#i look forward to making more terrible content for u

[strange-aeons]

#i look forward to making more terrible content for u

[caraphernellie]

cowboy like me // e.w. [chapter one]

summary: a modern day princess living under outdated royal protocol in which your own existence is forbidden. in a typical state visit to strengthen your country's relations with the united states, you find it harder than ever to keep your sexuality secret when you meet the president's daughter, ellie williams, and sparks fly.

wc: 2.1k masterlist

content warnings: fluff, angst, eventual smut. homophobia, governments, monarchy, politics. reader is specified as lesbian with she/her pronouns used for plot purposes i sorry, smoking, making out, femme! reader. u-haul lesbians fr. reader plays piano. ellie is a disaster lesbian lmaooooo. she's also super privileged and a bit of an ass. mostly based off of the british royal family in terms of royal protocol and all that shit, don’t kill me if things are inaccurate i’m not american, this chapter is more an intro to ellie's character and establishing tension

authors note: i'm so excited about this fic... but i might hate it in the morning so we'll see!! i've never read/watched red white and royal blue but it did inspire this fic (do not expect it to be anything like rwrb as i said i don't know what happens in it lmao). ellie's the president's daughter obvs. if your country doesn't have a monarchy just pretend there is one. if you're from the us then L 💀 play pretend

converse sneakers pelting across marble tiled floors with an onslaught of urgency, ellie makes her way through the halls. she stops at a mirror for a second, a muse in her mind– eh, good enough.

smoothing down flyaway hairs, ellie realises spending free time in the courtyard outside may not have been the best idea on a cool spring day such as this. the winter is still lingering, breezes battering the flag of red, white, and blue on the roof of the building as warm temperatures are still fresh. still- she needs as much a distraction as anyone else. as if procrastinating on something like homework, assignments, except the only thing ellie has done is make herself late to the introductory banquet of the royal family. all she knows is the president won’t be happy with her. 

bringing her wrist to her nose, ellie sniffs, though it’s less sniffing and more inhaling, trying to figure out if she has masked the smell of the cigarette she wasted or if she needs more cologne.

ellie’s caught by a housekeeper with her face stuck awkwardly into her suit jacket, furrowed brows as she inspects her own scent. pausing, a strained smile takes its place on chapped lips.

“he–”

“goodness, miss williams, you’re terribly late,” the housekeeper says, quickly approaching. “staff have been searching everywhere for you.”

“right,” ellie mumbles, straightening up her posture. “sorry. i’ll be on my way to the state dining room right now.”

approaching said room, ellie can already hear the fuss– loud and polite conversations, the snapping of photos, subtle classical playing over the speakers. christ, ellie thinks, how do i render myself invisible?

ellie’s worries ease the minute she steps inside, however, as the commotion isn’t around her own family today. it’s the royal family. and that realisation almost sparks up yet another mini freakout in ellie’s mind. she’s been looking forward to this for weeks, of course she has, a hot princess living in her home for an entire month..? that’s something she could get used to. but it’s real now, and just staring at you is sending a chill down ellie’s spine.

flash photography and yelling of the invited press is suffocating ellie as she ventures further into the room. she hasn’t even been noticed yet, thank god, so she decides to humbly busy herself at the table of finger food. until–

“ellie williams?”

a delicate voice smooth and sweet, ellie’s ears prick up to the sound of an accent unique and she knows exactly who this has to be.

fuck.

ellie makes quick effort to swallow the stupid cocktail frank she was eating and turns around, wiping her clammy hands on the ass of her slacks.

a princess standing right in front of her, of course these things only happen to ellie in her most cringeworthy moments. demolishing a table of finger food… what can she say? she’s an anxious snacker.

“ah-” ellie’s eyes meet your own and she gulps, extending a hand. “a pleasure to meet you, princess…”

get your head in the game, ellie. she clears her throat, putting on her famous, confident smile. and as you place your hand in hers, she acts purely without thinking, lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. nobody was watching, but ellie drops your hand in an instant- is flirting with a princess the right move? even if it’s humorous?

your brain just about short-circuits, and ellie’s reeling. that was stupid, so stupid. acting on total whim.

the collar of ellie’s shirt feels too tight as she observes the split-second utter shock in your eyes, though she relaxes as you reward her a smile. and it isn’t that typical, media-trained smile, either.

“charming,” you murmur in response, eyes fixed on ellie’s piercing greens. however delighted you might be to be treated in this way by a girl like ellie, the way in which you hide it is effortless.

and charming, of course, is exactly what ellie is. messy, shirt creased and hair tousled and she honestly reeks of expensive cologne and faint smoke – but she has that handsome smile and that confident demeanour that the girls of washington d.c. fall for so easily.

“i hope so,” ellie says with an awkward chuckle, shoving her hands into her pockets. “that’s the aim of the game.”

you laugh similarly, politely, and make it as clear as possible to glance ellie up and down. “i’ll play.”

and the look on ellie’s face is plain silly at the least, her brows furrowed and eyes wide. “wh- uh..”

“say, it’s a little stuffy in here,” you say, gently fanning yourself, “you wouldn’t happen to know of any quiet spaces we could disappear to?”

ellie’s lips form a small o-shape as she processes the question. you want to be alone with her. a smirk crosses ellie’s face and she nods, “absolutely, your highness. my office.”

“would you be so kind as to show me to it?”

“of course, follow me,” ellie nods her head to the direction of the door. “we’ll have to sneak around.”

your heels click against the floor while ellie leads you down the hall, the sound a constant reminder to her that you’re actually walking alongside her. approaching a large door adorned by a gold plate with ellie’s name carved into it, she pulls a key from her pocket. and yet her eyes are on you the whole time.

the door clicks open and ellie holds it for you, only for her face to turn red when met with the sight of her office.

“excuse the mess,” she mutters, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. “i was uh, in here late last night. i had a speech to work on.”

“it’s alright,” you say, “some organised mess makes it homely.”

“right,” ellie nods. she’s beyond sensical thought now, just going along with anything you say. try harder. this is ellie’s issue, she eggs herself on too much, gets too overzealous, does things for the sake of doing them because her life has quite literally no direction if she doesn’t set herself these impossible dares. “just take a seat anywhere if you like. the couch is pretty comfy.”

ellie makes a pointless attempt to tidy some papers on her desk. she doesn’t necessarily do a lot of work here, though she enjoys being an activist, often writing speeches and finding causes to help others. though it did only begin in the first place as a way to increase the votes for her father’s party during the election- that doesn’t mean it isn’t genuine!

it’s just that ellie’s lazy ass needs pressure to do these things.

she gnaws her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, watching as you sit on the two-seater, eyeing the guitars along the wall of the office. “you play?”

“hm? no,” you say, watching ellie take a warm toned acoustic and sit beside you. “i’m a pianist, though.”

“pianist?” ellie chuckles, thumb stroking over each string of the guitar. “you’ll have to play for me sometime.”

you nod, watching intently as ellie begins playing a quiet tune. she can’t help but notice your rigid, straight posture. she can’t tell if you just have great posture, or if you’re uncomfortable.

but, noticing your eyes lingering over her nimble fingers as they pick at the guitar, ellie’s lips curl upwards just slightly.

she knows well when she’s got a girl worked up. she’d never expected the princess to be this easy.

“music is just beautiful,” you say with a small nod, again, that genuine smile small as ever on your lips insecurely. “nothing like it.”

“you think so?” ellie muses, and when you manage to finally stray your eyes from her hands, you meet ellie’s own soft gaze. “because i think… even the most beautiful ballad couldn’t compare to the solid view i got right now.”

you scoff, turning quiet as heat fills your cheeks. your brows furrow as you tilt your head a nod to the side, studying ellie’s features, searching for any hint of dishonesty. and it’s like she can tell that, with your gaze silently begging her to not be messing with you- she turns her expression more serious.

“you’re something else, williams,” you retort, though adjusting yourself a little closer. knees touch, and you don’t flinch away.

“yeah?” ellie grins. the room goes silent, ellie no longer continuing to play her tune. the guitar on her lap, she rests her chin over it. “something good, or something bad?”

there’s a more subtle smirk on her face now. she begins to move, setting the guitar down and leaning it against the couch as she shifts even closer.

“mmm…” you think for a moment, a smaller expression of interest visible across your features. “something that my head tells me is not a good idea, but my heart says is just fine.”

how the fuck did i get here, ellie wonders? she’s running on pure luck at this point. stumbled in late and somehow she’s got a princess way in over her head.

and ellie doesn’t leave you waiting a moment longer– the second you lean closer she’s grabbing your head and meeting your lips in a fervent kiss, one you gasp into and immediately lean into, hands falling into place with one on her chest and the other on the back of her neck.

pulling away breathlessly, ellie chuckles a bit and shrugs her shoulders, “eh- oops?” she looks almost embarrassed by her own reckless act. “sorry.”

there’s too much going on for you– just too much in your head. your first kiss, the first other lesbian you’ve ever met. her words get you weak in the knees, yet she gets just as flustered by her own actions which seem to only ever work on impulse. so you start laughing, and you can’t stop.

ellie herself laughs a little, watching you giggle at her pink face as you lean into the back of the couch and hold up a cushion to hide your face. it’s all snorting and snickering and ellie’s face is getting redder.

she snatches the cushion out of your hands and raises a brow at you, “if you keep being that cute i’m gonna–”

“sorry,” you laugh, “sorry-”

ellie can’t help but notice how much it seems like you really needed this laughing fit, the way it’s instantly relaxed you…

“that’s it,” she mutters with a chuckle, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. “c’mere.”

the yelp of surprise that ellie’s movement elicits has her beaming, holding you on her lap. she rests a hand on the back of your head, the other cupping your ass. it’s indecent, indelicate to touch a princess like that, and yet you’re not stopping her. ellie’s already found herself addicted.

because this time ellie lets herself just go, pressing her lips to yours. she swipes her tongue over your bottom lip, grunting as you gasp. with your lips parted she slips her tongue into the kiss. she isn’t just kissing you, she’s devouring. she’s making sure not to leave an inch of your mouth unexplored, nor will she allow it for your body, getting rather handsy. every pretty little sound you breathe motivates her to continue, pulling you back in every time you pull back for air.

a hand slides under your dress, gripping your thigh, the other squeezes your breast before gliding to the curve of your ass, and she slumps into the couch. her boxers are growing uncomfortably wet and she needs to do something about it, hold you down on her desk and–

a key turns in the door and her eyes snap open, as do yours. not a single word is said but the panicked look you share tells all as you move back onto the couch beside ellie, smoothing down your dress. she grabs her forgotten guitar and moves it onto her lap.

and in mere seconds, the door opens to reveal a housekeeper who had used the master key to get in. and she’s clueless, though a little discomforted by the taut smiles you and ellie offer.

“sorry to interrupt you, ladies,” she offers awkwardly. “nobody has seen either of you in a long time, it was requested by president williams that we search the place.”

“ah,” ellie muses, clearing her throat before her voice can come out as weak as it feels. “i understand. we’re alright, yes, sorry, um… we needed a quiet place.”

sitting there with that prim and proper posture once again, your leg crossed over the other, you stare at ellie, resisting the urge to reach over right now and fix her hair after having ran your hands through it with desperation.

this is going to be an interesting state visit.

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[cosmal]

phoebe bridgers — send me a headcanon or a prompt + a character, and i’ll write you a blurb!

what abouttt rockstar!remus x shy!reader omg. maybe r being backstage at one of his concerts and giving him good luck kisses or something. or just whatever u want, you always have the best ideas anyway <3

a kiss

summary — you ask remus for a kiss before he goes on stage.

content — remus lupin x fem!reader, rockstar!remus, shy!reader

note — mal this was such a cute idea i love u

You sit one one of the many big speakers backstage, legs dangling over the edge, waiting for Remus to finish his conversation with his manager.

Having a boyfriend who is constantly busy, with sound checks and press junkets, song writing and concerts, it’s hard to see him when you want. Sometimes it feels terrible to want things.

Because Remus is always busy. He’s hardworking and never stops and you really admire him for it. You hate to interrupt because most of the time it’s for things you don’t really need.

Remus, can I have a hug? Remus, do you want to watch a movie on the couch tonight?

You sit with your hands in your lap, fiddling with the rings around your fingers. You spin them to distract yourself. There’s an ache in your chest that you feel like can only be soothed by Remus. You bite your tongue to hold back the urge to talk to him when he seems busy. It feels selfish and you don’t want to be.

Remus cuts his conversation short with his manager and makes his way over to you. The feeling in your chest creeps up your throat with bubbling excitement. He’s your boyfriend, he gives you every drop of attention when he can — which is always. But when he gives it to you when you feel like you don’t deserve it, it makes you feel warm.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs when he reaches you. It’s quiet and there’s thousands of fans past the wall behind you. You’re still tuned to every sound he makes.

“Hey, Remus,” you say back. You’re more than pleased when he takes your hands into his. You don’t show it though. You look solemn and Remus worries for you. Your glumness morphs into guilt when you remember you should be happy for him. Because you are — you’re ecstatic.

You still feel out of your depth whenever you’re in this situation. Behind a curtain, listening to piercing screams of your boyfriends and his band mates names. A thrumming that beats quieter than your heart most of the time.

“Are you okay?” Remus leans forward until your linked hands press into your bare legs. A heavy weight that feels necessary.

“Yeah,” you say. Then, when his fingers unfurl to press firmly into the dough of your thighs, you say, “Just feeling off today.”

He leans forward to press a kiss on the top of your nose. Then your cheek and behind your ear. Remus is a rockstar. A rockstar with a kissing pattern that he knows will have you melting.

“Yeah?” he hums into the skin below your ear. He tries to kiss away the beginnings of your goosebumps. He only makes them worse. “You should tell me these things, dove.”

You should. And you do — most of the time. When you’re in the bath together, when he makes you sit and eat dinner at your tiny two-seater table, or on his tour bus. You won’t get into how you think he likes to corner you in tiny settings and make sure you’re okay. He worries you won’t tell him if he doesn’t. But he always makes time for it.

“Not right now,” you dismiss him with a shake of your head.

“Yes, right now,” he says. Half fond, half too serious.

“You’re about to go on.” You look over his shoulder to find James sitting by the snacks table, a pair of drumsticks tapping against his jean clad thigh. You suspect Sirius is around somewhere stressing out.

“They’ll wait,” he says a little too smugly. You roll your eyes.

“Remus,” you chide.

“No, I’m serious, honey,” you might die if he keeps it up with the pet names, “what’s up?”

You lean into his chest until the top of your head hides your face. You huff and you feel a small laugh vibrate up his chest.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m gonna play so shit out there because I’m worrying about you,” he says. You know he doesn’t mean it. It still makes you feel awful. You lean more of your weight into him.

“Stop,” you argue.

“I’m serious—“

“No, you’re not.”

He hugs your head closer to stable you. “I’m not.”

Remus let’s you sit up until he can see your face. You worry he might hold you warm face in his hands. When he’s doesn’t, you’re only mildly relieved. You don’t want to be teased about how flustered he can make you. You also want him to squeeze your cheeks.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Remus startles. “Of course.”

You get your way when he cups your face in his hands to lean down to kiss you. His lips soft and a tiny bit unsure when he does it. You grip his wrists with shaky hands and hold him closer. Only gasping into his open mouth when he pulls away.

His lips are a little wet when you open your eyes. You watch his pupils shrink back down and feel a tad amused. You feel your shy temperament dial back a bit. You know he loves you.

You smile. Remus mirrors it, though half as bright. “Is that what you wanted?”

Dazed, you blink, “What?”

He kisses you again, too short for you liking. He smiles more this time when you let out the tiniest hiccup like sound when he pulls away again. “Oh, my poor girl.”

You push him away, not as rough as you feel you should, “No,” you giggle. “No, stop it.”

“C’mere, let me kiss you again,” he laughs. You despise it. Well, you pretend to.

“No. Go play the guitar or whatever it is you do.”

You push him out with your arms, palms flat against his chest. Fingers tangled through his pretty silver chains.

“Whatever it is I do?!”

“Yeah.”

Remus turns when he hears James call his name. “Moony! C’mon!”

Remus pulls his guitar over his shoulder. Baby blue against his grey shirt. “You’re lucky,” he warns.

You push him like you aren’t sad to see him go. It never lasts long. Soon, you’ll be swelling with so much pride you won’t be able to move.

“When I come back, you’re getting it.” Remus finds it hard to pretend to threaten you. It’s worth it when you gasp, hand held to your chest.

“I’m terrified!”

Again, though this time it’s Sirius, “You’ll have all the time in the world to make out with Y/N tonight! Hurry the fuck up.” You watch him disappear behind the wall. The crowd rumbles with excitement.

“You better hurry, Moony,” you tease.

Remus leans forward to smack a kiss to your appled cheeks, turning to run off. He stops before the wall to look back to blow you a kiss. You catch it before he disappears. The crowd’s cheering grows tenfold.

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[ladamedusoif]

An Inspecteur Calls

A Visiting Pedrotober One-Shot - Day 20, Merge Mansion

Pairing: Professor!Ben (College AU) x OFC Lydia/fem!Reader (reader POV/2nd POV)

Summary: Lyd is stressed and frustrated, and hit with a bad dose of Parisian nostalgia. Thankfully, Ben knows of a detective - sorry, inspecteur - Roquefort, who is free to investigate the cause of her woes, shoulder holsters included.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Explicit (MDNI; 18+)

Content (series/one-shot specific): Visiting fic one-shot; Professor Ben College AU; Ben and Lydia are contemporaries; canon is not a thing here; smut; fingering; oral sex (f receiving); safe PiV sex; enthusiastic consent; strong language; praise kink; references to stress; bad French; terrible French accents; role playing; these two are fucking dorks; extreme silliness

A/N: This is @jack-whiskey-daniels' fault. I wrote up this smutty little vignette, heavily inspired by the photo of Tim Rockford above, last night. Today, Luce informs me that it's Merge Mansion day for Pedrotober and I should post this. Well, who am I to say no?

With apologies for Ben's deliberately terrible attempts at role-playing a cliched French detective (inspecteur is the more common title). No apologies for me using Lydia to work through my love of Tim "Shoulder Holsters Tight Shirt Undervest" Rockford.

(And, seeing as it's his birthday and these two are film nerds, I had to throw in a reference to a film by the French director Jean-Pierre Melville, creator of several exceptional French crime dramas in the 1960s and 1970s. Le Cercle rouge is one of his finest, but they're all brilliant and highly recommended.)

Read the main story on the series Masterlist.

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His warm, broad hand rests lightly on your shoulder as he passes you at the dining table. You turn to look up at him, handsome face full of concern.

“You’re not yourself. What’s up?”

You sigh and stare into your coffee. “It’s dumb.”

He pulls out a chair and sits down, quirking an eyebrow. “If it’s bothering you, I doubt it’s dumb. What’s wrong, love?”

“It’s this stupid essay I’m trying to get finished. I’m missing some of the stuff that would be really useful for it, and I should have gone to see it last time I was in Paris, and I’m frustrated with myself.”

“That’s not dumb, darling. Even if you are being too hard on yourself, as usual.”

You slump forward on the table, mumbling against the wooden surface. “And then I thought about how easy it used to be to just…pop over to Paris, whenever I could, and then I started thinking about it and how much I love it.”

He pats your arm affectionately. “Still not dumb.”

“And then we watched Le Cercle rouge last night and even all those dodgy cops and inspecteurs in their trenchcoats and hats and crime were making me miss Paris. See? Dumb.”

Ben shakes his head and smiles softly. “Not dumb at all. It’s a part of you, of who you are.” He traces a circle on the back of your hand. “And anyway, didn’t you once tell me you had a thing for dodgy cops with moustaches?” He looks at you mischievously and you grin.

“You, Benjamin, are a very tolerant man.” You reach out and trace your fingers over the coarse hair on one side of his face, and he closes his eyes and hums happily.

“I love you, Lyddie. It’ll be okay.” He pushes himself away from the table and heads towards the hallway. “I gotta go for my early seminar, but keep Hemingway in mind.”

You laugh and roll your eyes affectionately. “Of course, the answer is in literature.” He pauses at the door, waiting for you to acknowledge the quotation. “‘Wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.’”

He does that half-smile that never fails to make you melt, blows you a kiss, and heads off to work.

You meet him later for lunch, having worked at home for most of the morning. In between bites of his sandwich, he excitedly talks about the graduate seminar he’d taught, and you discuss your plans for your workshop on gender and visual culture that afternoon while Ben listens attentively.

“You feeling any better?” he asks, as you brush a stray couple of crumbs from his moustache. 

“A bit. I’m sorry, I just spiralled. Probably mostly stress and frustration at my own shitty work ethic and crap ideas.”

He kisses the tips of your fingers swiftly and discreetly, and you giggle. “You have to be kinder to yourself. You’re working too hard, thinking about it too much.”

You clear your table and bring your trays to the designated area, hands brushing lightly against each other as you stroll out of the cafeteria and back towards your building and your offices. You smile to yourself at how, even now, the slightest touch from him sends a current of electricity sparking through your body.

Ben opens his office door and pulls you in for a quick kiss before you have to go and teach. He pulls away reluctantly as you whine softly. 

“Please be kinder to yourself, Lyd.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as you move into the hallway. “I’m happy to help distract you, you know.”

“I’m home, love!” 

You drop your bag beside the hall table and hang your coat up on the rack before kicking off your shoes and stretching upwards as you walk towards the kitchen, where you expect to find him. On days when you have a later teaching schedule, Ben likes to get home earlier, finish his work in his attic study, and then get dinner started for both of you.

Something delicious is cooking away in the CrockPot, but there’s no sign of your boyfriend. You pass into the dining room, noticing the light from the living room coming through the glass-panelled doors. 

Ben is sitting on the sofa, wearing his glasses - nothing out of the ordinary there. But he’s also clad in the trenchcoat he wore for his Dave Toschi costume on Halloween, which is decidedly weird. 

“Uh, baby? You okay?”

He turns to face you, arching an eyebrow and running his eyes up and down your body as if he’s appraising you. 

“Ben?”

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle.”

You scrunch your face up in absolute confusion, and wonder if you should call Jen. Maybe some kind of accident happened at work? Did he take a knock to the head?

“Ben, I’m…what the fuck is happening?”

He holds a hand up to one side of his face and does a sort of stage whisper. “Go with it, Lyd! Just an attempt at cheering you up. You want to stop, just say the word.”

You burst out laughing and shake your head. “No, I’m… I’ll see where this leads, monsieur.”

He grins in satisfaction and stands up. “Je suis Inspecteur Timothée Roquefort, and…uh, I mean, et je suis un…Parisian police homme.”

“Baby, I know your French is better than this.”

Ben holds up a hand and continues speaking in what can only be described as one of the worst comedy French accents you have ever heard. “Mademoiselle! Do not interrupt moi.”

You bite your lip, body shaking with laughter. “D’accord, monsieur.”

“I received une message at the commissariat de police that une jolie femme was…” He looks away as he thinks. “Triste parce que she is not in Pareeeeee.”

“D’accord, mais je ne sais pas pourquoi les flics doivent intervenir dans une question personnelle, en fait, et alors -” [Okay, but I don’t know why cops have to intervene in a personal matter, really, and anyway -]

Ben looks panicked, and starts to rub at one side of his moustache with his pointer finger.

“Uh… HON HON HON. OMELETTE DU FROMAGE.”

That does it. You collapse against him in a fit of laughter, eyes creased and tears rolling down your cheeks. He holds you close against him as you look up at his open, handsome face. 

“You are a very goofy man, Benjamin Morales, and I love you for it. Though I don’t really understand how I want to fuck you this badly even with that accent.”

He grins. “You want to fuck moi because je suis a sexy Parisian police homme, non?” 

He plants a kiss to your forehead as he hugs you tightly. “L’Inspecteur did have une question de plus, Lyddie.”

“Eh bien?”

You can see him struggling not to laugh as he makes a cheesy, cliched “sexy” face at you. 

“La question, s’il vous plait.”

“Well, mademoiselle…” Ben shrugs off the trenchcoat to reveal the shoulder holsters he’d worn at Halloween. The ones that had helped show you just how beautifully broad he was. The ones you’d held onto as the two of you sat as close as it was possible for two friends to sit, both taking any opportunity to make contact with the other’s body. 

The ones you’d asked him, a while back, if he’d kept. “Just because,” you’d explained. “They were kinda hot.”

You reach out and trace your fingers over the leather of the straps, biting your lip and feeling the flame of your desire building steadily into an inferno.

“La question, monsieur l’Inspecteur.”

He arches his brow and gives you his most seductive smile. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?”

You make it to the bedroom in record time, laughing as you race up the stairs and sit down on the bed as he stands in front of you. 

“Where do you want me for the, uh, investigation, monsieur l’Inspecteur?”

Ben grins delightedly and leans forward, encouraging you to lie back on the mattress as he shifts his broad form over you, arms caging your body as you run your hands over his warm, solid chest and that tummy that makes you absolutely feral. His white shirt is perfectly snug, sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, and your hips are already shifting upwards to meet his crotch, desperate for him.

You grip the shoulder holsters as Ben chuckles, bringing his head lower and whispering in your ear. “Je think that les clues are hidden dans your body.”

You both burst out laughing, but your eyes stay trained on each other, never breaking the intense intimacy and erotic power of the shared gaze. 

“You should probably do some searching, then, Inspecteur.”

Ben kisses you deeply as he moves you towards the middle of the bed and loosens his tie before unbuttoning your blouse, bringing his mouth to every new area of skin exposed. “Might be here?” he murmurs, lips brushing off the velvety flesh of your breasts before sucking on your nipples through the pink lace of your bra. 

Your back arches as you gasp. “No, don’t think so…sir.”

You feel his cock twitch in his pants at that and you smile wickedly. “Liked that, did we? Sir?”

Ben hides his face against your tummy and laughs. “Maybe.” His broad hands roam up to your shoulders as he helps you out of your blouse, before tracing the outline of your waist and the curves of your hips and ass as he unbuttons your dark green pants and slips his fingers into your panties. 

“Fuck, Ben, fuck, that’s -”

“Maybe the clues are here? What do you think, mademoiselle?”

He shifts his body down the bed and looks up at you lasciviously, eyes burning black with lust as he pulls your pants down and discards them. He eases your legs apart and you react with a gasp and a giggle as he works his way up your thighs. 

“Looking for treasure, sir?”

He laughs, low and warm, and brings his face to your core. “Found it, mademoiselle.” The heat of his mouth hits your pussy through the fabric of your panties, and you moan loudly. He hums happily as he kisses your soaking cunt, pulling the fabric aside to grant him more access before he drags them off you completely and buries his mouth between your legs. His tongue moves between your folds, flicking your clit every now and again before diving into the warm wetness of your entrance while the strong line of his nose keeps the pressure on the sensitive nub. 

The first orgasm hits you hard, and your hips bear down on Ben’s face as he groans with pleasure. He slips two fingers inside you to sustain the climax a little longer, and with the other hand unbuckles his belt and undoes his zipper, slipping off his pants and boxer briefs while he continues to massage the spot inside you that he knows, having had you so many times, will deepen the orgasm and build to an even stronger one next time.

“Need you, baby,” you whine, eyes drifting to his hard cock, tip glistening with pre-come. “Need you so badly.”

You reach up as he shifts his weight over you, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his white undervest, clinging perfectly to his gorgeous, solid form. He makes as if to take off the holsters. 

“Don’t you fucking dare take those off. They’re staying on, sir.”

He raises his eyebrows and laughs. “Oh, mademoiselle likes them, does she?”

You giggle, feeling his warm breath against your lips, and slip your fingers under the straps around his shoulders. “She really likes them, monsieur. Liked them from the first time she saw them on you.”

He kisses you hard, one hand groping your tits while the other gives his cock a few strokes as he shifts into position. “Sometimes I wish you’d told me back then, that night,” he murmurs, sucking lightly on your neck and making you cry out.

“Think we made up for lost time, though,” you gasp, tilting your head to look at his hard length notching at the wet folds of your cunt. “Please fuck me, baby.”

He slides into you in a fluid motion, moaning long and slow as he bottoms out and the tightness of your pussy takes hold around his cock. He drags back out of you slowly, luxuriantly, savouring every bump and ridge inside you and trying to restrain himself from driving back into you too quickly.

“Jesus, baby, your pussy is fucking incredible. So warm and tight for me.”

He starts to fuck you, picking up pace quickly as you keep hold of the shoulder holsters.

“Tell me, darling.”

He closes his eyes, face a perfect expression of ecstasy. “It’s just fucking perfect. Like you’re made for me, made for my cock. Made for each other.”

You tilt your pelvis slightly so that he’s grinding a little more on your clit as he moves in and out of you, and before long the friction has you coming again. Ben groans at the sensation as your pussy clenches around him and you ride out your orgasm on his cock. 

“Fuck, Lyd, I - oh, fuck.” He seems surprised at how quickly his own release comes, spilling into you while he buries his face against your neck, muttering a litany of curses and praise. 

“Oh fuck fuck fuck baby, that’s fucking it, that’s - my good fucking girl, fuck.”

When he lifts his head again, his face and upper body are drenched in sweat, dripping onto your neck and chest. He kisses you slowly, deeply, before he pulls out. You whine with pleasure at the taste of yourself, of your cunt, on his lips.

He flops back onto the bed, turning to kiss you again and stroke your cheek as he whispers his love for you, over and over.

You return the gesture, nuzzling against him, sated and feeling completely loved, completely adored, completely safe. 

The sight of the shoulder holster makes you giggle affectionately. This beautiful, goofy, sexy man, who would come up with something so silly and so sweet and so insanely hot, just to make you feel better.

“Can the inspecteur come by another time, baby? I think there might be more cases to solve.”

(tape warning by @cafekitsune; star dividers by @saradika)

#pedrotober2023 #pedrotober #tim rockford fanfiction #timothée roquefort #visiting fic #visiting masterlist #mr ben snl #mr ben au #mr ben x ofc #mr ben fanfic #professor ben x ofc #professor!ben #professor!ben x ofc #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal #pedrostories #visiting fic one shot

[sergeifyodorov]

Hughes brothers for the character ask meme?

im going to be real my first impression of quinn was from noted quinn scholar tanya txstars talking abt him. i dont even know what the first little bit was about because i was like “yeah everyone i follow just has that one guy they’re obsessed with” and then i actually saw photos of quinn and then started to Get It.

jack was the more famous of the three from the getgo. I knew he was a devil but didn’t know which one was jack and which one was nico for a while so there is that

and i’m like 90% sure my first thoughts on luke were THERE’S A THIRD ONE???

IMPRESSION NOW

Quinn: he is my scrungly. More than the generic fact that i find him hot in a wetpathetic roadside cat kind of way and that i am impressed and delighted by his skating and his ice time, I do really genuinely like him. He comes across as somehow both an idiot well-meaning jock and as an honestly intelligent man; maybe he’s just an airhead stoner. He’s the eldest daughter of our dreams. He should absolutely be the next captain of the Canucks. He’s level-headed and stands up for his teammates off the ice (talking openly about how he thinks they mishandled an injury!?) and is just… an ideal man. He’s also definitely got ghosts after him.

Jack: NIGHTMARE CHILD. I probably first started to hear his name from all the xreader writers who wanted to take him to prom, but once you actually start looking at and seeing him beyond the Boy Band Fluff, he’s… kind of a greasy sharp-toothed demon child? I do like him -- quite a good deal, to be honest, but the instant he let sweat slick his hair back and the playoffs knocked a tooth out he immediately became Interesting to me, as opposed to just some mouse.

Luke: Luke’s relative lack of screentime means my impression is a lot less nuanced than the other two: he both terrifies and excites me. Terrifies because the Devils are in my conference so i’ll have to see him three times a year… and excites because Quinn, Ellen, and Jack all say that he’s the best of the three of them. Can you BELIEVE how good that would make him. Quinn’s one of the best offensive defencemen on the planet (and pretty good defensively, despite what you might think!) and still has a few years before his peak, Jack’s a hundred-point forward at 21, and Luke is BETTER THAN BOTH OF THEM. 

FAVOURITE MOMENT

Quinn: the “taking his ESL teammates out to the movies” is endlessly charming to me… even if he picked rather a terrible movie to show to his esl teammates. also pretending to be a really bad driver at petey. Older brother supreme

Jack: either aforementioned tooth loss or any of his comedic falling-overs. Third place goes to snarking to the media… that boy wants nothing to do w any of it. If he was in toronto they’d have ripped him jaw to tailbone

Luke: overtime gwg w jack assist!!!!!!

IDEA FOR STORY

Quinn: what if i told u im partway through a quinnfic as we speak… he is dealing with the horrors surprisingly well all things considered

Jack: i am not of the opinion that he should get like. romcom fluff. he is as of yet not that type of girl. Get his ass to the mobster movie/wizard maze/indiscriminate pwp. Send him to something violent and a little bit horny and way too complicated for his little brain full of titty magazine and bits of lint. Bamboozle him and cover him in blood and let him top badly. many people are saying this

Luke: until such time as we see Character Traits from him (im not a umich girly dont tell me anything you’ve seen from there) i am content to let him remain for now a background character. he’s big and he has jack’s nose and quinn’s eyebags and he’s the baby. That’s enough

UNPOPULAR OPINION

Quinn: i am a quinn will become a leaf eventually truther. not that every born leafsfan will become a leaf at some point in their career but he will. Not because he hates it in vancouver because im pretty sure he doesn’t… just that there’s destinies out there u can’t escape. Im also a quinn will become a devil eventually anti. he’s not going to do that he likes offseason brother time and offseason brother time only

Jack: the beard is a good look on him

Luke: tall people shouldn’t have older siblings it’s wrong

FAV RELATIONSHIP

Quinn: quinnpetey kissa time. petey’s cringe little gay romanticism is now going to lead him away from brock to A Person With A Sustainable Future As a Canuck… quinn is going to let petey infringe on his space and his feelings and his bedsheets. they will hold hands through the horrors (vancouver canuckdom)

Jack: now hear me out i want us to explore whatever freudian attraction he had to pk subban. nico is cool and all but there’s more out here

Luke: not in an incestfic way but i do love his relationships w his brothers… siblings i do not understand them

FAV HEADCANON

Quinn: there was once a canucks raffle, where you could win bags each of the canucks had chosen stuff for… most of it was kind of generic. wine, a trip somewhere nice in the city, sometimes you’d get a sweater or a record or something. quinn chose cast iron pans and a cookbook. he wants to know how to cook well, he drives a reasonable car instead of petey’s fancy sports cars, he gets esl teammates to repeat his meaning back to him so he knows they understand. he’s grounded in a way few hockeys are and this is part character analysis from what we know and part extrapolation but that’s SO fascinating to me. i think he also knows stuff like how to sew on a button and clean an oven and tie a tourniquet.

Jack: could do sweet tricks on the trampoline

Luke: i dont think he’s going to take after either of his brothers in the personality department… he cares too much he’s going to suck up to the media way more when they want him. He’s avoiding that for now by being shy but he very much did puke into that garbage can at the frozen four he CARES

#asks #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #i do feel some kinship with luke as i am like. two weeks younger than him not even but so far he's not a major character yet! #he's just a legacy boy we dont have informationnn

[nordsea-horizons]

hi! i just wanted to say that you are absolutely my favorite acnh creator, i always look forward to your posts, as i find so much inspiration from your content. i love your decorating style so much, it’s so simple and almost nostalgic. i always look forward to visiting your islands, i enjoy them immensely, they give me such a warm and comforting feeling. so thank you for that!

i think it’s super neat that nordsea is your forever island. i was wondering if you would be able to post a picture of every map from each version of nordsea you’ve finished thus far. i think it would be fun to see all the different versions next to each other, to see how many ways you can design the same island. i’ve never even finished one island, but you’ve finished so many, with the same exact canvas. your creativity and talent truly knows no bounds!! :)

hii, tysm for this super sweet message😭💛 i appreciate your support so so much, thank you for taking time to write this to me😳🥺💕 sharing my islands and talking about them on here brings me a lot of comfort and makes me enjoy the game so much more!! im happy to be here and i do truly appreciate anyone who stops by my blog💛 the fact that it can be a comforting place for others and not just myself makes me feel so happy😭

now the reason it took me a minute to respond to this ask is bc of this post request! i dont mind at all if anyone wants to make a post suggestion like this, its all good and fun, but.. you really got me here😂 i dont loooove my maps in general and im also sadly terrible at saving the ones from nordsea bc the da has been the same for two years now so i dont need to keep track u know👀 i already know i dont have every single one saved so im sorry about that! however i will do this for sure with as many maps as i can find, im working on it now💕

this is the oldest map i have of nordsea! you can still see the original version and im always surprised bc this is not at all the map i would pick today👀 but yea, thats the base, i’ll get back to you on the rest😅💛

#when i started this island i didnt mean for it to be a forever island actually i just did it casually😳 #tysm again for this message! it made my day for sure💛💛 #also anon dont feel bad about not finishing an island! there is no right or wrong way to play this game! #im always a little sad that im part of making it seem like this is the way to have an island in acnh bc it really doesnt have to be! #i enjoy all types of playing and love seeing others do things completely different from myself! the most important thing is to have fun and #hopefully be creative in the way you want! #i share my islands for fun and to be part of the community! i get so much inspiration from others and enjoy all types of islands/gameplay! #i hope you can have fun on your island! truly💛💛 #reply

[yuukei-yikes]

That post str Harutaka angst hurts my heart a little but I do want it

HEH. CONFLICT IS SO FUN OKAY. haruka and takane get along too well i need a little something to have fun with.... also thank u for sending this im totally using it as an excuse to talk about it. i went crazy in this ask sorry

ok. i KNOW forward by winterhats exists...... and thank god it does 🙏in case u havent read it erm read it. thats like harutaka content 101... not to spoil stuff but something about haruka not telling takane abt his condition Does take place in that fic. but the thing with that fic is haruka has no memories.... (post str no memory haruka is a concept i was never a fan of bc it doesnt rly make sense to me?? Still love forward though🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏) SO IM THINKING OF a canon situation with haruka remembering fine yknow...

logically i think takane would be sad rather than angry once finding out. also she'd hear it from shintaro who is the only one who knew, aside from kenjirou but he's x_x post str💔 so shintaro it is. also it's such a shintaro thing to do isnt it?? accidentally mention it to takane or assume she knew and realise he messed up like, way too late. like he already said it like 5 times before he realised takane is asking him to repeat it so many times precisely because SHE DIDN'T KNOW

like i said i think its kinda a fragile thing because God its so sad. how could u even get mad at someone for choosing not to say they're dying. so yeah logically takane Would be mostly sad about both the sad reality haruka was living AND how she wasn't told, because to her it means haruka didnt trust her or maybe felt he couldnt count on her.

im abt to overanalyse: personally from a writing point of view i think the reason haruka doesnt tell takane is because headphone actor was already written and the narrative where takane doesnt know was already there. haruka's 1 year to live thing was written a lot after, with over the dimension. but besides that: from a character standpoint, of course haruka wouldn't tell takane. she is the last person he wants to worry and the one he wants the most happy memories with. and something important about haruka and takane's relationship is the fact neither knows much about each others conditions. in both their povs upon introducing each other to the audience, they both explain their illnesses briefly. they both say "i havent asked much". to me its always been about haruka and takane deeply relating to each other about people feeling sorry for them. so they dont owe each other the explanations theyre so used to giving to others! so to me, haruka doesnt tell takane because 1.he doesnt want her to worry more than she already does 2.he wants to have happy memories of her 3. related to that, doesnt want her to look at him differently. she is the one person who gets it. if he were to come clean abt it, he'd lose it. besides, haruka tells shintaro by the time he's like. LOSING HIS MIND and really deeply depressed abt the situation. kenjirou also knows... but haruka's father could've told him since its mentioned they used to be colleagues. personally i think haruka told him himself, since he also mentions kenjirou is the only adult he's ok sharing stuff with, so in a way its implied if ur delusional like me.

erm. anyways. i got a little sidetrack IM GONNA GET TO IT OKAY its just, haruka's dying words for takane man. don't cry anymore, you're gonna meet so many new people, etc. he basically tells her he is just 1 person in the long long life he assumes she will have. theyre best friends, he knew takane would mourn him terribly and thats why he thinks all that stuff he cant actually tell her.. augh haruka's goodbye to takane always gets me so so badly. bc he KNEW... like, ene lives in so much regret for not telling haruka how she felt but haruka died knowing she loved him. even if he didnt know it was romantic, he still knew she loved him :( i was going somewhere with this. (pacing around my room) oh yeah. his dying words. haruka doesn't convey all this to takane while he has the chance because of the stuff i said before but the most important was number 3. he doesnt want takane to look at him differently. plus everything he says while he is dying... god id post the whole screenshot. but he says "dont get mad at anyone but me" "please dont cry anymore" "im so sorry youve given me so much and i couldnt give back" he... doesn't Want to see takane upset. he knows she will be upset anyway but its like. at least he wont be around to see it, in a way. we could see this as kind of selfish but like The guy's dying come ON. i think he has the right to do that. lol.

WELLLL COMING BACK TO THE ORIGINAL APPROACH LMAO.. takane finding out post str....... i went on that tangent to defend haruka precisely cuz i dont think takane would be genuinely mad. its a tricky situation and its not like she can be like WELL BUT U KNEW AND U DIDNT WARN ME!?!?!?!? Like THAT IS a pretty lame position to take. HOWEVER. CONFLICT (PUTS HANDS DOWN) i think takane just needs to be mad

WHILE TAKANE WOULD BE MORE UPSET THAN MAD she IS also super impulsive. like insanely impulsive <- finds out she loves haruka and immediately runs for it even if it terrified her. so in the spur of the moment she blows up on haruka about it LOL like as SOON as she finds out. like i imagine she probably hears it from shintaro and like immediately leaves mid conversation to go find haruka and yell at him. that kind of thing.

and haruka's all like 😨😨😨 and he's stuttering cuz HE HAS AN ANSWER ABT WHY HE DIDNT TELL HER IT JUST SOUNDS RLY BAD LIKE "ERM I DIDNT WANT TO SEE U UPSET❤️" like in over the dimension haruka does get pretty nervous when takane starts pressing even if its as a joke. so especially with something so sensitive he has no idea what to do. i think he'd try to be all composed though bc its Post Str and idk str haruka is so. ethereal he is so calm isn't he. i think he would get nervous initially and then get himself together but ends up coming off as dismissive. so hes like i didnt tell you.....because i didnt want to❤️ and takane probably just needed to be mad for a little bit and was gonna get over it and be sad but hearing that just makes her so damn upset for realsies and haruka notices how she changed from😡 to 😐 and hes immediately like oh takane.... no... i didnt mean it like that...i just mean...OH DONT MAKE THAT FACE I DIDNT MEAN IT... and takane's like NOO DONT TOUCH ME WHATEVER IM LEAVINGGG unnecessary conflict in a romcom vibes

conflict probably lasts like. a day or something. a week tops. its harder for haruka than for takane. takane finds it a little refreshing i think its also cool to link it to all the other headcanons abt haruka being super desperate to be in company because erm Daze confinement gang🙏💥 while takane's a little like. i havent had a minute to myself in 11 days. so this distance actually helps her a little while haruka is like Hour 5 without my girlfriend I've cried so much i cant see anymore

they both feel like shit and do spend the time trying to see the situation from each other's perspectives though so takane realises she's being self centered and stupid and admits she just wanted to be angry and took it out on the first thing she could grasp at. but it was unfair. takane will apologize first and probably tells him she doesn't need or want him to "protect" her feelings and wants him to count on her from now onward. haruka's like *nod nod nod nod nod nod* and thanks her for apologizing. hed try to also apologize but takane doesnt accept it bc he wasnt wrong it was her who was unfair. hehe. i think he'd be crying so hard too bc to him its all these feelings coming back abt how he felt when he died and all the things he thought of telling her then. maybe he would tell her abt it, like i was thinking about all the people you'd meet and how u should be happy and not cry for me. and how in disbelief he still is that theyre together. sorry im. auauggagaggsgsggqgggg

all this just for me 2 enjoy the mental image of the little time in between where theyre awkward around each other and takane wants a little distance for a bit. i think itd be funny to see haruka being totally pathetic abt takane not paying attention to him. anyways. yeah. something like that i guess

#kagenalysis #headcanons #harutaka #ask tag

[swaqcenix]

thank you very much! haha, wow, now I'm cool and your favorite anon….. these hashtags made me snigger maliciously. 🙂

thank you so much for your support and everything you wrote. it's really important to me and helps me feel a little more confident.":) and you can congratulate me, I really got the first place.

And OH MY GOD, I'M GOING TO TRY MY BEST, and WHAT ARE U TOLLKING ABOUT, of course I'm going to LOVE your future work. pfft, I see Peggy in the fanfiction - I automatically "❤️" it and get ready to wish happiness to the author and his whole family. lol.

I love discussing plots and the behavior of characters, although I don't seem to really like spoilers........👁👁 however, judging by your words, the main cherry on the cake in this fanfiction has not yet been revealed. and that's good. ;)

Hmm, "the visit"? Is this the movie that Kathryn Hahn played in? If so, I watched it. Really strange movie, which is more psychologically depressing than frightening, to be honest … and thank you!! you're so caring, it makes me mentally squeak.☠️

I don't know why I react this way to any good contacts with people.😐

annddd wow.. wow. you're right. I was somewhat struck by your words about all this. just this fact that someone remembers the phrases of their favorite characters and make some conclusions from it. Also, your words about the concept and much more. And oh my God, you're making me blush, stop it, fkljgkfdga 👽 also, I'm glad to be a good listener for you. 🦋

to be honest, sometimes I think that the profession of my dreams would be just to sit silently and listen to people talking about some fragments of their lives and some clever thoughts.

...

although, probably, this place is occupied by God.👍

or psychologists. in some way. or priests.

Oh, you little naughty girl! for unauthorized interference with the work of my brain and its suspension, you are obliged to compensate for the damage by writing and publishing fan fiction, which I'm looking forward to.

OH MY GOD, THE DETAILS.

wow, so much sense! I love it!(!!!) seems like when i wiil review this terribly boring movie, sorry. I watched it just for Peggy movie, I will always remember you and this fan fiction, lol honestly, I don't even know what to think looking at these photos. but it looks like it's connected to the past. perhaps the reader is someone who has been with Peggy in the past and seeing alive reader from other universe now, with Wanda, Peggy will… like…

*shows a brain explosion with hands*

you know?

well, i dont🤡

hmmm.

BAAHAHAHAHA now you're my main reason why I obsessively check tumblr all the time. thank you

by the way, do you want to exchange with me three songs that you like at this point in time? here are my:

the dismemberment song, blue kid

runs in the family, amanda palmer

крепость, дайте танк(!)

if you want, I could translate the last song for you. I know russian well enough :)

you are my favourite anon and the sweetest fr! no jokes intended little anon :) you sniggering bless you! 💌

no worries the support is meant and i'm so glad you're getting some confidence it's all you can do is just try and be yourself. I'm SO PROUD OF YOU, you really deserved that congratulations darling! <3

see you say that now i'm just shaking that it goes to plan, but hopefully it should! bahahaha, i feel you there when it comes to seeing that just instant like fr 💗

oh heaven forbid no, i wouldn't spoil it for you dear you'd need to the excitement and the surprise built up enough! the cherry on the cake is yet to be revealed you'll love it though :)) i hope

yes that one!! don't ask why i enjoy it so much, maybe it purely is for the little kathryn content we get hun, but idk i have some strange taste in films i just enjoy anything that's horror or suspense for the adrenaline. oh sweet that's adorable your little squeaks? 🥹

heyy your reactions are valid okay? remember that it's a safe space here for a reason! <3 🍓

as you can tell i do have an enjoyment going into depth with my work and my thoughts. i thrive on indulging etc, i really do enjoy it! <3 aww you're blushing, so cute! no i love it you're genuinely so sweet love! 💌

that's a really interesting concept tbh, you're more of a listener i love that. the listeners of this world are like wind through the breeze and the whisper of a river, calm and there collected with their thoughts :))

perhaps it is, i always do enjoy indulging in thoughts i can often get carried away with!

oh yes, i do tend to be a naughty little girl a lot 😌 but okay i suppose i'll compensate through this fanfic, besides it's for the best anon right! 🫶

ahhh yes see, i didn't mind the movie tbh i definitely had seen it's pro's and con's. i'm so glad you liked my little analysis of characters sweetie! HMMM perhaps it is perhaps it isn't i shall reveal nothing. 🤭 my secrets for the fanfic is yet to be revealed but that made me smile that you'll think of this fic fr! <3

AHAHHA brain explosion you do make me laugh, i love reading you little messages! sweet sweet anon, you're so kind! i'm the main reason? i better up my game if that's the case then 🥹

i'll give those a listen as soon as i post this tell love!! <3 fun fact i do speak quite a bit of russian so i should be okay 😌

My three songs i'll share with you are:

• Pray - Zana

• La De La Mala Suerte- Jesse and Joy (i can help if you don't quite understand the lyrics or it's meaning!!💌)

• Feels Like Coming Home- Jetta <33

stay safe sweetie! :))

#cute anon <3 #they're such a bean #anon! 💌 #my lil heart #kazasks ღ

[neon1010]

A New World Fool- Ch. 3- Punch de Ouch

1.5k words

Content warnings/endnotes: Content warnings:

-References/implications of possible noncon (nothing happens tho dw)

-Fighting-typical violence, but mostly offscreen. Nothing major.

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Nanako isn't stupid. She even owns a whistle for these kinds of situations, though right now it's buried under a year’s worth of stuff. Nanako knew she should have been paying more attention to the things around her, especially being somewhere new, but she wasn't expecting to get mugged on her first day.

“Hey, dollface.”

Oh, God.

Nanako turns around, facing three boys (likely around her age), and feels her hands shake as she brings the arm holding her phone down to her side. The one at the front of the trio continues talking.

“Hey- how about you make it easy for everyone and just hand over your bag?” His voice takes on a tone which was likely an attempt to sound suave, but sounding totally sleazy instead.

“Would hate to have to gang up on a girl- three of us, one of you… anything could happen.” He threatened. One of his hands was still in his pocket, and he grinned, looking her up and down. It reminded her of a shark.

‘...That’s fucking disgusting you womanizing built-like-a-bus bitch.’

All potentially nice or sympathetic thoughts ditched Nanako, who immediately got the ick and decided. There was no way in absolute hell she would let any of these guys do anything to her. She slid her backpack off of her shoulders, pretending it didn'thold all of her personal belongings and wasn’tdesperately heavy. She took a shaky breath, preparing her legs to run like hell, and-

CRACK!

A fist connected with the boy's nose. The two behind them dropped their jaws and widened their eyes, jumping back a bit at the suddenness of the movement. It wasn’t Nanako who had hit him (not to say she wasn't planning on it), but a stranger. 

Appearing as a blue blur at first, he barked out a laugh, the stranger's steely grey eyes shining like gunmetal in the dim light of the alley. He tossed his dark bangs out of his eyes and got into a fighting stance as the other boys quickly turned to him. His haircut vaguely reminded Nanako of her brother’s.

“Ganging up on a girl?! S-so not cool.” There was a slight stutter to one of his words, Nanako noticed, as she slowly put her bag back over her shoulders. She quickly and quietly slipped out of the alley. This was a fight she preferred to be out of, and decided that it would be best to just run to the apartment and call the police once she was inside.

…If it wasn't for the fact she could totally hear the guy who stepped in for her getting the shit kicked out of him. Apparently that one punch was all he had. Nanako stood outside of the alleyway, her legs shaking. It would be totally terrible of her to leave him right now! The moral dilemma froze her in place, leaving her standing off to the side of the alley.

The voices coming from the area got a bit louder.

“Hey, you- augh!”

“ Hirooo-”  A voice growled- “Quit fucking shit u-!!!”

“Jesus!”

“Then quit-”

“Hey, grab his arms!”

After what felt like a minute or two of audible struggle, the other boys left the alley.

“Stop fucking with us. Swear to god…”

Nanako listened for about a minute until she was sure they had left. She hadn't heard the stranger move, so she cautiously walked in to check on him.

The boy was collapsed next to a garbage bag, but he wasn't unconscious. Nanako could see him looking up at the quickly darkening sky, filled with clouds and nothing, unlike the stars back home. Nanako was reminded of the time, and hoped that the landlord would take pity on her later.

As Nanako moved forward, she noticed that he already had some bandages on his face and arms, so it could be inferred that the boy had gotten into a few scuffles before.

His eyes slid over to her, widening when he realized who it was. He immediately straightened up, though unsuccessful as he let out a short groan of pain, slinking back down.

“I have some first aid supplies in my bag… Do you need any?” The answer was obvious, but Nanako thought it was best to ask rather than just start handing over bandages.

“Uh… Sshhhure.” He agreed, taking the hand Nanako offered and standing up, nodding. Nanako brought her bag around and started to unzip it, but…

“I have a lot of stuff in this bag and I can't really empty everything out here… My apartment is nearby. Do you mind?”

The boy shook his head.

“Not r-really.” He stuttered out, looking a little panicked that Nanako had spoken up again.

---

The walk back was… Awkward was probably the nicest way to put it.

“What’s your name?”

“Hiroyuki. Aoyama. Most people just call me Hh-Hiro for short, though…”

“Cool.” Nanako nodded. “I’m Nanako Dojima.” Hiro nodded back at her.

“C-cool.” He mumbled. Nanako wondered about the stutter, but decided it was rude to ask him about that when they barely knew each other. For god’s sake, he had saved (kind of) her from the guys that were about to mug her (but not really, given that she was about to hit one of them and run away)!

The rest of the walk was silent.

---

“It’s just you.. Right?” Nanako sweated as her landlord handed her the keys. Hiro shrunk a bit under her piercing glare, but Nanako stayed strong.

“Yeah.” And no tone, expression, or further explanation used! What a great start with the woman whose mercy she would be living under for a year.

It reminded Nanako of something her brother would do, just deadpanning it with nothing else, she thought, suppressing a smile. Miss Tojo was already examining her ruthlessly, and there was no need to make her any more annoyed.

Nanako opened the door, feeling Miss Tojo’s judgmental gaze on her.

“Good night, Miss Dojima.” And with that, Nanako’s landlord made her exit, heading down the stairs.

The two entered the apartment which was cleaned to perfection and came with a futon, storage shelf, TV, stove and microwave, and a low table to eat at. Nanako set her bag down on the table, opening it and taking some of the items out as Hiro hovered awkwardly by the door.

Nanako gestured for him to come by the table once she found the kit. It was a bit old, given to her by Kanji when he first taught her how to sew. Nanako’s kept it stocked throughout the years, and even added some larger bandages and disinfectant, mostly as weird ‘just in case’ afterthoughts.

She handed him the kit, wondering why exactly she invited him over. Hiro could probably buy this stuff at a convenience store. Maybe she felt bad about ditching him? There's not much she could have done, though, an-

“Um… Do you go to Kojiki academy? I-I didn't really mean to look, but I saw your uniform.” Hiro piped up, gesturing to the pile of Nanako’s clothes and belongings on the table. “I-I go there, too!” He continued nervously, “I’m in the Arts department. Music, specifically. You? Arts or S-stem, I mean.”

“Oh! Same as you…” Nanako said. “Take what you need.” She nodded to the first aid kit which Hiro was still holding. “I play piano… that’s actually how I got into the school. You?”

“Harp…” Nanako must have looked at him funny, because he started talking again. “I-I know- I know I don’t look the type, but I do! I’m pretty good at it, too…” His tone brightened a bit at the last sentence, clearly proud of himself. 

Hiro unwrapped one of the bandages and put it on his knee, which was pretty easy since he was wearing ripped jeans. “There’s not much that’s bleeding, s-so… but, um yeah. Nice to know we're in the same area. I-if you're a second year, we might be in the same class… I’m pretty sure there’s a band and ac-academics trip in September.” Hiro went on. Nanako smiled.

“That sounds fun. And yeah, I am a second year student.” Nanako confirmed, glancing at the microwave. “It’s pretty late… School starts tomorrow. You should probably get going before your parents worry.” Hiro nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I guess… Um, than-thank you for the bandages.”

---

As she held the door open for Hiro, Nanako had an idea.

“Hey, I don’t really have anything to do after school… Would you like to go somewhere tomorrow? I found a cafe near here, and I do want to go back sometime. I’ll pay, as thanks for… helping me back in that alley.” Nanako hoped the pause in her sentence wasn't noticeable. Hiro smiled back at her, giving a thumbs-up.

“Aaallllright.” He then turned away, jumping down the stairs two steps at a time.

Distantly, Nanako thought about a song involving a small town girl living in a lonely world. Nanako figured that wasn't going to be her this year.

Though, she seriously needed to avoid her landlord as much as possible from now on.

---

Tysm for reading!!! 💚💚💚 Also- TV world next chapter!

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[icharchivist]

Beelzebub as a partner would be like a coach

If you fuck up he yells at you to do 500 jumping jacks as punishment or run 5 miles, regardless of weather. You clearly suck as a gamer, so he's going to make you less puny

Lowain would be such a backseat gamer, he and his bros would give you contradicting advice

Ladiva would be so sweet and loving...

Percival develops a complicated battle plan for you, but I'm curious just how tsundere he would be with the player

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SO TRUE about Beelzebub, he'd just be terrible like that.

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[blue-rphub]

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[decadentcollectorenemy]

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[tomanpeach]

i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this – virgin!kuroo x virgin!reader

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!!! characters are aged up to their 20s!! anon asked me to write kuroo and u know what i had somethin cookin already bc that's my MAN! also this was something completely different at first and then i pivoted and now here we are!! enjoy!!! <3

content: loss of viriginity, mentions of alcohol/drinking, fingering, nipple play, lots of cursing sorry it's in everything i do, best friends who lose their v card to each other uwu

word count: 4,276

“did you still wanna go to that thing yaku's friends are throwing?” kuroo asks, giving you a sidelong glance from the couch. the two of you are having a very typical evening, watching shitty movies and eating snacks in his apartment.

you and kuroo had been best friends since freshman year at nekoma. you’d been assigned as biology lab partners and had both assumed that the other would not be of any help at all in your assignments. so you were equally surprised when you found that you had both shown up ready to work. soon, afternoons working on bio labs turned into evenings watching movies and talking, or meeting up everyday after kuroo finished practice to do your homework and study together during volleyball season. you started spending every weekend together in cafes, at each others' houses, in the park, wherever you were able to talk and laugh and hang out together.

on this particular friday night, you were curled up in a beanbag chair next to the couch kuroo was splayed out on, a bag of chips at your side and two cans of hard cider on the coffee table.

“hello?” kuroo tosses a pretzel at you. “are we going?”

“i’m thinking,” you throw the pretzel back, making him chuckle. “if we go we should be less sober.”

he nods, “oh, absolutely.”

“truth or dare or drink?” you hand him his can.

the corner of his mouth turns up in an amused smirk, “dare, obviously.”

you rise out of the beanbag and plop onto the couch across from him. “i dare you to finish that.”

“you’re terrible at this game,” he rolls his eyes and starts chugging.

he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles at you, “your turn.”

“truth.”

kuroo has the most devious look on his face as he considers the invasive, obnoxious questions he can ask to tease you with. “have you fucked anyone we went to high school with?”

your brow furrows, “no.”

“what’s that look?” he cocks an eyebrow. “the penalty for lying is a drink, you know...”

“i’m not lying. and i would have told you, probably.”

“but how can i know that for sure?”

“because i’ve never fucked anyone,” you say finally with a shrug. “so it’s a no.”

“really?” his eyes widen at the confession. “no way."

"no way what?" you wrinkle your nose, crossing your arms across your chest. you wouldn't put it past kuroo to tease you, it was in his nature, but it still feels a little obnoxious for such a topic.

"no way that you’re a virgin, too.”

“too?!” you blurt, a laugh following the word. “you’re so annoying. don't make fun of me for that, it's not a big deal.”

“i'm not making fun of you," he chuckles. "i'm sexy as fuck and i've never had sex, obviously it's not a big deal."

“tetsuro, shut up!” you burst out laughing. “i’ve literally walked in on you with a girl before. remember that party where-”

“please don’t.” he has half a mind to lurch forward to cover your mouth. “i hate thinking about that.”

“i know, but you guys were-”

“she sucked my dick,” he cuts you off again. “that's what you walked in on. which, tmi, but if you hadn't come in i think she literally might have fuckin’ bit down on my dick, i was so terrified. when you left i finished and ran for my fuckin’ life. that was all that happened.”

you stare back at him with vague disgust and more than a little confusion. your gorgeous best friend, who women had worshipped and fawned over since high school and until this very day, who had so openly just described getting a blow job in a bedroom at a party to you, was still a virgin, too?

“but you’ve had girlfriends.

“and you’ve had boyfriends.”

you let out a long, slow exhale. he’s watching you intently, laid back on the couch so casually it’s almost annoying. he just doesn’t want to give away how eager he is, how fucking fast his heart is racing at the possibility of what could unfold in the next few moments. the air in the room seems to buzz with electricity, heavy tension from the confessions you'd both just made waits to be broken.

you clear your throat, “have you ever felt like you just wanna do it and be done with it?"

he nods, "'course i have."

"me too," you admit, suddenly having trouble meeting his piercing stare. "maybe... i guess, we could help each other get it out of the way? y’know, do it with someone we know and trust?"

“yeah?” a cheshire cat smile spreads across kuroo's face. “do you trust me that much?”

“you know i do, idiot,” it comes out softer than you expect. you really do trust him more than anyone. if you were going to lose your virginity like this, there was no one who made more sense than kuroo.

"okay then." he starts to move toward you so slowly you almost don’t realize it's happening until he’s right in front of you, face inches from yours.

“are we really gonna kiss?” you ask suddenly and you both burst into a fit of giggles.

“it'll probably be fun, right?” he nudges your shoulder reassuringly. “like, what the fuck do we do together that isn’t fun?” you nod enthusiastically and agree, “it’ll be fun.”

kuroo takes your face in his hands, both of you fighting hard to keep straight faces. “count me down,” he says firmly, face tight. you let a laugh slip, “sorry. okay, ready. 3… 2… 1… go.”

he pulls your face to his, and you feel the soft press of his full lips against yours. your brain no longer wants to laugh about the idea of kissing kuroo because holy fucking shit you were actually kissing kuroo.

his lips twitch, unsure if he should move his mouth and deepen the kiss or not. you decide for him, experimentally swiping your tongue along the seam of his lips. they part easily, his tongue sliding out to meet yours and before you know it, he’s pulling you onto his lap so the two of you can make out.

you decide that he's a good kisser. a great kisser, even. his soft lips move fluidly against yours, his tongue in your mouth makes your head spin.

“we should’ve started doing this a long time ago,” he mumbles between kisses, making you laugh. “we wouldn’t have had to sit through so many awful movies.”

“well, you live and you learn," you deadpan, making him laugh. an intrusive thought begs you to try kissing down kuroo's throat. you pull away from the kiss to suck a mark just below his jaw and he grunts, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “good?” you smile at him triumphantly. “yeah, here...” he tips your head to the side with his large hands, so that he can to do the same thing on your neck. “ooohhh,” you mewl. “good. yeah. very good.”

as kuroo continues to mark up the soft skin of your throat, you grind your hips down into his lap without thinking. “oh, getting right to it, huh?” he teases. before you can reply he lifts his own hips up to meet yours. the pressure makes you whine, especially when you feel the hard length beneath his sweatpants press right against your sensitive cunt.

“you know i’ve gotten head before,” he says in your ear. “but what’s the farthest you’ve ever gone?”

you tense, tightening your grip just a little where your hands are placed on his shoulders. “are you gonna make fun of me if i tell you?”

he shakes his head. his eyes are warm and genuine as they look back into yours.

“just kissing.”

“oh, that's fucking awesome."

you can tell he really means it. the reaction surprises you at first but you start to understand as soon as he’s peeling your shorts down and ghosting his fingertips over your panties.

the growing patch of wetness on the fabric makes his heart swell with pride. he’s having this effect on you. he’s doing this.

“so i’m the first guy to touch you like this?” he asks breathlessly. you nod, face showing clear signs of nervousness. “if you want to stop we can stop,” he says firmly. you shake your head, “n-no, i'm okay. keep going. please.”

with a look of unparalleled joy on his face, kuroo tugs down your underwear. he runs his middle and ring fingers up and down between your soaked folds, being as delicate and respectful as if he were touching a priceless museum artifact. bringing his fingers up to his face, he gawks at the way the coated digits glisten.

“fuck, that’s really fuckin’ hot,” he breaths. “you’re so wet.”

he traces down your slit again, experimentally allowing his middle finger to gently prod at your clenching hole. watching your face for a reaction, he sinks the finger inside you to the knuckle. you whimper, hips pressing down toward his hand. he adds his ring finger so there are two long, callused fingers settled snugly in your pussy.

there’s a slight stretch, but not to the point of being uncomfortable. it’s a fuller feeling than when you’ve done this yourself, your own fingers not quite the size of a massive volleyball player’s.

he starts to pump his fingers in and out, slowly at first, feeling how the soft walls of muscle contract around his digits as they move. kuroo can’t take his eyes off your cunt sucking his fingers in so hungrily, squelching like a fucking porn video.

“does that feel okay?” he asks, despite the way you’re clearly rolling your hips along with the thrust of his fingers. “mhmmm,” you nod, leaning in to kiss him again. as you’re licking into his mouth, your hand closes around his wrist. he bubbles with anticipation as you pull his hand higher, his fingers sliding out of you and coming to rest on your clit. he feels so stupid for not thinking about that himself.

now that you’ve shown him where you need him, he takes charge again. he uses the wetness that’s coating his fingers as lubrication and circles the nubs with his fingertips, applying a gentle pressure. the way you start to whimper and whine, he’s thinking he might be doing something right.

a moment later, kuroo decides to stuff his fingers back inside you and work your clit with his thumb. with both together, you’re trying desperately to muffle your moans by burying your face in kuroo’s shoulder. “tetsuro…” you whine, breath hot against his neck.

“please say my name like that again, holy shit,” he begs, fingers speeding up their ministrations reflexively. you do, starting to repeat it over and over as he continues to bring you closer to your first orgasm brought about by someone else. your fingernails dig into his t-shirt, you cling to him tightly. your legs struggle to hold you up, shaking as you finally release, cumming around his pumping fingers.

kuroo mumbles an impressed “fuck” under his breath. he can’t help but imagine what this feeling— of your tight little hole fluttering as you reach your high— might feel like if it were wrapped around his cock. while he’s lost in those thoughts, you have to reach down to stop his still moving hand as the stimulation on your clit becomes too much.

“wow, i…” you try to make a complete sentence that doesn’t sound embarrassing.

“you came,” he finishes for you.

you hide your face in his shoulder, blushing at how casually he says it, “that’s just too weird like, why would i tell you that i came?”

“because i’m the one who made you cum!” he says, throwing his head back to laugh.

you cover his mouth with your hand, “i just don’t like the word, okay?!”

he smiles into your hand, leaving a soft kiss in your palm before removing it from his face. he keeps your hand in his, though. “did you like the feeling at least?” he asks, tone a bit more serious. you can’t hide your smile as you nod back at him, “yeah, that part was great. why are you so good at that?”

he shrugs, “watching porn, maybe.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head in the hopes of shaking the words from your memory while he just laughs again.

kuroo takes your hips in his hands and gingerly lifts you off his lap. "come on," he stands up and offers his hand.

you let him lead you to his bedroom. anticipation is building in your stomach, the fire of arousal already reigniting.

kuroo tugs you closer, kissing you beside his bed. "you still want to do this?" he asks.

you nod, "i really do."

he smiles against your lips as he leans in to kiss you again, a new hunger behind it. you can hardly think with the way his tongue slips back into your mouth, large hands spreading wide across your back.

you slide your hands up under his shirt and the muscles of his stomach tighten. "tickles," he says softly, making you giggle. he lets you pull his shirt up over his head and take in the view for a few blessed moments.

you'd seen him without his shirt on before, of course. like most of the boys you knew who played sports, when he got sweaty, he took his shirt off. you actually felt like the appearance of his chiseled body was quite familiar to you. but in this context, it was so different. this wasn't after a volleyball game or at a pool party. from the way his breath hitched as you ran your hands down his chest, you knew that he was thinking the same thing.

kuroo's fingers fumble at the hem of your shirt next. "can i...?" he asks politely. you raise your arms to help him and he lifts your shirt off in one easy motion.

while his body was fairly familiar, nothing could have prepared kuroo for seeing yours. "you're beautiful," the words slip out before he can stop them. and why should he, really? you do look beautiful with your smooth skin and doe eyed innocence. he's drinking in the sight of you standing in front of him in your bra and ruined panties with wide eyes, glancing over the swell of your breasts, the way your hair falls on your bare shoulders. somehow his dick gets even harder.

you're sure you're blushing from the way your best friend's eyes are roaming across every inch of your skin. you're beautiful. had he meant that? was it just the heat of the moment, or one friend trying to reassure another?

whatever it was, it made you feel good– empowered. you reach behind your back and unhook the clasp of your bra. pulling your arms out of the straps you let the garment fall to your feet. "fuck," he hisses out, wasting no time in cupping your tits in his hands, giving them a rough squeeze. fingers toy with your nipples. he gives them each a pinch and you whimper. "i love getting a sound like that out of you," he admits, eyes darkening as he peers down at you. to further his point, he pinches again, slightly harder. you whine, hands flying up to grip his wrists. it's not too much, though, just surprising how the small gesture has sent such a flood of heat to your cunt.

kuroo sits at the edge of his bed, pulling you to stand between his legs. now that he's sitting he's at the perfect height to capture one of your pert nipples into his mouth. "oh, my god," you keen, grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of his head. "that's so nice. fuck, tetsu." you swear you can feel him smiling smugly.

he switches sides, suckling with his eyes closed, looking completely enthralled in the task. one hand remains on your breast while his other hand gropes at a handful of your ass.

"tetsuro," you whimper, running a hand through his dark locks. he releases your nipple and looks up at your with expectant eyes.

"let's have sex. please."

you yelp as he tugs you down onto the mattress and stands over you next to the bed. he unzips his dark jeans, sliding them down his legs and kicking them away. your eyes immediately lock onto the impressive member that's straining against his grey boxers. he climbs on the bed, straddling you.

you reach for him greedily, palming him through his boxers. he tries to stifle a groan at the contact, at the sight of your small hand holding his hot length. he twitches in your grip, the small wet spot on his underwear where he's leaking precum growing a bit.

you tug down the front of his boxers. kuroo tenses as the air hits his sensitive cock, and lets out a low groan when he sees how eagerly you're eyeing his length.

"it's so big," you mumble in awe. looking up at him, he sees a flash of desire in your eyes.

"how would you know?" he teases, holding your chin delicately.

"i just do," you smirk back at him.

his cock is big, there’s no doubt about that. and while he's correct that your frame of reference is not the most extensive, looking at the way his cock falls from his boxers unable to stand up erect under its own weight coupled with the pulsing veins running up the underside and his heavy balls, you know he must be objectively large.

kuroo's painfully hard now. you don't even realize the effect you're having on him, but every little thing you do is making his need to be inside you grow.

he hooks his fingers into your panties and looks up to you for approval which you give in the form of a giggle and a nod. you lift your hips a little so he can drag the underwear down your legs and drop them on the floor.

"will you..." he begins slowly. "you should spread your legs, okay?"

you let your legs fall open for him and he swears his heart nearly stops beating. the sight of your pussy lips spreading open for him, at his command, makes him feel lightheaded.

he feels like looking at you this way is illegal, like it's against the law to see you spread out for him, your cunt and the insides of your thighs so lewdly glistening with your arousal from when he'd fucked you with his fingers.

desire is eating away at kuroo's sanity. he wonders if he could cum untouched just from the sight of your pussy, your heavy tits, and the innocent little look on your face on his sheets.

"where'd you go?" you ask in a small voice, reaching a hand out. he takes it gladly, bending to kiss you softly.

"you're driving me crazy," he admits, earning a chuckle from you. "you have no idea how fucking sexy you look on my bed like this."

"you don't look too bad yourself."

as you kiss, he fists his cock, pumping it a few times. he reaches for the drawer of his bedside table and rifles through the contents for a condom. you raise an eyebrow at him. "i had girlfriends," he explains sheepishly. "i thought i should at least be prepared just in case." you throw your head back and laugh, secretly very thankful that he never had a use for the condoms until now.

he rolls it on and positions himself between your legs, one hand guiding his cock, the other still holding your hand tightly.

"are you ready?"

you nod, "are you?" he nods back. you share a reassuring look before his attention is between your thighs.

the moment you feel the hot tip of his cock against your folds you suck in a sharp breath. kuroo squeezes your hand and his flushed cockhead breaches your entrance. you yelp, the stretch exponentially more intense than when it was his fingers. he’s only got his head in you before he pauses and looks into your face. “are you okay? 's so fuckin tight." you nod and he continues pressing in.

when he’s fully sheathed inside you, you sigh out a big breathe. the fullness feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced, like you’re splitting open at the seams. and kuroo, your best friend in the world, is seated there between your legs, holding your hand and watching you with great concern to make sure you’re alright. granted, it’s his cock you’re wrapped around, that's making your head spin and your pussy ache, but he’s doing everything he can do make sure it isn’t too much for you.

he plants one hand beside your head, the other settling at your waist. his thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip, eyes still fixed on yours, waiting for your discomfort to pass. “when you’re ready, i’ll move,” he says evenly. you suddenly remember that it’s his first time, too. "how does it feel for you?" you manage.

"un-fucking-believable."

his cock is buried deep inside you and that feeling alone– of your walls clenching around him– is almost enough to make him cum. he’s doing a hell of a lot of mental work to restrain himself from desperately pounding into you and chasing his high.

“you can move,” you tell him after a few moments, bracing yourself by tightly gripping his wrist next to your head. “i’ll go slow,” he soothes, sliding his cock almost all the way out before pressing right back in. you cry out at the sensation of him filling you so completely every time his hips meet yours. the tip of his cock is reaching so deep inside you, you’re nearly seeing stars.

but moving helps the pain melt away, and you choke out a moan as it starts to feel fucking good.

“go a little faster,” you blurt and his eyes snap to yours. “please. if you can.”

“are you sure?”

“pleeeaaase, tetsuro,” you whimper, lifting your hips to meet his. “i can handle it. more.”

kuroo lets out a low groan. something about your drawn out please, the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth while he’s stuffed inside you, it drives him fucking insane.

every ounce of his willpower is being spent on trying not to cum. it feels amazing— fucking euphoric— and it has from the moment he was inside you. but now, thrusting into your sopping hole, he doesn’t want it to end by cumming too soon.

you're not making it easy, though. you're clenching down on his cock, jerking your hips around, making some of the most salacious noises he's ever heard. but you asked him to fuck you faster and who the hell is he to deny you??

he leans forward a bit, angling his hips a slightly different way. you nearly scream, "OH FUCK!"

at first he's afraid he's hurt you, his hips stop completely. "don't fucking stop!" you beg, looking up at him with wild eyes. "that spot was... fuck, just do it again, oh my god."

he tries again, earning the same reaction. it's going straight to his head, "you like that, yeah? how do i feel inside you?"

"shit, so fucking good," you're almost in tears. "please don't stop. oh my god. i think i'm gonna..."

he hopes you will. for good measure, he presses his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing frantic circles onto the little bundle of nerves. almost immediately, you cry out, the knot in your stomach becoming a wave of white hot pleasure that courses through your entire body. your orgasm has you squeezing around him so tightly he can barely move. kuroo can't hold it back anymore. with one last thrust, he fills the condom, buried deep within your walls.

kuroo pulls out, the sudden loss of fullness making you suck in a sharp breath. he disposes of the condom and returns to the bed. suddenly, you're wrapped up in his strong arms, being held tightly to his chest. you feel so good, like your whole body is tingling. and the way kuroo is holding you is making your cheeks heat up.

"you okay?" he asks, stroking your hair softly. you nod and look up at him, "you were right. that was fuckin' fun."

he laughs his booming hyena laugh and gives you a squeeze. "it was, wasn't it?!" you feel his lips press to your forehead.

"do you think it's gonna be different now?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper. "for us?"

earlier in the night, kuroo had promised himself that he would do everything in his power to make it not weird after. to make it so that the two of you can be totally normal after everything that happened tonight. but now he feels a bit stupid about that. something monumental had shifted that couldn't be ignored. he was holding you in his arms, lying in his bed completely naked after having done the most intimate thing the two of you could have done.

"i dunno," he frowns. "i really wanted us to be able to go back to normal after this but... i think it will be different." you reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers together. he looks up to see that you're smiling. "this can just be our new normal. would that be okay?" kuroo has never said yes to anything so fast in his life.

#kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsuro hcs #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #hq smut

[miomines]

a mother's regret

hi. this isn't as much of a showdown but i tried my best ok. idk what to really put here but i hope u enjoy it

part 1 | interlude 1 | part 2 | interlude 2

The Anemo Archon is one that's quite difficult to find. He is a free spirit, moving gracefully along with the wind. It can be an admirable trait but it also makes him impossible to find. Meili also personally thinks he may be avoiding her. Unlucky for him, she will not give up on her search. If anything, the avoidance is only making her more irritated and more determined to find the little pest.

Barbatos is not in any of his regular spots, but she expected something of the sort. That annoying wisp is avoiding her so any spots he frequents are now all places he avoids. If there's anything the Anemo Archon is good at, it's running. However, Meili is a dragon. Meili is a predator and she is good at tracking down prey. 

At the edge of Starsnatch Cliff is where she sits for now. When she finds Barbatos, she will need to tell him that the cathedral really needs more security. The Holy Lyre der Himmel was quite easy for her to pick up without notice. The illusion on it was easily shattered but it doesn't take much energy to truly mend it.

(Meili was quite tempted to destroy that statue of his in front of the cathedral down to rubble. She refrained. It would not be good to get undesired attention drawn to herself. Perhaps another time.)

Embedded into the earth behind her is the Vortex Vanquisher, the power pulsing towards her in calming waves as she carelessly plucks at the lyre's strings. Would her little gem enjoy a lyre? This one is much too worn down for them, even with her mending. She will have to gather another one for them.

Her attention is grabbed by the flowing wind as it rushes around her. It's not the wind of that little pest, she notes. Meili pushes her hair out of her face as she waits, turning her attention back to the lyre in her lap. She hums, waiting for the wind to settle to talk to who has joined her.

"Dvalin," she greets without looking. She feels his rumbling in response more than she hears it. She turns her head when the other dragon nudges her arm. Meili finally looks over, before pausing. "You've grown since I've last seen you," she notes with a fond smile. "I have missed you, little hatchling."

"Little?" He replies with an amused snort. "I have missed you too, Mei. It's been a long time." His tone sounds fond and wistful, thoughtful. She wishes she had visited him sooner. It truly has been too long.

Meili laughs as she stands, turning to look at Dvalin as she speaks. "Whether I take a human form or not, you will always be a little hatchling to me, dear Dvalin." She hums and leans forward with a rueful smile. "However, I am not here for a reunion today."

Dvalin leans his head down, resting on the ground to talk face to face with her. She can't help but smile as he gives her his full attention. Meili has always adored this little hatchling. She places a hand on his snout, a content rumble emitting from her chest. 

Meili sighs as she pulls away, the content purr trailing off as she becomes serious. "Barbatos. Do you know of his current location?" She asks as she tugs the spear free from the ground. Meili shoves the lyre into a satchel, tugging the strap over her head to keep it with her.

"He has committed a terrible crime to Our Divinity and to my little gem. It's time for me to have a chat with the wisp," her voice drops into a snarl. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. It would not do to lose her temper. Not here. Not to Dvalin.

He hums as he considers the request. "He currently resides in Old Mondstadt. He has hidden there ever since Morax has sent over a message. I can take you there if you wish. He has been tense since he sensed your arrival."

Meili smiles fondly. Perhaps one day she'll bring her little gem to meet him. Dvalin is kind and even if he can sense her rage, he still brings her to the Anemo Archon. She does not get angry over little things and he knows it. He knows her anger is over something serious.

"I would appreciate that, little hatchling," she says. It doesn't take long to pull herself onto his back. Shifting forms would take too long and she wishes to face the annoying wisp as herself. Dvalin launches them up into the sky, the wind whipping around them as he flies. Curiously, she leans forward to ask, "are you aware of what Barbatos has done?"

"Not entirely," Dvalin replies. It's a leisurely flight, a comforting air around them. Perhaps it's because they have missed each other all these years. "I have my suspicions however. Mei, you never truly get involved unless it has something to do with you or something against your morals. If you are here to talk to Barbatos, it means this is something that is truly important."

"It is," she hums as she watches the scenery of the nation fly by. "He has done something both against my morals and something to do with me. More specifically, to do with my little gem. They're quite dear to me and Barbatos has hurt them severely. It's due time for us to have a little chat."

Old Mondstadt is in the distance and she knows they will be there soon. Meili truly does wish to share what has happened with Dvalin. She wishes to go into detail, explain everything, explain why she's so angry at the wind wisp and her stupid brother-- not her brother! Morax, the blundering fool. An explanation to Dvalin is something she wishes to give but talking to that little pest is something that she finds far more important.

"You will inform me more of his actions another time, yes?" Dvalin asks, curiosity colouring his voice. She chuckles and places a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing comforting circles on the skin.

"Of course, little hatchling."

He rumbles and shakes his head, as if annoyed by the pet name. Meili knows it's all for show and so she laughs. She knows when they arrive in Old Mondstadt, this calm and peaceful air will dissipate. She knows that this is a temporary peace. Dvalin is free to side with whoever he chooses, but deep down, Meili's worried that one day they will be on opposing sides.

Dvalin is loyal and for most of his existence, he has loved Barbatos. Meili, while endlessly fond of Dvalin, was not a constant presence. She did not check in often. Barbatos is flighty at best but even he has spent more time with the little hatchling than she has. She loves him but she knows she was not there for him, was not aware when he was taken advantage of. She only wishes that she could go back in time to take care of him.

"That spear," he starts. They're just now entering Old Mondstadt and she can tell he's slowing down. "Are you using it as a means to an end?"

"Do not worry," Meili says. She watches as they descend, as Dvalin latches onto the crumbling tower. "I do not plan to kill him. However it is good for Barbatos to remember that I could. They forget that I am not weak. I did not survive the war just to be labeled as a damsel in distress."

He snorts, shaking his head as Meili slides down. She grins up at him as she straightens up. "They forgot you are a healer by choice?" He questions. She nods with a scoff and Dvalin sighs. "Barbatos is in the tower here," he continues on. "I don't know which part he is in currently. If he attempts to leave, I will inform you."

Meili smiles, her heart flooding with warmth. Truly, what did she do to deserve Dvalin? He has been too kind when he doesn't even know the full story. "Thank you, little hatchling," she ducks her head. "I swear to you that I will explain everything in depth soon."

Dvalin nudges his nose against her gently, a soft rumble in the air. "I trust you, Mei. Talk some sense into Barbatos. I will keep watch." With that, he launches up into the air and she watches as he starts to circle the ruins.

Meili sighs and summons the spear, twirling it in her hands before she starts her search. The wind is unnaturally calm, as if the little wisp were trying to hide. Her boots make quiet thumps as she travels through the tower ruins, the only sound cutting through the eerie silence.

"Little songbird?" She calls out. The pet name tastes of ash on her tongue but she ignores it. If she pretends that everything is fine then perhaps… Meili takes a look around and pouts, a crafted look of sadness. "My little wisp?" She calls, her tone carefully sounding meek.

There's a slight breeze and she bites the inside of her cheek to suppress her smile. Barbatos was once someone she loved as a child, but if he thinks he can run into her arms as if nothing happened… Then he truly has deluded himself.

"Mei?" 

Meili turns and meets the gaze of the Anemo Archon. He peers out behind some ruins, a hesitant but hopeful look on his face. If she drops the facade now, she has no doubt that he will bolt. 

(Barbatos once called her mama. All cheerful and playful as he ran from an angered Morax. She remembers smiling, laughing at the annoyed noise that escaped her brother. Her little songbird ran towards her and she wrapped her arms around him. He presses his face into her side, breathlessly giggling as she glares playfully at an irritated Morax.)

This is not her little songbird. Meili must remember that. Even if a part of her protests against her planned harshness, she will carry on. One day, perhaps, he can earn that title back. Far, far in the future. 

She swallows through the lump in her throat and forces a bright smile. Meili takes the Vortex Vanquisher and sticks it into the ground. He brightens, still hesitant but shining with hope. He lets out a happy noise when she opens her arms.

(Meili caught her little wisp in her arms as she laughed loudly. "What are you doing, you little rascal?" She teased as he grinned up at her.

"What are you talking about?" He blinked innocently. It would be believable if it weren't for her brother, fuming and soaking wet as he tore into the room. "Mama!" Barbatos cried as he burrowed into her arms. "I didn't do anything! I love you!!")

Barbatos crashes into her and she stumbles. A part of her warms at the feeling of him in her arms. Mine, it whispers. She denies it. Not hers. This isn't her little wisp. This isn't her songbird. Her little songbird wouldn't..

("I.. I was in Mondstadt first," they said. They shrink into the pillows, curling up in a way that she warned against. It disturbed the bandages, their injuries, but she knows better now to insist on it. "I was happy, you know? This was a place I dreamed of being able to experience. I don't really know how I got here in the first place but I wasn't going to waste the opportunity that I had!"

Meili placed down her pencil and paper, the ones she used to doodle, and looked up at her little one. "They were harsh and attacked you?" She guessed. They nodded with a light sniff.

"I knew of Venti, of Barbatos. I thought he'd be able to help me, you know? I didn't know of whatever All-Creator they were talking about. I wasn't trying to… to pretend to be some deity! I just.. I just wanted to make friends.. " They trailed off. She stood to make her way over to their bed and they had shuffled over to make room for her to sit.

"Barbatos hadn't helped you," she said.

They shook their head. "He pointed his bow at me and said I was a disgrace.")

"Mei! I was so worried that you were going to be angry with me!"

("Meili, he hunted me down.")

"Zhongli sent me a letter explaining what happened and I was kinda scared you know? I should've known he was just being a blockhead again!"

("I couldn't stay in Mondstadt because he was always watching. If I stopped for a single moment he would be there.")

"I told him that he shouldn't have pushed so hard! You would've figured it out eventually! I knew you would never forsake the Divine One!"

("He kept calling me a slippery pest who needed to be put down.")

"Mei, I always believed in you! Morax is a fool sometimes. I know you're too smart to be played like a fiddle by some impersonator~"

("I was so scared I was going to die..")

In her arms is Barbatos. For a single moment she lets herself mourn for her little songbird. Her little wisp. He has grown into something she cannot stand and she cannot let her heart be soft for such a person.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around his shoulders. She's hunched over, her body tense as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her sweet innocent songbird is dead. It didn't hurt this much when she confronted Zho-- Morax. Perhaps it's because she can still see parts of her little wisp. It's an illusion, she tells herself. He's gone.

(She lets herself think of her little gem when they were bed ridden. She thinks of the broken pieces of arrowheads that were embedded in those wounds. She thinks of her little gem smiling and finally remembers that this little pest is still trying to kill them.)

Meili lets herself laugh, her voice sounding broken and slightly unhinged. She can feel his confusion but he doesn't tense even when she tightens her grip. It's only when sharp claws tightly keep him in place does he realize. "Oh, Barbatos," she croons. She leans back to look him in the eyes. Her little wisp is gone and all that's left of him is this pest. "I am flattered with your belief in me but I do believe it is misplaced~"

Barbatos blanches and tries to pull away from her grasp. She doesn't let him, grabbing his chin roughly to dig the claws into his skin. She never brings out more than her horns, but her feelings of rage and undertones of mourning has let some parts of her hidden draconic nature emerge.

"My little wisp," she says mockingly. There's a part of her that aches at the pet name and she lets it fuel her rage. "Do you truly believe that I will let you hurt a child?"

"M-Mei!" He cries out and she tightens her grip. "You- you don't understand! They're a criminal, Mei!"

"Oh, I'm aware," she spits. "I've heard the explanations from Morax, of the excuses. The impersonator who walked into Mondstadt one day and was immediately ridiculed. Tell me, little songbird, did they even claim to be the Divine One?"

He struggles in her grip and she drops him to the floor. She digs out the spear and twirls it in her hand as he stumbles, scrambling to stand up from his place on the floor. 

"Did they truly impersonate the All-Creator? Or did they simply exist?"

Meili looms over him as she slowly stalks back over to him. He's shifting in place, one foot behind the other as he looks ready to bolt.

"Little wisp," she whispers mockingly. "If you run, I will find you. We're just here to have a little chat is all."

Barbatos takes a glance at the spear in her hand, at the Vortex Vanquisher and she simply grins.

"Oh, this little thing? It's just a precaution, you know how it is~" She flicks dirt off the tip of the spear nonchalantly. "Morax was the one to start our little fight. Did he mention that or did he say I was too aggressive and he had to do something to amend that?"

He stays silent, his body tense as he keeps his eyes on her. A big difference than her encounter with Morax. Perhaps he will actually listen to what she says. Whether or not he believes it is another issue altogether.

"Now," she starts. "Let me put it like this." Meili straightens with a grin, eyes narrowed as she stares at the little pest. "Imagine that you wake up in a different realm than you were used to. It looks beautiful and resembles something that you remember. You go to make friends and you're immediately scorned."

She hums and stalks forward. Meili throws an arm over her shoulder and puts her claws beneath his chin. She lifts his gaze as she continues. "You don't know what they're talking about or what they're referring to. You just got there after all. You see someone you think you remember and you go to ask for help. Someone who you're fond of, who you trust. They call you a disgrace."

Meili tugs him closer and he stares at the arm thrown over his shoulders. More specifically the spear she's wielding. She shakes it in her grasp and laughs. "Then they start a nationwide hunt!" She gasps, as if truly shocked.

She lets out a low growl and shakes her head. "Somehow, my little gem knew you as the God of Freedom. They had hoped, out of everyone, you would help. Instead you trapped them and now you continue to try and take their freedom."

Meili twirls the Vortex Vanquisher idly as she steps away from him. She clicks her tongue and sighs. "Little songbird, I am truly disappointed in you. They had asked for help and instead you tried to kill them. They wish to have the freedom to live peacefully and here you are, trying to ruin that. Do you really think I would go along with something like that?"

"Mei, they're-"

"-Don't call me that."

Barbatos startles at the hiss and ducks his head. "Meili," he says slowly. "They ruin the image of the All-Creator. Surely you understand that…?"

"Pathetic," she sneers. "You truly are a little pest. The only resemblance you have to my dear songbird is your appearance and that's not even your own." 

Meili doesn't blink as he flinches back, instead pulling out the Holy Lyre der Himmel out of the satchel. Without a moment of hesitation, she throws it full force to the ground and it shatters into splinted pieces. "You should get the cathedral to increase their security," she hums. "It's pretty bad." 

She lets the spear vanish in with sparkling lights and pushes past the pest. "Don't come near my house, little pest, I'll tear you to shreds if I see you anywhere near my little gem." 

"Oh, and Barbatos?" She calls over her shoulder. She continues before he can respond, holding up a lyre in the air. His personal lyre. "Take care of your belongings better. You're pretty bad at it."

Meili leaves without another word. Hopefully her little gem would like a lyre? She hopes they will play her a tune with it.

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact oc #meili.txt #sagau.oc #sagau.villain #a dragon's precious gem #venti.txt #dvalin.txt #lays down. .. .. this took a lot of energy but im kinda proud of it so :^)

[prelovednikaidou]

Hey my fav Tumblr writer! Can i ask for more details of Toji and y/n's sex life? Something like a drabble or headcanons? It's ok if you don't want to <333

hi! i'm a bit hesitant to post this huhu idk if its good or not lmfaoo sorry if its dusty as fuck

warning: manhandling, dumbfication (if u squint)

He clicked his tongue, today was a drag. It took almost 5 hours for the meeting to be adjourned when all the stupid fucks in his office couldn’t properly do their jobs. He was so close to take his leave but he knew if he didn’t stay, they would push another high profile case to his way. Not that he lacked confidence, but he needed a rest too. 

As he unlocked the front door, the living room was dark and the whole house was quiet. Am I too late? The short pointer of the clock paused at 10 and it was closing to 11. Another day of missing a meal at home, he thought.

I need a long bath and a good sleep.

Along the hallway to his bedroom, the sickly sweet smell of vanilla and body lotion touched the tip of his nose and he knew immediately that his wife wasn’t asleep. Perhaps she just couldn’t sleep after he walked out on her when she was trying to explain something.

What is it again? Oh, the pipe is leaking. First thing to do in the morning is to call Naoki. He made a mental note and pushed the door open.

His guess wasn’t too different from reality. His wife indeed wasn’t asleep, instead she looked so fucking delectable - bottom lip was so plump, her slight sudden mood change would make her lips pouty, so cute to nibble.

She sat still in front of the vanity, casting her eyes to the end of her hair, brushing through her curls softly with her fingers - looking all primped, soft and warm. He wanted to bully her more.

“Not gonna greet ya husband?” He said, leaning his back to the dresser with his arms crossed - he knew that she ogled him from her side eye, refusing to meet his stare as she only nodded, sheepishly mumbled a soft ‘Welcome home, husband.’

Ah, so she’s still mad. He stood there, watching her under his intense stare that she began to panic when she realized that her husband wasn’t going to let her be as he always did. Today, his stare was different. It was the kind of tension that he always carried in bed.

Bed... her ears felt hot when she remembered how terrible her husband’s bed manner was. He wasn’t physically hurting her but it was almost he tore the thin layer of shame belonged to her. He made her felt needy, and he certainly loved making her lose her mind too.

“You can continue acting like a brat,” He finally made a way to her, and when he stood behind her - he placed his big palm over her naked shoulder, rubbing his calloused skin over hers and stopped to cup under her jaw, “But is it enough? Is it enough for you?”

He lifted her chin, making her watched herself on the mirror as he stood behind her and when she held back a little, she felt a hard bulge on her back and Toji didn’t tear away his eyes from her. It was shameful but his greed for her tonight was so thick that she could imagine how deep he’d go inside her from his bulge.

“We can’t, I’ve already showered... You go take one.” She pushed away his hand from her shoulder, stood up and wanted to get away from her husband but he didn’t let things go on her ways.

He pushed her to the vanity, pressing her forward until she placed her hands on the mirror for balance. Some of her products were swept to the floor, and she wasn’t given proper chance to retreat as he placed his mouth straight to her nape.

How much he wanted to bully her, make her big eyes turned red and teary, sobbing to his name and asked for his mercy.

“As if you can’t take showers twice. It’s still not gonna change anything because I’m having mine later. So be obedient, wife.”

“My... my skincare...” She watched how the body of her night cream cracked, spilling the content that Toji wanted to laugh but he resisted by sinking his canines to her nape.

“You care about that cheap cream rather than your husband?” He ran his right hand to her nightgown, slipping under the fabric before he began to palm her supple flesh, groping her inner thigh into making her submit to his wicked intention.

“Ngghh.. no- ack, don’t pull too hard, it hurts,” She closed her eyes, her neck was tilting upwards when he used his left hand, grabbed a whole of her hair into his fist as he tugged her head a little. His lips began to nibble from her neck, to her jaw, before it finally landed on the corner of her lips.

“This isn’t like you, wife.” He whispered, his prying hand pushed her panty aside, running his index over the slit, he felt the twitching hole was releasing slick fluid before he smeared the wetness all over her puffy pussy lips. She jolted a little in his arms when he caught her clit between his thumb and his middle pinching, rubbing it until she creamed over his fingers.

He liked it when she looked like she was on the verge of tears when he played with her body this good. It felt like a taboo, where only with her, he could truly enjoy his rest.

“When I fucked this cunt, you were screaming like I was holding you at gunpoint but then when I stopped you crawled to me, giving me those puppy eyes like you couldn’t get enough of my dick. So is it a little painful or you just don’t want to do it here but on the bed? Answer me honestly and I might give you want you want.”

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[devilyn]

is that too much to ask? | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: love somebody by lauv

I don't wanna be the one to say

That we gotta have a conversation

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

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

All I wanted was to love somebody

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

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

— word count: 2.6k

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

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

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

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

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

“...Are you dumb?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

u ok?

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

Though, maybe it was okay to want more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, and you would?”

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

“You wish.”

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

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

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

You couldn’t get the words out.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m washing--”

“Do you hate me?”

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N wait--I didn’t mean it that--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He allowed you to cry as he continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he pulled away, you were crying again.

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

You babbled something incoherent through your tears of joy, and your boyfriend’s expression softened in a way you hadn’t witnessed in what felt like years.

“You have to take responsibility, you know,” his palms cupped your jaw, pulling your teary gaze back up to his as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. “For making me fall so deeply in love with you again.”

You laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around Tsukishima’s neck to pull him down into another love-filled kiss.

“Until when?” you grinned when you pulled away, his eyes closed as he sighed happily and rested his forehead against yours.

“Until I make up for the three years I put you through,” he mumbled, and you smiled softly as your lips grazed over his lightly. As you pulled back, he leaned forward and peppered kisses across your face.

“So, until forever?” you teased with a quiet giggle.

“Until forever,” he whispered, lips meeting yours once more.

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