” the door slams shut again and they blink at each other. Tsukuyo’s grip loosens around his throat and he massages it.

“Strong grip,” he mumbles but grins. Tsukuyo gets mad again, but before she can strangle him again, she was suddenly standing and Gintoki stands in front of her, close to her – a little too close.

“Not strong enough.”

The wind picks up around them and dry leaves swirl around his head and his hair with them, shining silver in the moonlight. His eyes beam at her, glistening red and Tsukuyo swallows.

His stupid grin still stays which destroys the image for her.

Or doesn’t.

Suddenly, Gintoki’s hands clamp around the railing and his body pushes her back against the hard wood of the bridge and Tsukuyo holds her breath.

“Say that again,” he whispers and renders Tsukuyo speechless. The image in front of her looks like a dream, maybe it is all a dream and she had just passed out somewhere.

“What?” she whispers in awe. Gintoki stares back at her, almost as if he’s distracted and didn’t hear her question. Then, his eyes fall down to her lips.

“Bet u won’t dare to kiss me?” he mumbles and grins. Tsukuyo pants.

“I - I won’t?”

“Bet.”

“No.”

“Bet?”

“Do ya even dare?!”

And then he leans forwards and she feels something warm on her lips and understands he’s kissing her.

Actually kissing her.

Her.

Her?!

She panics.

Enough, she thinks before she grabs his collar and throws him over the railing, panting, her face hot and her lips wet.

Gintoki screams. and tries to reach out to her, but she doesnt turn around and only crosses her arms in front of her chest, trying to calm down. She hears his body hitting the water – and then helpless yelling and splashing.

“Help! Help me!” Gintoki cries and Tsukuyo laughs. “I can’t swim!”

“Just use yer legs idiot!”

Gintoki’s head disappears between the ripples and Tsukuyo frowns. Maybe he really can’t.., his head appears again and he looks scared.

“Can’t,” water splashes against his face and drowns out his words. “..swim.”

He’s not joking , Tsukuyo thinks and in the fraction of a second she jumps after him into the cold water. The freezing temperature takes away her breath for a moment and breaking through the surface she needs a moment to orient herself and Gintoki.

She sees his hands sticking out of the waves and dives after him.

Just in time, before he sinks to the bottom, she grabs his hand and pulls him to the surface.

Gintoki coughs and Tsukuyo can’t keep herself from laughing.

“Ya can’t swim big boy?!” her laugh reverberates through the valley of buildings and Gintoki sulks.

“Shut up,” he mumbles and half heartedly climbs on her back. She swims them both to the riverbanks and they crawl out of the freezing water.

Tsukuyo lays on her back and Gintoki crawls over to her, shuffling his body next to her. Tsukuyo eyes him suspiciously but she guesses he’s just cold.

She’s also freezing.

For a few minutes they just stay like that and Tsukuyo asks herself if he passed out, but then he raises his voice.

“Ok..so.. wanna sleep with me? For my birthday?” he whispers and Tsukuyo feels a smile forming on her face.

“Maybe.”

#gintsu #gintama #Gintoki x Tsukuyo #Tsukuyo #Gintoki

[luvkun4]

I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS OK ... IM GLAD U ARE ENJOYING THEM PLSSS 🌷🎀 UR THOUGHTS ARE SO GOOD TOO IVE LOOKED THRU UR THIRSTS IN THE PAST ... BANGERS, ALL OF THEM . i feel a bit bad i have bsd brainrot so expect like all my thirsts to be related to that 😵‍💫 but on the subject could you imagine making kunikida like cum in his pants bc you just work him up so much plsss

.... or wearing lingerie/crotchless panties to work ... you keep teasing and pushing kunikida while hes trying to get this paperwork done until he drags you to a supply closet under the guise of finding some files you irresponsibly misplaced. As soon as he can shut the door, hes got you up on some file cabinet, crouching down as he pulls off your pants/skirt (he probably just flips it up if its a skirt which does CRAZY things to my brain), and ... /oh/ . His face is still level with your hips when he realizes what you're wearing, and his whole demeanor changesss "are you serious? At /work/?"

He thumbs over your clit once, "You're soaking already, angel. You're more of a slut than I thought." and then he's leaning in, hot breath puffing over your inner thighs, "tell me, were you hoping this would happen?"

of course you vehemently deny it at first, but he has his ways to make you talk. he leans up nd grabs your chin with one hand while the other continues toying with your clit nd asks one more time. you deny it. Only to be cut off mid-sentence as he plunges two long fingers inside you, keeping your head turned towards him so he can watch the way your face twists up. wouldn't you know it, he can be very convincing ...

- 🍵

the thought of making Kunikida cum in his pants causes my brain to short circuit jfc 😵‍💫 there’s something so hot about that to me — like, the desperation that comes with it 🦋🦋

PLEASE AND KUNIKIDA CALLING ME A SLUT GETS ME CLENCHING, I CAN’T 😩 just- him fingering you in the storage closet all bc you wanted to be slutty, and he’s telling you to be quiet but he fingers you so good that the task is nearly impossible 🥴🥴

#don’t apologize for having bsd brainrot #we talk about kunikida nearly everyday on here 🤭 #anons :: 🍵 #[❤️‍🩹] brainrot #[ bsd thirsts ] #doppo kunikida #kunikida x reader

[snailor-bee]

Songfics Part Eleven

I'm back!! My friend wrote me an AMAZING songfic and got me really into the idea again! The last time I did these I’m unsure if I talked a lot to @sugxrslushy or @childofblackmaria but since then they've been super lovely friends to me. ;u; So I wanted to do some for them. I hope you both enjoy!

I wanted to do a Roger to this but my hair appointment got moved up so I gotta RUN. Sorry Lale yours is so sad?!?! Why is Rayleigh built for sadness I don't understand.

GN!Reader / SFW / 1.9k Characters: Rayleigh and Perona Warnings: Rayleigh's is pretty sad y'all, I'm sorry. The song was just to perfect I couldn't resist.

Song: Nati Dreddd - Caledonia

I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me, In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away.

So I've been telling old stories, singing songs, that make me think about where I come from That's the reason why I seem so far away today.

You set a concerned hand on Rayleigh’s shoulder, jolting the man as he tore his eyes away from the fire.

“Are you alright?” you asked and he smiled.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Fine, fine, just lost in my thoughts.” Rayleigh grabbed onto your wrist gently and tugged you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist while burrowing his face into the crook of your neck.

After a long enough pause that told you he wasn’t going to elaborate you hesitantly asked, “Beli for your thoughts?”

Rayleigh chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. “Thinking about the past.” Before you could ask further he went on, “Want to hear a sea shanty?”

Even though you knew he was only asking to distract you, you really couldn’t resist. Rayleigh so rarely sang but you loved it every time. Voice a deep baritone it shook you down to your knees whenever he did, the way he gazed straight at you, whiskey rough voice singing softly just for you. Smiling, you agreed, thinking you’d dig a little deeper later.

Let me tell you that I love you and I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home

But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

“What was it like?” you asked one night in bed, staring at his weathered face. Rayleigh cocked a brow at you in question, but the knowing smile told you he knew what you were asking for. He just wanted to hear you say it. “Traveling with Roger and the others.”

His silver eyes, normally obscured by glasses went a little distant as he thought about it. “Amazing. The best time of my life, it made me feel alive.”

When you shuffled into yourself a little more his eyes focused once more on your own and he reached out to run a hand down your side, the worn palms catching on your skin slightly. “Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. “I just wish…I could do more for you. I see the way you look sometimes, so sad and I just wish…I could fill more of that void for you.” You reached out and cupped his cheek, thumbing at the skin before trailing your hand down to run through his white beard.

Rayleigh’s eyes flashed and for a moment you felt pressure weigh you down before it released. With the hand on your side he pulled you closer, into his chest. “I love you. Don’t worry about it, you do more than enough. What I lost, it can’t be replaced but that doesn’t mean this life is bad either. Just different.” He kissed your forehead, but you still weren’t entirely soothed.

I have moved and I've kept on moving, proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing, found others on the way

I have tried and I've kept on trying, stolen dreams, yes there's no denying I have traveled hard sometimes with conscience flying somewhere in the wind

Still, even if Rayleigh denied it, you couldn’t help but notice the way he looked, at times when he didn’t think you were watching. The way the lines in his face seemed deeper as he stared out at the horizon. The way he drifted—mid-task he’d just stop and stare into nothing, lost in thought. The drinking until dawn. He tried to joke like it was just something pirates did but you weren’t fooled.

Drinking might be what pirates did, but they weren’t drinking everyday to escape into the past. They were drinking to celebrate what they had. You understood the difference and was sure Rayleigh did as well.

You bit your lip with indecision. You knew Rayleigh was a wanderer at heart. When the two of you first started, you were fine with it. Always figured he’d leave eventually. A small blip of time with the legendary man, nothing more.

But then he stayed. And kept on staying.

It felt almost unfair, like forcing you to fall in love with him was a test somehow. To see if it would be enough to fill that ache inside him.

As you watched him, hands frozen half-finished putting up the laundry on a line looking out at the sea you knew it wasn’t enough and your heart ached with all that meant.

Now I'm sitting here before the fire, the empty room the forest choir The flames that couldn't get any higher they've withered now they've gone

But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear and I know what I will do tomorrow When the hands have shaken and the kisses flow then I will disappear

Another night in front of the fireplace, Rayleigh stared into its flames a bottle of booze dangling from his fingertips. You tsked before sweeping in to pull it from his loose grip.

“Careful, you’ll spill it everywhere.”

Rayleigh hummed and his melancholy mood seemed to lift just a little as he looked you over, his eyes sparkling. Quicker than you could see, he snatched you up making you screech as you dropped the bottle.

“Rayleigh,” you hissed out angerily, hearing the bottle clatter to the floor. “What are you doin—mmph!”

He silenced you with a hard kiss. Automatically your hands went up to tangle into his white hair as he settled you against him, a strong hand at the back of your neck and the other wrapping around your waist.

Although Rayleigh was engaged that night, covering you with kisses and present in a way he so often wasn’t, there was still something that nagged you about it. But even knowing that, you still got lost in his kisses, in his love.

Let me tell you that I love you and I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home

When you woke up the next morning to an empty bed with only a note on the pillow, you weren’t surprised, even if you felt your heart breaking already.

Opening it, your eyes were hot with unshed tears as you read,

Sorry love, I just can’t help it. You’re lovely I just gotta go home. xRayleigh

Home. How you hated that word. As if you weren’t trying to make one with him, here. Your tears splashed, smearing the ink.

But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Song: Alice Phoebe Lou - Witches

You've got this golden way of making my body sway Of making my mind fly away Of making it fly

Hearing a voice echo down the hall you stopped in your tracks. There was only one woman in the castle but you’ve never heard her sing before. Entranced you followed the sound closer. There was a door barely ajar, and you pushed it open wider, the thick carpet covering any sound.

Perona stood in front of a mannequin, fabric pinned to its frame. Her ghosts danced around her as she sang, rotating her hips.

It's a world I love to be in Come on, let's go high above the ceiling Oh, what we could be feeling Oh, what we could be feeling

Putting a hand in the air she did a spin, closing her eyes.

I'm one of those witches, babe I'm one of those witches, babe Just don't try to save me ‘Cause I don't wanna be saved

“Wow,” you breathed before you slapped a hand over your mouth in horror, eyes widening. Perona stopped singing at once, large dark eyes snapping open to see you hovering in the open doorway.

“What are you doing here!?” she screamed with rage, and you held out both hands in apology.

“I heard singing and wanted to see! I’m sorry!”

Perona looked so angry, her face flushed to an alarming level of pink and her ghosts drifted closer menacingly.

“I really liked it!” you said loudly before flinching back, expecting to be hit with a hollow and begin groveling on the ground. When nothing happened, you squinted open an eye.

She still looked upset but both hands were fisted in her skirt, and she pouted. “My singing? You liked it?”

Seeing your chance, you nodded your head quickly. “Yes! I loved it, can I hear more?”

Perona narrowed her eyes at you before she gestured you impatiently into the room. Eagerly you came closer, deftly avoiding the hollows that still floated around and giggled at you. When she pointed at the couch you took a seat without argument.

“Now, where was I?” she asked herself, index finger pressed against her chin in thought.

“I’m one of those witches,” you repeated without prompting. She hummed before opening her mouth.

Me, I've got my own little magic And I'm not tryna wreak havoc It's just that sometimes I see something and I just need to have it Let's share a few dirty habits Let's share a few dirty habits

Now that she had an audience, she definitely put more of a performance into it. Swaying her body more, she kept your gaze as she sang, beckoning you with a finger at the last few lines.

You pointed at yourself with a confused look, not sure if she actually meant you to come closer or not. When she nodded you gulped before standing.

Last night when you pulled through I put a spell on the moon It was three times the size In your moon-lit eyes

Perona tugged you close before running a hand through your hair, nails scraping as she sang. You shivered at the attention.

And I sang you an old tune Mom sang me when I was half the size And I looked at you and your moon-lit eyes And your moon-lit eyes

Leaning against you, she pressed her chest against you, singing so close to your lips you felt the air puff against them, and you shook with expectation and wanting.

I'm one of those witches, babe I'm one of those witches, babe Just don't try to save me ‘Cause I don't wanna be saved

Then suddenly, she pulled away with a familiar laugh, leaving you standing there dazed and confused.

“You didn’t actually think I’d kiss you, did you?!” she said with a smirk.

You shifted awkwardly before you frowned. “You could have just let me stay on the couch, I was enjoying the song just fine without the teasing.”

Rolling her eyes, she pushed at you, causing you to crash back into the couch. You opened your mouth to complain but was quickly silenced when she followed you down, climbing into your lap.

“Geeze, you’re so dense. Obviously, I wanted you to kiss me. I don’t sing for just anyone you know,” she said with a pout.

Blinking, you rested your hands at her hips as she sat above you, folding her arms and looking huffy.

“Oh. Give me another chance?”

She sniffed. “Don’t think you deserve it now.”

“Aww come on, Princess, just for me?”

“Hmph.” But still she conceded and started to sing the last bar.

I'm one of those witches, babe I'm one of those witches, babe Just don't try to save me—

You reached up and pulled her down before she could finish the last line into a bruising kiss. Your teeth clicked together and the both of you winced before changing the angle and trying again and it was perfect. Everything you thought it would be and you sighed happily.

‘Cause I don't wanna be saved

#bee writes #bee writing #perona #rayleigh #one piece #one piece x reader #perona x reader #rayleigh x reader #FUCK I GOTTA GOOOO

[menmass]

you can’t deny that the series is building up to bakugou and deku finally taking each other’s hands, whatever that context may be

#hori clearly stated hands are the second best thing that expresses emotions and he emphasizes that himself #so all the moments these two don’t take each other’s hands? #✨symbolism✨ #💥foreshadowing💥 #bakudeku #bkdk #bnha #can be romantic or platonic depending on ur interpretation and how hori chooses to end it #but u can’t deny he’s trying to make them grab the other’s hand #(heroes rising already accomplished that) #personal

[chifuyusfingers]

Tokyo Revenger boy's Reaction to you hide that you’re in the Hospital from them, and they find out.

_Mikey | Baji | Chifuyu | Kokonoi | Mitsuya | Sanzu | Shinichiro | Izana | kazutora | Kukucho | Ran | Rindo | Inui_

M i k e y

Mikey would be on a warpath once he found out you were in the hospital.

But when you woke up, he had worn himself out from being angry.

You would wait for him to wake up, and when he did he would be startled to see you awake.

He would ask you so many questions: “You’re awake? Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere? Do you want me to get a doctor?” Mikey wouldn’t express anger directly at you until after you were discharged.

But he would stay with you as much as he could, and would hardly get any sleep because he was so worried about your well being (even though you weren’t going to stay for that long).

C h i f u y u

Chifuyu would be extremely worried about you. He noticed you were a little sick lately, so when he heard you were in the hospital,

it was a worst case come true. He would instantly go to the hospital and would pick a fight with anyone who tried to deny him entry to visit you. You would wake up and he would be sitting with his head in his hands.

When he noticed you it was instant fretting over you. When you assured him you were fine and that it was something minor, he would sigh and lean back in his chair.

“You think I care that this is something minor? I care that you are here in the hospital and I knew nothing about it! Tell me if you aren’t feeling well and we come here together! But please… Don’t hide this from me.” Chifuyu may get a bit emotional and would tear up.

You would have to soothe him and promise to tell him. He would stay with you in the hospital for the day you had left there, and wouldn’t sleep– both from worrying about you and to make sure you were sleeping alright.

B a j i

Baji would be sitting on the edge of the bed staring at you when you woke up.

His number one concern would be how you were feeling and if you were in any pain. You assured him that it was nothing serious, and he just didn’t seem satisfied with your answer.

“If it was nothing serious, then you could have told me about it. Even if it was something serious, I would like to know this sort of thing. Your health is important to me, so please don’t hide this from me. I think I almost passed out from the shock.”

You would apologize to Baji and said you didn’t want to bother him. “It would bother me so much more if I didn’t know until after the fact!”

You would apologize and acknowledge your mistake. Baji would visit whenever he could find time, and more often than not he would bring you a snack or two in when he came.

K a z u t o r a

Kazutora is the type who would be a bit restless when he arrived. When you woke up he would be asking the doctors what was wrong with you.

When he noticed you were awake, he would direct all of his questions to you. Any attempt to calm him down wouldn’t go well at all.

You would have to talk him down from his anger, and once he was no longer angry, all that was left was worry for you. “How could you not tell me you weren’t feeling well? Why didn’t I tell you to go to the hospital?”

You would have to assure Kazutora that things like this happened and it was your fault for not checking yourself in sooner. “That really doesn’t make me feel better… Nothing will make me feel better until you get to get out of here.”

You would have to mess with Kazutora in order for him to finally crack a smile, albeit a small one. Kazutora would keep you company for the day or two you had to stay in the hospital. He would argue with the doctors if they tried to kick him out, and if they succeeded he would simply sneak back in later.

Shinichiro

Shinichiro would be crying when you woke up. When he heard your voice, he would instantly race to your side as if it was the end of the world.

He would hug you and you would have to repeat over and over how it wasn’t as bad as it may look.

He wouldn’t say much but would try to listen to you. Shin wouldn’t have to say much to you for you to understand that he was deeply hurt, by your decision to not tell him.

He would wear that on his sleeve. Once he stopped crying, he was relieved that it was nothing major and felt silly for crying so much. You would feel bad and promise to tell him how you were feeling truthfully from now on.

He would pick you when you were discharged and wouldn’t leave your side the entire day. “I want to make sure your a hundred percent.”

M i t s u y a

Mitsuya would be silently reading when you woke up. He would glance at you and continue to read his book.

You could feel the anger steaming off of him and were too scared to say anything at first. He scared you out of your skin when he asked, “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?” You would begin to apologize for not telling him about the hospital, and he would seem slightly confused.

“Oh… I guess I should be upset about that too…” You’d ask why he was upset if not for that reason, and he would say he was mad at himself. He should have forced you to come to the hospital the instance you were sick.

You’d insist it wasn’t his fault, but he would continue. “No, it was my mistake for not saying what I thought. So I think I’ll have to be much more forward with you from now on.” It sounded scary to you. Mitsuya essentially would come when he could, and would give you the silent treatment for the next several days to come.

S a n z u

Sanzu is much more stubborn. I feel like he would be tempted to visit you a lot, but he would be too angry to do it.

You weren’t willing to tell him that you were in the hospital to begin with, so why should he visit you? He would find himself standing outside the door, unable to enter.

In the end, he would call you from outside the door and scold you over the phone. “Next time, we can go to the hospital together… Just please don’t do this ever again.” Sanzu would believe that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him this, and you apologized if you came off that way.

You would say that you knew he would panic, and that would cause him to open the door and argue with you in person. You would laugh as he scolded you. He would stay with you and glare at you every once in a while. He would also help you when you were discharged.

K a k u c h o

Kakucho is very lost when he finds the news. He doesn’t know what to do when he sees you in the hospital bed and is just lost.

He seems out of it till he hears your voice. He comes back to life and yells your name. He asks you several questions and if you didn’t answer him right away, then he would hit the button that summons a doctor to answer them.

He would cause chaos in his own caring way, and you would have to scold him for causing disarray at a hospital.

Leading him to scold you for hiding this from both of you. Essentially, the remainder of your visit would become a bickering fest between you two with no clear resolution other than your discharge.

From then on, if you so much as sneezed in front of Kukucho he would grab his coat and drag you to the hospital to get it checked out.

I n u i

Inui was concerned about your health before the hospital, but once he heard you were in there? He was in full on mothering mode.

He would bring you food and nag at you to eat and take care of yourself the entire time. He wouldn’t touch much on the fact that you hid the truth from him, and would be so much more concerned about your well being. That said, once you were healthy, prepare for an earful from Inui.

“You can’t just wait until you’re about to pass out to go to the hospital!! That’s crazy talk!” Inui would now give you a look whenever you coughed in front of him, a look that read: “If we go through what we did last time, I swear I’ll go insane–”

I z a n a

Izana would fight a lot of people. Since he came in angry, the hospital was reluctant to let them in.

The doctors would tell him he had to do something, he wasn’t going to be happy go lucky doing it. He was fuming just sitting beside you in the hospital. You’d expect that he would direct that anger at you once you woke up, right? Wrong.

He would actually be caring at first and ask about how this happened and how you felt at the moment.

But once all of those “formalities” were out of the way, then he would direct that anger at you. “How could you hide it until you are in the hospital!? Do you know how worried sick I was to hear about this? Don’t ever do this sort of thing again!” Izana would always turn a little serious from then on when he saw you and asked how you were doing.

R a n

Ran is in full on nag mode when he finds out you are in the hospital. You don’t have to be awake for him to start nagging.

The instance he opens your hospital door and sees you asleep, he would start nagging. “I swear to GOD, you must be out of your mind if you thought you could hide this from me forever! AH! So help me when you wake up I swear I’m going to give you an earful, just you WAIT!” Essentially, Ran would hype himself up so much that when you finally did wake up, he wouldn’t have much to say. So? He would play it off as if he was angry and shove a tangerine at you.

“Here! Eat IT!” Ran would sincerely worry about you and help you at discharge, and would take you to hospital upon hearing a single cough.

R i n d o

Rindo is another one to be silently angry when you first wake up.

He would ask you how you were feeling, and you’d say you were fine. “Is this the truth, or am I going to turn around and find out you really aren’t?” You would feel guilty and apologize.

This is one of the few times that Rindo would seriously scold you. It truly hurt him when he had to find out from his brother that you had wound up in the hospital. After you were discharged, Rindo would be lost in his own thoughts. It would take a little while, but he’d be back to normal if you gave him some time.

K o k o n o i

Koko wouldn’t really know what to do. He would be angry at you and himself, worried about your well being, and concerned with how you would feel seeing him.

He had all these thoughts going through his head as he waited for you to wake up. When you did, he wanted to be tough and stand by himself.

You shouldn’t have hid it from him. But he was just so relieved that you were okay that his facade melted away almost instantly. He just so glad to see you okay and well and that it was nothing major. Koko would realize a lot from worrying about you– like how much he cares about you and your well being.

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

#tokyo revengers anime #tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers shinichiro #chifuyu x reader #baji x reader #mitsuya x reader #inui x reader #kokonoi x reader #izana x reader #kukucho x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #haitani brothers #sanzu x reader #baji x y/n #naoto x reader #manjirou sano x reader #draken x reader #anime imagines #takemichi hanagaki #mitsuya x you #hajime kokonoi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers sanzu #mikey sano #ran haitani #rindou haitani

[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

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[devilyn]

is that too much to ask? | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: love somebody by lauv

I don't wanna be the one to say

That we gotta have a conversation

I don't wanna watch the tears roll down your face

Know, I hurt you, and I, I'm sorry

All I wanted was to love somebody

— synopsis: tsukishima avoids physical affection with you as often as he can, and you wonder what it is that you’re doing wrong in your relationship.

— genre: angst, happy endings, & the product of my writer’s block

— word count: 2.6k

You knew Tsukishima wasn’t the affectionate type--you knew that when you asked him out in your second year of high school. You knew that if you hugged him in front of his volleyball teammates, he’d stiffen and cringe away from your touch. It was natural for you to start reaching your arms out towards him before stopping yourself and resorting to a proud pat on the arm and a bright smile. It was to the point where even Hinata once commented that he’d never even see the two of you hug.

Now that the two of you were in university, and almost three years into your relationship, you started wondering what exactly it was about physical affection with you that Tsukishima hated so much. You started to experiment--slipping your hand into his when you walked back to your shared apartment together after his long volleyball practices, or tossing your arms around his neck in excitement after he wins a tough match. Each time, he’d react the same way. He would pull his hand from yours, or he’d put his hands on your shoulders and put some distance between the two of you.

At first, you believed it to be embarrassment. He didn’t like PDA--you could understand that. Even you had a limit to how much you could flaunt your relationship status in public. But even when the two of you were in the comfort of your apartment, you wondered why he never initiated any physical affection.

“Kei,” you whispered his name softly, and he looked up from his phone to meet your eyes. “Do you...not love me?”

He blinked, raising both brows in genuine surprise and slowly lowering his spoonful of cereal back into his bowl. 

“...Are you dumb?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and tightening your grip on your keys.

“It’s whatever,” you murmured, pulling the front door open and not bothering to spare him a glance over your shoulder. “I’ll see you.”

You left quickly to not have to deal with the aftermath of your sudden question, the door shutting firmly behind you.

Was it selfish of you to want more proof of his love for you? Sure, there were small things. Things like how he always helped you study for your exams if he could, or how he’d make you a cup of coffee before you left because he knew you struggled with staying awake during your morning classes. You knew he loved you because of these things.

But there was always a small voice in the back of your head asking if he only did those things to drag your stagnant relationship on. For a year now, it felt as if every day was the same with him. Actions were repetitive, dates were infrequent and only occurred when you asked, and at times, each day with him felt like a clone of the previous. Which is why you started wanting to hold his hand, and melt into his warm embrace.

Your fingers tightened on your tumbler, holding the contents of your boyfriend’s love--the coffee he made you this morning. 

Even at home, he would merely pet your head when you cuddled into his side on the couch. Kisses were rare unless you initiated, and he’d always tease you whenever you whined about wanting him to kiss you first. It’s not like you two never had sex either, so what was so wrong about your relationship that left you wanting more?

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, and you glanced at it briefly.

u ok?

You tucked your phone back into your pocket without replying. You never should’ve asked. Now you’ve disrupted the peace you had in your stagnant relationship.

Though, maybe it was okay to want more.

“Is it really a problem?” Kuroo sipped his drink through his straw, raising a brow in your direction. “You’ve been dating for three years. I’m more surprised that you didn’t bring this up to him earlier.”

Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the half empty tumbler, teeth gnawing anxiously at your lower lip.

“...I think I was too scared in the beginning,” you murmured.

“Mm,” your friend hummed softly in agreement. “You’ve changed. You were always affectionate before.”

You blinked, raising your gaze from the table between the two of you to meet Kuroo’s grin.

“How’d you know that? We just became friends in uni--”

“Tsukki told me,” he cut you off, and your fingers stopped tapping against your drink. “And it’s not like I don’t notice that you hug me more than you hug your boyfriend.”

“First of all, don’t say things that can be so easily misunderstood,” you tossed a crumpled up napkin at the former captain, and he quickly dodged it with a short laugh. “Second, what do you mean Kei told you? He said I used to be more--affectionate?”

This was news to you. You never thought that he would notice how you changed to make him feel more comfortable with your relationship.

It was true that towards the beginning of your relationship, you were always scared of upsetting him, so you did everything you could to change to his needs. You held back words you knew he wouldn’t want to hear, and only ever spoke up if something truly bothered you. It worked up until the end of your first year before you started opening up to him slowly. But something you could never seem to breach was Tsukishima’s habit of avoiding physical affection. 

“You know how he is,” Kuroo waved his hand dismissively, “Your boyfriend’s terrible with emotions. I tell him all the time that I’m surprised you lasted so long--”

“Don’t talk badly about him like that,” you scolded your friend with a scowl, to which he snickered quietly.

“Well, you can’t deny it, can you? He sucks, but he has his good points. That’s why you’re still dating him, right?”

It was true that you couldn’t deny it. Tsukishima had many faults, and his lack of desire for physical affection was only one of them. Still, you were just as much at fault for not communicating with him out of fear that he’d leave you.

“He’s just scared, y’know,” Kuroo rested his chin in his upturned palm. “Just like you. Even after three years, he’s not used to affection. Why don’t you just talk to him instead of sulking about it to me? I feel like I might as well be the third person in your relationship with how often you two come to me about each other.”

You were quiet for a bit, swirling the now cold coffee around as you processed the thought of confronting the issues you’ve been burying for so long.

“...he’d never date you,” you finally murmured, turning your gaze out the window.

“Ah, and you would?”

You didn’t need to look up to see Kuroo’s smug smirk.

“You wish.”

But no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, there was some truth in Kuroo’s words. You had used him as a therapist far too many times, when your issues could easily be solved by confronting your fears and sitting down to talk with the man you lived with.

If only speaking to Tsukishima about your problems was as easy as it sounded.

By the time you finally gathered up the courage to even speak his name, your boyfriend was standing from the dinner table to grab your plates and heading towards the sink where his dishwashing responsibilities awaited him. The sight of his broad back seemed to glue your lips shut. 

You couldn’t get the words out.

“Do you hate being touched by me?” was the first thing you wanted to ask.

“Is it wrong for me to ask for you to tell me you love me sometimes?” would probably be the second, paired with, “Can you just kiss me once in a while without complaining about it?”

It all felt so childish, even before the words left your lips. So instead, you sat frozen in your chair, gazing at your boyfriend’s back that you longed to embrace.

Slowly, you stood. Before your brain could tell you how stupid of an idea this was, your feet moved forward until you were standing just a step away from Tsukishima’s much taller form.

Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and you could feel the way he jolted in surprise as you rested your cheek against his warm back.

“I’m washing--”

“Do you hate me?”

Silence.

Well, that question didn’t come out as expected, though it’s not like you didn’t wonder that too.

“Don’t turn around,” you pleaded quietly over the running water. To someone else, you must’ve looked like a fool, clinging onto your boyfriend like your life depended on it while he soaped up your dirty dishes.

He granted your wish, and didn’t whirl around to pull away from your touch. Instead, he continued scrubbing at your dinner plates.

“You have until I finish washing the dishes to explain yourself,” he stated calmly, and your arms tightened around his waist. It was a demand.

“I heard...from Kuroo that you said I used to be more affectionate before we started dating,” you stammered out quickly, “If you knew that, then why do you get so stiff and push me away when I try to initiate physical affection even after we’ve been dating for three years? Do you hate being touched by me so much?”

The kitchen was quiet, now that your boyfriend was drying the dishes. His hand stopped moving robotically over the wet plates, and he slowly set them down on the counter instead. You could tell he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how. So you continued.

“I do know that you love me, Kei,” you murmured weakly, voice muffling against his shirt as you shifted to rest your forehead against his broad back instead. “I do. I know you’re always thinking of me, and I love that about you. But when you push me away, I can’t help but think that you’re just pretending to love me for the sake of convenience.”

“If I wanted convenience, I wouldn’t date you,” he mumbled under his breath, and the words stung to the point that your arms dropped from around the middle blocker’s waist.

No longer confined by your embrace, Tsukishima spun around and grabbed your shoulders, his eyes wide with panic.

“Y/N wait--I didn’t mean it that--”

“You’re such an ass,” you averted your gaze from his, trying to blink away the tears that began to blur your vision.

“Listen--” his voice was frantic, but you didn’t let him continue. You were scared to hear what would come next if you did.

“I guess I was wrong, and the voice in my head is right,” you cut him off, voice trembling. “So I’ll just tell you everything that I held back since it’s all going to fall apart anyway.”

It took all your courage to turn your teary gaze back to his deceivingly sorrowful golden eyes.

“Is there something so disgusting about me that you don’t even want to hold me? Even after this many years?” you began, fully prepared to spill every one of your fears from the past three years. “Am I asking for too much when I ask you to kiss me every once in a while? Is it wrong for me to want you to just tell me you love me sometimes? Am I a bad person for thinking our relationship has become so boring because neither of us want to make the first step to try and change because we’re both scared of scaring each other away?”

You rubbed your arm against your eyes, trying to pretend like you weren’t sobbing into your sleeve. Though you’re sure you weren’t a very good actor, with the way you hiccuped and took shaky breaths between your questions.

“Did I make a mistake trying to change myself to fit your standards? Should I have never confessed to you back--”

Your voice was suddenly muffled into your boyfriend’s chest, and you gasped at the suddenness of his hug.

“Please don’t regret it,” he requested weakly, his voice trembling just as much as yours.

Those simple words were all it took for your sobs to come out freely, your shaky hands clawing upwards to grip onto Tsukishima’s t-shirt, clinging onto him as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. It was a hug you’d been craving for ages--one he initiated. You hated that it took you throwing your heart at him for it to happen, but what were you to do?

He allowed you to cry as he continued.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he murmured into your hair. “There’s nothing wrong with what you want. I was...just scared, like you said.”

“Of what?” was what you wanted to ask. And like he read your mind, Tsukishima elaborated.

“The more I hug you, and the more kisses we share, the more I fall for you,” he whispered, as if fearful of the words he was admitting to you. “The deeper I fall, the more scared I get that you’ll leave me when you remember how bad of a boyfriend I am. I want to give you 100% of me, but at the same time, I’m too scared to do exactly that.”

Your cries were quieting down, and you took shaky breaths, inhaling his familiar scent each time. Just his embrace managed to soothe your frantic sobs.

“So I avoided anything that would make me fall too much in love with you, but it’s already too late,” he laughed bitterly, pulling back slightly so he could cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing at the wet streaks staining your skin. Your lips pursed into a small pout, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “I already love you too much to let go of you, and you know it.”

“...you’re really, really not allowed to be cute right now,” you grumbled, and he laughed.

“Yeah, I could say the same to you,” he joked, leaning forward so his lips could brush over your forehead.

“...can you kiss me now?” you murmured shyly, and his grin morphed into a weak smile before his hands tilted your jaw up towards him. His lips met yours softly, and though this wasn’t your first kiss, it was the first time you’d felt this way with Tsukishima in three years.

When he pulled away, you were crying again.

“Stop crying,” he cursed, “If someone saw you right now, they’d think I was bullying you.”

You babbled something incoherent through your tears of joy, and your boyfriend’s expression softened in a way you hadn’t witnessed in what felt like years.

“You have to take responsibility, you know,” his palms cupped your jaw, pulling your teary gaze back up to his as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. “For making me fall so deeply in love with you again.”

You laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Tsukishima’s neck to pull him down into another love-filled kiss.

“Until when?” you grinned when you pulled away, his eyes closed as he sighed happily and rested his forehead against yours.

“Until I make up for the three years I put you through,” he mumbled, and you smiled softly as your lips grazed over his lightly. As you pulled back, he leaned forward and peppered kisses across your face.

“So, until forever?” you teased with a quiet giggle.

“Until forever,” he whispered, lips meeting yours once more.

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