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just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader)

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different”

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand.

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good.

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade.

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh.

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”.

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier.

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was.

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw.

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise.

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.”

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?”

His lips are so close to your ear.

“You.”

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer.

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?”

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent.

“Don’t challenge me.”

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily.

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door.

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before.

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity?

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous.

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up.

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them.

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face.

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again.

“Fuck you,” you hiss.

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily.

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths.

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time.

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach.

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit.

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst.

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy.

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble.

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again.

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge.

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm.

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him.

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else.

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him.

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you.

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock.

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction.

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead.

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that.

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse.

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little.

“You’re getting tighter.”

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s.

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.”

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation.

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone.

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable.

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded.

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length.

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening.

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again.

“P - please, it’s s-so good.”

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.”

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible.

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again.

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that.

“You okay?”

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for.

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up.

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Haikyuu bottoms

Y’all really feeding me this week with subby boy head cannons I’m here for it.

Tsukishima, Bokuto, Oikawa, Goshiki

Tsukishima

-I see a lot of hard dom headcanons for tsuki, which is fine, but I think it would be a shame to waste all of the brat energy this boy has

-Yes he is tall and strong and mean

-but there is nothing more satisfying then seeing hm broken

- imagine him crying and shaking promissing to be a good boy for you

-Imagine him begging you to go slower while you pound his ass

-imagine edgeing him over and over agian until his cock is throbing and aching and he’s swearing up and down that he will do anything you want if you just let him cum

-Now that’s some good fucking food

-Tsuki is a brat and just doesn’t know it, He thinks he should be incharge in the bedroom cus well, he’s the man

-but you aren’t having none of that shit.

-He gets very frustrated when you have him tied to the bed and won’t listen to what he’s telling you to do

-but when he finally lets go? lets you bring him to pleasure the way you want to?

-Its a whole new world and Tuskishima doesn’t want to ever bother topping agin.

-Not that he lets you know that lmao

-you’re going to have to work for it every single time but tbh that’s part of the fun

-when you ask to peg him you get a very Tsukishima response

- “oh? you think you can?”

-which is his way of saying yes please mommy

-He keeps on insisting that you would be a shitty top with a weak stroke game

-jokes on him when the strap comes in the mail

-He ends up coming like seven times lmao you know how to overstim this bitch

-Slowly you pull back before sinking the toy back inside of him, the tight ring of muscle giving way under your thrusts.

-“So, still think I can’t top for shit?”

-”F-Fuck off,”

-His face is so red and He’s clutching your hand while you fuck him, needing that small bit of comfort.

-”that’s not very nice Kei, you know bad boys don’t get to cum”

-you angel your hips, nuding the silcone cockhead against his prostate and suddenly he's screaming, not caring who hears

-”I’m Sorry! it feels so good, so good Mommy please let me cum”

-theres already a mess of sweat and semen on his stoumach but his cock is so hard you can tell he needs anouther release and really who are you to deny him?

-Idk it just feels like he’s waisted as a top.

Oikawa

-Again I see a lot of hard dom Oikawa stuff and like.... In what fucking world.

-look at him and tell me he’s a top, you can’t

-anyways Oikawa likes it when you step on his throat and spit in his mouth.

-brake his nose and lick up the blood

-He likes being your little bunny slut and will wear the ears and tail for you

-Oikawa thinks he’s a brat and in day to day life he sure is a little shit

-But the second you hit him with the good old “what the fuck did you just say to me?”

-it all crumbles and he’s back to being a soft sub following your rules to the letter

-He’s also very open about liking things up his ass

-Usally it’s his cute little tail plug but he’s not afraid to switch it up

-vibrators, anal beeds, fingers you name it

-ooo fun date idea: Make him masterbate for you, one hand around his cock the other three knucles deep in his ass

-very cute uwu

- So anyways he doesn’t have a problem with pegging

-in fact he probably brought it up

-and by brought it up I mean whined that he didn’t feel full enough with his old toys and wanted something new

-He gets into it

-makes eye contact while you while he drools on the strap his hands gripping your thighs.

- I should have brought it up sooner but he’s a LOUD bitch especally when you start fucking him

- “Oh fuck Mommy please go faster” He moans backing his hips up

-you spank him and scoff

- “slow down you slut you’re going to hurt yourself,”

-He barley let you streach him out before sliding the toy inside of him he’s just so desprate for you to fuck him

- “S-Sorry It just feels so good,”

-he in fact is not sorry. not even a little bit and keeps fucking himself against your hips

-You have to pin him down to the bed to make him stop

-He doesn’t mean to be disobedent he’s just needy

-Don’t think that he’s going to be satisfied once you start moving either

-Your slutty little bunny stays greedy always begging you for more.

Bokuto

-do I think Bokuto is a bottom? not really.

-Do I want to peg him? yeah <3

-I mean how could you not? look at that ass

-Another one who thinks he has to top because he’s the guy

-Big Service top energy, where you’re technaclly ordering him around but he’s doing all the work.

- At the end of the day he’s just a giant puppy who lives to please

-He will go along with anything you want to do

-A personal favorate bottom move of his is when you ride his face

-He hooks his arms around your thighs and keeps you locked against his mouth while he drowns in your pussy

-you know that video of a cow dunking his whole head in a bucket of milk? boktou with your pussy

-all this to say he almost doesn’t even notice when you start domming him

-Not until someone asks who wears the pants in the relationship

-At first he’s like “me obviously” then he remebers that you lead him around on a leash lastnight while he begged you to let him eat you out so like...

-MAYBE he’s a bottom

- but only for you tho >:(

-It’s kind of the same way with Pegging

-you just slowly start working your fingers inside of him during sex then toys

-then you’re lubing up the strap of the first time and he’s like ????

-How the fuck did I get here?

-Not that he’s complaining...

-It feels so good wheny ou fuck him and that’s what sex is about right? making eachother feel good right?

- “Can I have a kiss?” he asked sweetly his arms wrapped around the back of your neck

-He was on his back and you pressing his thighs to his chest while you steadily pumped your cock inside of him

- “of course baby,” you lean down and let him claim your mouth

-He’s always so passionate when he kisses you, theres also so much tounge as Bokutou tries to show how much he loves you with just kisses

-You reach between your bodies and start pumping his cock and almost instantly he cums.

- “F-Fuck babe I’m sorry It just felt good,” he whinned

-but you assure him that it’s fine and he asks “so that means we can keep going right?”

-”of course baby”

Goshiki

- please I love him so much

-He likes kissing

-He likes it when you suck on his tounge and pull him in your lap

- and when you start touching him.

-Touching his hair and his chest, and the back of his neck

-He likes it when you’re making out and you take his hand and guide it to your wet pussy so he knows it’s okay to start petting your wet cunt

-He really has no choice but to start humping your leg when you makeout with him

-You like kissing Goshiki too

-He gets so lost in it that the moment he starts dragging his hips back anf forth along your leg you know how it will end

-It ends with him cumming in his pants

-You live to humiliate him and he looks so perfect when he realizes that he just made a mess right infront of you

-so embaressed, so cute

-of course he lets you take off his pants and underwear so you can wash them for him

-then he’s just standing there awkwardly covering himself with his hands

-what? it’s not like you have clothes for him

-unless he wants to put on a pair of your lacy black panties and a skirt of yours...

-Goshiki is a follower in the bedroom

-if you push his face into your pussy he’ll eat you out no questions asked

-and if you say you want to peg him... well

-He will enthusastically agree then ask you what the fuck pegging is

-and when you explained what it was he’ll hestiantly go along with it

-After all he trusts you, you wouldn’t hurt him... right?

- “you’re taking it so well Gosh, I’m so proud of you,” you purred kissing his neck.

-His chest swells, this is really all he wants, for you to be proud of him.

- “does it feel good?” you ask and he nods

- “yes It feels really good, please keep going I can take more,”

-”are you sure babe?” your lips still trailing over his neck

- he needs more, more of your cock more of your praise more of your kisses

- “Okay baby I’ll give you some more, you’re doing so well,”

#oikawa x reader #imagine oikawa #toru oikawa #oikawa x reader smut #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima x reader smut #goshiki x reader #goshiki x you #goshiki imagine #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#Bokuto x reader #imagine bokuto #bokuto x reader smut

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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So we meet again part 2

since a few of you guys wanted a part 2 i thought i would give it a go, hope you enjoy. I wanted to do a mix between past and present so i’ve stated which parts are the past etc also there’ll be a part 3 which will be the finale, I’ll write that soon 💜

pairings: Poppy x Bea

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @alleycat97 @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @iamsimpforpoppy @alexlabhont @thedaft1 @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings

wordcount: 3.4k

slightly NSFW also there might be swearing, i can’t remember tbh (it’s like 2am rn im sorry)

also part 1 is here in case you need a refresher💜

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Bea and Poppy roll around in the bed, playfully, as Bea peppers kisses all over Poppy’s body, while pressing her body into the mattress.

“Bea that tickles.”

“Really?” Bea removes her hands from Poppy’s wrists and begins tickling her sides.

“Please..stop..” Poppy says in between giggles and huffs. Eventually Bea moves her hands and is met with a pillow smashing into her face.

“OW!” Bea cries out, as she rubs her face, a hint of a smile ghosts on her face.

“I told you I hate being tickled,” Poppy huffs, expertly hiding her smile as Bea continues rubbing her face. “I’m sorry. Want me to kiss it better?” Bea pouts, nodding her head as she inches forward puckering her lips. Poppy rolls her eyes, placing a chaste kiss on Bea’s lips and just as she pulls away, Bea crashes her lips back into hers, eliciting a moan from the strawberry blonde.

“That’s a kiss,” Bea teases, in retort Poppy playfully shoves her before leaning against the headboard. Bea lays her head on the pillow, shifting her body to face her girlfriend. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“You’ll ask even if I say no,” Poppy jests.

Bea leans up on her elbows, her expression sobering, “look Pops, these last two months have been amazing but I want to take you out on a real date.”

Poppy groans, “not this again Bea.”

“Hey, hey, let me finish,” Bea says pleadingly, Poppy rubs her temples, her silence indicating for Bea to continue, “I like what we have right now, just chilling and making out and stuff but I want to take you out on a real date. Somewhere public where I can show you off and make random strangers jealous of me because I’m dating the prettiest girl ever. All of this sneaking around is just reminding me of college.”

*Flashback*

As Bea climbs through Poppy’s window, her leg gets caught in the curtains and she tumbles onto the floor, as the items on Poppy’s desk, plummet to the ground.

“God damn it Farmsville, why not alert the entire sorority of your presence?”

“Geez, it was an accident,” Bea dusts herself off, before picking up the fallen items and placing them back. “So what the hell is so urgent that you have me in your room at 1am and why couldn’t I go through the front door?”

“Ew, don’t say it like that.” Poppy scrunches her nose up in disgust, “it’s not like that.”

“So why am I here?”

“You’re number 1 at Belvoire now, think of this as my final consultation before you officially become queen.”

“I was named queen the second they gave me the award, and I certainly don’t need any advice you have to offer.”

Poppy visibly becomes irritated, her face etches into a scowl, “remember that I ruled this school for 3 years, and judging by recent events like your little plight with Kingsley, you’ve already got some enemies. Remember heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “don’t worry I have a plan.” Poppy raises an eyebrow, intrigued, “I’ll do the opposite of everything you did. I won’t backstab my friends, I won’t be a bitch to everyone and I’ll treat everyone with kindness and respect.”

“Don’t forget Hughes, it was exactly that kind of subterfuge that got you in my spot in the first place.”

“No, it helped me get into the top 15 I’ll admit, but everything else was careful strategy and just being a decent human being. You would be surprised how many people were desperate for your reign of tyranny to end.”

Poppy huffs, “funny how you act like people hate me so much when they would do anything just for a fraction of my attention.” Poppy takes a step forward, a sneer expression on her face.

Bea snorts, “get off your high horse.”

“Eurgh no farm jokes.”

“I- I’m not going to even comment. So is that all you wanted or was there something else?”

“What else do you think I want?”

“I thought this was going to be about what happened at the fountain.” Poppy freezes for a split second, a blush creeping up on her cheeks, her mouth hangs open but no words come out. “Oh come on Pops, don’t act like you haven’t thought about what happened at least once or twice over the summer,” Bea flashes a smug grin which seems to bring Poppy back to reality.

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re giving yourself too much credit, that kiss was mediocre at best.”

Bea raises an eyebrow, “liar.” Bea takes a step forward, “That kiss was mind-blowingly good. So good that on the first day back at Belvoire, you needed to make up a dumb excuse for me to sneak up to your room at 1am.” Poppy presses her lips together in a thin line, her eyes carefully roam Bea’s, waiting. Without any hesitation, Bea places her hands on Poppy’s hips, pulling her close to her as she presses her lips against Poppy’s, desire instantly building between the two of them.

Poppy feels her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as Bea peppers kisses on her neck, and has to stifle a moan when Bea runs her tongue over her jaw.

“Bea…stop with the foreplay.” Poppy feels Bea’s lips quirk up against her neck, but Bea continues kissing her neck, only frustrating Poppy more. “God Farmsville,” Poppy growls, she pushes Bea away from her and pulls her towards her bed, before straddling her lap.

“Taking charge?”

“I always take charge,” Poppy retorts, her lips ghosting around Bea’s until she playfully bites Bea’s bottom lip before sucking on it. “But I’m feeling nice today,” Poppy runs her forefinger down Bea’s body, evoking goosebumps, “so maybe I’ll let you be in control, just this once.”

“So you’re planning on doing this again?” Bea teases as her lips quirk up into a wide grin as she flips their positions, pushing the strawberry blonde deep into her mattress, already locked in a passionate embrace before Poppy can retort. Bea places her hands around Poppy’s wrists placing her above her head, her eyes piercing into Poppy’s as she does so, in an attempt to demonstrate her dominance. Just as she leans in for another kiss, a loud series of knocks breaks them apart.

“Hey P, you up?” Veronica’s voice rings through the room.

Poppy silently motions for Bea to leave as she erratically flaps her arms towards the window. Bea wordlessly runs to the window and just as she’s about to climb out Poppy whispers, “don’t tell anyone about this, now hurry up.”

*Present*

Poppy averts her gaze from Bea, a guilty look on her face, “I’m sorry but college was different. I wasn’t ready for the world to know about us, I mean I barely understood what I felt for you.”

Bea stares at Poppy with a hopeful look in her eyes, “but now you do.” She takes one of Poppy’s hands in hers, “look there’s no expectation to be super fancy, we can do something lowkey, just so we get a feel of being out together in public.”

Poppy sighs, “fine.” Bea’s face lights up and Poppy can’t help but feel the butterflies in her stomach, “so where were you thinking?”

“I was thinking we would go to my restaurant.”

“Digne d'une reine? That’s kinda high maintenance no?”

“No, I meant Farmsville. I think it’s time for you to see the restaurant which you inspired.”

Poppy bites her bottom lip, unable to stop herself from smiling, “okay.”

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A few weeks later, Poppy and Bea finally find the time out of their busy schedules to have their first date. As Bea leads Poppy into the small diner, Poppy stands awkwardly to the side as Bea leads her into one of the booths in the back. Poppy’s gaze darts around the room, wondering why the restaurant is so busy on a Sunday evening.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Bea calls out to Poppy who looks lost in her own thoughts.

“Yeah, great,” Poppy gives her girlfriend a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, as she nervously darts her gaze around the room, feeling as if all eyes are of them.

Bea senses Poppy’s discomfort and reaches over the table, taking Poppy’s hand in hers, “hey if you wanna go…”

Poppy violently shakes her head no, “no, I said it’s fine Bea.” She pulls her hand out of Bea’s and sits in silence until the waitress approaches the table handing the girls’ a menu each.

“Hey Bea,” the waitress flashes the girl a bright smile, as she stands with a notebook in her hand.

“Hey Cecila, how’s it going today?”

“Not bad, it’s been kinda busy, but we miss seeing your face around here.”

Bea lets out a small chuckle, “Don’t worry I’ll be back next week for a bit. I’m just glad we have you looking out for this place here otherwise it would’ve gone down in flames, literally. Jerry would’ve accidentally set fire to the kitchen if it wasn’t for you.”

The waitress lets out a boisterous laugh, causing Poppy to furrow her brows as she reaches over, possessively interlacing her hand with Bea’s. “Hmm, funny.” The women stop laughing and look over to see Poppy’s unimpressed face. Bea expertly hides her smirk as she realises what’s going on.

“Cecila,” Bea clears her throat, “this is Poppy-”

“The girlfriend,” Poppy interjects.

Cecilia gives Poppy a bright smile, “I was wondering when I was going to meet you! Bea would not stop talking our ears off about you.” Cecile playfully pushes Bea shoulder with her hand, “and she told me you were gorgeous but you are even more beautiful in person.”

“Thanks,” Poppy bluntly replies, twirling a strand of her hair.

“Well I’ll come back in a few minutes so y’all can look over the menu in the meantime.” Cecile gives a polite smile before moving to the next table. Once she’s gone, Poppy slips her hand out of Bea’s, but just as she lets go, Bea grabs her wrist pulling it back, a wide grin plastered on her face.

“You’re jealous,” she says matter of factly.

Poppy scoffs, “I don’t do jealousy, shut up.”

Bea smiles, clearly enjoying herself, “yeah you are.” Poppy stares daggers at Bea, a scowl appearing on her face, “you don’t have to worry, I don’t think Cecile’s husband and kid would appreciate her leaving them for me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s super straight, and married.”

“Oh,” a blush appears on Poppy’s face as she looks away embarrassed. The strawberry blonde pulls away her hand as Bea loosens her grip on her wrist.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been jealous.”

Poppy raises an unimpressed eyebrow at her girlfriend, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“Come on, the Christmas party? Don’t tell me you don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

*Flashback*

As the months went on, Bea and Poppy would meet up a couple of times a week for casual sex. They had set some ground rules, they can only meet up in Poppy’s bedroom, no cuddling afterwards, Bea would either have to sneak out through Poppy’s window or through the back door of the sorority if everyone else was asleep, and no feelings could be involved. Poppy had been adamant to Bea about how sex was only a release for her frustrations and for the girl not to read too much into it because it meant nothing. But the Christmas party was just the beginning of the lines starting to blur.

Just as Bea enters the frat house, she takes in the spirited atmosphere of the party, the loud thumping bass music, drumming in her ears as she makes her way over to the drinks station, pouring a drink for her and Zoey.

“It’s really loud!” Bea shouts over the music.

“What?” Zoey replies, as she takes one of the cups from Bea’s hands.

“What?”

“Yeah totally. Hey I’ll catch up with you soon, there’s a super cute girl over there.” Zoey lumbers over to the other side of the room, leaving the girl on her own. For a while she mingles with a few different groups, an obligation for the queen of Belvoire, but when Veronica begins not so subtly flirting with Bea, she can’t help but flirt back, especially when Veronica looks this good.

They standing in the corner of the living room, as Veronica begins whispering into Bea’s ear about the party and how idiotic the football team look while playing strip pong but when Poppy walks through the living room in a skin tight pink dress, all rational thoughts are thrown out of the window for Bea.

As if she can feel the girl’s eyes on her, Poppy swings her hips slightly as she walks past, a glimmer of a smile of her face, as Bea’s eyes follow her until Veronica breaks her out of her reverie.

“You okay?”

Bea deftly glances at Poppy to see her casually talking with Chloe, paying no attention to her, “yeah I’m good. Dance with me?” She holds out her hand which Veronica accepts as Bea leads her into the makeshift dance floor. Veronica presses her body against Bea’s, her hips grinding into Bea’s front, Bea places her hands on Veronica’s hips, only enhancing the friction between them.

Poppy looks over to see Bea and Veronica dancing together as feels a burning sensation in her chest, it wasn’t jealousy, she wouldn’t admit to that but she did not enjoy seeing Veronica rubbing herself all over Bea. She leaves the house pulling up Bea’s contact info and texting the girl to meet her in her room asap.

“I’ll grab us some drinks.” Bea nods as Veronica stalks off towards the drinks table and when she feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, she pulls it out to see a bunch of messages from Poppy saying it’s an emergency. Bea makes her way to the door but Veronica steps in front of her, 2 cups in her hands.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I just have to be somewhere,” Bea darts out of the house, leaving an abandoned Veronica who stands near the front door, confused.

“What’s the emergency?” Bea pants as she runs into Poppy’s room, not bothering to knock, while Poppy is standing near the door and is almost rammed over by Bea. Without a word, Poppy pulls Bea in for a kiss, her hands eagerly hooking around Bea’s neck.

“Hey, wait,” Bea pulls away, anger written in her face, “what the hell Pops, just stop for a second.” Bea slightly pushes the strawberry blonde back, as she looks down on her.

“Just please Farmsville, no talking, just kiss me,” Poppy replies, her tone almost begging, almost.

Bea hesitates slightly, she’s not used to seeing Poppy so desperate, but she gives in. Poppy kisses Bea with urgency, her tongue already tangling with Bea’s, as she moans softly into Bea’s mouth. Bea guides Poppy to the bed, still locked in a kiss as she runs her hands down Poppy’s body, before she moves her hands to her back and begins unzipping her.

“In a hurry Farmsville?”

“As sexy as you look in this dress, you look even hotter without it.” Poppy doesn’t say anything but she gives Bea a smile as Bea’s hands continue wandering all over her body. Bea’s fingers ghost around Poppy’s inner thigh, causing the strawberry blonde to squirm slightly, as her hips rise off the bed.

“Hughes please,” captivated by her pleading, Bea gives her, her thumb begins circling around Poppy’s button as her fingers just tease her entrance.

“Say my name,” Bea whispers in a low gruff voice and unhesitantly, Poppy moans out Bea’s name. Bea pumps her fingers into Poppy, as she kisses her intensely, even after she feels Poppy’s juices all over her fingers, she continues moving against her, letting her ride out her orgasm. Once Poppy slumps down on the bed, Bea places her fingers in her mouth, tasting Poppy’s desire before pulling the strawberry blonde in for one more kiss. Bea remembers the rules and slides off the bed looking for her clothes before Poppy’s soft voice calls out to her.

“Stay.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Stay, it’s late so you might as well stay.”

“That’s not in the rules.”

Poppy becomes irritated as she frowns at Bea, “I was just trying to be nice but whatever, leave if you want.”

Bea knits her eyebrows together, unsure of what to do but against her better instincts she slides back under the covers, while maintaining a safe and wide gap between her and Poppy. “Thanks,” she mumbles out as Poppy just hums in response.

The atmosphere becomes dense with awkwardness, as they lay in the bed together, unfamiliar with this territory. It isn’t until Bea speaks out that the silence is broken.

“Hey can I ask you something?”

Poppy sighs heavily, “even if I say no you’ll still probably ask.”

“Probably.” The girls slip back into silence until Bea turns on her side, facing the strawberry blonde. “Why did you pull me away from the party?”

Poppy shrugs, “I was sexually frustrated and our agreement consists of us letting out those frustrations.”

“But you seemed pretty okay to me, I mean I saw you talking with Chloe and then I was dancing with Veronica and-” Bea falls silent, realisation dawning on her. “You’re jealous.”

“You know what, I changed my mind, get out.”

“Come on, I was just dancing with Veronica, I wasn’t going to sleep with her.”

Poppy glares at Bea as she narrows her eyes, “whatever. I don’t care what you do with her anyway.”

“Sure.”

The girls fall back into an awkward silence until Bea feels sleep creeping up on her. Just as she closes her eyes, she hears Poppy’s voice.

“Bea, you awake?”

“Hmm?” Bea humans quietly.

“You awake?” Poppy whispers.

“Yeah, I am,” she replies, fighting back a yawn, “what’s up?”

“What do you wanna do once college is over?”

Bea purses her lips in thought, “it’s kinda stupid, you’ll laugh.”

“I probably will but tell me anyways.”

Bea lets out a short laugh, “I've always wanted to own a restaurant.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Bea turns over to face Poppy, she can only make out a few of her features in the dark, but she sees Poppy’s big brown doe eyes staring straight into hers, “I’ve found food as my comfort. My family loved to cook, and growing up on a farm meant we were surrounded by fresh ingredients everywhere. My mom actually taught me how to cook and I’ve been using them as guinea pigs to test out new recipes ever since.” Bea can see a smile appearing on Poppy’s face and can’t help but smile back as she reminisces about the past. “So what about you?”

“My fate has already been written out for me. Take over the Min Sinclair business and rule the world basically.”

“Is that it? You’ve never had any other dream?” Poppy shrugs. “Come on, there must be something.”

Poppy sighs, “I like to draw.”

“Really? Do you have anything you can show me?”

“As if Farmsville, it’s private.”

“Fine, it was worth a try.”

The girls fall back into silence, only this time it isn’t awkward, it’s almost refreshing. After that night, their nights weren’t always physical, sometimes they would sit there and talk about everything and nothing, and they shared things even their closest friends didn’t even know about each other.

*Present*

“I was not jealous.”

“Fine, whatever you say.”

As the date continues, Poppy visibly relaxes, enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant as well as the company, as soon she forgets all her earlier doubts and begins truly enjoying herself as she laughs along to Bea’s stupid jokes while telling a few stories and jokes herself. Once Bea pays the bill, after fighting with Poppy for five minutes about wanting to be the perfect gentlewoman, Bea takes Poppy’s hand in hers and leads her to the exit of the restaurant.

“I have a surprise for you.” She gestures to the huge blank wall at the entrance of Farmsville. “Surprise!”

Poppy raises an eyebrow confused, “it’s a blank wall wow,” she says her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well it is for now until,” she twists Poppy around, pulling her back to her front, as she whispers against her neck, “you work your magical artist skills and turn it into something beautiful.”

Poppy gasps as she turns to face Bea, “wait you’re letting me paint it?”

“Yep, even though you didn’t show me any of your work, I know you’ll do something amazing here, I’ll even pay you if you want.”

Poppy shakes her head, pulling Bea in for a long kiss, “you’re the best you know that.”

“Yeah I am pretty awesome.” Poppy grins pulling Bea in for another kiss.

#playchoices #queen b #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #i hope i've done it justice

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

#imo chan imagines #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #the millionaire detective balance: unlimited #fkbu headcanons #fkbu x reader #kambe daisuke #kato haru #kambe daisuke x reader #kato haru x reader #fkbu smut #fkbu fluff #fkbu angst #i love them so much #one does not simply choose between daisuke and haru #both? both is good

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evermoreholland · 3 years

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Wedding Cake Confessions | Tom Holland x Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Tom are best friends who go to bakeries and pretend to be engaged to sample wedding cakes.

Warning(s): super brief mention of periods, fluff

Word Count: 1,042

A/n: Repost

“You know what I’m in the mood for?”

You were sitting on your couch with your feet on the coffee table skimming through a magazine on a late Saturday morning. Your best friend and housemate, Tom, sat right beside you, clicking through channels on the television.

“Please don’t say cake,” Tom said as he clutched his stomach dramatically. You and Tom had been best friends for years and one day he came up with the idea of pretending to be engaged to try free wedding cake samples at local bakeries in London. At first you thought it was crazy, but now you think it’s a fun game you and Tom like to play. You even have an engagement ring to play the part.

“I’m really in the mood, Tommy,” you whined.

“You are never really in the mood for cake, darling.” Tom said as he finally picked a channel to watch. “Did aunt flow pay you a visit?”

“Yes, and shut up.” You dropped your magazine on the coffee table and got up from the couch. You stood directly in front of Tom and crossed your arms in annoyance.

“You really want cake, don’t you?”

“Please,” you begged. You reached your arm out in front of you to get Tom off of the couch. He got up and went to go get his shoes from the den.

“Get your ring, wifey.” Tom joked. You went to your bedroom to get your ring. You picked it out from its special box and placed it on your ring finger. You took a second to admire the ring that rested on your finger. You wondered what it would be like to actually be engaged to Tom. You had been pining over your best friend for years, unsure of how he felt about you.

You have known Tom all of your life. Your families were close and you were destined to be Tom’s friend. He was an amazing friend. He was the greatest friend that you could ever ask for. You hated that. You wanted to be more than that.

“You ready?” Tom asked as he entered your room. You looked at him and smiled. “Yeah.”

He grabbed both of your coats from the rack and held yours open for you to wear. Tom often would do this. He loved helping you put on your coat. There was something so domestic about it that Tom just adored.

Tom drove to the new bakery that the two of you have never been to before. You have been talking about going to this bakery for weeks now. It was funny how you’d go try cake together. There were many times where Tom fed you cake and how you’d smear frosting on his nose. You really loved this man.

You got to the bakery and went in hand-in-hand. You found out during the car ride that Tom had made an appointment to come to the bakery today anyway. He was just teasing you earlier.

“Hi, my name is Julie. How can I help you today?”

“A wedding cake tasting appointment for Holland, please,” Tom said to the sweet lady behind the counter.

“Tom and Y/n?” She asked, looking at her paper with all of the orders and appointments on it.

“Correct.”

“Right this way,” she said as she came out from behind the counter and walked you to the cake tasting room. You both sat down at the table and Julie handed you both a cake menu.

“When did he put a ring on it?” Julie asked you. You and Tom didn’t have a specific story to give each bakery. You made up a different story each time.

“Two months ago. On our two year anniversary,” you replied. You hated lying, but a little white lie never hurt anyone. You were definitely going to stop all of this soon anyway.

“How cute! What flavors were you thinking of trying today?”

“Chocolate hazelnut and red velvet,” you said.

“I’ll be right back with those.” She left the room to get the samples when Tom finally spoke up.

“That’s a new one,” Tom joked.

“We definitely have to stop doing this.”

“Why? You love cake.” Tom said.

“It’s not that. I want this to be real,” you admitted. You can’t believe you just said that. Did you just tell your best friend you want to marry him? Or did you just confess your feelings?

“I’m not sure I understand.” As you were about to respond, Julie came back with the different slices of cake.

“Here you guys go. I also brought a classic vanilla and chocolate cake for you to try. Each cake has vanilla buttercream,” she said as she placed the cakes on the table and an order form.

“Thank you,” you said.

“I’ll leave you both to it. Let me know if you need anything,” she said and walked out.

“What do you mean that you want this to be real?” Tom asked.

“I want us to be real. I like you. A lot.”

“I like you, too. We are best friends.” Maybe that’s all Tom wanted to be. Just friends. But you couldn’t go on keeping your feelings to yourself anymore.

“I want us to be more than friends,” you said. There was no going back anymore. You had finally confessed your true feelings.

“Really?” Tom asked as his eyes lit up. He grabbed his fork and took some red velvet cake and brought his fork close to your mouth.

“What are you doing, Tom?” You asked in confusion.

“Open up,” he said. You opened your mouth and he fed you the cake. You hummed in delight.

“Why are you feeding me?”

“I always feed you cake, silly. I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, too,” you said.

“I had a hunch,” he teased. “C’mon now. Smear frosting on my nose. It’s tradition.” So you did. You smeared a dollop of buttercream on his nose and you both giggled.

“Let’s get out of here, okay?” Tom asked.

“What do you have planned, Holland?”

He grabbed your hand and you both made your way out of the private tasting room, send your regards to the worker, and left the bakery.

“I’m taking you on our first date.”

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General Taglist:

@in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @spideysquackson13 @calltothewild @lieswithoutfairytales

Tom Holland Taglist:

@spideydreamers @geminiparkers @stixnstripesworld

#if this doesn’t work i might cry #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland fluff

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wienerbarnes · 3 years

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The Electrifying Mind Reader (2/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,556

Warnings: not really any major ones tbh

A/N: yay hope yall enjoy!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“No, no, no, this is all wrong.”

Bucky closes the blinds that the young nurse opened for you and rips the socks from Sam’s hands. He approaches where you lay in the hospital bed, unconscious to give your body and heart a break while your system is flooded with IV fluids.

“You don’t know how to put her socks on right; she - she doesn’t like ‘em too tight on her feet. You put ‘em on and you gotta tug on the toes a bit so they fit looser, yeah?” Bucky instructs, not really caring if Sam is paying attention to this lesson of putting socks on your feet.

It’s been six days. Six days since your heart stopped. Six days since Bucky’s CPR probably saved your life, holding you over just until they reached the tower and were able to get you into the MedBay. Six days since they stabilized you and induced you into a coma in fear that your heart would stop again, and also to give you a break from the pain.

It’s also been six days since Bucky’s had a proper shower, too, which Sam is getting really tired of.

It took him three days to even change out of his uniform from the mission; he didn’t want to leave your side.

“Bucky -”

“And as for the blinds, she always likes the room dim. The rest of her may be bright, but she doesn’t like all the lights on and the windows open.” He explains, still holding your feet in his hands, not taking his eyes off of you.

It doesn’t feel like it’s been six days for Bucky. Feels more like six years. Or six seconds. He doesn’t like you like this. Laying in some bed, no color anywhere, tubes sticking out of your nose, eyes closed and not looking back at him.

“Bucky, man, you gotta shower,” Bucky finally looks up at his friend, “Go outside. Touch some grass. I don’t know, but you’re not doing her any good by just sitting here.”

Bucky opens his mouth to disagree, but Sam stops him, “She’s not going to wake up, at least not for now. She’s still induced. They’d need to stop that medication in order to wake her up, which they plan to this afternoon. And even then, it could take her another day or two to wake up naturally.”

Bucky slumps at his explanation.

“And when she does wake up, she’s not going to want to see you like this.”

His hair is greasy, having grown out a bit more over the past couple of months, the circles under his eyes make his face look more his real age, and he can actually smell himself. She wouldn’t want to see you like this.

“I will be back in ten minutes.” He decides, willing to leave your side for a bit in order to clean himself up; clean himself up for you.

Unfortunately for Sam, the nurse returns as soon as Bucky steps out, new syringe in hand.

“Uh, what’s that?” It would be as soon as Bucky leaves that they want to do something to you. They haven’t done anything to you except change your IV bags and now is when they want to change shit up?

“Dr. Cho wants to take her out of her coma. This,” She raises the syringe, “Will help with that. She should wake up either later tonight or tomorrow morning, she’ll be very groggy.”

“Uh, alright.” He replies, not really knowing what else to say, but suddenly regretting convincing Bucky to leave.

It’s fine, she won’t wake up in the next seven minutes while Bucky’s gone.

Except when he only has three more minutes to wait out before Bucky’s return, he hears a soft groan from you. He freezes and looks up at your face, your eyes still closed but eyebrows twisted a bit closer together.

He glances at the clock, panicking. Please, only three more minutes, please.

Eyes force themselves open despite the blinding light and sharp crust around the eyes. Sam watches as your hazy eyes glaze over the room before landing on him, his eyes open wide like he’s looking at a ghost. You move your move a bit but no noise comes out. He can recognize the way you bring your lips together and push out that you’re trying to say something that starts with a B.

“Bucky? You want Bucky?”

“Buuhh,” You breathe out, voice weak from lack of use.

“Uh,” He glances at the clock, one more minute, “He should be here soon, just relax,” He tries, but it seems you take after your boyfriend when it comes to hospital settings.

You reach your uninjured arm to the oxygen tubes in your nose, pulling them away from your face and off your ears, next reaching for the IV in your arm. Sam slaps a hand over yours when you try to tear the tape off. Why would you tell her to relax, you idiot, that’s like the worst possible thing you could’ve told her in this situation!

How did you wake up so fast? He knows you were experimented on years ago and that HYDRA injected you with something while you were captured a few days ago, but are you enhanced like that? Enough for medicine to go through your system that quickly? What the hell did they inject you with?

“Stop -” He starts, reaching for your hands to stop them from pulling at the tubes.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing?!” Bucky’s voice booms into the room.

Sam whips his head over his shoulder to see a freshly showered Bucky, hair still wet and dawned in new clothes, as well as a bundle of more colorful patterns he assumes are for you.

“You’re awake.” Bucky realizes, anger dropping form his face and he completely forgets about what looked like Sam trying to take out your IV.

“I leave for ten minutes and you wake up. You weren’t supposed to wake up until tomorrow and you wake up the first time I leave the room.” He approaches the bed, throat tight as he feels an unbelievable relief at seeing your open eyes.

Your face also softens, no longer frustrated and eager to leave. Your hand leaves from underneath Sam’s and reaches out to Bucky, his metal fingers softly getting a hold of yours, bringing them to his lips to plant a kiss on the top.

He leans in and kisses you on the mouth, too, despite Sam’s presence, despite the cracks and dryness in your lips, despite the fact that you haven’t had any water or toothpaste in your mouth in six days.

Water!

“Let me get you some water, sweetheart, hold on.” Bucky drops your clothes in the chair he’s been sleeping in for six days and walks over to the counter to pour you a small cup of water. Sam realizes that the both of you are very occupied with each other now and takes his opportunity to leave before Bucky remembers the scene he saw when he came in.

I’ll check in later, he thinks, before leaving quietly.

He holds the straw still for you with one hand and gently helps lift your head up with the other, helping you take small sips of water.

“‘M tired,” You whisper, still weak.

“Sleep, my love, you can rest all you want, as long as you promise to wake up.” He brushes a hand along your face, taking in your features, and happy to feel your skin while you’re awake and looking at him now, as opposed to lying in a coma.

“Stay,” You tell him, hand grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer to you, trying to communicate to him that you want him to lie down with you, that you want him close.

Luckily, he takes the hint.

He carefully slides into bed next to you on your good side, making sure nothing bumps your shoulder. It doesn’t take long for you to snuggle into his body and let exhaustion take over once more.

He even sleeps a bit, too. Having you in his arms, feeling your body move with your breathing, slow and steady, instead of the violent shakes he felt a few days ago.

Your heart stopped. He got it started again on the jet, just as they landed and the doctors were able to take it from there. He watched as they rushed you into surgery, needing to work on your heart, brain, shoulder, and any other injuries you may have. All he could do was wait. Couldn’t watch from the viewing room of the OR. Couldn’t ask anyone; they were all in there with you. You were in there for hours. He was sure you died. That you died hours before they came out but they were thinking of how to tell him.

He wasn’t exactly happy with the news that your heart had stopped a second time and that you were in a coma, but you were alive. You were alive.

He’s scared to ask what they did to you. How long you were in that room with them. If you even remember. He didn’t see who in the room with you and there were no cameras anywhere. He doesn’t even know where to start; there were over 500 people at that base.

A lot of things went through his mind while you were asleep. He just thought about you. Your belongings. What you normally eat for your meals. What you normally wear around the tower. How you work out. How you meditate. How you read. He read to you while you were under, but he’s not sure if you were even aware. He talked to you a lot, too. Some of it jokes, some anger that you would have the audacity to almost die. A lot of love. A lot of tears. A lot of hope that you wouldn’t die unless he’s able to put a ring on your finger first.

He hopes you weren’t aware of any of that, looking back.

He closes his eyes and allows himself to relax a bit, dreaming of that ring, a white picket fence, and you.

Your recovery is difficult. Your hands trembled for a few days after waking up, either after effects of electro-shock therapy or just the trauma of being captured by Hydra again.

You couldn’t remember the men that were there with you. You try, and you remember their hands on your skin, holding you down, the flesh and metal merging together in your memories but it all gets blurred. You begin to catch pieces of that day, and like an old movie with the film being burned, holes erupt and all that’s left is blackness.

You knew two of the men were your old handlers, so you can try to narrow those down. But the other soldier. The man with two arms made of metal. You remember him. You don’t know who he is, but you remember him. You feel sorry for the guy, even though he shot you. Who knows what they’ve done to him.

You’ve since left the MedBay and have tried to get back to your routine as quickly and normally as possible. Tried, at least.

You flinch as Bucky brushes past you in the kitchen, muttering an apology to him, not wanting him to think that you’re afraid of him.

One thing you’ve noticed as of late is that you’ve been particularly jumpy. Sensitive. And you hate it. You hate the flinching, the spike in anxiety, the nightmares. The confusion.

“I wanted to show you something.” Bucky tells you, urging you to have a seat while he puts together breakfast for the two of you. He’s been extra protective lately, but you understand why and let him do things for you.

You hum, taking a seat and stirring your coffee slowly. You know Bucky has noticed the depreciation in your energy levels. You’re not bouncing off the walls, you’re not teasing him and Sam, you’re not dressing up cute to watch a movie with him. No colorful nail polish, they removed it in surgery and you haven’t bothered to paint them again. And you know he wants to mention it. But he doesn’t, out of politeness, or maybe out of fear.

Is he scared of you? What did they inject you with?

Your thoughts of that syringe are forgotten when a folded piece of paper is placed in front of you. You unfold it to see your messy handwriting, names after name after name scrawled out with the first few crossed out.

“The list. You kept my list?”

“I did. I promised you I’d complete it didn’t I?”

“You didn’t…” You trailed off, not wanting to believe that Bucky finished your list in secret behind the Avengers’ back.

“I didn’t,” He reassures, “But I thought it might help jog your memory; maybe seeing the names will help you put it to the face of who was there with you.”

It’s a good idea. But it’s not what you want to do.

“Uhm,”

“You don’t have to do anything about it now, it was just a thought to help you.”

“Buck,”

“I also thought we could -”

“Bucky, stop.” You snap.

He looks up at you from the list on the table.

“I know I’m weak now, but,” You begin, he opens his mouth, face dropping, wanting to interject, but you don’t let him, “I need you to stop. I need you to treat me like normal. I know I’m weak now, I know I’m having nightmares again, I know I’m not going on missions for a long while now, I know that I still have no fucking idea what they injected me with and what it’s done to my body, but I need to pretend like I don’t know all of that right now. I want normal.” You explain.

His mouth opens and closes again before giving a small nod of his head. “Okay.” He agrees, taking the list from the table and folding it up again. He walks over to your desk where a lot of his stuff has started taking up space, slipping the piece of paper into a notebook.

“I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself weak again. You’re my girl and you're as tough as fucking nails, okay?” He tells you seriously after turning around.

You scoff sarcastically before returning your attention to your coffee while Bucky finishes in the kitchen.

As he walks back over to you, hands full of two plates towered high with pancakes, you turn to him, “Don’t forget the syrup, babe,” You tell him, raising your hand to gesture towards the fridge.

You feel a surge of power exit from your hand, shooting Bucky with a burst of energy, sending the plates flying out of his hands.

“Woah!” He yelps, certainly not expecting you to do that because you’ve never been able to.

The plates shatter on the ground, the pancakes slapping on the tile, and you freeze completely, hand stilling in the air, not knowing how you did that and scared to move another muscle.

Silence takes over the room and Bucky looks between the mess on the ground and your eyes that have now blown open wide.

“That’s… new.” Is all he can say.

What was in that syringe they injected you with?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #marvel #bucky barnes fan fiction #ooooooooo new power🔓 unlocked

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mysticalphantussy · 3 years

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Obey Me! HHS!AU

an obey me AU where the boys are human going to a regular degular high school? so original lmaooo

TW: mention of sexual harassment between a teacher and a student for Asmo, physical assault(it’s self defense but just in case)

Lucifer

He’s that super smart kid that’s condescending and a bit of an asshole but he’s hot and all the girls and gays love him

He’s the valedictorian. No one even came close to beating him. Not when he’s so well decorated

He’s student council VP, he helps organize all school events, he volunteers, he tutors others, won countless awards for his prowess in chess and chemistry, and takes all AP classes

If you’ve ever seen Ouran High school host club he’s Kyoya

He’s Diavolo’s right hand man and they’ve been friends forever

Gets invited out on weekends by other students and always turns them down because he’s busy

Nobody really understands how he does it. there are rumors that he’s a vampire and doesn’t sleep

Superlative: most likely to succeed

Mammon

He’s the stereotypical class clown.

he’s not as stupid as everyone thinks he is.

He needs more of a challenge because normal classes are too easy but he’s too lazy to take honors or AP because he enjoys having free time

Math is his strongest subject

He’s on the track team, he’s good in all individual events and is the last leg(person?) in the baton race because he’ll make up any time deficits

Nicknamed “the hurricane” because he’s the fastest person on the team and his hair is white

Only when his coach threatens to boot him from the team because of his grades does he get his life together and makes the honor roll. Everyone was shocked

Very competitive. Hates losing and won’t accept anything less than gold

Fashion icon. Pierced ears, leather jacket, combat boots. Surprisingly doesn’t ride a motorcycle. He also lives in his captains jacket on comfier days

Mammon’s always dating either a cheerleader or a football player

He’s a bit of a flirt, but he’s not as bad as someone we know

Superlative: class clown

Levi

WEEB

He’s not that weird kid that’ll Naruto run to his classes but he does wear anime tshirts to school everyday

He is the president of the schools anime club. He gathers his fellow weebs in the auditorium and they watch anime on the projection screen once a week

He’s in theater but he’s too nervous to perform so when play season rolls around he makes the costumes and shocks everyone with how amazing he is

He cosplays and he makes every thing himself, of course he’s amazing

He’s just really good with his hands in general. He’s an amazing artist and sculptor

The art teacher has requested less anime inspired art pieces and sculptures but still encourages him and his passions

His anime club friends mean the world to him

Gym class is mandatory but he sits out because he has “terrible” asthma

Has gotten his phone taken away in class for watching anime instead of paying attention

Superlative: most likely to survive the zombie apocalypse

Satan

He’s #2 behind Lucifer and the gap may be getting smaller due to his efforts

He may or may not have brought a cat to school once or twice

a lot of people think he’s a bit of an asshole, and they’re right

he knows he’s smarter than most and has a tendency to talk down to others... he’s working on that

don’t mention anything good about Lucy around him unless you wanna see him explode

he’s a nerd, 100% eats his lunch in the library

he’s the president of the book club

Don’t fuck with him. He may be a book nerd and a lot of people don’t know about his temper but...

He’s actually quite fit. He’s a boxer, it helps him channel his anger

The foolish people that try to pick on him end up with broken noses if he doesnt hold back.

He also knows to never hit anyone without witnesses so the teachers know the punch was justified

Superlative: most likely to take over the world

Asmo

One of the 2 male cheerleaders

The most flexible out of the entire squad

He’s a Flyer

Has flirted with every one on the squad on numerous occasions

They know he’s a flirt so they know not to take it to heart

He’s dated every football player and basketball player at least twice, except Beel. Not because Asmo didn’t try but because Beel said he looked like a handful 😂

Flirts with teachers too if it means he can get a good grade

He’s a bad student. He spends class time talking to classmates, texting or playing games on his phone

He does the bare minimum to stay on the squad(perfect 2.0GPA 😂)

Senior year, the history teacher enjoyed Asmo’s flirting a lil too much and tried to take it too far... it didn’t turn out well

Cheerleaders are athletes and while Asmo may look weak he’ll fuck you up

He knows that people think he’s weak so he takes martial arts

Not a lot because while he likes guys with big muscles he doesn’t think they suit him

Anyway, he grabbed that teachers hand and lowkey crushed it

That teacher never tried that again and gave Asmo an A all year(no the teacher wasn’t fired. You know how America is with males and sexual harassment, big yikes)

Superlative: biggest flirt and cutest couple with Solomon

Bubzie

Star quarterback on the American football team

Start forward on the basketball team

Strong AF

intimidating to freshman who’ve never seen someone that’s 6’4 and hella muscular

Carries his school stuff in his sports bag and snacks in his backpack

The lunch ladies love him, they give him extra large portions

He really is just a big teddy bear. The freshman usually steer clear but he helps them if they look lost and they realize he’s a nice person. Just tall, and strong

In the hall of fame for most 3-pointers in a single game

Also for the most sacks in football

Pretty good student as long as he’s got a snack so he can focus. When he’s hungry he falls asleep until the bell rings so he can hit up his locker for a snack or run to the vending machine

Will one hundred percent use a bathroom trip as an excuse to go buy something from the vending machine

Superlative: most likely to eat an entire buffet by himself

Belphie

That one emo-kid with the black hair covering one eye, black eyeliner, black shirts and ripped jeans

He’s also known for unintentionally intimidating the freshman

He listens to heavy metal and hates “cookie cutter” pop music

Always asleep in class. Always. Teachers don’t even bother trying to wake him up anymore

Everyone is genuinely shocked that he has all As and aces every test even though he’s always half asleep

He and Beel became friends when Beel was working out in the weight room and Belphie was looking for a place to nap and heard the band Beel was listening to and got excited

He never thought any of the lames at this school would know who SlipKnot was and the rest is history.

Beel makes sure to get Belphie lunch when he fired through the line otherwise he won’t eat

Nobody knew Belphie could smile until he and Beel became friends (my chest 🥰☺️)

If he sees anyone looking at him when smiling he’ll immediately start scowling again

Belphie will nap on the bleachers while Beel practices and then they’ll go get something to eat afterwards

He’d kill you if you ever found out, but he’s never had a real friend and he loves Beel more than anything.

People don’t understand that they’re really just friends, more like brothers tbh. They joke that Beel could be his big tiddy goth gf 😂

Beel knows belphie’s number 1 secret: he’s trained in classical ballet (his leaps are unmatched)

Superlative: most likely to burn the house down and unlikely combo with beel

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me levi #I think I’ll do the undateables soon too

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juiceboxesheadcanons · 3 years

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I finally figured out how to send asks on mobile :D Got any headcanons for how Illumi, Hisoka, (plus gon and Killua if it's not too much trouble) would decorate for Christmas? I just think that would be kinda poggers UwU

YESSSS I DO ACTUALLY! CANT WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS GUYS! I decided to just pin this post until the end of December so if anybody else wants any Christmas headcanons I’ll just add it here and I did put extra characters/headcanons because of that reason and if you want me to add anybody else just send in a request about it! (also dont mind the random juiceboxes I just left them out bc I don’t feel like adding new ones when adding random hc’s.) THANKS SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING! I’ll finish illumi and hisoka later but my food just arrived so I’m gonna go start on that first :)

Hunter x Hunter Christmas Event! This Event Includes The Main 4, The Adult Trio, The Phantom Troupe, The Zoldyck Family, The Freecss Family, And The Minor Characters!

Illumi

🧃 rich kid is gonna be the one with either nothing but a tree or literally is gonna go to the point of fake snow on the stair rails

🧃 it’s either nerf or nothing for this man. either go all out or don’t go at all mf

🧃 he likes Christmas except the fact it’s cold, girlie isn’t a fan of cold weather

🧃 he’ll probably do the jazz with the gingerbread cookies tho :’)

🧃 but yeah his tree’s gonna look like the ones in the movies with like all the height and the little balls with the perfect star on top bc babie is perfect so his tree should be too ✨

🧃 he says he doesn’t want anything but if you actually get him something he’ll be so touched-

🧃 he maybe will take a day off of fuck knows what to spend Christmas with anybody-

🧃 okay we all know he’s spending Christmas with hisoka and we can’t change that

🧃 poor baby he just wants to be held and feel the feeling of warmth again so he is a fan of hot chocolate

🧃 will not go out in the snow but he will go with you or anybody that wants to go outside and play

🧃 he isn’t a fan of dressing up but he’ll take his s/o out on a Christmas date (I will do a mini scenario/hc’s for this if you guys want.)

Hisoka

🧃 I feel if he wasn’t a pedophile or mass murderer they would hire him to work as a mall Santa Claus.

🧃 he’d probably do a color coded thing and the whole house would be that color

🧃 this mf would buy a gift for himself-

🧃 he wouldn’t do anything to his room and the biggest ick about him I have is that he has nothing in his room but a bed, dresser, desk, lamp, and nightstand like only the necessities so he wouldn’t do that much.

🧃 if he had a kid he’d 100% to elf on the shelf until they were like 16 years old and even use his nen ability to secretly make them move so the kid would believe in the magic for a while

🧃 he’s forcing illumi to come over cause he doesn’t want the little shit to be alone and sad on Christmas.

🧃 he got illumi a present

🧃 not a fan of those childish Christmas films but he’s pretty fond of the romance ones tbh

🧃 he literally never ends up under the mistletoe because everybody’s avoiding it so they won’t have to kiss the scary guy-

🧃 he can COOK asf so he’ll def make a feast for him and his s/o or just friends :)

Killua

🧃 he’s gonna be the most fun with all this, he want everything either blue, purple, or white. Literally he hates doing shit and not perfecting it (nikki minaj??)

🧃 he’d be the one to act like a mom saying “stupid I’m not buying that it’s too expensive!” and then you wake up with it under the tree- “you thought you weren’t getting it didn’t you?” I stg he is literally EVERY SINGLE MOTHER ON EARTH and it’s not even funny.

🧃 he wants to go play in the snow and make snow angels but he won’t say anything until you say something

🧃 hc that his ears and nose turn kinda red when it’s cold

🧃 he’s literally cooking a red velvet cake and there is no point in stopping him

🧃 he probably isn’t a morning christmas guy, he’s all for around 11-12 gifts so then you guys can bake cookies and play in the snow a ton because you got some energy stored up

🧃 this mf wants chocolate robots for Christmas and probably at one point in his life asked Santa for a new family but he didn’t deliver ig. (Illumi probably wrote him a fake Santa note saying that his family was better than everybody else’s.)

🧃 his parents forced him to go sing those fucking Christmas songs when they know damn well those kids sound ratchet.

🧃 he ALWAYS ends up under the mistletoe with somebody. Even if it’s unintentional it always happens.

🧃 a giant fan of wreaths for some reason? He puts one on every door.

Gon

🧃 his favorite holiday is Christmas so ohhh boy this is gonna be magical-

🧃 red green and white colors. you cannot change his mind literally that is what colors are in his head as soon as he hears the word Christmas.

🧃 the tree’s gonna be HUGE and he’s gonna want to decorate every room in the house. The bathroom, your room, his room, and yes he is that one neighbor with the fucking big ass lights outside-

🧃 he is a firm Santa believer he doesn’t take criticism.

🧃 literally is going to wake everybody up at 6 fucking am to open gifts and everybody is gonna do it because can we really resist his pouty face? no.

🧃 the joy on his face opening any gifts make it a fucking can of baked beans makes it all worth losing about 3-4 hours of sleep :,)

🧃 he probably wants toys for Christmas, I get he’s 14 but hxh doesn’t exactly have too much social media so he wouldn’t be trying to grow up too fast

🧃 he would get matching sleepwear for everybody except for some fucking reason it actually will look cute and he won’t just settle for a ugly ass tight suffocating elf sweater.

🧃 he believes Christmas is about spending time with your family and probably donated his old toys to a center so kids who didn’t have toys got some :)

🧃 he’s gonna make sure everybody has a good time, like every single person. it’s a main protagonist thing I guess but I mean I applaud him for it.

🧃 doesn’t quite ever end up under the mistletoe with anybody but if he happened to he’d giggle and kiss their cheek in a friendly way.

Leorio

🧃 he’s gonna reuse the same fucking plastic wrinkled tree he’s been using for 12 years because the tree prices are “insane” even on sale.

🧃 he would be the one a Walmart ringing the little bell and forcing kurapika to sing with him because he needs the money.

🧃 his house is the one with rainbow colored little balls and it’s so ghetto but at the same time adorable

🧃 he is literally that one neighbor who gets the most snow and it’s the snow that’s basically ice and will take around 6 good days to shovel up.

🧃 maybe wont shovel out the snow too early because he wants killua and gon to have fun.

🧃 he wants money for Christmas and nothing more, but kurapika tells him money isn’t a real gift and to ask for something else

🧃 even not being a morning person, he LIVES for morning Christmas.

🧃 probably eats snow.

🧃 he would try to cook and it might work actually

🧃 miss girl is plopped right down right next to gon watching elf on the shelf movies

🧃 he wears the Santa hat and is lowkey twinning with kurapika-

Kurapika

🧃 this bitch is gonna make you wait all fucking day to open gifts 😀

🧃 he thinks afternoon/nigh Christmas is the best. On Christmas eve he would literally sit down and watch movies with killua and gon for exactly 2 hours while leorio waits outside because kurapika wants him to sound like there’s somebody on the roof and kurapika can put the two children to bed and get a break for the rest of the night to finish gift wrapping and food making

🧃 hella good at wrapping gifts- commercial wrapping mf.

🧃 he thinks a white color coded Christmas looks best

🧃 he’d give killua and gon like 150$ to buy Christmas stuff for their rooms and that’s lowkey just him trying his best he doesn’t know what the fuck else to do he isn’t a mom-

🧃 he might teach the other 3 traditional kurta songs his clan and him sung on Christmas.

🧃 he’s twinning with leorio cause he got the reindeer ears I mean get it ig-

🧃 leorio is BEGGING kurapika to let him get a couple of drinks and kurapika’s like “YOURE GONNA STAY SOBER AND YOURE GONNA LIKE IT BITCH.”

🧃 he may or may not boys whatever they asked for and accidently on purpose use leorio’s credit card-

🧃 he just wants everybody to be happy, but can we blame him? it’s Christmas why wouldn’t he?

🧃 okay all wholesomeness aside he’s making leorio shovel the driveway.

Chrollo

🧃 he thinks this is like a romance thing

🧃 he’ll probably steal a gift or 2 for you ya know

🧃 I feel he’s the mf to have a black Christmas tree or a white one theres no in between

🧃 cookies are a yes

🧃 just go watch a classic romance movie one with him, it’ll give ya clear skin ma

🧃 he won’t decorate outside but inside will look magical asf

🧃 I think personally he’d wear a santa hat

🧃 probably would make a big phat juicy meal just for the two of you and he’d get gifts for the troupe if they cared about celebration

🧃 I feel the troupe isn’t big on that holiday stuff but if you felt like celebrating with him he’d be over the moon

🧃 he got that big tree though for no reason, he also takes the tree down the day after Christmas

🧃 Probably would give you a gift everyday leading up to christmas

Feitan

🧃 He probably was forced to sing carols and ring the bell on christmas as a kid-

🧃 he doesn’t really care much and won’t care to decorate but may or may not get you gifts

🧃 if you get him something he’ll have a small smile behind his mask

🧃 he doesn’t wanna be in the cold just make some hot chocolate and watch a movie with him jeez

🧃 probably will wear reindeer horns if you insist

🧃 his favorite holiday is halloween but christmas is nice I guess

🧃 he probably would spend his entire day if he didn’t have a s/o with shalnark seeing who could figure out the christmas word find fastest

🧃 he’s gonna just see if theres anything he could steal for anybody

🧃 doesn’t bother with snow at all if there is snow he just doesn’t care to go outside when we got a perfectly nice house

🧃 firm believer in christmas isn’t about family it’s about gifts

🧃 he’s gonna get you something expensive though

Alluka

🧃 alluka the sweet princess is literally the neighbor that has the biggest brightest lights

🧃 she probably had her big brother killua come help her

🧃 her christmas tree is pink and white, and she decorated every square foot of her house

🧃 Christmas is her favorite holiday :)

🧃 she get’s everybody gifts and for christmas she wants some toys maybe to go shopping or something

🧃 snow angels are a must 100%

🧃 firm santa believer doesn’t take criticism.

🧃 she’s gonna be so happy just to spend time with people honestly even if nanika comes out she’s just gonna be happy

🧃 her gingerbread houses look absolutely amazing like please become a house builder sis-

🧃 she’s wearing matching sleepwear with killua and gon, probably doing a elf santa and reindeer theme which is adorable

🧃 this is the best day of her life and I’m living for it.

machi

🧃 This bitch is not a fan of anything

🧃 she want’s to paint those little christmas ball things and yeah

🧃 probably says she doesn’t want anything but some jewels or bracelets would be nice

🧃 also isn’t a fan of snow but her house doesn’t get much to be honest

🧃 for the troupe she gives them like some bakery idem she made because why not that’s her family after all

🧃 probably wears fluffy socks on christmas and they’re like really adorable she just doesn’t realize it

🧃 she probably got something extra for shizuku idk I head canon them to be friends :)

🧃 she wont steal anything probably will buy or make it

🧃 omg machi stitching little christmas sweaters and socks omg that’s the highlight of my mother fucking day

🧃 her house if she decorates, is red and white.

Pakunoda

🧃 omg this beautiful woman I love so much

🧃 her house is white and blue and it’s all pretty

🧃 she has lights and stuff but doesn’t like overdo it or anything because she isn’t that jolly but might decorate a tree or two

🧃 she donates to animal shelters on christmas and literally it’s so cute

🧃 will probably get the troupe something specific that fits them or that they like because she isn’t trying to get somebody useless shit

🧃 for her s/o she’ll go out in the snow with them if they’d want

🧃 she buys the best gifts like that one aunt you don’t wanna give kisses but they always come through except we do wanna kiss her asf

🧃 she’ll wear machis socks that machi made her :,)

🧃 probably is the best person to have on christmas because just look at her

🧃 cuddles are everything just let’s just hug her while she watching a movie yes

Shalnark

🧃

Phinks

🧃

Uvo

🧃

Shizuku

🧃

Mito

🧃 yes

🧃 she thinks christmas is all about family

🧃 def an adult who says that they don’t want anything

🧃 she loves gons little handmade gifts or cards though

🧃 she decorates the house whatever way gon would want to cause you know he’s the only kid in the house

🧃 so basically her family has like a huge feast and everything and the food slaps

🧃 she makes gon wear this adorable sleepwear thing cause she thinks its cute

🧃 won’t let gon near any gifts before christmas

🧃 she’ll bundle gon up like a burrito if he wants to play in the snow which is adorable

🧃 she’s the mom like “you thought you wasn’t gonna get that huh? oh you welcome baby.”

Kalluto

🧃 this small little boy omg

🧃 he loves christmas but nobody really pays attention to him so he’s a little sad

🧃 with the troupe if they get him something he’ll be so excited but you won’t be able to tell :(

🧃 he’ll give people stuff because to him this is probably the most spirt he gets

🧃 he might just go sit out in the snow to enjoy the scenery

🧃 he enjoys christmas eve most because of the vibes

🧃 doesn’t believe in santa but you know he’ll let alluka believe in it

🧃 probably a bit hurt killua wants to celebrate with alluka but not him tho

🧃 will ask killua if he wants anything def

🧃 might get illumi and milluki something if they let him

Milluki

🧃 he is always cooped up in the zoldyck house so they probably don’t decorate or celebrate but he still enjoys it

🧃 if illumi or something gets him a new game he’ll pretend he doesn’t care but he’ll appreciate it :)

🧃 he loves snow like yes

🧃 he might ask his siblings for something because his bitch ass parents wont buy him anything

🧃 yeah he doesn’t rlly give af but like yes

🧃 he probably just wants a new game or figure

🧃 he might go online and talk to his online friends to see what they got and watch hauls on yt

🧃 probably the mf to want something that arrives in like july like damn pick something else

🧃 wont get anybody else anything sadly

🧃 we stan milluki here

THATS IT FOR NOW!! IM PLANNING ON ADDING SHALNARK, PHINKS, UVO, SHIZUKU SO IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER CHARACTERS YOU WANT JUST SEND IN REQUESTS! 😁🧃 this event does not include nsfw.

#christmas #hunter x hunter #hxh #christmas event

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years

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For the wedding hcs could you plz do Jumin x V ✨✨✨👀

Hohoho don’t mind if I do

Jumin x V wedding hcs:

where they get married:

-Pribably somewhere e super fancy, like Greece or Italy, it can’t be in Korea tho :( but they will fly out everyone in the RFA and maybe Jumin’s father!

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ):

-Porbably during autumn. They get married at the time around sunset, to then have the party at night! They get either married on September or at the beginning of October

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

- (I found so many things about Korean traditions omg.) So since Jumin is a very traditional man, he will do every single Korean tradition lol. I’m talking about presenting a goose (that’s adorable), both grooms wear blue, the wine ceremony where they share a glass of wine, and many more!

what their wedding cake looks like:

-ohh it would be either blue or white. It’d be a super big cake, decorated super fancy and maybe with 2 or 3 (floors? What are those things called?)

….who smashes cake into whose face:

- V, V, V ,V, V lmaooo, he wouldn’t smash the cake in Jumin’s face, but he’d make it so that he has a bit of the cake in his nose of cheek lol

who proposed to who first:

-Jumin proposed to V during a supposed business trip. They were at this super fancy resort and Jumin got down on one knee, asking V to be forever by his side, and V said yes

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ):

-I don’t think any of them would walk down the aisle tbh, but if someone were to do it it’d be V (accompanied by you of course )

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

-They both wear blue suits. V has a lighter one, and Jumin a darker suit.

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

-ihhh fhis one was hard. Probably a really light color scheme, like maybe very light turquoise or just white. They would have plenty of pictures that V took, and that are Jumin’s favorite.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

-They both have an almond tucked in their suit pockets, it means promise.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

-Jihyun would go for a really cute traditional-ish. “You have always been there for me, my best friend, and now, my love. You don’t know how happy you make me.”

-While Jumin would be super poetic. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my years with you. You have always been there for me, ever since we met, and you’re the only person who has ever made me feel like this...I promise, that for the rest of my life I will cherish and protect you. I love you.”

if anyone’s late to the wedding:

-Saeyoung, he was trying to steal Elly lmao

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other:

-Definetly you, along with the RFA (yes, Zen too, Jihyun made Jumin choose him and it was the best thing ever lmao.) also we’re including Saeyoung since Jumin doesn’t want him anywhere near Elly

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

-For a fem!MC and Jaehee, a white dress with a blue bow tied around the waist, for a male!MC and the rest of the guys, white suits with blue bowties (Saeyoung did get ahold of one of the dresses though and Zen got catfishes again lmao)

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

-Jihyun would tell a story about funny stories/seeet memories with Jumin. Some times when they were playing hide and seek, or times when they’d stay awake during sleepovers and talk for the rest of the night. And of course he’d talk about how they met, and how amazing it has been to have Jumin in his life.

who catches the bouquet( s )

-Do I even need to say? SAEYOUNG OBVIOUSLY PFTTT

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

-Theyre photos are the sweetest thing ever. Rui takes them for them, as a wedding gift. The favorite photo of the two of them, is when V and Jumin are looking at each other, holding their hands with big dorky smiles on their face. There’s also one where they’re exchanging rings and V looks so happy he’s about to cry, while Jumin can’t stop smiling. And then of course, the one where V just put a bit of frosting on Jumin’s cheek. They’re both smiling and V now has his nose covered in frost too!

what sort of food they have at the reception

-They have pretty fancy and traditional Korean food, along with some western one too!

who cries first during the ceremony

-ME, I mean, definetly V. He’s way too happy and can’t hold it in.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

-So Saeyoung and a really really drunk Yoosung get into a dance competition, and when Yoosung is drunk and Saeyoung is feeling chaotic, you know it’s going to be freaking wild

what their rings are like

-Their rings are very simple silver ones, that have a big small diamond on the center and then there’s like two or three smaller ones on the sides. The diamond is blue, and it’s not like super big, but it’s definetly real

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

-They have tons of stuff, Jumin has some cat candy (he couldn’t help himself ok) and there’s a really tiny bottle with a flower inside of it

where they go for their honeymoon

-they go to a lot of places, Italy, singapore, and to Jumin’s little island

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

-At one point Yoosung slipped and fell dancing and then he started crying because he lost the dance battle lol. Also Zen actually congratulated Jumin while being all blushy about it, but he was really happy for him! Saeyoung also managed to get 2 feet near Elly until he was taken away by the security guards

who officiates the ceremony

-they would probably get married by a priest, since they’re both catholic

what song their first dance is to:

-ohh this one was hard! But I think this one fits them pretty well:

The way it starts slow but then slowly builds up, and V and Jumin hold each other close, saying how much they love each other. Everyone stares in awe as the couple dances, Jumin teasingly whispering into Jihyuns ear as the dance goes on, and they get more skippy and more happy, since they can’t believe that they’re finally together, and they start dancing faster and faster, unable to stop smiling. They’re filled almost with a childish happiness at being with each other, they’re so excited, and you can tell by how they both move and smile. Until they slow down, and Jumin leans his forehead against V’s, whispering words filled witr love.

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

-I have a really angsty hc that Jihyun’s dad is the one that’s like nope, so I feel like V would probably ask you, or just walk down the aisle with Jumin? You know?

#mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jihyun mysme #choi bois #jumin x v

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fallen--lilith · 3 years

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Maid Service

So uh this is my first fanfic in YEARS. (SO NO FLAME XD) This is the first time I'm writing dbz related so go a little easy if everyone is a bit ooc (there's really no plot) (also I couldn't help myself with a Space Dandy reference) (I've seen bits and pieces of Super) In this, to avoid complications, Goku and Vegeta are not married. Beketaten is based off my self insert from when I was a kid. Well, back then she was a magical girl who also piloted a Gundam but now she's more of a slut. There will be no real schedule tbh of postings chapters. The second dbz fanfic will be more serious. I’ll probably going to make pretty banners when I have time. Please keep in mind I do write these on my phone at night as I go to bed. I also want to thank @saiyajima for the beta reading.

Word count: 646

Rating: Lime? future Lemon

Ships: Goku x Oc x Vegeta, Goku x OC, Vegeta x Oc and Gogeta x Oc

Part 1:

"What's taking him so long? Whis is never late!" Goku whined, stretching his muscular arms to warm them up. "I'm dying to test out some new strategies."

"Shut it Kakarot, complaining won't make Whis appear any faster." Vegeta huffed, leaning against a tree with his arm crossed. Mentally, he was cursing the angel.

"Hey how about we tra-" Just as Goku replied Whis appeared before them on Earth.

"I'm sorry I'm late boys, I had to help the new maid get settled in." The angel said as they left. Before they could ask about this 'maid', they appeared in the grand room of the God of Destruction's home.

Lord Beerus was there with a small rare amusement playing on his face as a gorgeous woman was talking to him. She was wearing a simple off white skirt that went down to her knees and had at least 5 inches of intricate embroidery designs with threads of gold and teal. Her top was wrapped around to where it gave more of a shawl look, low gathering at the breasts showing off her endowments.

Vegeta uncrossed his arms with a surprised look on his face as they approached Beerus and the newcomer. The woman had a tail! As his eyes trailed up ( they did linger on her breasts seconds more than they really should….wait is her top somewhat sheer?!) Gold earrings peaked out from her ear length straight black hair and the top of head were...cat ears?? Vegeta was stunned, though slightly disappointed she wasn't a (long lost) Sayian.

Both Saiyan were too preoccupied staring at the beautiful alien...Goku was hypnotized by the woman's nice, strong, tan arms. He hoped he would be able to train with this mysterious sphinx. His eyes wandered down to her nice wide hips that helped sculpt her round ass… If there was anything he learned from Master Roshi…it was that only enlightened men liked the booty. Goku could feel his face heat up a little bit.

"Ah you must the Saiyans." The catgirl said. The two cats approached the other three without the Saiyans realizing it. Her voice was like bells ringing during a sunny day. Their nose twitches from the mix of the smell of Lily and Myrrh with a very small dash of Cinnamon. It was tantalizing….

The woman bowed. "It's also a great honor to meet both of you in person. I've heard nothing but good things from Beerus. I'm even excited to try to train with both of you if time permits."

"Guys this is Beketaten...she's from the planet Nyanco. Her people offers a person every 1000 years to serve me in exchange of not destroying their planet…" Beerus said dryly. "I'm not usually swayed by such requests, but they do know how to cook some good fish."

"Nice to meet you Beke-Beketa" Goku couldn't roll her name off like his Master could.

"Beketaten. But if you wish, call me Beke." She gave him a sweet smile and bounced a little as she innocently posed. The trainees swore they heard a little boing from her breasts bouncing. "My only wish is to serve the God of Destruction, and that includes both of Master's pupils. So if you need anything, I'm happy to help nya~."

"Now, boys this doesn't mean you are excused from your own chores." Whis piped in.

"That's not fair!" Vegeta shouted. "What else are maids good for!? We have a lot of training to do!"

"I said she was my servant." Beerus said sternly. "She may cook for you and do your laundry amongst other things. But if I catch either one of you ordering her around, you'll be doing her chores too. Do I make myself clear?"

Both Sayians quickly nodded and bowed. Beerus let out a long sigh. He had a feeling he was going to regret this arrangement.

#dbz #dbz fanfic #dbz crackfic #vegeta x oc x goku #vegeta x oc x kakarot

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teddybear-yn · 4 years

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[nct dream’s remnants of you]

renjun

jewelry

he absolutely loves seeing you all bedazzled and blinged out

earrings, necklaces, anklets, rings, even nose, lip, or belly button rings if you have those

you always end up bringing more than one pair when you go to his house for a date

because he always gives the most insightful opinions on which ones’ll match your outfit for the day

did I mention how he also bought this really cute jewelry box for you? just so your jewelry doesn’t get lost or tangled

sometimes wears some of them, only when you think it’s cool

cleans them for you every now and then

jeno

t-shirt and tops

every single time you went to Jeno’s, you would end up in his hoodie

it’s a given

which is why when you see his room, there’s nothing but your shirts, blouses, any tops in general just lying around everywhere

cause wearing both is too stuffy so you end up taking yours off anyways

some days, you wished it was socially acceptable to go to Jeno’s in just a bra

but sadly it isn’t yet

plus Jeno would freak out trying to cover you from the other members.

donghyuck (haechan)

makeup

if you ever tried going to Donghyuck’s with makeup on already, he would flip out

THEN he’d make you take it all off again

just so he could watch help you with it

you would have a whole stash of makeup (literally almost a whole vanity) in his room because of that

don’t doubt that one day he’d make you bring your personal makeup mirror from home just to do your makeup with you for a special occasion like a bday dinner

some day he will also want you to make a youtube account just so you can do one of those ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ videos

loves when you powder his nose one last time before leaving for a date or smth

jaemin

hair ties / scrunchies

even if it were like a piece of garter you saw lying around somewhere, if you used it to tie your hair he’d keep it

literally has a bowl of stuff you used to tie your hair

i think theres a scarf in there too

on dates, he wears them like bracelets cause according to him it’s a ‘boyfriend aesthetic’

but really, he only does cause you end up forgetting to bring one and ask it from him anyways

will buy you the cutest hair ties and scrunchies he sees anywhere

also, don’t be weirded out when you catch him smelling them sometimes, he says it’s one of his calming down tactics

chenle

purses / bags

this boy always has the craziest dates planned so you always end up leaving your purse at his place

also, not saying he a sugar daddy, but he always tells you that you don’t need to bring anything, so again, your purse gets left at his

like renjun, he finds it fun matching your purse to your outfit

maybe it’s cause 80% of your purses are from him but idk

carries your purse for you sometimes out on dates, like jaemin, he thinks it’s a ‘boyfriend aesthetic’

he will make you put a lot of his stuff in your purse

also, fun fact, he tried to catch a pigeon with your purse once, he didn’t catch it

jisung

hair clips

jisung may be a somewhat shy baby but he literally has mastered that one romance scene where the guy brushes hair away from the girl’s face

he also thinks that buying you hair clips aren’t too burdensome and are cute while being lowkey

also has a bowl of all your clips at his

tbh you bring a lot on purpose cause you love putting some of them on jisung’s hair

he has a lot of hair so you can fit a lot of clips in his head

again with the ‘boyfriend aesthetic’ except this time you’re the perpetrator, you always clip one or two on his clothes when going out

he doesn’t mind one bit tho

bonus: mark

perfume

maybe you had a little hobby of collecting those tiny perfume samples

absolutely loves spraying some in his room every now and then to have your scent while you’re away

on his pillowcases most of the time so he can sleep better

he’s so sweet cause when he sprays it on you for you sometimes

right before you leave for a date he’ll be like ‘pssht der you go’

if it’s a less sweet fragrance, you’ll catch him spraying it on himself sometimes, just cause he thinks it ‘smells so good’

also, maybe because he barely has any of his own

*lmk if you want me to make one for other groups!

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someonefantastic · 4 years

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They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

I had fun interpreting this prompt :) This was gonna be my longest fic so far but tomorrows fic actually is longer so look forward to that. Anyways yay for making it to double digits! Also this is set ambiguously in s8 cause I love me some established shules. Summary: Shawn and Juliet are having a nice date night, what could go wrong? Warnings: stabbing, blood loss, passing out, some innuendos but nothing too outside of the show also on ao3 (this gets kinda long so it’d be better accessed on ao3 tbh) ___ “So Mr. Spencer,” Juliet started as they exited the restaurant and turned on to the boardwalk, “Where to now?”

Shawn grinned and grabbed her hand, a bounce in his step. “Well Detective O’Hara, I was thinking we’d go back home and pop in a movie. Maybe a little Netflix and chill action hmm?” He waggled his eyebrows.

She threw her head back, her laughter only causing his grin to widen. “You have a one-track mind sometimes.”

“Oh, I always have a one-track mind when it comes to you,” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know, that would be almost romantic if we weren’t just talking about sex.”

He gave a half shrug. “Tomato, cucumber.”

As her laughter subsided, he caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

She gave him a soft smile, “Nothing. I just like looking.”

Even after almost three years of dating, his cheeks still flushed at the compliment. “Thanks. I like your face too.”

“Thanks, Shawn.”

“Anytime babe.”

It was a beautiful night. A warm, salty breeze came off of the ocean, turning the sticky humidity of the day into a gentle glow. Music faded in and out, as they passed restaurants and clubs, a chaotic symphony of noise. Waves crashed in the distance and the wooden slats creaked beneath their feet.

Shawn tugged on her hand, leading her towards the parking lot. Underneath a streetlight sat her green VW beetle, the interior illuminated. A tall man, clad in jeans and a hoodie stood by the front door, patting his pockets with fervor.

They exchanged looks.

“Is he trying to steal my car?” Juliet whispered, eyes darting from him to the guy.

He shook his head, “I doubt it. He doesn’t seem like the type. Look at him, he seems like he’s looking for his keys. Probably got your car mistaken for his own.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You think he drives a green beetle?”

“Gus drives a blue echo.”

Pursing her lips, she bopped her head from side to side. “You’ve got a point.”

He turned his attention to the man who was still frantically searching his pockets. “Hey man, lost your keys?”

The guy jumped, whirling around, his eyes wide. Actually, he was more like a boy, had to be in his early twenties at least.

“Uh, yeah. I can’t seem to figure out where I put them.” His voice wobbled as he spoke.

He shifted his feet and Shawn noticed something glint in the corner of his sweatshirt pocket. Subtly, he took a small step forward, making sure he was closer to the guy than Juliet.

“Dang man, I hate when that happens. I lose everything. Last week I lost half a ham sandwich in my best friend’s desk. Boy was he not happy about that.” He chuckled.

The guy didn’t laugh, his eyes darting around the parking lot.

“Well anyway, I think I know one problem here.” The man’s eyes snapped to his face. “This isn’t your car.”

Shawn saw the muscles in his arms tense before he moved. His hand shifted inside his pocket, eyes wild and scared.

There was no time, he had to protect Jules.

The second he stepped in front of her, it seemed like the whole world slowed down. He saw the guy pull out a knife, the streetlights glinting off of the patches of metal that weren’t rusted. He watched as the knife was jabbed into his stomach, cutting through his grey button-up shirt and piercing his skin.

His vision blurred, a dull ringing beginning to creep into his ears. He was frozen, unable to move or speak in a mix of shock and something he couldn’t quite place. All he could do was watch as the guy moved towards Juliet. And as much as he wanted to tackle the guy or do something to protect her, he knew she could take care of herself.

His point was made as the assailant was met with a swift punch to the nose. That was his Jules.

Clutching his bruised, if not broken, appendage in his hand, she took advantage of the situation. Pulling up her dress’ skirt- if he was in his right mind he may have commented on that being incredibly sexy- and unholstering her gun.

“SBPD. Drop the knife.” Her voice was even and her eyes icy.

Blood was now running down the guy’s hand and his eyes were unfocused but he complied. The knife clattered to the ground. Not wasting any time she shoved him up against the side of the car, detaching handcuffs from her other thigh and clasping them around his wrists. At this point in their relationship, Shawn wasn’t even surprised that she had brought handcuffs on their date night, though he was a little disappointed that they weren’t going to be used on him.

Eventually- he couldn’t be sure when Juliet in cop mode was very distracting (also the knife wound but mostly Juliet)- he had wound up on the ground, leaning heavily against the rear tire. The area under his hand was wet and he could feel his heartbeat through his stomach. That wasn’t normal.

He heard the car door slam and Juliet knelt next to him, her eyes wide, breathing heavily.

“I called for backup, they should be here in ten.” She gingerly picked up his hand, gasping as she inspected the wound. “Shawn you’re losing a lot of blood.”

“Oh is that why I feel so lightheaded?”

“Might’ve hit an artery. Gosh, I hope not.” She muttered more to herself. Gripping the bottom of her light blue sundress, she tore the fabric.

His words were starting to slur together, but he couldn’t resist making a joke. “Wow Jules as much as I enjoy you undressing, I don’t think now is the time.”

Shaking her head, she wrapped one arm around his back and gently eased him away from her car and to the ground. “You’re losing too much blood, I gotta try to stop it somehow.”

As much as he’d usually love her touch, this time he wasn’t a fan. He bit back a scream, the pressure on the cut sending fire throughout his stomach. Her face twisted into a mix of sympathy and concern and she grabbed one of his hands.

Raising their joined hands, she pressed her lips against the back of his. “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“So much for Netflix and chill.” He chuckled weakly.

He watched her apply pressure to the wound for some time. Even given their undesired circumstances, she was still beautiful. Her hair was down, it’s length and style reminding him of the time when she went undercover at a sorority house. He had been so enamored with her. Her quick wit, her sharp investigative skills, her empathy, the way she always kept him guessing, not to mention those great outfits. If someone had told him then, that he’d wind up in a committed relationship with her, even considering marriage, he would have simply laughed and told them to stop messing with him.

But even then he had been in love with her, though he didn’t realize it until much much later and admitted it later still. He loved her. Simple as that.

His vision blurred and his eyelids felt so heavy. It was getting harder to pay attention now. He was shaking, feeling so cold and yet sweating all the same. All he could feel was the pain. He didn’t want to close his eyes, to lose the vision before him, but he didn’t want to stay awake either. Maybe if he just slept for a bit, he’d have lovely dreams of Jules.

She felt his hand go limp. Whipping her head around, she watched helplessly as his eyes slid closed.

“No, no, no... Shawn!” Letting go of his hand, she gently patted the side of his face. His skin was cold. “Shawn, I need you to stay awake.”

When he didn’t respond she swore loudly. Of course, he passed out. He was losing blood- a lot of it.

Picking up her hand, she cursed again at the sight of crimson soaking through her torn dress fabric. Without hesitation, she tore again at her dress, replacing the bloody scrap with a fresh one. Applying even more pressure, she watched his face, looking for any response. She was met with none.

His skin was pale, an odd contrast to the dark stubble around his cheeks. Breathing too shallow for her liking but she could only focus on one thing at a time. Right now stopping- or at least slowing- the bleeding was the priority.

She ran a hand through her hair and then down her face. He couldn’t die. She wouldn’t let him. They still had their whole lives in front of them. Sure it had only been a few months since they got back together but marriage talks were already becoming more and more frequent. Late one night, he told her that their breakup had shown him that he didn’t want to live life without her. She had nearly proposed to him on the spot. But they were still getting back in their groove and engagement was a big step. She wanted him- both of them- to be absolutely sure about their decision before taking that step. Now she just hoped they’d make it that far.

“Shawn Spencer, if we get out of this, I’m gonna kiss you for all you’re worth. Or kill you. I haven’t decided yet.”

Hunched over him, her hair fell around her like a curtain. Brushing it behind her ear she slightly scolded herself for not wearing it up today. Curse Shawn and his love for her hair being down.

She tore again at her dress, scowling at the now mid-thigh length. If he kept bleeding like that, he’d get his wish about seeing her undressed.

As if sensing an opportunity to make a joke, he stirred. His eyes flickered open. Unfocused but still open.

“Shawn,” She gasped, feeling tears start to pool in her eyes. In the distance, sirens blared. There was hope for them yet.

The corner of his mouth turned upwards. Hand reaching out, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

Later at the hospital, she would look in the mirror and laugh, much to the disturbed looks of the people around her. Leave it to Shawn to compliment her while her dress is half torn and her face is streaked with blood. Boy did she love him.

She'd tell him such as soon as he woke up.

#whumptober2020 #no. 10 #they look so pretty when they bleed #blood loss #juliet o'hara #shawn spencer #shules #blood tw #knife tw #violence tw #angst #shawn whump #skipps writes #psych fanfic

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sunarou · 4 years

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Drunk in love

—After leaving from a party, let's say you were pretty wasted. You didn't want your parents to see you in that state of course, so you went stumbling to your childhood friend's house to stay for the night.

—Words: 1k

—Genre: Fluff (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

—Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

—A/N: I legit got this idea off of a Japanese ASMR video, it was pretty cute tbh, click here to see the vid ♡ I wanted to write this for Iwa-chan, but I could also write it for Baku-bae sometime 👀 also if he seems ooc here please excuse that!

Having a childhood friend that's only one block away was very convenient at times, and times like these are very urgent. You drank too much alcohol at your friend's birthday party again, and here you are ringing Iwaizumi's doorbell, you ring it a few more times before hearing his deep voice, "Who's there?" He asked through the speaker.

"Your worst nightmare!" You drunkenly giggle, leaning against the wall, he sighs before opening the gate, he stood against the gate, looking at your drunken state. "Really? Again?" He said as he pinched his nose bridge, "What do you meannn? It's like my first time d-doing this" You said, hiccuping in between. "Sure Y/N, can you stand up?" he asked as he lent you a hand up. "I don't even feel my legs haha" You laughed as you slapped your legs, "Nope! Nothing!" You said.

"Alright then" Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, he holds you by the arm and walks you towards the house, Iwaizumi stops you before walking inside the house, "Wait! Your shoes, they're dirty, take em off" He said, "I can't thoughh! Too much work" You said, not being able to keep your eyes open, "I know! How about giving me a piggy back ride to the living room, just like old times right?" You smiled at him, "Idiot" he answered, as he flicked your forehead, "Ouchh, that hurt Hajime" You said, rubbing your forehead.

"Fine, get on" he said as he squatted down, you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Don't choke me dumbass! And stop moving you'll make us fall!" He said as you kept swinging your legs, "Mmm, sorry Hajime, I just really wanna sleep y'know? Can you walk any faster?" You asked, as he placed you down on the soft sofa. "You're already here, I'll go get you cold water to sober you up, for a little bit at least" He said.

But before he could walk away, you grabbed his shirt, "Where are you going? Don't leave me alone" You said, yanking on his shirt. "I-I'm not! Idiot.. I'm just getting you water okay?" He said, trying to get your hand away from his shirt, "You're trying to avoid me huh?" You pout, "What makes you think that? It's not like that Y/N, I'll be back" He said walking to the kitchen.

As you waited for him to come back, you started to feel hot, so you clumsily tried taking off your blouser, as Iwaizumi walked in. He rushed to you, "Don't start taking off your clothes out of nowhere!" he panicked, pulling your blouser back down, "But it's so hot Hajime! Can you take my clothes off?" You whined like a child, 'God you were acting like such a child,' Iwaizumi thought to himself, but couldn't help but shrug.

"No Y/N, I can't help you undress, now stop trying to!" He stops you for the second time, "Fine, I'll go get you a shirt or something, wait here" He said, rushing to his room to grab a shirt. He covers his eyes as he hands you his shirt, "Are you done?" He asks, "Yup!" He uncovers his eyes to you, wearing his shirt, looking cute as ever.

"L-Let's take off yours shoes," He says as he unties both of the shoes, yanking it from your feet, setting them on the side of the sofa, "Thanks Hajime! You're like a big brother y'know! Always there for me" You said, finally easing into the sofa, "Here's the futon, and you're speaking nonsense again Y/N" He says, handing you the futon and some blankets. "Hey! They said drunk words are sober thoughts! Or something like that.. so I must be saying it honestly" You crossed your arms, "Whatever you say dummy" He said, getting up, "Hey where are you going?" You ask again.

"To my room, why?" Iwaizumi answers, "You can't just leave me here! You should cuddle me to sleep" you pat the space beside you, Iwaizumi blushes, "I-I don't think that's a good idea, I'm a guy you know, what if I make a move on you?" He says, waving his hands around, "It doesn't matter Hajime, please! It's lonely here" you beg him.

He thought about it, 'It would be cruel to let a girl sleep all alone on the couch, no one would be able to protect you, but it's also not appropriate for a guy and a girl to sle- fuck it' Iwaizumi thought, turning the light off, but not before turning a lamp on, he sits on the space beside you, "Even if you see me as a big brother I'm still a guy by nature and, and what if I make a move on you?" He asks.

"Relax Hajime, I know you won't, you don't need to repeat yourself" You laugh, "Say, can you pet my head?" He looks at you like you're crazy, "Why?" He asks, "Why not, just do it!" you say, butting your head to him, "Fine fine" He said, hesitantly patting your head, after a couple pats, you lay yourself beside him, hugging his torso, "Pat my back next please" You said, faintly, you feel yourself slowly falling asleep, as Iwaizumi patted your back next, it was hard though.

"Pat it softly Hajime" you chuckled as he grew flustered, patting it gently this time, after a few seconds passed, he heard your light snores as you buried your head onto his waist, he finally eases onto your hold.

He sighs, "You're such a pain in the ass you know, just like Oikawa, but.. I enjoy your company from time to time. And also, why did you want to cuddle me? Let alone go to my house (family) specifically? Is it because she likes me?" Iwaizumi gets shy from the thought of you liking him back, "You did say drunk words are sober thoughts so does that mean you've always wanted to do this?" he asks as he tucks a piece of your hair to the back of your ear.

"You're driving me crazy Y/N, you can't just make a guy that's not your boyfriend cuddle you to sleep, aghh," He sighed defeated, he caresses your cheek, "If I were to make a move right now, you'd get mad wouldn't you? It'll definitely break our friendship.. don't worry I won't do it without consent" He says as he presses a light peck on your forehead.

"Good night Y/N"

~Love Lola 🦋

#wow 2 posts in a day #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #anime #haikyuu!!

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