#favorite.love

[odetolove]

diluc has to bite back a moan of his own when you whine around his length, cock twitching when he notices the tears in your eyes. upon hearing your hum, he also notices the pitiful rolls of your hips. after a moment, he pushes farther into your mouth, keeping his cock down your throat for a little longer than he should have, pulling all the way out. “do that again and i’ll ruin every orgasm you have. i’m here to take care of you, got it?” he asks, slapping your cheek lightly with his cock, crouching down to wipe the saliva it left behind.

he also leaves behind a brief kiss to the cheek he slapped, standing back up and giving himself a few quick strokes before he smears the mixture of precum and saliva around your lips, using his thumb to open your mouth again, pushing his cock back between your lips to start a slow pace of fucking your face.

diluc r.

i could only gasp, sputtering out a shaky breath when he releases me- desperately letting my tongue peak out from my swollen lips, already eager to have him down my throat again. the reprimand doesn’t even sting with the haziness in my vision, but i nod, letting out a shaky,

yes sir.

letting his fingers roam my lips, embarrassed with the stickiness his cock left behind on my cheek, letting my eyes close when the pace he sets is slow- wanting so badly to reach down and play with myself, but showing enough restraint to not. settling for moaning around his length with each thrust, wanting to show him how much i wanted this.

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[odetolove]

Your whisper of praise shoots through Bokuto, something between a whine and a growl tumbling from his lips as he instinctively snaps his hips forward into your heat. Overtaken by you, the feeling of you under his hands, the sweet noises coming from you, the seemingly deafening slick sounds from where you meet-- Bo can’t stop the rutting of his hips. He tries, he really does, but the heavy grind of his hips gets too much to bear for his addled brain and he plows into you with reckless abandon. Shifting his grip, he moves his hands so they’re gripping the backs of your knees, pushing up further, further, all so he can bury his weeping cock as far into you as possible.

Wet slaps fill the air of your room, and they only cement the course of his thoughts, hardly registering the way his heavy balls connect to your ass with strings of arousal every time he pulls his hips back.

🐾🐾

hi i did not forget about this i promise i just have finals coming up </3 i love u angel thank u for being patient with me

there’s no second left to think- not with the way he brings my legs up, feeling like every desperate knocking of his hips shoves his cock up to my throat, meekly looking for any type of purchase on his body. reaching for him, shaky fingers holding onto his biceps, the vision of him blurry the closer i get to cumming. face red with the sounds of wet tacky hits to where he’s stretching me out. already feeling arousal and what his needy cock leaked dribble down, trying to keep focus on him.

b-bo!

i whine, unable to do anything but clench around his pistoning cock, too full and big and heavy inside to stop myself from already cumming. hearing the whines and growls come from him while i squeeze down around his fat cock- feeling my legs and thighs tremble. crying out at the mess i make, cum dribbling down my swollen cunt- moaning hiccuped in between broken cries.

c-cuming- oh, puppy- ‘m cumming!

my words barely coherent- i blink away tears to look up at him, fingers finding his face to bring him into me, wanting his messy mouth against mine.

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[odetolove]

he watches you in anticipation as you kneel between his legs, only proving to make his cock strain against his pants even more. you look so innocent between his legs, which is ironic the more he thought about it. the look you’re giving him could drive him insane, and it might if he doesn’t answer.

diluc gives you a stern nod, leaning back against the footboard of the bed, allowing you more room, he lifts the front of the white button up up just a tad, revealing a sliver of his abdomen. the whole scene is still baffling to him, he thought he’d be the one to initiate this weeks down the line, not you, shy, timid, little you initiating this on the first day. he liked it however, it was endearing to know you wanted him just as much.

diluc r.

the second he nods- my hands itch to move, waiting only for his own to drop out of the way. the simple act of tugging his shirt up, of showing me the little bit of skin at his abdomen has a little gasp leave my lips, eagerly leaning forward to leave a lick at the skin now presented.

all the meanwhile my fingers move to the button of his pants, purposely leaving enough space between my touches and his cock. my eyes don’t leave his, feeling my face grow hotter and even more red the further i go without saying anything, until i let my touches fall further down- leaving light traces against the outline of his cock while i keep my lips on the skin above the waistband of his underwear.

is this enough?

i question gently with a small smile, hooking my fingers at his waistband- not enough to free his cock out.

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[odetolove]

his head tips back, hands gripping your waist so hard he’s not sure if he’s hurting you. he just can’t stop. he’s so deep he feels like he could never pull out, he could live with your pussy around his cock, he was sure. he’s groaning shamelessly, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he bends over you.

so fucking good. your pussy was made for me.

he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you up so that your back is against his chest. his hands are cupping your tits and his face is buried in your neck, leaving small kisses against it between his groans.

gonna cum in this little pussy, mark you as mine.

he turns your head so he can kiss you, groaning as he spills his load inside of you, continuing to fuck up into you, making sure none of his cum escapes.

gorou

there was nothing i could do but sway to his needs- hands pressed over his own while he gropes my chest, tears freely falling from my eyes with how good his cock feels, thighs squeezing together when i cum. head tilting over to let him kiss whatever space he wanted. sharp cries leaving me with the way i clamp around his dick-

want your cum- i want it all.

i cry, dripping down him- whining with a hint of overstimulation when he finally cums, body trembling, hips pushing back against him to take it all. eagerly tilting my head back to meet his lips, all messy and desperate while i feel his cum lay heavy and warm inside of me, thighs and stomach burning from how hard i’ve tensed them. flinching with each thrust of his hips, breathing heavy into his mouth, trying to regain my bearings- eyes wet with tears of pure pleasure thanks to him.

‘ts so much gorou.

i whine, wiggling my hips to feel his messy cock inside.

#gorou.love #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #WHATT THE HECCKK HES SO UFMCINNGGG HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT #HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJHHHJHH #favorite.love

[odetolove]

That only makes Bokuto more feverish. Already excited and pussydrunk, he’s desperate to taste more of you. His tail swings even harder, his hips buck faster, and he circles in on your swollen clit. He wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, revelling in the hot spill of cum over his tongue. Bokuto finds himself rumbling happily, lapping up your spend through your overstimulated tugs on his hair. 

He’s still canting his hips up into nothing after he pulls off, cock bobbing with every push of his hips as he pushes your legs up to your chest and presses himself into you-- silently asking his permission.

🐾🐾🐾

my hips cant up against his mouth when he seals his around my clit- already shaky, my head tilts back onto the bed, unashamed in the cry that leaves my mouth while i cum all over his lips. trying hard to keep the plush of my thighs from squeezing his head too hard, relieved when he comes off me. still breathing hard- i look at the eagerness he approaches with, messy cock thick and throbbing between his legs.

my hands find his biceps, holding on to him while he presses me against the bed- looking at him and nodding, a slurred out, “go ahead.” just barely leaving me.

good boy.

i whisper when he presses inside- eyes already rolling to the back of my head with the weight he presses me down with.

#pupbo.love #JESUS CHRISTTT #UHHHHHFHRHRHHDDHDIICJDHDHFDUDJDKFDUDHDJUFFNFUHFHFGBHDXHCHCJFJFHDUDJXJXBZISSJDHDUDI #YAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #THIS IS SO HOTTTTTTT IM SQUIRMNGGGGGGGGG #favorite.love

[odetolove]

Bo can’t help but to whine, knocking your hands out of his way so he can scoop you up and toss you onto the bed, quickly seating himself between your legs. He’s seemingly running on autopilot, tugging your legs so your knees rest on his shoulders and he’s face to face with your sopping panties. He growls a bit before tugging at them, literally tearing them off of you.

He can’t wait, sloppily licking over your heat, tail thumping excitedly onto the bed while he buries his face in your cunt. Bokuto’s laying nearly flat on the bed, his still hard cock trapped between his belly and the sheets, unconsciously rutting into your plush sheets while he gets his fill of you.

🐾🐾

i can barely breathe or think before he has me laying flat on the bed. whining at the action of him ripping off my panties- pouting with the fact that i liked them. hands immediately coming down to rest at his head, fingers gripping the mess of hair. finding the base of his ears and scratching, trying to calm him down but quickly stopped with the feeling of his tongue lay heavy stripes up my cunt- thighs squeezing against his head.

g-god! kou-

i whine, my clit already hard and throbbing with arousal now even more sensitive at how enthusiastic he is. blinking up at the ceiling while he pants and laps over and over, feeling his drool pool down onto the bed- knowing it wasn’t going to be long ‘til he brought me to an orgasm too, hips bucking up into his mouth.

‘m gunna cum- please!

#pupbo.love #THIS IS SO UNFAIRRRRRRRRRR #HIM HUMPINGGG THE BED;;;;;;; #IM UNWELL THIS ISSSS HDNDNSUSJDKDHDKDDHHDITIEHXJXJDJHDHSJSUHSUDDJDDHUDHDBDHDUDHHDSIHEHEJDUDHD #AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #favorite.love

[odetolove]

Bokuto keens, loud and unabashed, pulling at the blankets he’s sat on. Almost immediately, he’s panting hard, chest heaving and hunched with the strain on his abs, eyes squeezed shut to cope with the overwhelming, wet heat of your mouth. He can’t bear to open his eyes, to see the way you’re looking up at him.

Every brush of your hair, every touch of your hair on his burning skin makes his head spin with want, the veins in his arms bulging when he tugs on the sheets. He tries not to, but the way his first orgasm is barreling to fruition has him rocking his hips, open mouth panting with whines on every exhale. Bo tries to warn you, call your name, anything-- the most he manages to get out is a stuttered “C- cu- uh- c- re-” before he’s spilling into your mouth, tossing his head back with a growl.

🐾🐾

hi btw. hi <3 im glad i was able to finish this hehe

it’s easy, following every twitch of his hips while my mouth works at his cock- unrelenting with the way i seal my lips over it and suck. emboldened by the sweet reactions he gives, watching every heaving pant and twitch of his thighs and stomach, wanting to smile at the broken words he stutters before his cum fills my mouth. there’s too much, spilling over the seal of my lips and down his already messy cock, pulling away with a pant to swallow what i can- coughing and already thumbing at whatever dribbled down.

i keep a hand on his cock- pumping it to calm him down despite the certain overstimulation it puts him in. murmuring out his name in a whisper while he comes back.

oh puppy- that was a lot, do you want more?

i ask, knowing the answer- listening to the slick sounds my hand makes over his still throbbing dick, bringing my other hand to trace over his balls. swollen and twitching.

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[odetolove]

L ink stared at Zelda for a moment, breath caught in his throat at her sweet voice. And partially because of cringing embarrassment he felt since he had fumbled in front of her by reverting to calling her ‘Your Highness.’ Although that love sick puppy in him keened that even if she was a mere commoner, he would still view her as Her Highness, his princess. She was so friendly and kind and smart, way out of his league in many ways than one. But yet, he felt this indescribable pull towards her, as if deep within himself he knew he fit right next to her perfectly.

Although he’d never admit that aloud in fear of being foolishly wrong.

Taking a deep breath he sheathed the master sword into its scabbard on his back and stepped forward, eyes tracing Zelda’s relaxed grin and letting his own lips tug up into a small smile.

‘Whatever befits you, My Highness,’ Link playfully stated, giving Zelda a mock bow to try and loosen himself up.

Formality and causality sometimes got muddled up with Link, his brain confused on his memories of being a stoic and speechless knight to now travelling, conversing, joking with said princess so freely and without restraint.

Link straightened up and strolled over to stand beside Zelda, peering down at her. Her face glowed but he would be an idiot to not notice the bags under her eyes. It greatly troubled him, concerned him on her well-being. But he didn’t want to distress her or pressure her into telling him anything she wasn’t comfortable with. ‘I slept well, how about yourself? I hardly heard you get up this morning.’

Despite the tiredness resting heavily under her eyes, Zelda still looked beautiful. Living life in the wild looked good on her. Although, anything would look divine on her. Bleakly Link realised he was in disarray, boots unlaced, one pant leg pushed up to his knee from his nights sleep, wearing his undershirt still, and hair loose and unbrushed. Part of him wanted to race back to don his champions tunic, tame his hair and look semi presentable but ultimately, the part of him that wanted to stay beside Zelda won.

‘Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you before we set off this morning to our next destination,’ pausing, he cast a glance around the stables, taking in the serenity. ‘Did you still want to travel today? We can always rest another day.’

(REMI!!!! I READ YOUR PART AND SCREAMED. I LOVE ITTTEJSKWKWOQ. I AM SO EXCITED WITH WHATS TO COME AND KSLSKAMAKDWM.

Sorry for the late ish reply, I had a hellish day at work yesterday then came home to make dinner for a sick friend and delivered it and didn’t get to stop and eat my own dinner until like 9:30 😭 but I read your writing and it made me feel so good!!!! It kept me going and I got so giddy reading it and kept thinking about it!!!!!!!!! I just unfortunately didn’t have the energy to write that day though. My brain was mush lmaooooo.

Hope you are well though!!!)

zelda brought a hand up to her mouth to hide the giggle that slipped out of her mouth when he bowed dramatically, rolling her eyes while a smile so big it almost hurt- was worn proudly on her lips. watching while he made his way to her, something inside her chest panged at the thought that before everything had happened, he wouldn’t have dared to approach her so casually.

but here, surrounded by the wilds and people who never knew formalities and titles like they did, the weight of all of that was lessened. it made her feel warm inside, that even after all the tragedy, she still had him- that she could roam freely and help rebuild the kingdom, that she could inquire and learn more about everything without the weight of the world on her shoulders.

at the sound of him speaking, she let her thoughts come to an end, smiling sheepishly when he asked if she slept well- a hand coming up to run down the golden strands of hair, a habit she had when trying to lie.

“ah, i slept… well! and, i tried not to wake you, your sleep is important.” she smile, scooting over on the flattened log of wood, making space for him if he wanted to sit.

by the looks of how much in disarray he was, she knew he slept hard- she could only imagine the weight he had to bare, and what type of toll it took on his body. she convinced herself she was doing the right thing in letting him sleep, even if it was at the cost of her being lonely for a couple hours into the late night.

at the mention of food, her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble- already excited at the prospect of his culinary skills. she didn’t know if it was because he was making her food, but the meals they shared together were extra tasty.

“breakfast would be nice, please.”

she thought a little about what she wanted to do, scrunching up her nose while she thought-

“you’ll think i’m lazy if i say rest another day- what do you want to do link?” zelda asked, turning to face him and wanting more than anything to soothe the mess of hair he currently donned.

“i just think it’s lovely here- i wanted to see if there was enough land to start a garden.” she finally confessed, looking over to where she thought a piece of land would look just dazzling with an array of wild flowers.

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[odetolove]

Sunlight peered into the stable, rousing Link awake as its rays caressed his face, kissing his eyes as he surfaced from the nights deep sleep. His body screamed at him to stay under, to continue to find comfort in the warmth of the itchy stable blankets, but some insistent voice begged him to get up, screaming that he’d forgotten something important. Again.

Blinking his eyes open, he looked around the stable, observing the beginnings of a new day. One of the stable hands hurried quietly across the floor with fresh linen bundled in her arms to the bed next to him. That forgotten something screamed at him again as he regarded her but his head was thick with exhaustion and as such he was not able to drudge up even an inkling to what it was.

Laying prone in bed wouldn’t help him recall his ‘something’ either so he threw the blankets off himself and swung his legs over the mattress. His bare feet met the cool wooden floors, the chill creeping up his body, further waking him from the nights rest. He struggled to remember why he was so tired, trying to recall what he’d done the day before as he loosened his hair from its ponytail and let it rest over his shoulders.

He had gotten up at his usual time, at dawn, and stretched his sore limbs for the new day. He had gone out for a hunt to find food to bring back to the temporary camp for Zelda and he had made the night before. When he arrived back after a few hours, she was awake and sitting in front of the fire on a previously felled log, her golden hair as bright as the sunlight flooding across Hyrule, looking impossibly soft to the touch and smoother than silk. His heart stuttered in his chest as he watched her for a breath as she hadn’t noticed him yet amongst the trees encircling their camp. He took in her serene smile, the slight curve on her soft lips, the gleam in her bright green eyes, the relieved pinch in her eyebrows as she simply existed in the wild observing the area around her in silence.

Link could stand there for hours, food be damned, just to bask in her beauty, even from a distance. And that was saying something as Link loved his food and treasured it above everything in his life.

The previous morning was engrained in his mind even now, in the current moment, the corners of his lips twitching up at the memory.

Then everything screeched to a halt and clicked into place, maybe a moment too late, before he realised that the ‘something’ from before was none other than Zelda herself. Link startled, heart leaping into his throat as he realised why the stable hand replacing the beds linen intrigued him; that was Zelda’s assigned bed for the night. She was not there. Panic coursed through Link’s body so violently he thought he might pass out from the adrenaline pumping in his blood.

In a clumsy flurry, Link donned his socks and shoes, cursing under his breath at his stupidity. How could he forget the literal Princess of Hyrule as if they hadn’t traveled here to this stable together the day before?

And at another moment too late, Link realised why he was tired and why he had allowed himself to sleep well past dawn. After observing Zelda in their clearing yesterday, Link had been on alert every second since, listening out for Zelda, making sure she was safe, that she was comfortable, scouting ahead for any possible monsters or threats, hyper aware of her movements, her words, her sighs. He did not allow himself a moment to rest. Sure, Zelda had obliterated Ganon, twice, and survived years upon years without his help, but Link would be damned if he let her survive like that again.

Then there was the factor of his memory too-

No, he needn’t think of that! He shook his head violently as he stormed out of the stable into the glorious morning. So what if he used up all his energy being hyper aware of Zelda like some little lost love sick puppy? It had cost him in his duty of protecting her, he had lost her, he was at fault-

He didn’t need to fret, as there she was, back turned to him as she sat on one of the spare seats around the cooking pot, her travel pack beside the seat. One of the stables many dogs had its chin rested on her thigh, tail wagging and love in its eyes as it stared up at her. She ran her fingers over its head, seemingly content with giving it soft pats and speaking to it quietly if the movements of her lips gave any indication.

Link sighed, the hand not holding the master sword in a death grip grasping the front of his undershirt in relief. Zelda was safe. He was about to turn and finished getting dressed when the dog noticed him and lifted its head to yip at him, Zelda turning her head to look over at her shoulder at him.

Shit.

His heart raced again and his mouth dried. ‘M-morning, your highness.’

Immediately he cringed.

(I hope this isn’t too long agshdjkakal. I miiiight have gotten carried away- oops-)

it was getting harder and harder for zelda to sleep- nights turned into sleepless fits that seemed to stretch into days, and she couldn’t say she missed being able to keep her eyes closed for hours consecutively. after everything, it felt like she had slept for enough lifetimes, using the low flickering lights of whatever stable or wavering fire in any tent her loyal knight set up for them to look at him instead.

she knew he hadn’t slept much when he woke up after the first calamity- and then when they were ripped away from each other the second time, during ganondorf’s resurrection he had forgone any sort of rest to look for her, and she knew if he knew about the nightmares that plagued her- he would stay up and keep watch. but she didn’t really care, she figured she had done enough sleeping for the both of them, and when he was asleep and there were no one’s eyes on either of them, she let herself look at his sleeping form openly, something she wasn’t quite ready to do in the middle of the day.

she could see raised skin and burns, scars littering his body thanks to the wilderness that wasn’t all too kind to him- zelda couldn’t help but feel guilty, so she let him sleep while she stayed up until the sounds of mourning doves cooed from nearby trees.

being careful as to not make any noise- knowing any sort of sound would surely rouse him, zelda took seconds to smile at the heap of strong limbs spread out against the bed he laid in, the master sword not far from his grasp.

zelda chose to amble around the stable- making quick friends with the stable hands and dogs who were more than happy to stick around after she shared meat they had packed for their journeys with them. picking a seat right next to the open fire- settling down to just sit and… bask in the movement of the world around her.

happily shaking hands and blessing anyone who asked for it. before- she would have faltered, but now that she knew hylias power laid inside of her, it felt easier smiling and talking to those who still regarded her as the holy princess.

the morning progressed, and after the whole commotion of early risers seeing the princess out in the open waned- she was almost spooked by the familiar voice calling out to her.

her heart thumped unevenly in her chest- giggling at the way the dog before her wagged his tail so hard his back legs swayed with each swish of its tail, giving him a smile that was only ever reserved for him. no trace of politeness or formality behind it. scrunching her nose at the moniker he gave her.

“good morning, link.” she smiled, scooting over to make room for him.

“or should i say ‘the swords chosen wielder’ since we’re being so formal.” she joked, knowing that formalities were hard to shake- but she liked being just zelda around him. happy enough that talking to her came easier now.

“did you sleep well?” she asked, waiting for him to make his way over to her. knowing that the tug she felt- he did too. knowing that whatever divine power that tied them together would always lead them back to one another.

she guesses that’s why she felt guilty about his role in all of this, wondering if there was nothing that tied him to her- if he would still stay by her side. finding the loss of autonomy unnerving and unfair.

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[odetolove]

His head nods fervently at the exclamation of his brother's name, not knowing what other answer it could be. Even with your confession, he still was so sure his observations were right--a trait of his he prided himself in. He was so sure of everything that he remembered and saw; had he just interpreted it wrong this whole time?

His mind focuses back on the present as you ask the same question he just asked, more so a question for yourself than him. Blood rushes to his ears as he waits for your answer, his hands once again rubbing on his sweatpants--a habit he still kept from volleyball to ensure nothing interferes with the ball.

He takes your slight pause to think back to high school, to all the numerous interactions between you and him. As he recalls, you were always kinder to him than Atsumu; though, he just guessed its cause Atsumu was a little shit, even more so than him. Whenever he did ask for your help, you always dropped whatever you were doing to help him. You would insist that you didn't have anything important and rushed to help him before he could even protest.

And as the memories flood back to him, he even recalls the times Atsumu would tease you both about 'dating' each other. Osamu just assumed his obnoxious twin did it because he knew his crush on you. So, when you would get flustered and wave it off, he thought you were uncomfortable so he had to fight, physically, to make his brother stop. Realizing it now, you probably weren't uncomfortable; you were probably just as flustered as he was.

Maybe he wasn't as observant as he thought he was.

His mind zeroes back into your words, his face heating up before his eyebrows scrunch again. It's not a memory he likes to recall considering what bullshit the third-year spat out. But if he's honest, he can barely recall anything else except for that and Atsumu and Suna pulling him off the bloody and bruised guy. He's a little grateful you only saw the aftermath but still a little shameful for letting his emotions get the better of him. Though, he doesn't regret it; if meant defending you, he'd do it over and over again.

Your compliments warm his cheeks, shifting around in his position. He scratches his neck, unable to meet your eyes once more as he presses his lips together. "I mean ya can say that about anybo--", his words cut off as he absorbs your words. He drops his arm, tilting his head as the look of confusion, and now curiosity, etches onto his face.

"Whatcha mean?" He leans forward as he tries to look at your face, trying to read your expression. He tries to reel in his own thoughts, berating your mind that you could mean something totally else. Right? "How do I handle ya huh?"

--Samu

(NO PLS ILOVE THE PLOT LINES TOO DSFJ I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD THIS TIMESLDKJF)

i could nearly die from embarrassment the second the last sentence leaves my lips. wondering if it was because of my close proximity to him and the habit of actually speaking my mind when i was with him. my eyes widen when he leans closer- body facing me.

ah, well-

i stutter, trying to find a way out of the hole i seemingly dug myself in, thanks to my big mouth. i bring my hand up- tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear, a nervous tick. looking at everywhere but his eyes, knowing that if i did i would crumble under the sight of his kind eyes. my stomach twists with the possibility of him finding the way i think about him gross- but i had already gone this far with telling him the truth. sighing for just a second, i come back just a little braver, back straightening up to look at him too.

yknow, sometimes i get a little mouthy-

my nose scrunches at the times i’ve challenged both him and atsumu, poking jokes at about how much smarter i am than both of them, harmless jokes that come with being friends with someone for so long.

a-and i can be cocky, get an attitude when things don’t go my way… and the fact that i don’t like being told, ‘no.’

i ramble, taking a strand of hair and running my fingers down the length of it absentmindedly- scrunching my nose at the way my attitude sounds spoken out loud. blaming it on the way i had always been coddled and treated like basically a princess by the twins, osamu specifically, knowing deep down that he seldom ever says no.

and when i get like that, i like the way you hold your ground. know you just raise your eyebrows at me and it’s game over.

my cheeks flaming by the time i finish speaking, words growing weaker and weaker. embarrassed by how much i like his doting and yet unforgiving nature. eyes pinned down to his lap- unable to meet his eyes any longer-wondering of what i said was too much, whole body thrumming with want and embarrassment, sitting there before him after i had just said all those things.

it… makes me wonder, things. if you’re like that in different aspects of your life.

i whisper, shrugging, trying to keep things light and easy for my own sanity.

#samuu.love #WHWHWHWBBWAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHGG #im going crazy #immmmmmm GOING INSANE!! YES I AM!!!!!! #i hit post on this and set my phone down and RUN!!!!!!!! #im running away now #favorite.love

[odetolove]

He felt his cheeks warm at your compliment though he should be used to it now as you were always so sweet and kind. The words just carry more weight this time considering the context of the conversation. He's just about to brush it off when you kiss his cheek. He holds his breath as he stills, mouth slightly agape. His skin tingles at the spot where you kissed him, a feeling he wishes to have again, and again, and again, everywhere.

His thoughts spin out of control as he tries to make sense of anything when your next sentence slaps him back to reality. There's no way he heard you right, right? "W-what? What do you mean hada crush on me? I thought-" his brows scrunch together, nothing making sense at the moment. "I thought ya liked Tsumu?"

All three of you were close, there's no doubt about it but to Osamu, you always seemed more comfortable with Atsumu. You always joked a little harder with Atsumu, always laughed a little harder with Atsumu. You just seemed more..free. But with him, you always felt a little more reserved, a little more controlled. He could see the way you sometimes would hold back; it's always just so subtle but he noticed it more as you both grew older. So naturally, he just assumed that meant you liked Tsumu.. but looks like he had gotten it all wrong.

"Why?" The question leaves his mouth before he can stop himself. He turns his body more toward you as he tries to glimpse at your face. "I don't--I don't understand..I thought, it couldn't be me."

-Osamu

my eyebrows furrow at the sound of his confusion- almost sure, up to this point at least, that he had known. atsumu certainly did, his constant jeers and whispers of my pathetic crush on his twin brother always lending fuel for the playful fights we got into.

atsumu?!

i exclaim, thinking back to the cocky man- remembering his inflated ego and albeit valid, high opinions of himself. i sit up, already missing the way his body felt against mine, movie and food long forgotten in favor of looking at him. staring despite the blush on my cheeks and increasing heart beat.

what do you mean, why, osamu?

i question, trying to formulate the thoughts that i had for him, wondering if i could even put into words the way he was always so nice to me. or how he would always ask if i had eaten on days where i had forgotten- if i could tell him that i knew i was sometimes too nice to people and let them step on me and he was always there to stop people from taking advantage of that.

‘samu- it has always been you. who else makes me food when i forget? who else beat up the guy who was bad mouthing me when we were in high school?

i press on, remembering back to the only time he had gotten in trouble for starting a fight outside of his brother- knowing that since then, he was going to be the one i was going to pine for. leaning in closer and closer due to my excitement.

you’re a catch. tall, handsome, nice and funny? how could i not.

sitting back once again, i turn my head to hide the utter embarrassment written all over my face, crossing my arms as i pout.

besides, atsumu wouldn’t be able to handle me the way you do.

#samuu.love #RRRHGGGSHEHEHEHDHDHBRFKDUFDJJD #i had so much to do today i was ITCHINNGGGG TO ANSWER THIS #I CRIED ‼️ GETTING THIS NOTIF #also me sprinkling in random plot lines cause i’m insane over childhood friends to lovers #WARREHHFJFFHBFBFDBJSDHD #favorite.love

[odetolove]

He hums, quickly scanning the movie options before settling on something that looked remotely interesting. He wanted to pay attention and enjoy the movie but the moment you pressed up against him--the warmth of your body radiating off--he knew he would not be paying attention at all. However, he was going to try anyway; he would be able to blame his rapidly beating heart and jumpy behavior on something else other than you.

As you passed him his chopsticks, he mumbles a quiet 'thank you', digging into the food right away to ease his mind. When he's nervous, he tends to eat more, the exact opposite of his brother who tends to eat more when he's stressed instead. Though, he's not sure if he can eat too much with the butterflies in his stomach. He's fine, he thinks. He'll just focus on the movie and not make eye contact; you'll understand right since you both are watching a movie anyway?

Your moan immediately rips him out of his thoughts as he quickly turns to you, eyes widening for a fraction of a second but your sentence coaxes a laugh out of him. He shakes his head, nudging his knee with yours. "If ya keep talkin' like that, ya'll end up soundin' like Tsumu. Then, I'll really leave ya to die without the right nutrition."

He was honestly happy that you both can talk like this again; it has been a while since you both did something together that did not involve the restaurant or without Tsumu or someone else tagging along. Even with the time apart, you still made him feel the same way--his heart about to burst right out of his chest, his palms sweaty, his mind only buzzing with thoughts of you. Maybe you both hung out more, he would be used to it and could control it but that didn't even happen in high school. It was always the same; maybe he was just better at hiding in back then. Though, it could be because of volleyball--

He freezes mid-chew as your questions hits him. He thought you would have let the question die but he should have known better--you were never one to let something go so easily, especially if your interest was piqued. He chews and swallows his food, wiping his hands on his sweatpants, only stealing a few glances. "Well.." he thinks about it for a moment trying to figure out what to say without revealing his true feelings. "Ya got pretty eyes, always the same since we were kids. Um, got nice hair, I know all yer friends were always braiding it. And just-" He pauses, courageously looking at you, his eyes scanning your face. "Any guy, or gal, would be lucky to have ya. I mean, like.. yer personality, yer a good person. And it shows, really well. Outside and inside."

-Osamu

(I feel like he is so ooc, do you think so? im not sure..im sorry i was lamenting about it thats why it took so long TT)

i pout at the mention of him leaving me to die without his cooking- rolling my eyes at the prospect of even being a little bit like his twin brother. i press my shoulder against him once he’s done talking, watching from the corner of my eye as he stills.

barely being able to contain myself, i look in his direction while he talks- watching the way he steals glances, but doesn’t directly face me. eyes glancing down at the spot where he wipes his hands on his sweatpants, wondering if i was pushing too hard with how nervous he suddenly looks.

my eyes widening while i listen on to his words, not knowing he had ever paid that much attention to me. hands subconsciously wandering up to pet a strand of my hair when he mentions it. just barely able to mask my surprise when he finally turns to look at me, cheeks reddening and turning so hot i have to press the back of my hands against them to cool them off.

ah, ‘samu.

i giggle, turning back around to grab the bowl of ramen i had left unattended against the coffee table while he was speaking, trying to hide the way my heart felt like it leaped out of my chest. wondering if this was all because he was always so nice to me,

you’re sweet, you know that?

i murmur, sparing him a glance before moving- not thinking about my actions. i press a kiss to his cheek, having to stretch my body to meet the skin there, settling back down against him even more. tired of wondering if my actions would be taken the wrong way, the worst thing that could happen is that he would tell me to back off.

if you would have told me that in high school, think i would’ve passed out. i had the biggest crush on you.

i giggle, mindlessly saying my thoughts out while my eyes look at the tv- flinching at the sight, turning and pressing my face against him instead. not bothering to let him know that, that same crush has carried over all those years.

ah! why are movies so realistic!

i whine, putting my hand up to block out the scene before me.

#WHAHHEEEHSHSHHDHDU i’m hands on knees rn crying and sCREAMING #I DONT THINK HES TOO OOC I LOVE HIM N HIM BEING A NERVOUS WRECK IS MAKINGME SCREAAAAMMMM #DYING N FREAKING OUT ABOUT HOW SWEET HE IS #I LOve your CHARACTERIZATION OF HIM SO MUCHHH ‼️‼️ HE REALLY FEELSNLIKE AN OLD FRIEND IM CRYING SO HARD #samuu.love #favorite.love

[odetolove]

He clears his throat a little at your question, turning back to the stove to tend towards the eggs even though they were about finished. His voice comes out a little quieter, hoping the sizzling of the food can hide the rapid beating of his heart, "I mean.. ya've always looked good.. like objectively. Cus ya, ya know.."

His words drop off as he tries to think of something else but completely stops short at your next statement. 'Well, it's not a coincidence that I look that way whenever you see me,' leaves him completely at a loss of words, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he plates the eggs. You couldn't mean..surely he's just reading too deeply into it. Before he can ask you what you mean, you ask your question to which he hums, turning off the stove and setting aside the pan. He was a little thankful for the change in topic, needing to ground his mind.

Though, his mind doesn't get a chance to rest at your next set of words. The plates nearly slip out of his grip, his reflexes saving him before his thoughts can catch up. Maybe he needs to stop drinking coffee after 4 pm as Tsumu suggested; it's definitely not helping him right now as he hears his heartbeat drumming in his ears. You've both cuddled before, why was it catching him off guard? He can do this, it's no big deal. What's the worst that can happen?

Taking a deep breath, he tries to keep calm and pretend like it's any other day hanging out with his beautiful best friend. He smiles, nodding towards the drawers, "Sure thing, just grab the chopsticks and I'll set everythin' up, alright?"

He heads over to the couch, placing the plates on the coffee table as he berates himself for sounding way too formal. He needs to get a grip before you notice anything, fixing cushions for you both to sit on comfortably on the floor. His hand reaches for the remote, turning on the TV to calm his nerves. "Anythin' ya wanted to watch?"

-Osamu

(I'm so rusty, im sorry, i just kept going hh.. hope this is not too OOC, ill get back into the groove soon </3)

i arch my eyebrow, smile still playing on my lips with the way he seems to be fumbling for words- my own blush settling warmly on my cheeks while i swing my legs. humming after his words- blissfully playing dumb, wondering how much more i could get out of him. it wasn’t everyday that he’d show this much embarrassment over complimenting someone, wondering just how serious it was, if it was just because i was his best friend.

but i cut the conversation short- way too excited to watch tv with him and eat noodles, like before he got way too busy. i nod, hopping off the counter and humming while i grab our utensils- walking into the living room way too happy for what just happened. letting myself believe that he liked me the way i did with him.

hmm.

i wonder, sitting next to the spot he fixed on the floor- crossing my legs and watching with glee the food before me.

lets watch a scary movie?

i ask him, looking up at him from my spot- leaning against him when he finally sits down, pretending that my heart isn’t leaping out of my chest with how warm he felt. the smell of rice flour and something entirely him already letting me feel so at home. i pass him the chopsticks i picked out for him, wondering if he could feel how warm i was- or if the slight shake to my hands was visible. turning to grab the bowl off the coffee table and happily digging in. immediately moaning at how good his food always was, even as something as simple as this.

god, ‘samu!

i whine, looking over at him with scrunched eyebrows, a little dramatic for his sake.

you have to stop leaving me without your food for so long, i could die without proper nourishment y’know!

i joke, settling back against him- trying to keep things light even with the way my face is way too warm and the press of my soft body against his sturdy one feels way too good.

what do you mean i objectively look good?

i question, figuring now that we were both settled here- the sound of whatever scary movie he picked being ignored in the background.

#samuu.love #AAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #IM SECONDS AWAY FROM BLOWING UP‼️ #ABSOLELYY READY TO JUST …. CEASE TO EXIST #im so sorry i answered this so fast… i might be a little insane !!! #favorite.love

[odetolove]

your lingered gazes hadn’t gone unnoticed by yae, especially on her tits. she decided not to say anything, a small smile on her lips. she sat up on the bed, sitting on her knees for better access to your suitcase. upon hearing your last statement, she glanced to the small pocket, waiting until she was sure you were in the bathroom. she unzipped the pocket immediately, not even bothering with the other things. she’s not shocked to find herself pulling out a vibrator, setting it on top of whatever article of clothing was on top of the clothes. she couldn’t help but wonder how many times you’d held that against your little clit and squirted because of it. she also pulled out some pretty frilly lingerie, deciding she should save the rest for later. she wouldn’t want you to find out she’d been snooping around, would she?

yae puts the vibrator back, zipping it up. she gets off of the bed, pulling down her pretty laced panties. she stuffed them back into her suitcase, pulling her skirt up high, making sure that she was on display. she opens a drawer in the lower part of the dresser, grabbing some of your clothes and bending over to put them in, pretending to be organizing them until you walk back in.

yae m.

i hurriedly placed everything away, knowing she would probably only half ways listen /at best/ but finding myself like that about her anyways- a tiny part of me hoping she would find what i had packed away in case i needed it. but i was quick to place my hair products and makeup and skin care items away, trying to calm down my frantic heart- knowing this was going to be a long vacation with being so close to her, almost slipping up already with how i openly stared at her.

i find myself humming absentmindedly while i walked back into the room, all sound stopped in my throat when i see her. a singular gasp leaving me while my eyes roam up from her legs to the apex between her thighs- seeing her skirt risen up over the curve of her ass, cunt peaking from between the softness there, my own knees immediately feeling weak at the sight. i try and play the gasp off with a mumbled excuse of,

ow, i-i stubbed my toe.

but it didn’t help anyways, wanting so desperately to touch her- wondering if she was unaware or if this was just another game of hers. but i sat on the bed anyways, squeezing my thighs together beneath the sun dress i had worn, embarrassed at how wet i already was with just a glance of her pussy.

thanks for helping yae.

i tell her, feeling weak. placing my hands against my cheeks to cool down the redness there.

#miko.love #JESUS CHRIST #MYDD DHDSBSISKAKSJSUDJHSJDFIHDKESIUZJFJSHEDJ #IM BASICALLY PANTINGGG INCANTJJSHSHSH #favorite.love

[odetolove]

“good girl.” he praises, standing up off of the bench, making sure to keep his cock in your mouth. he gives an experimental roll of his hips against your mouth, just in case you really couldn’t take more. “is this okay?” he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you, so he wants to make sure.

diluc moves one hand to your cheek, keeping his gaze locked on the where your lips wrap around his cock. he reaches down, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on the blouse you’re wearing, finger sliding past the cup of your bra to toy with your nipple, pinching at it and pulling on it while he awaits your answer.

diluc r.

the praise has my jaw going slack, nearly choking with the whine that leaves me at hearing it- tears already forming in my eyes thanks to just that. i could only follow his gaze when he stands up, leaning into his touch once his hand comes down against my cheek.

my own hands moving to lay against his thighs- waiting for him to fuck my face with eagerness, not wanting to take his cock out of my mouth i simply hum, trying on my own to take more of his length while his hand plays with my chest, squeezing my thighs together to soothe the throbbing there, shamelessly rolling my hips to try and make myself feel good too.

#diluc.love #SCREAMS AND PASSES OUT #AAAWWAHAHSHSHSHISHSJSSUSHHSKSSIDJKCFHRHSJUXHDJSIDJDKFURHSHWUZHXBDMSISHDBEUDDUHD #good girl… i’m DIZYY #favorite.love

[odetolove]

yae nudges you with her shoulder, noticing the tint of red on your cheeks. she smiles to herself, picking up her luggages as well. “fine,” she says jokingly, lugging her suitcases up the stairs. she pushed the door open, setting her suitcases on the right side of the bed. she dug through her tote bag for her necessities, such as a phone charger, which she plugged in immediately, her sunglasses, her water bottle, which she set on the nightstand, her wallet, and tons of other miscellaneous items.

“isn’t this view amazing?” she asks, glancing over to you, and then the amazing view, which they could see just fine considering the large window. she opened one of her suitcases, which contained her beach bag, swimsuits, and beach towels, as well as sunscreen. she set the suitcase back down after grabbing the mesh bag that had all of her shower supplies, pushing the door to the bathroom open and setting it up in the shower. “what do you suppose we should do first?” she questions, laying down across the expanse of the bed.

yae m.

my eyes immediately look at the view, agreeing with what she’s saying, happy to be able to take some time off and especially happy to be spending so much time so close to her, knowing that i could have never mustered up the courage to ask for a room with her.

i could only watch with silent amusement while she already made herself comfortable, figuring i could take whatever space she wasn’t occupying- waiting until she lays down to join her, sighing and turning my head to look at her.

we could go down to the beach, it’s not too late.

i mumble, stretching with a pleased sigh, finally able to stretch after the car ride.

or we can go and see what everyone else is up to… although a nap sounds pretty nice too, what’re you thinking, yae?

#miko.love #WAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHDHDBDUDJDDNSODMXHXH #sjsjshdifisushhdixdhhsksixjdj #im ok :’) #favorite.love