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katelynnwrites · 9 months

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It’s All My Love (You Got All My Love) | Felicitas Rauch

warnings: major fluff

word count: 2114

summary: felicitas has all your love

a/n: part two of Think I Forgot How To Be Happy, Something I’m Not (But Something I Can Be)

‘Felicitas!’ You manage to greet, before the German player has you wrapped in her arms.

She spins you around and you laugh. The door of her apartment is kicked shut, Felicitas far too occupied with you to close it properly.

‘I missed you.’ Feli mumbles as she sets you down gently.

‘I missed you too.’ You admit and Feli’s eyes light up.

Her hands grab onto yours and she leans down to share a kiss with you.

‘Felicitas.’ You breathe, eagerly chasing after her lips when she pulls away.

‘Feli please.’ You half beg and she obliges.

Two weeks away from her at national camp was far too long and now that she’s here, you can’t get enough of her.

‘I made you dinner.’ Felicitas tells you, in between kisses.

‘It’s gonna get cold.’ She tries.

Switching it up, you become a little firmer with your kisses. Feli groans and lets you.

‘What did you make?’

You keep kissing her and Feli struggles to answer.

‘Your favourite.’ She gasps eventually.

‘You’re too good to me.’ You confess and Felicitas shakes her head.

‘No…I promise you, you deserve to be happy. I’m just lucky that you’ve found it with me.’

‘Believe me, I’m the lucky one.’ You answer and Feli simply pulls you back into her arms.

******

Felicitas hands you one of her earbuds and you hand her Cinnamon’s leash.

‘Come here Cinny.’ Feli says and then grins as her poodle runs up to her.

Cinnamon stays still long enough for Feli to clip her leash on and then she’s jumping around, excitedly waiting for her walk.

You laugh and open the German player’s apartment door, making your way outside. Feli passes you her poodle’s leash so that she can lock her door.

It’s a little cold so you tuck your hands into the pockets of Feli’s hoodie.

Initially, Feli had lent it to you, with every intention of getting it back but now she’s learnt that she likes you in her clothes and you’ve learnt that you like wearing her clothes. Feli smells so good and her clothes smell just like her.

Cinnamon barks impatiently and Felicitas laughs.

‘Okay okay I’m hurrying.’

Feli finishes locking her apartment door, hits the play button on her music and then takes your hand in hers.

You grin at her choice of music and Felicitas simply shrugs, kissing your cheek lightly before letting you and Cinnamon lead the way.

******

Feli sighs happily as your fingers comb through her hair.

You massage her scalp lightly and Feli leans back, letting the back of her head rest against your legs.

Running your fingers through her hair again, you begin braiding it. Felicitas starts to doze off and you’re just finishing the braid when Jule and Lena come barging into the rec room.

Feli jumps at the loud noise, eyes flying open in panic.

You laugh, pulling her up, off the floor and beside you on the couch.

‘Go back to sleep Felicitas. It’s just Lena and Jule.’

The German player mumbles indistinctly, pushing her face into your shoulder.

Stroking her hair gently, you let her fall back asleep. It takes some skillful maneuvering on your part to get her laying down without waking her, with her head in your lap but you succeed.

You keep up your ministrations, even as more of your teammates file into the room.

Felicitas sleeps soundly through several rounds of card games and the resulting disagreements. Nothing is too trivial for professional athletes to be competitive about.

Lena, Jill and Lynn seem to subscribe to the above sentiment, their playful argument growing in volume.

Still, Feli continues to sleep. Her chest is rising and falling with even breaths when Sveindís sits down beside you.

The young Icelandic player glances at Feli for a moment before saying, ‘I’ve never seen your girlfriend with a braid before.’

You softly answer, ‘She’s not my girlfriend.’

‘And you’ve never seen her in a braid before because she doesn’t know how to braid her own hair.’ You add lightheartedly.

‘Oh. It’s just that you both seem so close.’

‘You mean you’ve seen us kiss.’

Sveindís flushes with embarrassment, ducking her head and looking away.

You chuckle, understanding her confusion, ‘It’s okay. We aren’t officially dating but I know what I mean to her and she knows what she means to me. I think that’s enough right now.’

******

‘Dinner at my place tomorrow?’ Feli asks, smiling when you agree.

It wasn’t like she expected you to say otherwise. It is routine now, for you to come straight from the airport, to her apartment after international breaks.

‘I miss you Felicitas. See you soon.’

‘Miss you more. Have a safe flight.’ Feli tenderly says before blowing you a kiss and ending the video call.

Kathy snorts. Her roommate had been calling you every night of the international break and she thinks that she’s never seen Feli so soft. Not even with Cinnamon who Feli had once swore was the love of her life.

‘When are you going to actually ask her to be your girlfriend?’ She asks.

‘She knows that I’m hers and I know that she’s mine. Isn’t that enough?’

‘Feli…’

Felicitas sighs and then admits, ‘I don't want to push her. She’s still healing and I’m willing to wait until she’s ready. For now, I don’t need a label on what we are.’

******

‘Hey you.’ Felicitas drops a kiss onto the top of your head.

‘Hi.’ You grin.

Feli lightly tugs on the Germany hoodie you are wearing.

‘You look good in my clothes babe.’

Your heart flutters but you don’t know if it’s because of the way she’s looking at you or the pet name.

Your cheeks turn red and Feli hums, ‘Can you paint my nails for me please?’

‘Of course.’

Felicitas hands you her box of nail polish bottles and you ask, ‘What colour are you wanting?’

Feli hums again, ‘It’s up to you.’

That’s how you end up sprawled on Feli’s bed, Cinnamon beside you as you blow on her freshly painted nails, to dry them more quickly.

‘They’re pretty. Really subtle.’ Feli laughs, looking at the rainbow nails you had painted for her.

Each of her nails are a different colour and you had left kisses on the tips of her fingers in between your painting.

Giggling, you admit, ‘I couldn’t help myself.’

The German player chuckles, admiring her nails before glancing at you.

‘Do you think they’re dry yet?’

‘I think so.’

Touching her nails lightly, you give her a smile when you realise that they are in fact, dry.

‘Good. Because I really want to kiss you now.’

‘Okay.’ You whisper and Felicitas takes this as the go ahead to slide her fingers into your hair as she brings her lips down to meet yours.

******

Wolfsburg wins the league.

And Feli chases you around the confetti strewn pitch with a bottle of champagne.

‘Feli.’ You breathe, when she finally catches you, drenching you in alcohol as she tumbles down on top of you. You’re flat on your back, Felicitas trapping you beneath her.

She supports herself with one hand, making sure she doesn’t put too much of her body weight on you.

The empty bottle of champagne is left forgotten and Feli’s breathing is a little heavy but she carefully pushes sweaty strands of your hair out of your face with her free hand.

‘Felicitas.’ You murmur and she nods, understanding the intensity of the emotions in your eyes.

She can hear your breathing catch and knows that your heart is pounding in your chest.

‘Not here. I promise you that we’ll have time later.’

******

Later as it turns out, is back in your apartment, one of the few times that Feli’s ever been there.

She doesn’t care about that now though, too busy slipping her hands under your shirt.

‘If anything gets to be too much, you tell me okay? I’ll stop.’

Feli’s fingers reach the band of your bra and you shake your head.

‘I need you to verbalise this for me liebling.’

Felicitas emphasises her words by keeping her previously wandering hands still. The feel of her warm hands on your bare skin is driving you crazy.

‘Don’t stop. Feli don’t stop.’

The desperation in your voice is clear but Feli waits for you to say what she’s been waiting for.

‘I swear I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’ You promise and Felicitas decides that’s good enough for her.

Your shirt ends up on the floor, next to hers and you never have to ask her to stop.

******

You wake up in an empty bed but one with warm sheets so you know that Feli hasn’t left you alone for long.

Anxiously, you pad out into the rest of your apartment, looking for the German.

You find her in the kitchen.

‘I didn't think you’d be up yet.’ She sheepishly murmurs when she sees you.

‘You’re here.’ You whisper, rubbing your eyes to make sure you’re not seeing things.

‘Of course I am. I would never leave you.’ Feli assures you.

Walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head against her chest.

Felicitas brushes a kiss onto your hairline in response.

‘I meant to make you a coffee.’

You pull back just enough to look her in the eye.

There’s nothing but warmth and affection in her gaze but you still say, ‘Don’t do that again.’

‘I’m sorry.’ Feli blinks, meaning to take a step back but you refuse to let her, tightening your arms around her waist.

‘I want to wake up with you beside me next time.’

‘Next time?’ She asks, in a mixture of joy and confusion.

‘Always Feli. You’re great in bed but I think you’ll make a brilliant pillow and big spoon too.’

The German player blushes and you laugh before ceasing your teasing.

The next few words you say are quiet and shy.

‘Felicitas I’d like to be your girlfriend. If you’ll have me? I'm ready now.’

Feli kisses you with all the emotion she has in answer.

‘I'd love that.’ She breathes before kissing you once more.

******

Feli teaches you to surf.

Unlike her, you’re not a natural at it but eventually you do manage to catch a wave.

Watching Feli cheer you on, with the sun and complete joy on her face, you know that you’ve fallen for her.

As you sit on the beach with her after, watching the sun set, you lean into her arms.

‘Thank you.’ You whisper.

‘For what?’ She asks, amusement clear in her eyes.

‘Everything.’

Felicitas’ only answer is to pull you even closer and place a kiss onto the top of your head.

******

‘She loves you.’ Feli softly tells you as she watches you play with Cinnamon, on the floor of her living room. The brown poodle licks your hand, as if trying to tell you that she agrees with her owner.

You look up and smile at her.

Feli smiles back and then says a sentence that changes your world.

‘I love you too.’

‘Felicitas.’ You breathe and she takes your hands in hers.

‘You don’t have to say it back yet, or ever. It's okay. I love how we are and I'm perfectly alright if it stays this way.’

‘Felicitas, I'm in love with you.’

‘You a-are?’ She stammers.

‘I am. I love you Feli.’

‘T-That’s so good.’ Felicitas chokes out and she’s just so emotional that you laugh, hugging her tightly.

Feli wraps her arms around you in response, burying her head in your shoulder.

‘Feli are you crying?’ You ask, as you feel your shirt beginning to get wet.

‘No…maybe…they’re happy tears.’

‘Okay.’ You giggle, rubbing her back lightly.

Cinny is pawing at you and you tell the small dog, ‘I think I broke your mom.’

Felicitas laughs, her voice muffled when she says, ‘Did not.’

‘Whatever you say Feli, whatever you say.’

Feli takes a few more moments to herself before she looks back up.

Her eyes are a little red and you carefully brush away the remnants of tears on her cheeks.

‘I love you Feli, I’m sorry that I made you cry.’

Your girlfriend shakes her head, a smile on her face as she answers, ‘Don’t be sorry. Like I said, they’re happy tears.’

Gently, she places a kiss on your forehead, your nose, both of your cheeks and then on the corner of your mouth.

‘I love you.’ She says seriously before finally giving you a proper kiss, one with an intensity that lets you know that she means it and that she is your forever.

German Translation:

liebling - love

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rishiguro · 4 months

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JOB‘S COMFORTER - I. HAJIME

warnings: iwaizumi-centered. feelings of guilt. he needs a hug ngl. hurt/no comfort. roughly 1.2k so rather short.

a/n: @shoyostar this one‘s for you

iwaizumi has never been the best at comforting people.

but today he wished he was.

he immediately knew that something was up when he entered your flat— quiet and dark, missing your usual chatter, the music coming from the kitchen as you baked or cooked something.

putting away his shoes, he frowned as he entered, tiptoeing his way through the hallway and peeking into every room he passed — finding it abandoned, dark and quiet, before moving on to the next one. this went on, his concern growing with every second until he stood in front of the door to your bedroom.

his heart clenched as he reached for the handle, stopping when he heard your muffled whimpers. he could practically see you lying on the bed, a comforter messily thrown over you with your head buried in the pillow, hoping to stifle your cries.

possibly even waiting for him to come in, wishing for him to take a seat on the mattress right next to you, rubbing your back for a minute or two to help calm your sobs before pulling you up and putting your head on his chest and tightly wrapping his arms around you. he should mumble some words of affirmation and comfort, reminding you of just how much he loved you and how much he cherished you.

but he stood frozen in front of the door with a clenched jaw, his hand reaching for the door handle only to float in the air just a few centimeters in front of it.

iwaizumi realized quite early in life his strengths in athletics resulted in him lacking in the delicate handling of emotions. instead of caring and soft, iwaizumi was brash and outright clumsy when it came to matters of the heart, feeling like a bull in a china shop.

breaking things no matter what he did or how he did them — and no matter if he wanted to or not.

it didn’t even matter just who he was trying to comfort: his best friend, his friends, lover or family.

he always stumbled over his words, laughing awkwardly when he tried to crack a joke to get them to laugh. sometimes when he tried to offer some positive words or share the burden, he only seemed to make it worse, noticing how the person‘s shoulders dropped further down, the frown deepened on their face or the tears got a little bit bigger. and every time they did his heart sunk a little bit deeper, guilt weighing heavily on his mind for days after. and when he didn’t speak, the long silence was just as uncomfortable, almost painful for everybody involved.

so he learned rather quick to just retreat, let the person be for a while, either to calm down on their own or being comforted by someone else.

someone who was better at it than him.

he swallowed thickly, listening to your pained sobs, imagining your teary and patchy face, hiding away from the world, your shoulders shaking violently.

he should be there for you just like he promised and yet he stood outside, frozen, forced to listen to his lover‘s cries.

to your cries.

clenching his hand, he pressed his fingernails deep into his palm, scoffing at his pathetic self. he was supposed to be your support, your rock, the one to keep you from drowning. yet here he stood, witnessing your anguish first hand, so close to you like never before and he still refused to extend a hand out to you, pulling you out, keeping you safe.

how could he even call himself your boyfriend when in your moments of distress, when you needed nothing but comfort, he stood right outside, doing absolutely nothing to ease your mind and be there for you.

he was nothing but a pathetic excuse of a lover.

but even if he could get himself to move, to open the door and get to you, would that be of any worth if all he did was make it worse? when he couldn‘t get you to stop crying but only make your heart even more, punching you down instead of helping you up?

never in his life did iwaizumi manage to genuinely comfort someone. he was not only unable to let himself be vulnerable, but also allow others to feel this way with him, too clumsy around feelings and too brash as soon as he tried to be calm and comforting for once. so why would it be any different now?

so instead, he clenched his jaw, stepping away slowly with silent steps.

surely you would be better off without him right now. he would probably only make it worse by saying something wrong or not saying enough, when all he wanted was to help you feel better.

his feet dragged him into the dark living room, slowly moving towards the couch. turning on the small light on the side table, he sat down, staring blankly at the wall. and even though it was quiet, it seemed like he could still hear your sobs echoing through his head, making his heart ache and his fingers itch to reach out to you.

but he couldn‘t.

he didn‘t notice how the minutes have passed and he didn‘t hear how the bedroom door creaked open, your slurring steps slowly inching towards the living room.

you rubbed over your cheeks, hands fisting the sleeves of the sweatshirt on your torso, stopping in your tracks as soon as you saw the pair of white trainers sitting neatly in front of your door and a jean jacket hanging on your rack.

slowly you inched towards the living room, where you found an almost catatonic iwaizumi sitting on the couch.

“oh, hi. home already?“

your unsteady voice ripped him right out of his trance, his head shooting in your direction. looking up, he glanced right into your still teary eyes, noticing how you had hastily wiped your cheeks with the sweatshirt you were currently wearing — his sweatshirt.

he could tell that you tried to keep your composure, not knowing if he had heard you earlier and for how long he has been here, trying to appear as normal as possible. noticing your efforts only made his heart sink deeper.

he didn‘t know if it was because you didn‘t want him to see you hurt or because you knew he wouldn‘t be able to comfort you, instead leaving you to your own merits — like he already did, even if you didn‘t know.

his dry lips opened and closed for a few times, trying to say something to you, offering you some form of comfort or reassurance, but no word came out. he wanted to tell you so many things, offer you alive or just a few sweet words of affirmation or even no words at all, instead only pulling you in for a long hug. but he didn’t. instead he could only helplessly stare up at you, forcing his lips into a small smile and nod softly.

iwaizumi has never been the best at comforting people.

but today he wished he was.

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moronkombat · 6 months

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omg have u ever done a nsfw alphabet for liu kang 🫢🤭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Liu Kang is master at aftercare. He's noticeably, sweet and loving after sex with his partner and makes sure to show you and tell you this

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Most likely his broad shoulders and arms. Liu Kang is athletic and fit but very humble about it. He is not one to boast about his fitness and appearance but can acknowledge that he is in great shape. He quite likes the tattoos on his arms as they are a reminder of how far he's come in terms of his godhood and sacrifice

Not particular to any one part of his partner's body. Liu Kang looks at the entire grand picture over everything else. Therefore, there is no favorite. His favorite everything is just you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

No real preference. He'll inside inside or out but if he finish somewhere on you, he is sure to wipe you down and clean you after sex. He feels a bit guilty have sullying you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely thought about edging his partner for hours upon hours on end. What feels like an hour for you, is but a moment for Liu Kang. He is mindful of this and that is why he has not yet implemented this fantasy

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Liu Kang has lived a long and knowledge life. He knows his way in and outside of the bedroom and never disappoints his partner when it comes to sex. Sex with his is just divine and rapturous

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ever heard of the lotus position? If you haven't Liu Kang will teach it to you. It is absolute favorite position and, while he trypically changes positions throughout sex, this one will always be included in the lineup. If you want a glimpse of what it looks like you can find so here x

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Liu Kang can be focused during sex but he is not immune to humor. He likes to keep it serious but also add in humor where it is appropriate. He enjoys hearing his partner moan and laugh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shaven and neat. Liu Kang keeps himself well groomed regularly. Even so, he is overall, hairless along his body. Thank goodness for that great head of hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic and intimate. Liu Kang is best described as a romantic tease. He knows how to wine and dine but also knows how to play. He's equally skilled in both

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Liu Kang doesn't masturbate often, if ever. There really isn't a need to for him because if he is feeling the urge he'll typically seek his partner out or wait for the opportunity to express himself with his partner

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Discipline/Punishment- Liu Kang can enjoy the power dynamics between the two of you. He prefers to be the one disciplining rather than being disciplined. Although, he does find it quite cute when you try to punish him. It often results in him taking over and showing you what true punishment is

Temperature play- Liu Kang is extremely fond of utilizing his unearthly abilities on his partner during sex. Hands roam your flesh, no part of you goes unexplored. Palms lay on your chest and there is a heat there, one unnatural and you know this God of Fire is inciting this feverish sensation

Lingerie- A good way to surprise this God of Fire is to put something lacy and revealing. Liu Kang is just about mesmerized by you in lingerie. Liu Kang doesn't remove it during sex, just adjusts it so more of you exposed. He loves to glide his fingers over the delicate lace

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

From just letting the tips of his fingers kiss fire to making love to you in a place in between places, every time you lay with Liu Kang, it is special. He loves to bring you among the stars and make love to you there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything about you is motivating to him. From your body to how you smile, Liu Kang is aroused by his partner just existing

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Liu Kang doesn't appreciate you hiding things from him. He really values honesty and good communication. If he is partner struggles with that then there will be problems in the relationship

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving oral rather giving but he still enjoys providing to his partner. There is just something so delicious about seeing your mouth take his cock to the hilt, how you gag and cough around it that he simply cannot deny

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It's a mix of those styles. Sometimes he is slow while other times he is rather untamed. It depend on the mood in that moment and what he and his partner are wanting

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Liu Kang doesn't participate in quickies often. When having sex, he wants the full experience with his partner, not something rushed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Willing to take risks so long as it doesn't cause too much harm to his partner. Loves to experiment in the bedroom but only does so with things he believes both he and his partner like

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Seems relatively endless as sex can last a long time with Liu Kang. Expect multiple rounds and little sleep

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does not own toys and really hasn't thought of using them on his partner. Liu Kang believes he doesn't need toys to enhance his partner's sexual pleasure as he can be quite...skilled in his own right

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Liu Kang provides a healthy balance of teasing and fairness. He knows just how long to tease you until you break. He always gives in to you before that point is reached but it is a close call

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quite reserved when it comes to his noises of pleasure. His volume comes into play with his words of affirmation and teasing taunts. Those you will receive plenty of

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When planning dates for his partner, he is very secretive about them, always saying that it will be a surprise. Try your best to get him to crack but he remains tightlipped. He does find it amusing when you try to get him to crack, however

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Liu Kang has length over girth. His cock tends to curve upwards and his relatively smooth to the touch. However, there is a particular vein that hides along the underside that is a great weakness to him

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average level of sex drive. He's not demanding but also not avoidant. He enjoys the company of partner through the week but does not need daily intimate connection with them

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Liu Kang doesn't fall asleep after sex. He stays awake to tend to his partner. He will often hold you until you fall asleep. Liu Kang likes to make sure you are asleep before he is

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat fanworks #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat headcanons #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #liu kang #liu kang mk1 #liu kang x reader

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furrytalebeard · 2 months

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Mike and pops

Right where did we leave off. Well my former athletic brother was a bumbling adult baby and my dad who was a rough basketball coach was now my boyfriend. My dad also switched careers somewhere along the reality shifts to being a professor, probably to help with the fact my brother now has low intelligence and no athletic skills.

At first it was weird having a now sort of nerdy father but what was more weird was after switching his expectations for me to love, he was completely infatuated with me. It was great before this my brother got all the love, of course he still got attention being a pants pooper but my father swooned over me. I’d started calling him Travis, his first name as we were more like boyfriends now if anything.

Travis walked into the room and saw me and smiled, opening his arms for a hug. "If it isn’t my beautiful boyfriend and son Mike. He said as I shyly hugged him, feeling his large round belly. It was still awkward being doted on so much, something I wasn’t used to. One thing I noticed ever since my dad switched to being a professor is that he hardly had time to workout and he was only getting larger. Before this he had sort of a muscle gut, and would workout with Joel. Now when he wasn’t teaching he was changing diapers or giving private lessons. I wanted to make a switch, see if I could speedrun his own gains. I switched out the traits of fat, with muscular I watched as his suit began to become loose as his muscles bulged out.

For a moment he was stunned before he grabbed me and pulled me into another much more forceful hug. "Sorry son just really felt like squeezing you, hehe" he said as I got a face full of his hard abs. In an instant I regretted my decision, his fat belly felt much nicer and now it was like hugging a body builder over my fat attractive dad. The problem was I couldn’t easily override changes I’d just made so I’d have to swap out other traits to get the desired results. I figured reality might shift in my favor if I made my dad a bit lazier. So I switched out his traits of hard working, with laziness. Instantly my father’s weight began to return to match this change in traits, even his sense of style began to vanish. I watched as my father went from stunned to letting out a huge fart then patting his big belly. "Gyhahaha that was a big one. Imma go sit my feet up honey, why don’t you go check on your brother."

I hadn’t noticed it but as I walked to check on Joel the light in my amulet began to dim. Joel had really begun to embrace his role as my "little" brother . He was playing games, of course the only games he could play were those meant for young kids. I could tell he needed a change from the way his onesie sagged in the back and the faint smell but I didn’t feel like it so I let him sit in it.

“I’m tryna play games! Don’t bother me go let dad kiss you or something!” He took his pacifier out to say and pouted.

“Whatever little bro.” I said annoyed. I went back to find my dad with his feet up on the coffee table watching tv with a beer in hand.

"there you are son URRP." my dad said motioning for me to come give him a hug and a kiss. "Come give me some sugar then get started on dinner, pops is hungry"

I kissed him then groaned as he burped in my face, I got back his belly but I wasn’t a fan of his lazy attitude. I’d need to make another change. I looked to my amulet and noticed its regular glow had dimmed, when I tried to make a change nothing happened. Drat, I’d have to wait for it to recharge meaning my dad was stuck like this.

For the next couple of days my dad would get home from work and toss of his work clothes in exchange for an unwashed wife beater. He’d then kick up on the couch and drink beer, leaving me to cook in clean. I also had to take over the responsibilities of taking care of Joel which was smelly and unfun. At the end of the day my dad would get into our bed and fart up a storm, laughing and saying it was part of being old. The only solace I had was that when he wasn’t being a lazy slob he was great in bed if you know what I mean. Basically things were sorta a mess but I could tell the amulet was slowly regaining power, so I left it in my drawer to gain continue charging.

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end note:

hope you guys enjoyed the sequel to my last story if you guys are enjoying it leave a comment, let me know if you have any story ideas. What would you like to see next, maybe a part 3?

should Mike continue to use the amulet or maybe his dad Travis will find it. Or perhaps even Joel could find it and get his revenge? Lemme know!!!

#male tf #mental change #transformation #age progression tf #dumbing down #hypnosis #gay hypnosis #strong daddy #silverdaddy #beefy #male transformation

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clov3sr · 1 year

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Uno, Out | Jude Bellingham

♡ — pairing(s): Jude Bellingham x reader

♢ — author annotations: hi my name is clov3 there's a global demand for pretty football boy fanfics and I write here look at me writings hehe

♤ — c/t w(s): none <3

♧ — synopsis: Your best friend Jude accidentally ends your hangout with a love confession.

♫ — music inspo.: JUST FRIENDS BY AUDREY MIKA

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"Grow the hell up, Bellingham."

"I'm just saying that's not a legit UNO rule, and I think you know that."

"What I know?" You pause, dramatic as always. Jude misses that flair when he's away. "Is that as newly delegated UNO champion I can't understand your peasant ramblings? What are you saying right now, Ju?"

He doesn't have to look to know the stupid grin you're wearing, but he does anyway and bites his own bottom lip so as not to smile himself. You've just finished tidying the game and snacks up, and his blanket you'd for years claimed as yours had been folded and discarded on your loveseat. He almost forgets what he's looking for, but seeing his shoes in the corner of his vision jogs his memory.

"Man," he exhales, one hand on the wall steadying himself as he lazily shoves his feet into his shoes. In the corner nearest the door is a pair of his slippers that you keep around for him, should he need or want them. "It was just one game."

"Don't care. You got dethroned."

You've approached the entryway now, hands defiantly on your hips. Your head is tilted upwards, partly because Jude is tall and partly a consequence of your ballooned ego. Jude wants to bask in your amusement for much, much longer, too much longer than appropriate for just friends, but yet another notification from the team group chat reminds him that he really can't stay.

He yearns to stay with you.

He could bring up how he'd won the three games beforehand, but the moment is gone now, and he opts to just shake his head.

"Don't die, okay?" You huff, and he gives one last glance that he pleads with every God out there that it isn't full of too much longing for you. He knows what you're asking.

"I'll text you."

You only hum in response. It's been a couple of months now, that every time he leaves you, he wants to pepper your face with kisses and assure you that he can't wait to return. He wants to come home to your signature scent, an airy contrast to the usual smell of cut grass and athletic equipment. He imagines you drowning in one of his shirts, that perfect, stupid, contagious grin to comfort him about leaving.

"Bye, Jude,"

You say something, and he hears it, but the words don't quite penetrate his brain. You're probably saying bye. Your voice is like a song he'll never be able to overplay, a saccharine syrup he will never get tired of swimming in. Jude imagines you embracing him fondly right before he walks out the door. He envisions making sure you know, always,

"Bye, y/n, I love you."

"What?"

Fuck.

His subtle smile drops. He's already got one foot out the door, he's already got his lanyard in one hand ready to fish out the car keys, the other in the middle of closing the door behind him. He can't see your face.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The door is closed. He swears he hears a confused call of his name, followed by another confused "what?" but if he did, it was too muffled by the very shut front door for him to be sure. He's already in the motion of casually strolling toward his car.

Fuck? Fuck.

He could cry right now, but he's too dumbfounded, and before the grief can reach a resulting action, he's starting the car.

No, it's sinking in now.

In his peripheral he sees your front door fly back open. You're running out to his car, no shoes on. He's complained to you about that before -- you could step on something sharp. Before he can decide what to do, you've nearly fallen face-first into the driver-side window while halting to a stop, swinging open his car door. Your eyes are wide as you balance one hand on your bare knee, the other holding the door open.

"I love you too!"

♢ — author postnote (s): gym equipment has that goddamn smell bro ik you know what im talking about shit. like its got me heated rn is there a word for that smell. also this app sucks how many times do I have to post this

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fic #football oneshot #footballer x you #pablo gavi #reader insert #x reader #fluff #jude bellingham fluff #confession #friends to lovers #jude bellingham one shot #oneshot #x you #gender neutral reader #at least i dont think i implied a gender here so please lmk if you find otherwise

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thekatebridgerton · 8 months

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Ok funny idea, modern AU, the spouses are friends and are a little put off by the Bridgerton who are privileged and not understanding how privileged they.

So they pretend to date each other to fend of the Bridgerton but since they change often, people are so confused because are ALL EIGHT of them dating each other or is their cheating!?

Until one day,

Simon text the group chat to save him from Daphne…

Kate: WAIT YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME!? I LOVE YOU, HOW COULD YOU SIMON!?

Simon: Kate, no it’s not what it looks like!!

Daphne and Anthony are staring at each other in shock until Philip comes, trying to run away from Eloise.

Philip sees them and decides to make a scene and looks at Kate: Kate!? You are cheating on me with Simon!?

Kate: Uh, I can explain!

Simon: Wait what!?

Sophie then comes, trying to fend off Benedict and grabs Philip’s arm: Wait, you are cheating ON ME!? HOW!?

Benedict and Eloise look at Anthony and Daphne all confused and baffled.

Then Michael and Penelope come.

Michael looks at Sophie: YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME!?

Penelope smacking Michael’s arm: EXCUSE ME MICHAEL!? HOW COULD YOU!!

Francesca and Colin stare in bafflement.

Then Lucy and Garett come hand in hand and freeze at the other six and the six of them shouted:

Kate, Sophie, and Penelope: GARETH HOW COULD YOU!?

Simon, Philip, and Michael: LUCY WHY!?

Gregory and Hyacinth are staring at their siblings stunned.

Look at that two asks for the price of one.

Okay so clarification before I answer this ask, Yes to the first part, the second part….I'm feeling a bit awkward about this, to be honest. It's just coming across as kinda cringy, you know? Because I personally credit the Bridgerton spouses with a high degree level of intelligence, in every situation except when horniness is involved, this author has always HC that the spouses are smarter than the Bridgertons to a certain degree, and the only moments they’ve actually been more stupid than the Bridgertons has been when their horniness surpassed their common sense.

Which is why, while I do think that the Bridgerton significant others would be the type of idiots hatch a plan to pretend to date each other in order to get away from the Bridgertons, I don’t think they would get caught. What I do think is that someone in the group had too much horniness induced stupidity and actually came clean which sort of created a very funny chain reaction of miscomunication. So in this scenario here’s what I think happened.

Kate is sick of Anthony being garbage in human form with the push and pull between her and Sienna, Penelope low key thinks Colin is a jealous idiot who may result to stalking soon and destroy her secret Gossip Column when he finds out about it, Sophie is dowright ready to sue Benedict for workplace harassment because he won’t let her do her Live in nurse duties in peace, Simon is afraid to find Daphne somehow sneaking into his room one night to have babies which he’s not ready for, Michael is really trying to be a gentleman and not hook up with Francesca whenever she asks him to teach her how to be Wicked and Phillip is just a dude that can’t escape Eloise tendency to boss him around. Meanwhile Gareth and Lucy were just chillin with their respective guardians (Kate and Simon) but somehow got caught in a teenage love triangle with Hermione and Haselby. Because Gregory thinks he can steal Lucy from Haselby and Hyacinth thinks Gareth is looking too much at Hermione. Hence the plan.

So Kate and Simon of course pretend to date each other, because sure they are both athletic, hot people who like to drink posh tea, that gives Gareth and Lucy the excuse to spend time together fending off Greg and Hyacinth, because if Kate and Simon were dating then wouldn’t it be natural for their adopted siblings to also ‘fall inlove’, meanwhile Sophie and Phillip strike the most unconventional pairing ever, using the excuse that they’re both going to the same therapist and bonded over shared childhood trauma, mostly because if Penelope tried pretending to date Phillip they would be so awkwardly awful they’d get discovered in 5 seconds flat. Which leaves Penelope and Michael to ‘take their friendship’ to the next step and also pretend to date.

So Kate basically tells Anthony that oops she’s dating Simon now because, umm ahh, she’s so hot she actually extracted commitment from the Hastings manwhore extraordinaire, meanwhile Simon explains to Daphne that he’s super committed to Kate, who doesn’t…want children? Yup, that’s why he’s dating her, Kate is a modern lady who is cool with adopting teenage Lucy and Gareth and never having kids of their own. He’s a rake, who aint having kids, hence why Kate is perfect for him. Anthony of course gets very mad but can’t do anything about it, neither can Daphne who is absolutely heartbroken.

Lucy is the opposite of Simon, she then tells Gregory that she’s discovered that Gareth is the love of her life, because Gareth… is okay with her getting married to Haselby (who totally convinced his senator father that he’s going to marry Lucy once they graduate highschool because he’s very straight, so straight, really), Gareth is 100% into being Lucy’s lover when they go to college and giving her lots of babies she can pass off as Haselby’s kids, because you know he’s a stud. And her gay fiancée is totally on board, so please just go away and let Lucy have a torrid love affair with Gareth. Gareth too, tells Hyacinth that he’s having a torrid love affair with Lucy, not Hermione, because Lucy is 100% understanding of his need to marry an heiress after college and she’s not opposed to sharing him, in fact their love is so strong they’ve been together since Kate and Simon got involved and when they both get married to other people for convenience sake, they will continue their torrid love affair. See how super inlove with Lucy he is.

Phillip and Sophie meanwhile just tell Ben and Eloise that they are so inlove, nothing can break them apart, their shared trauma has created an unbreakable bond of love, but really they just use their dates to plan each other’s respective professional futures. Because Phillip is totally up for sending Sophie back to school to get her buisness degree, and Sophie is out here planning on how to grow Phillip’s alternative medicine business', encouraging him to get his masters in bothanical research, the kids too are super on board with the ‘Education is money’ plan, so these two are seriously on their path to become billionaires, and Simon is going to be their primary investor once they form an official pharmaceutical research company. Benedict who? Sophie is on her path to greatness, and Phillip and his kids are doing all they can to become the award winning academic family they know they can be.

Michael and Penelope obviously end up being the ones who have the most fun out of all the couples, going as far as getting engaged and inviting the other six to their fake engagement party. Penelope can freely claim they were friends that started seeing each other as something more and Michael is okay with hyping Penelope up as the most beautiful girl he’s ever met, so of course he proposed. She gets protection from gossip (and Protection from Colin) and Michael gets a shield against Francesca’s horny intentions with his virtue. If he gets socked in the jaw by Colin, well, that's his business' okay.

I think that they begin tripping up because the Bridgertons realize that their cover stories don’t match and begin poking holes at it. Because they’re just so jealous they can’t help it. And that’s when horniess starts overriding the spouses natural intelligence. I don’t know who trips up first, but I know that at one point, someone cornered their beloved in a library and said person threw a friend under the bus accidentally.

Maybe Kate was cornered by Anthony and lets it slip that Gareth doesn’t want to sleep with Lucy in the obsessive way Anthony wants to sleep with her (She probably saw his abs in their full glory, that poor woman, Kate.exe not found). Or Daphne catches Simon in one of his horny moments and he lets it slip that Michael has more fun taking Penelope to the theatre and the horse derby than he does when he’s doing romantic things with her, or maybe it’s Lucy, who casually mentions to the friendzoned Gregory that Kate has been her second mother since childhood and has always wanted a big family, which contradicts what Simon told Daphne, or maybe a horny unaware Michael would have told Francesca that Sophie is more interested in going back to school than in Phillip himself, so they’re unlikely to get engaged soon (This one was probably undone by a shot of Francesca’s bare ankle and I’m not even sorry for him). All I know is that it wasn’t Sophie, and it wasn’t Phillip, because those two do not confess things under pressure. But it could have been anyone that started the chain reaction of the Bridgertons thinking ‘hey maybe these people think were idiots’ and prompted them to work together and pool their one brain cell to catch their significant others in their own web of deception.

In my opinion, I don’t see the miscommunication happening in the way Anon suggested, but I do see the spouses accidentally pushing their friends under the bus when they get too horny and short circuit. And causing a very funny chain reaction of ‘I caught you in your own lie’ and ‘no, I wasn’t lying, I was just bending the truth a lot’ defensive arguments that would be extremely funny to read about.

And that’s the tea.

#fake dating au #polin #kanthony #benophie #so it's kind of a funny story #bridgertons being idiots #anthony bridgerton #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #penelope featherington #kate sharma #honestly Sophie should have pressed charges #Kate being sick of being in a love triangle with Anthony and Sienna is my favorite HC #Phillip just wanted to study in peace #Colin was low key already stalking Penelope and we all know it

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Too Chic for the Freak - part 3 (finale)

word count : 2.0k (my longest story!!!)

part 2 , part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

characters : eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, jason carver, mike wheeler, hawkins high cheerleaders and jocks

warnings : swearing, bullying, name calling, jason carver, fluffy ending <3

a/n : thank you all for the amazing love on this story, writing this has been such a pleasure but i’m taking a break from the eddie x cheerleader pairing for now! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Cafeteria, The next day

God, I can’t wait to tell Chrissy! I need to find her, and tell her ever juicy detail about that day in the library.

After hours of waiting for the heavenly lunch bell to ring, it was finally 5th period. I picked up my books, practically pushing half of my classmates through the classroom door. Lunch was the only moment I had during the day to sit down and talk to my best friend, english class being a study hall today resulted in spiteful hushes from Mrs. O’Donnell, and other bookworms around the lecture hall. The class being a study hall also meant I couldn’t get a word in to Eddie as well. This didn’t stop me from softly kicking his chair, resulting in him kicking back, a signal we used back and forth to give each other a small hello. I paced down the hallway, looking at familiar faces and friends of my brother. One of them, Dustin? I think that’s his name, looked like he had to say something important to me as I sped past his group. Not now curly head, I’ve got to get to the cafeteria, I thought to myself. Usually I’d walk to lunch with Chrissy, but I needed a moment to myself to prepare for the words that were soon to part from my memory, and fall to her ears.

Once I finally reached the doors of the cafeteria I ran to the lunch line, greeted by half of the basketball team and almost all of my fellow cheerleaders. Most of them didn’t realize I had appeared beside them, but the ones who did had this disgusted and freaked expression. I picked up one of the green lunch trays, walking through the line picking my items of interest for the day. When I was halfway through my options, Chrissy appeared beside me, about to burst out of her cheer uniform.

“Y/N, you practically pushed me over after the bell rang! Why were you in such a rush to get here?”

“We can’t talk it about here Chris, when we’re done eating, I’ll tell you.”

“Oh god Y/N, are you pregnant? I mean I kind of guess the way you’ve been peeing so frequently.”

I whisper-shouted, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone had heard. “No, I am not pregnant! And I pee as much as any other girl. It’s about Eddie.”

“Oh,” Chrissy stopped in the middle of her sentence, making a shocked and confused face. “Oh! Y/N you need to tell me everything!”

“I will once the freak police aren’t around. Jason basically cornered me the last time I brought him up.”

When Chrissy and I reached our usual table, eyes followed us - well me. Athletes waiting for the latest gossip on the good girl with the freak. I placed my tray on the table, sitting next to Chrissy. Jason was the first to say something, to break the awkward silence that had grown since I sat down.

“So Y/N, how was your ritual sacrifice with Munson?”

I rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying not to let the wrong words slip out of my mouth at the wrong moment.

“It was actually great! He’s not as dumb as you all think, and he’s an excellent kis- I mean reader!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened, looking at me in fear, hoping the others hadn’t hurt my slip up with my words. I hadn’t realized I said the wrong thing - or that everyone else had caught it until Jason got up from his seat, headed for the Hellfire clubs’ table. The rest of the cafeteria watched as his face was beet red, darting for Eddie Munson.

“Jason! Wait! I didn’t mean to say-“ I was cut off by his raised voice shouting from in front of me.

“I warned you Y/N! And your little boyfriend!”

Once Jason reached the Hellfire table, the members looked confused, and mostly terrified that Jason Carver was face to face with their dungeon master. Eddie was laughing, until her turned to see Jason, smoke coming out of his ears. Eddie squinted his eyes comically, slightly concerned why his head was about to pop.

“Well if it isn’t Jason Carver. Are you here to donate your soul for our game? Or would you like to start with the cheerleaders over there?” Eddie pointed to the jocks table where I stood. He gave me a sly wink, that caused Jason to push Eddie’s chest. Jason looked behind him, to see me with my face brightly rouged. Jason connected the words I spoke and Eddie’s wink towards me, realizing it was true.

“What fucked up spell did you put on Y/N to kiss her, freak? Or did you force yourself on her?”

“Well Jason, why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s the one who kissed me first.”

“No, there’s no way in hell that Y/N Wheeler kissed you.”

I couldn’t hear their conversation from the table, but when I saw Jason get up in Eddie’s face, something told me to walk over there, before things got out of hand. I began walking across the cafeteria, shoes squeaking in anxiety, I tapped Jason on his back. He put his hand up saying,

“One second, I’m trying to get this freak to tell me what he did to Y/N.”

“He didn’t do anything to me Jason, I kissed him.”

Jason’s face dropped, almost looking upset. I knew he had a crush on me, but if he acted this way over a kiss, what makes him think I would ever feel the same way. He turned to look at me. I couldn’t tell if he was about to hit me or walk off. I flinched softly when he raised his hand up, scoffing as he walked away, and out of the cafeteria. I honestly felt bad for him. I just couldn’t get over the fact he would have destroyed Eddie over my feelings for him. I tried to calm down from my fear, but my emotions were cut off by one of the freshman.

“YOU KISSED Y/N?” And then another freshman.

“YOU KISSED MY SISTER?” My brother, Mike shouted.

Eddie ignored the groups’ rambunctious rambling, turning to look at me. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears. I grabbed his hand, looking into his eyes. I tilted my head toward the door signaling for him to follow me. And that he did, I walked him towards the door. His grip never loosened from mine. I looked back a couple times, making sure he was still behind me. I led him to my locker, pulling him in for a kiss, my hands releasing from his grip, cupping onto his face. The kiss held the same force as our first, his velvet plump lips, against mine clad with cherry chapstick. His hands met my waist, gripping at my top swiftly sliding his hands down to my rear. His eyes opened a couple times, looking at my locker, then back to me. I tugged at his jacket, taking in the moment and the material. His tongue glided across the bottom row of my teeth, then connecting with mine. The taste of marijuana, cigarettes, and mint chewing gum filled my mouth. I was the first to pull away, hands still placed on his bicep.

“Look Eddie, I’m really sorry about Jason. About this whole tutoring idea. It was stupid for me to even want to be with you knowing the people that I associate myself with and-“ Eddie cut me off, he has a tendency to do that, a lot.

“Wait, you want to be with me? And this still isn’t some prank your pep squad planned?”

I whined at his disbelief. “Eddie! I don’t care what anyone else thinks about this, or us. Because I will never stop liking you for anyone else, not even Chrissy - uh, don’t tell her I said that.”

Eddie stifled a laugh, pulling me back into a kiss, deeper than the previous ones. I could feel his smile underneath my mouth, his lips quivering as my tongue slipped into his mouth. I pushed his bangs from his forehead, kissing his temple. I left a ruby lip stain.

It was finally the final period of the day, my feet tapping on the wooden floor below me. After lunch the day had warped my memory, resulting in me daydreaming throughout the rest of the day. Eddie is the only thing my mind could focus on, not the math assignment in front of me, or the history project that was due on Monday, or the physics quiz I had bombed last period. Eddie Munson is the poison my mind ran on. Everything about him made me wonder if we would have already been together if I wasn’t a cheerleader. Maybe all the stalking eyes on me would be gone, and I’d be able to be seen in public with the only person I wanted.

I didn’t hear the bell ring, due to my daydreaming. I broke from my dream when a book slammed against my desk, my eyes meeting my teachers. I blinked my eyes a couple times, realizing the bell had rang 5 minutes ago. I picked up my back pack, stuffing my utensils and items haphazardly into the rear pocket, placing it on my back. I walked out the door way, greeted once again with stares from my peers, and a smile from Chrissy.

“What took you so long? I’ve been standing here for 5 minutes, we’re going to be late for cheer practice.”

“I can’t make it today Chris, I have a um, dentist appointment. Really bad cavities!”

“Oh well, I’ll tell Tina. See you Monday Y/N!” Chrissy gave me a hug and wave before walking toward the gym. I smiled back toward her, a sigh of relief dismissing from my nose. I made my way down the hallway, shoes now squeaking in eagerness and excitement. I made it to my locker, struggling with my combination. Once I finally got it open, a small dime bag and a piece of paper fell out the top. I bent down to pick up the bag first. It was filled with weed buds and a black Sharpie message written on the front : “WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE?”.

I picked up the piece of paper, shoving the dime bag into my pocket. I lifted the sheet to my nose, the scent of cologne and marijuana wafting my nostrils. I opened the note. “MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT, THE BIG WHITE VAN -EDDIE”. I held the note close to my chest, eventually putting in into my pocket as well.

I walked out the back doors of the gym into the parking lot. I made my way to the parking lot, a faint sound of heavy metal sound waves traveling through the air. There Eddie was, leaned up against his van, a smug smile painted on his face. I ran towards him, tripping into his arms.

“Careful sweetheart, someone’s excited?”

“You have no idea.”

Eddie pulled me in by my waist once again. Kissing the top of my head, taking in my scent. I looked up into his eyes, captured by his beautifully sculpted brown eyes. He bit his lip, looking down at me as well.

“Well quit staring Wheeler! What are you waiting for? Or is princess too chic for the freak?”

“Never too chic for you, Eddie.” I said as I entered the passenger side of his van.

God, Chrissy is going to scream when I tell her about this!

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milli-moi · 6 months

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Things that Mama-Nat fanfics often miss/get wrong/don’t consider

Another post involving TTJ Verse… but this is also tips for Fanfic writers I guess. I dont see many fics with mama Nat (we need more!!) but a lot of them put me off by what they don’t look at.

Ps, yes this is largely based on her and James (Bucky) because thats the only acceptible pairing! - I mean… ugh… you can paiNat with whoever you want… or whatever…

1- Natasha has sexu@l trauma

- in TTJ Verse, Natasha finds the examinations during labour very hard, she is vulnerable and being reminded of a lot of bad moments.

2 - in the comics, Natasha has been pregnant and given birth before.

- in the TTJ verse, Natasha knew she was in early labour, deliberately had a nap to prepare while waiting for James to come home. She timed her contractions to know they were real and put on her ‘game face’ going into the situation.

3- because of her experiences before Natasha would probably be very scared of being pregnant in fear of losing another child.

- in the TTJ verse, Natasha will not prepare for the baby, she has no interest in buying things and getting ready for the arrival. She is too scared of being hurt again.

4 - Natasha has lived many years (more in the comic verse) knowing she can’t fall pregnant. She wouldn’t necessarily realise she was pregnant especially if the baby was a ‘surprise.’

- In the TTJ verse Natasha only begins to be concerned when she notices a clear change in her weight, being unable to button jeans that should fit. She then took 3 tests, later having it confirmed she was already 23 weeks (5 months) pregnant

5 - there’s a high chance Natasha wouldn’t be that big, she is very fit and athletic, muscle tone can means baby bumps appear smaller.

- in the TTJ verse this is part of not knowing she was pregnant for so long. She is also able to disguise her pregnancy for another couple of months.

6 - Her Relationship with her unborn baby would likely be affected by her past experiences and her life in general.

- in the TTJ verse, Natasha finds it hard to see her bump as anything but alien, she is detached and finds it hard to connect emotionally to the baby, also finding it hard to connect intimately with James as a result

7- Natasha wouldn’t be likely to instantly adore her baby, she would love them more than life itself but she might find it hard to adjust to that.

- in the TTJ verse it was really important to Natasha that she got back to work asap. She needed the sense of purpose. However, she also found that leaving her baby for a few hours was torture and was relieved to get home.

8 - logistics and mess. Pregnancy and postpartum are not easy. There can be a lot of things to consider.

- in the TTJ verse there is an instant of hearing a kitten cry which causes Natasha to end up leaking milk (a natural response to crying). It’s also important to consider pregnant sexy times in terms of logistics, desire etc. as well as changes in sensation.

#black widow #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #marvel #buckynat #winterwidow #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #mcu #black widow fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfic #fanfic authors #mama nat #mama black widow #pregnant Natasha Romanoff #pregnant black widow

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maranull · 1 year

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valentine's day headcanons for Malenia my beloved? 💕

Hi Hug! Sure thing.

Going with modern AU and a first Valentine setting. Also taking some more liberties with the "reader's" actions.

She's the type that never really cared for Valentine's, like, she's aware of the typical candles, petals and moody lighting dates but she never gave it any thought

Which makes a surprise easier (although you still had to call upon her brother's assistance)

Part of our plan is spending the full day together, as you usually spent most of your together time in the evenings

So, you are up at 5:15am, trying to wake yourself up while running behind her along her morning jog

No matter how athletic you may or may not be, after some time you are barely on your feet and she is "forced" to carry you back home

After recovering you start your date

You'd love to visit the local flower exhibition, but given the obscene amount of Valentine's Day displays and bouquets, you decide on "flower hunting"

Flower hunting is walking around quiet neighborhoods and looking for interesting flowers poking out of gardens and yards. Whoever finds the most, or the prettiest looking, wins their drink/snack of their choice when returning home

Given that you're preoccupied with keeping her away from the flower exhibition, you end up loosing and you gave to pay for a hot cocoa*

You get lunch at Miquella's and poor guy is doing his best to hide your plan, but he keeps side eyeing and winking at you at frequent intervals

At around 4-5pm, you leave to spar at your usual park, with a small detour back home to get your sparring gear

(Miquella showed you off then sprinted like hunted by the devil to reach your sparring area)

There, you reveal your gift that Miquella hid for you inside a dead tree trunk

She's a bit shocked at your "Happy Valentine's Day!" exclamation

But she doesn't seem to care for it, or the gift, as she basically lifts you in the air and on the back of a tree with the hug she gave you

In her rush to kiss you she kinda forgets to stop pressing you to the tree, resulting in you kicking your legs in the air while simultaneously trying to kiss back

Back home, insist to shower first and when you're out, you rush to make the table as she's in the shower

Food is her favourite takeout, since you didn't have time for cooking

You set it among white candles and onto a red table cover

You had no time to dry your hair before you hear the water closing, so you run to your seat and wait

She gets out in her usual bare chested, towel tied low around her waist. Somehow she doesn't notice you or the ambiance from the candles as she passes by the hall to get dressed

She comes out in her pajamas and finally notices the table

The dinner itself is very domestic, most remembering moments from old dates and planning a couple new ones

By the end, you end up teasing each other, which turns into play-fighting towards the bedroom

You may or may not spent the night wrestling ;)

I think I managed to finish this before the end of the 14th, so it's still technically in time. :P Also I'm normally passed out at this time so I really hope this is semi-decent cause I have no brainpower to re-check rn.

Hope you like it!

#*this is a Stolen reference and y'all should read bimbom's fic(s) 👍#elden ring #malenia blade of miquella #x reader #headcanons #aight #i'm passing out #👍

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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Omg congratulations on 1k! You deserved it!

And for the event, can you do Hinata Shoyo with the prompt: “love at first sight”?

aa tysm lumi sweetie !! and yes , ofc i can 🫂

DREAM.

[hinata shoyo]

tick, tick, tick .

the clock of shoyo’s lecture room had grown more and more irritating as time went by. his knee bounced impatiently and his eyes skimmed every inch of the room that wasn’t the board or lecturer’s table. the red head didn’t know what he was waiting for, as this wasn’t his first time in this lecture room but it had just felt like a drag altogether. the scratch of pens and clicking of keys, droning voice of his professor and his own thoughts irked him to no end.he glances at the clock again and it’s barely moved - but it’s still almost time for him to leave. he grabs for a pen , his favorite one, and begins clicking it anxiously. anything to get out of the classroom.

shoyo never liked class even in high school. it made him feel small, the knowledge forced into his head and sleep tugging at his eyelids whenever someone began speaking. he didn’t like how dumb it made him feel or how it was just never his thing - another reason why he loved volleyball so much. he never had to do equations or punctuate sentences - nothing of that sort. just raw passion and excitement that filled his veins with a burny, jumpy chemical he never seemed to get enough of. the boy finds his mind wandering farther and farther from the lecture room and his body, drifting to his high school days and the first match he ever played competitively. god, his middle school uniform was so ugly. he can’t believe they made him-

“hey, are you okay?”

shoyo looks up as his brown eyes finally refocus as he comes back to earth. his leg stills, and the clicking of his pen comes to a stop. eyes flitting upward to you, shoyo blinks. once. twice. a third time just to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

he takes a moment to capture you- your features.your head is tilted slightly to the right, eyebrows furrowed just a little bit. your eyes - beautiful, he thought. he knew he’d have a hard time looking away. your eyes sparkled, curious and concerned but kind, well intended. your voice was heavenly, smooth and earthy like a warm chai in a clay mug. it reminded him of the feeling of grass on his feet, the grass of his home and the grounded sensation that came with it. you blink at him, and when he realises he’s been staring for too long he clears his throat. shoyo takes a look around just to find that the lecture room is empty- apart from you two. you’re leaned over his part of the desk, your elbows supporting you and your bag messily slung over you.

“i’m- i’m fine. i’m great, actually,” he says, his voice threatening to crack in betrayal. he sees the way your features soften, and his heart does a little dance in the depth of his chest. you smile, lips widening and your eyes getting smaller as result of the apples of your cheeks rising too. “good, i’m glad, my name’s yn,” you say, nodding at the last bit. he smiles back, cheeks a pretty pink and his lip caught between his teeth. he was excited, burny and jumpy excitement.

“i’m shoyo, it’s nice to meet you, yn.” the athlete greets back. a hand extended, he tries not to faint when he feels yours. you’re shaking his hand. mentally, he’s partially bashing himself because who the hell shakes hands? but when he feels your skin, soft and comforting- he doesn’t think anything. not about his next lecture, practice or anything outside the room. just you, the concern and care you showed a stranger - a weird stranger. shoyo converses with you briefly, and he watches you make your way out the lecture hall. he sits , a smile on his face and red painted on his cheeks from before.

shoyo gets up eventually, but he can’t help but feel like he’s asleep, because you were a dream.

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nflsundayticket · 27 days

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NFL Kick off New Rules Announced for Tackling and Kickoffs

we haven't gone over it but we will this arrangement where the kick happens well beyond the action. Yeah and everybody is packed together in a tight box where you can't get high-speed collisions. Let's go ahead and do that while we're there. You've got the kicker at the 35. This is the base package of the new kickoff kickers at the kicking team's 35. His 10 teammates are on the receiving team's 40 and nine of the receiving team players are between the 35 and the 30. It's all clustered together. If we've got the graphic of the hybrid kickoff, I think that really will help people understand what this is going to look like. And then behind that action you've got one or two returners in the landing zone. There it is on the left. Look at the right side of that. The two returners are aligned there between the 20 and the goal line. That is the landing zone. All the X's are the kicking team members. There are the red dots that are the receiving team blockers. But it's all packed together in the receiving team's end of the field. Chris, with the primary goal of eliminating high-speed collisions and potentially serious neck injuries that would result. Yeah, no it's it's I like listen I'm I think it's the best possible scenario we could figure out to still keep the play. I like it. The five yards really there it's it's not enough room to create a huge collision to hurt anybody right. That aspect of it I like I do. Um the you know again we've talked about the creativity on both sides. You know when the ball's kicked what what do you do? What are the red dots do? How they can conform or move to block to stop the blue X's right? Or what are the blue X's going to do? And you know what pattern or approach are they going to take according to how the ball's kicked and where are they going to go to corral the tackler? That's that's the that that's what I'm interested to see the creativity there. The creativity with two returners back. Right now the one thing I will say that like I here's my first unintended consequence that I worry about right. And you just talked about the punt is a little similar to that right. You got 10 guys here. You got nine guys here. And if one guy misses and it's a high kick and the guy's going to return it and he's looking up. you know I do think you could start to see some punt return style car crashes as the gu's about to oh you can't do that. You can't. Yeah, that's right. That's right. This is this is the Electric football component that video of the X nobody moves nobody moves nobody moves. I went down the road the road too far my bad my bad my bad that's right. So they have to wait till he catches it so you're good. It's electric football and the kid's getting ready to hit the button and he hits the button as soon as the ball is caught so you're not going to have that height on kicks doesn't matter. Hang Time doesn't matter all that matters is placement where does the ball get caught and then once the ball's caught off they go the kid's holding the button boom I'm turning it on as soon as he catches it and and look I'm an idiot I knew that I knew that I I literally thought about an unintended consequence as I was looking at the graph and then talked myself into o that could happen like an idiot uh but that's fine. There's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with that it's a creative mind that gets a little off the rails time get a little definitely but that was a that was uh that that's what I'm excited for right right there what you see there at the end you know again with a guy who just finds a a a crease and explodes up the field that that's where I think we all we all love to see great athletes in space and what they can do in those moments and I think that this this new play can can provide us all with that. I wish they hadn't tweaked the rule to move the Touchback from the 35 to the 30 because once these teams start deploying badass returners and once they decide the chances of having a Jason seahorn moment if anybody remembers that the great cornerback of the Giants they decided to make him a kick returner and I think in the Jets Giants game it in the pr was there yeah got hit torn ACL on a kick return and that was that for Jason Sehorn. I think he played again after that but he was never the same again after that moment right. You're going to have a less of a risk. So you're going to put Tyreek Hill back there potentially maybe you're going to do it in a big game. Read the full article

#Athletetraining #Footballcommunity #Footballrules #Gameinnovation #Kickoffdynamics #Playersafety #Sportsevolution #Sportsregulations #Strategyinfootball #Tacklingtechniques

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leeenuu · 3 years

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congratulations to tom daley and matty lee of great britain for winning a gold medal in men's synchronised 10m platform final at the tokyo 2020 summer olympics. (26th july 2021)

#tom daley #matty lee #olympicsedit #olympics #tokyo 2020 #team gb #great britain #diving #oly*#gifs*#i love moments like these when the athletes are waiting for the results and the boom they have a gold medal #then***#also i thought daley already had a gold but no... only two bronzes #and this is lee's first olympics like wow #1k*#3k*#5k*#10k*

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chimielie · 3 years

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dish it out (take it)

summary: Sakusa x F!Reader. one plus one equals love (he's bad at math).

word count: 3.7k

cw: swearing, reader is smart, happy ending

a/n: sakusa is hashtag whipped (even though he's not very sweet)

The day hell freezes over, you’re slumped over your desk, half your heart in your calculations and the other half far away.

You’re daydreaming of the combined boba and taiyaki shop not too far from your house, hoping to get a taste of their recently debuted ube flavors before the winter chill sets in and it becomes too cold to visit regularly. Already, autumn is settling in nicely. The air tastes like apples and fried dough, and your favorite coat is waiting patiently in your closet to accompany you on early-morning coffee runs and walks to the library.

Still, the season remains mostly in your imagination at this point, your surroundings really the familiar scene of your math classroom, clouds of chalk puffing up in odd places and the sound of scribbling ever-present. You direct all of your attention back to your worksheet, realizing belatedly that you’d skipped over an entire problem while woolgathering. You sigh and begin erasing.

Unfortunately, menial tasks make your mind wander, too, and your teacher has to call your name twice before you jolt up in your seat. Her eyes crinkle at you. You suppress a smile, asking deferentially what she needs.

“Can I speak to you outside?” You nod and stand, smoothing down your uniform before following closely behind.

The hallway is empty, save for a face you recognize mostly from the school newsletter and your literature class.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is Itachiyama Institute’s pride and joy, an athletic superstar as well as a top student.

You’ve never really interacted with him, even though it’s the second term of your third year of attendance. He doesn’t talk to many people— mostly his cousin and his teammates— unless he has to, although he’s been known to hold doors open for others and offer tissues when someone sneezes.. Once, he sat next to you in the top row of the bleachers at an assembly. You, focused on scribbling in your notebook, looked up to shoot him a friendly smile, while he blinked curiously at you from behind his face mask.

The rest of the year, he sat with his fellow athletes.

You peer with interest at him while he seems both to recede into his neon yellow team jacket and to loom threateningly at a height only intensified by his aggressively correct posture. Up close, Sakusa has dark eyes that seem only darker in the poor fluorescent lighting, eye bags that bely a habit of practicing late, and obnoxiously clear skin. Your gaze only dips down for a moment and his clothes are loose-fitting, but you can tell that he’s an athlete. When you return to his face, there’s a smug, barely-there tilt to his previously downturned mouth.

“Sakusa, this is L/N Y/N; L/N, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You look between her and Sakusa, wondering if, given the formality of the introduction, you ought to be shaking the boy’s hand.

Before you can even begin to extend your own hand, Sakusa nods curtly and says, “We’re acquainted.”

Your teacher clasps her hands together. Outwardly, you press your lips together, flattening them into a thin line; inwardly, you wonder what in the world happened that you became acquaintances with someone you’ve never spoken to. Sakusa tacks on:

“She’s smart.” Outwardly, you hope that your face is completely still; inwardly, you think there’s been a nuclear accident in your organs. Something is definitely melting.

“Yes,” your teacher agrees. “She’s the primary pick for the mathematics department award, not that I’m meant to tell you that. L/N, I’m sorry to spring this on you now, but you’ve always proven to be an excellent tutor in the past, even if you’re as busy as any other third-year. Would you be open to tutoring Sakusa?”

You stare openly at your peer now, trying to discern what would result in this kind of intervention. Your teacher’s smile falters. Sakusa rolls his eyes up to heaven.

“Of course,” you say slowly. “I would be happy to help you, Sakusa-san.”

The ninth layer of hell freezes solid.

Once the final bell for the day rings, you walk slowly towards the exit, realizing that you have no way to contact Sakusa and no way to know when he expects his tutoring sessions to begin. As you drag your feet, you hope that you won’t have to approach him during tomorrow’s class, a hardly private setting, since he’d seemed irritated by the idea of anyone who might make fun of his current concern.

Rather than forcing you to come to him, he pops up on you in a batlike manner, black hair and yellow jacket glaring at you in your periphery just before he speaks.

“Hello,” a deep, smooth voice that shocks you out of your skin sounds behind you. You stumble back a few steps, one arm pinwheeling while the other’s grip on your textbooks slips slightly. Before anything (yourself included) falls, Sakusa reaches out and wraps one hand around your wrist, his grip tight as you steady yourself. He lets go almost immediately, shooting a look that could draw blood at his hand before settling his expression back into his usual apathy.

“Thanks,” you say. “I was just looking for you.”

“Do you know my schedule?” His tone is too dry to tell you if he’s asking in a friendly manner. You walk ahead slightly to push open the door to the outside, inhaling sweet fresh air and the remnants of summer sunshine deeply.

“No,” you say, relaxed enough to give him a genuine smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in stalking you, although I probably will need to have your schedule in order to proceed with regular tutoring sessions, depending on how much help you need.”

“Sounds like a stalker,” Sakusa grumbles, chewing on his bottom lip. You try to focus on the environment and the students passing by rather than your intense desire to roll your eyes so far back in your skull they get stuck. You’re sure he has fangirls, but you’re sure the club isn’t so large he needs to vet everyone he meets. Then he’s rattling off an absurd schedule, crammed with practices and games and practice games and scouting calls and…

You yank out your planner and begin taking down notes as fast as you can, replaying his words in your memory.

“Pause,” you say, holding up one hand and continuing as he stares at your bent head. “Continue.”

It takes him a moment, but he does.

When he’s finished, he asks, somewhat superciliously, “Did you get all that?”

“I think so,” you say, flipping your planner and showing it to him. “It’s all here, yes?”

He takes it out of your hands and peers at it, brows drawing up. It’s when he starts re-reciting the routine beneath his breath, checking off each individual event for what you’re pretty sure is the second time, that you start to feel seriously underestimated.

“You don’t need to check again,” you say testily, putting a hand on your hip. “I know it’s all there.”

“Of course,” he says, looking up with wide eyes. “...I’m sure it is.” He hands you back the planner, which you accept without thanks.

“I’ll see you at…” you stab one finger at the planner without looking. “...Seven A.M.” Fuck.

He nods and turns around, walking back into the school building. You shove your planner into your bag and march away, your head swirling with cinnamon spiced indignation.

Seven A.M., while obnoxiously early, soon proves to be no more annoying than your student.

“Hey, Sakusa,” you wave him over. He takes the seat beside you and pulls out his notebook, an impressively thick affair stuffed with extra notes and study guides.

“I hate mornings,” he greets you.

“Don’t you have to get up early for volleyball?” When he doesn’t respond, you look over at him only to see that he’s once more retreated into his jacket collar, chin tucked down. There’s pink blazing over his cheeks, too, contrasting his black curls and eyes and moles nicely. Even the tip of his nose is blushing, like he’s been out in the cold for too long. Perhaps he’s sensitive to the outside air?

“I don’t hate mornings,” he says, stumbling so slightly over his words that you think you’ve imagined it. “My cousin dislikes them, which we were discussing earlier. I don’t know why I said that.”

“O-kay,” you say, extending him a pencil as a symbol of kindness. He must really hate the idea of getting help from a fellow student. “Do you want to get started on the skill assessment?”

“Yes,” he seizes on the opportunity, relieved. “Please.”

The reason for this kind of teacher-mandated intervention, apparently, is that Sakusa really, really sucks at math.

He immediately gives off the impression of someone trying really, really hard to be good at it, but failing miserably. You give him an extra ten minutes on the assessment out of pity, because every time you look surreptitiously over his shoulder he’s erasing furiously and marking back answers that are somehow more incorrect than they were the first time. His face is still slightly flushed, his brows furrowed so deeply you worry he’s going to get wrinkles in that perfect skin. Sakusa Kiyoomi takes to failure like a fish to the desert or a camel to a treetop.

“Time,” you say finally. He drops his pencil and sits up straight, his face set as though he’s expecting to be scolded. You’ve had more than a few harsh tutors in your time, but Sakusa’s flat gaze and perpetually downturned mouth would make you feel odd trying to intimidate him. You aren’t the type of person to treat him like he’s fragile, either, though, so you settle on the middle ground and hope that he’s not more sensitive than he looks.

“You’re behind, but you know that,” you say gingerly, hoping he won’t stand up and storm out at any indication that he’s not perfect. When he remains so still you think he might not be listening, you continue. “I’ll put together a curriculum of sorts before our next session, and we’ll work along a schedule to get you not only caught up but prepared to keep up. Good?”

“Good luck,” he huffs, more to himself than to you. “But yes, that sounds fine. Is there anything else for today?”

“No,” you say. “I’ll see you in two days’ time? Not in the morning, just in case.”

He pencils it into his own planner.

“Don’t bother giving me extra time on stuff like that,” he says, and noticing the way you purse your lips, adds, “But I appreciate the thought.”

Tutoring Sakusa is a uniquely frustrating experience. While he puzzles out basic statistics, you study the wing spiker in the capacity he’s willing to show you. He’s snarky and stiff in an often faintly offensive way, but just often enough, he does something so totally endearing— she’s smart, I’m sure it is, his blush— that your faith in his mere awkwardness and not his apparent rudeness is restored. He has a knack for finding the quietest spot in the library, and he gets pissy if you ask him why he’s waited so long to get a tutor (I’m just not good at it, okay?). He works harder than any student you’ve ever had; you think he might even be a harder worker than you are.

Late one Saturday afternoon, you learn that Sakusa is the type to keep banging his head against the wall until it breaks; meaning that you’ve been here for two hours and he hasn’t shown any indication that he wants to stop filling out worksheets and repeating problems until he can apply formulas correctly to all of them.

“I don’t mind working past our designated time,” you stretch in your seat, not noticing the way his eyes follow your movement, then dart back to his paper. “But you seem to be grasping the concept pretty well at this point, so should we head out?”

At that moment, the clock chimes, and he seems a little startled at how long the ringing lasts. He nods his assent, somewhat discombobulated by the hour— it had been sunny when you began, and the sky is painted in shades of starry night now.

“I didn’t mean to keep you,” he stretches himself, and it’s your turn to avert your eyes, his shirt riding up ever so slightly. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Uh, sure,” you say, not at all opposed to a gesture of kindness from the wing spiker. “What are you thinking?”

Sakusa is apparently thinking of a side street, lamps and succulents spilling light and life over the diners. You, dazzled by the crowd of people and number of shops (and wearing a borrowed, fresh-from-the-wrapper paper mask at his insistence), shuffle forward as he turns right; your breath comes a little heavier in panic when he grabs your hand, not your wrist this time, to pull you towards the restaurant he’d forgotten to tell you you were going to. You walk hand in hand all the way to the register, where he drops it to hand you a menu. You feel, suddenly, listening to music playing over hidden speakers and watching gas lamp shadows dance over the walls, a warmth in your chest like the spread of a hot drink through your body.

You order mint tea and drizzle a lot of honey into it.

“It’s gorgeous weather,” you comment, trailing a hand through the warm air.

“It’s not bad,” Sakusa agrees.

“Would it kill you to be positive for once?” You laugh, taking the edge off the words. “I swear, you’re so lukewarm about everything.”

“Not everything,” he points out. “You haven’t talked to me about volleyball.”

“I’m your math tutor.”

“How can you say I’m lukewarm about everything, then? You only talk to me about math.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m normal. You’re annoying.”

“I’m normal!”

“You know how to do math. That’s not normal.”

“That is a low blow,” you gasp, knowing that you can’t retaliate on the same level and knowing that he knows it too. “You’re paying for dinner.”

His expression screams isn’t it obvious?

“I was always gonna pay for dinner.”

He pays for taiyaki with ube filling, too, and he insists on seeing you all the way to your door.

“I’m walking you home, L/N-san. This isn’t a conversation.”

You huff and call him a stalker.

After perhaps a week of tossing and turning before you can sleep and feeling the phantom touch of his dry, callused hand in your own whenever you so much as catch a glimpse of that godawful neon getup, you accept that you might have a crush on Sakusa Kiyoomi. You think of the way you can read his face now, and you hope that the thaw you’re seeing in his pretty eyes isn’t just a miscalculation.

“What are you doing?” Sakusa isn’t taking his usual route (away from you) and is instead following close behind. So close, in fact, it could almost be considered by your side.

“Walking you home.”

“You know I’ve walked myself home a thousand times, right? I even take the train like a real adult.”

“Why are you always so grumpy?”

“You’re one to talk,” you retort. “Who ranted about the uselessness of trigonometry for about ninety more sentences than you usually say altogether?”

“Who got caught passing notes complaining about the source material in lit today?” His face is so smug, you want to kiss it. You wonder if you have bad taste in men. You’re grateful this crush will go nowhere.

“You saw that?” The teacher had been kind enough to whisper while she admonished you. “It still sucks, though.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Can’t believe they consider that shit a classic.” You poke him with two fingers, right on the moles. He cringes back and bats at your hand, but you’re already tripping to the side, leaning so far away from him the world goes sideways.

“You should respect your schoolwork,” you say haughtily, sticking your nose in the air. “It’s okay if I do it, because I’m your senior—”

“By a few months.” You scowl at him, and he mocks a smile, which is frankly terrifying. More of a baring of teeth than anything.

“Let me have this.”

“No.”

“Augh!” Your groan breaks into a laugh at the end. “Fine, fine, have it your way.”

“I will,” and he looks so pleased with himself you start laughing all over again.

The walk home is comprised mostly of this: wading through pools of golden leaves, swirls of them kicked up by the wind as you pass. You and Sakusa banter, and on one occasion you even gather the courage to knock into his side, blaming it on unsteady feet. You shiver.

He gives you his jacket.

Maybe stress is to blame for the way things end (or begin), or maybe it’s that Sakusa is an incurable asshole.

“How did we even get to this topic?” You throw up your hands, dropping your pencil with a clatter on the desk in front of him.

“We—”

“I didn’t mean literally recap it,” you snarl. “I remember what you said perfectly well.”

“What I meant— if you would just listen to me— was that I don’t appreciate you poking into my business.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I assumed it would be okay to ask you a question, y’know, like friends do.”

“I’ve told you that I just don’t like asking for help a million times, and we’re not friends,” he says shortly. You feel all the fire drain out of you, leaving only a slow-simmering cauldron of anger that makes you feel as cold as Tokyo winters.

You think of every moment you’d pushed off as shyness, of poor social skills, and you realize that you’re a moron who’s been reading between the wrong lines for months now.

Sakusa Kiyoomi fucking hates you.

“Right,” you say, your voice snapping with rage. “My bad. Can we turn to number four on the worksheet?”

“I didn’t mean that,” he says, and though you won’t look at him, you can hear his expression in his voice. “I just get—”

“No, Sakusa! You always do this, you’re an uncooperative ass all day and then you do something fucking nice that makes me think that maybe you like me back—” You snap your mouth shut.

“You like me?” His voice, while retaining its usual quietness, lacks all of the steel you’ve come to associate with his speech.

“No,” you grit out. “No, it was a slip of the tongue, I meant—”

“You do,” he says. “You like me.” He says it like he’s tasting something sweet, trying to roll it around his mouth before he swallows it and lets the flavor go.

“I hate you, Sakusa,” you say, your mouth dry around the lie, and pick up your phone.

“I liked you first,” he says suddenly. Your head snaps up.

“Why are you choosing now to develop a sense of humor?”

“I’m not,” he swallows, throat bobbing. “Joking. I’ve liked you, for a while. You— I’m gonna sound insane, fucking hell, I’m going insane— I don’t know, I’ve always noticed you? You’re gorgeous, obviously, but you’re so smart and fast and,” he clicks his fingers, “with it? I liked hearing you talk, in class, and you’re,” he heaves another breath, looking at you with starry midnight eyes. “Really, really pretty, did I say that? Everything you do, it’s fascinating to me—”

You hold up a hand, still reeling from you’re gorgeous, obviously and with it and I’ve liked you for a while. That blush is creeping up his neck, again, under the mask tucked beneath his chin, up over his cheeks and his blushing nose.

“Everything?”

“Everything,” he confirms. “I don’t think it was even the looks thing, you just have this draw, do you even know— I can’t even describe it beyond ‘pick up pen sensually.’ When I saw how efficient your meticulous notetaking system was, I thought it was hot. How can your organizational skills be hot?”

He’s starting to sound despairing. You stare at him, your emotions confused all round but settling somewhat on happy.

“What I’m saying, anyway, is that I do go slightly insane around you, and Motoya tries to give me advice and I just keep regurgitating it all wrong and I’m— I just like you a lot.”

“I think I should get you to the nurse, I’m sorry for fighting with you when you’re clearly unwell.” You reach up to press the back of your hand against his forehead, but that just backfires miserably.

He grabs your wrist, pulling you in close; you feel like a character in a movie, swaying on your toes while he looks down with the most smoldering expression you imagine Sakusa Kiyoomi can muster.

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” he says. You can smell him, a little spicy and a little sweet. Red and gold and russet. “I’m not good at flirting.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you say, and your lungs feel so, so empty. You can’t seem to catch your breath. “I thought you hated me.”

“Never,” he says, then drops his forehead to rest it against yours, those soot black lashes fluttering shut. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to sound like you’re choking on the apology,” you mumble. “But you’re forgiven.”

“Good. It won’t happen again. Can I kiss you?”

“Kiyoomi,” you pull him towards you, whisper against his lips, feel him shiver slightly. “Finish your worksheet. Then you’ll get an answer.”

He does, although he doesn’t make a secret of his grumbling, sitting back down and picking up his pencil. His knuckles are white as he grips it. Still, he steals shy glances at you while you lean back in your seat, eyes (mostly) on your phone. A smile tugs at your lips, and you knock your knee into his.

He can sweat a little. You know he’ll like what you’re going to say when he’s done.

tagging: @crystal-lilac , @kohi-zeri , @teesumu (you told me to tag you in this fic like,, forever ago RIP i hope you don't mind and if you do i'll take you off right away)!

#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader

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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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angel | kuroo tetsurou

summary: the only thing that came to mind when you heard the word angel, was your crushes ex girlfriend. so what do you do when suddenly you’re the angel or how a book can bring two people together

pairing: college!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: smut, a lotta plot tho, basically pwp

word count: 7.9k

warnings: dom!kuroo, fingering, oral fem! receiving, praise, both being extremly needy, it’s not really kinky, slight breeding kink tho, a few spanks, vaginal penetration

authors note: pls don’t even ask about the book thing, this entire thing is based of one of my dreams and i had no idea why the book appeared, but it did and i didn’t wanna leave it out soooo, ye<3 here’s a link to my masterlist

you sighed, as you continued typing your essay. maybe coming to the coffee shop was not the best idea you had, since it was friday and apparently every college student on campus decided it was coffee time after their lecture, but you didn’t expect it to be so overflown with people.

sitting at the far back, you realized that you were not going to get any work done with how loud everyone around you was being, so you just sat back and observed the people around you, while drinking the cheap coffee you ordered earlier. observing and analyzing the behavior of those around you always came natural to you. some guy watching his girlfriend as she was deciding what to order, even though she was taking way too long, with love. a friend group of a few pretty girls walking past a table full of sexist pigs who thought the only way to get their attention was by whistling after them as if they were dogs. and your crush looking at you.

wait.

huh?

quickly averting your eyes back to your laptop, you could feel your heart rate pick up to an unnatural speed. pretending to suddenly be terribly busy with drinking coffee, a million thoughts ran through your head. you were quite positive that you’ve seen his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so why was he staring so intensely at you?

it’s not as if you never talked. kuroo tetsurou was easily the most interesting person you have ever had the pleasure of having intellectual conversations with. you were taking some business classes in your third semester, since you thought they would be of value for your future. that’s where you met him. kuroo sat next to you since the first day of the lecture but you were way too intimidated by his attractiveness to start the first real conversation beyond greetings, so when the opportunity had arisen, you snatched it right away.

after one of the lectures, he left his phone on the desk and since he was already gone, you took it and hurried after him. just as he was leaving through the huge main doors of your university, you caught up to him and grabbed his arm. embarrassingly, not being the most athletic made you look like a creep as kuroo directed his confused stare at your form, hunched over, breathing hard but still latching onto his arm.

“uh, hi? y/n, right?”, the tall boys’ confusion lightly seeped into his questioning tone as his eyes moved between you and the hand you used to hold him back from walking further.

taking one last deep breath, you forced yourself to stand up right and look into his eyes, but oh, what mistake that was. funnily enough, you never actually looked directly into his eyes, so you didn’t expect to suddenly have to divert all your focus on trying to keep the gasp, you wanted to let out, in your throat. in your memories, from the milliseconds you had the courage to look into his eyes when he greeted you, his eyes were brown but all at once you were confronted with the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen.

as a consequence of having to put all your mental capacity on not gasping out loud or even worse, admitting how attractive he was, the words that came out of your mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

“you. phone. lecture. forgot”, you stumbled over your words as if that were your first attempt at communicating.

feeling your already hot face burn brighter as tetsurous confusion further solidified on his handsome face, you only hoped he thought the running was responsible for you looking like a sweaty mess.

you forced yourself to let out a short laugh as you broke eye contact to gain back your composure. “sorry, I didn’t expect the running to get to me that bad. maybe lev is right, I should try some aerobics with him”, starting to mumble towards the end, you shook your head. “anyway, you forgot your phone on the table in our lecture just now. i didn’t want to hold onto it till thursday and didn’t know where else to find you, so i ran after you. m’ sorry if I kinda freaked you out”, you quickly added while holding out his phone to him.

as you never really talked to the tall man before, your head snapped up to look at him when you heard his deep chuckle. was there something that’s not attractive about this man?

taking the phone from your hands, you were finally able to experience the first full sentence kuroo tetsurou ever directed at you. “well, thanks. i definitely didn’t wanna be without a phone two whole days, so i appreciate you running after me with such determination”, he remarked, as he observed how out of breath you still were, grinning.

“oh god, you know, never doing anything nice for you ever again sounds good right about now”, you groaned, lifting a hand in front of your face to stop him from studying your slightly damp face.

nothing on this green-blue-brown floating rock in space that is also known as the earth, could have prepared you for what you were witnessing next. with your mouth slightly ajar, you looked at tetsurou as he leaned over, clutching his stomach, while letting out the funniest laugh you have ever heard in your life.

in your mind, you saw a quick flash of a scene from ‘the lion king’, in which one of the hyenas was laughing exactly like that. you briefly wondered whether kuroo was influenced by that scene as a kid before you couldn’t keep your laugh in anymore after the initial shock subdued.

“my apologies, the situation was just way too perfect for me to not tease you. i’d be honored if you’d grace me with your kindness again, my highness”, he slightly bowed while, once again, flashing you that sly smirk that made you wanna punch and make out with him at the same time.

you tried to match his energy as best as you could with your head jumbled from the proximity to the man you have been sitting next to every tuesday and thursday from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., but looking back at the interaction, you couldn’t wrap your head around tetsurou wanting to continue talking to you after that conversation.

“i’ll consider it, peasant.”

after that, you and your smart seatmate talked a lot more. you found out that he was majoring in sports management and minoring in chemistry even though it was so different from management, just because he liked it. lev, your best friend at college since the first day when he didn’t see you from his 6’5” point of view and knocked you over as you were looking at the menu in the very coffee shop you were currently sitting in, turned out to be one of kuroo’s old friends from high school. which let you to find out the most unfortunate information about kuroo tetsurou thus far.

as you were walking to your next lecture with the dark-haired man, lev joined in with a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman by his side. you immediately recognized alisa, lev’s sister. even though the silver-haired boy was ginormous, he couldn’t hold his liquor very well, which resulted in you having to drag the giraffe of a human home after a party quite a few times. there, you met alisa.

wanting to go in for a hug with the beautiful blonde, you froze at once as you tried to process what you were seeing. tetsurou had an arm wrapped around her petite waist, the other one placed on her sharp jaw, as he softly pecked her lips.

lev excitedly started telling you about a new side job he got as a model and while you supported him with your whole heart and were genuinely proud of him for landing that job, you could only zero in on the sight in front of you. your eyes hyper focused on the way his large hands were gently grabbing her waist, your ears on the soft ‘how was your day?’ and flirty ‘better, now that you’re here’ exchanged.

putting on your best poker face and directing your attention to the excited titan beside you, your own reaction startled you. even more surprising was who you were jealous of. you did have a small crush on alisa at the start, who wouldn’t? she’s tall, beautiful, fun, loving, caring, alas she was way too similar to lev to develop a full-on crush on her. then, it dawned on you, that the one you were jealous of, was not tetsurou, but in fact, alisa.

of course, you thought your seatmate was attractive from the first moment you saw him, but how you managed to develop a crush on him without even realizing it, was beyond you. ugly, jealous thoughts made their way into your head about one of the most loveable people you met. those disgusting thoughts slithered their hands around your throat, trying to suffocate you and so you buried that small crush in the back of your mind.

after that encounter you kept your distance to the handsome male. it was better for you, your sanity and everyone involved. in no way were you ever going to go between a loving relationship because of your own selfish feelings.

for crying out loud, you didn’t even know kuroo that well while alisa was like a sister to you. however, you weren’t able to tune out the insecure voices in your head. of course, he liked tall, model-like women who resembled angels not only physically but also with their personality. who were you to compare yourself to her? not even you yourself liked who you were, so why would one of the most attractive guys you ever saw?

you deserved someone good, but alisa deserved the world, so you just wished that tetsurou was the best for her.

and while kuroo tetsurou was a lot of things, he wasn’t ignorant, so when you decided to sit down in another seat in the lecture a few times or made up some excuses as to why he couldn’t walk with you to your next seminar, he knew something was wrong.

which brings you back to right now, with you staring at your laptop, hoping that the boy you’ve been trying to avoid wouldn’t come over to check on you. alas, your luck was apparently all spent, because you could see a tall, dark figure drop themselves on the bench in front of you.

“y/n.”

at the low tone of his voice calling your name, you lifted your gaze from your laptop to look at the boy you were trying to stay clear of.

“hmm? oh, hey tetsurou. didn’t see you there.” bullshit, he thought.

“yeah, ’m here with alisa. just a quick break before she has her next lecture.” while saying that, kuroo focused on your expression, trying to gauge your emotions and maybe get a hint on why you were actively keeping him at arm’s length.

after taking a swift look in the direction the happy couple was sitting just a few minutes ago, you nodded and kept your eyes on your coffee.

“that’s nice, you should probably go back now though. don’t want you to waste precious date time”, you said cheerfully, but weren’t able to keep out the slightly bitter tone out of your voice. that’s exactly why you were trying to stay away from him. the sight of the merry couple only fueled your toxic thoughts about two people you cherished and even though you wished for them to be happy together, the insecurities deep inside you wouldn’t let you.

seeing the slight change in your voice and expression, kuroo cocked his head to the side. did he say the wrong thing?

“she’s already leaving, so i decided to catch up with you for a bit.”

fantastic.

“well,” you remarked while closing your laptop and starting to pack your things, “I also need to get going, was nice seeing you though.”

“i’ll walk you”, was in fact not what you wanted to hear. but the universe hated you for some reason. you looked back at him and waved your hand dismissingly, trying to speedily think of a reason why he couldn’t accompany you: “uh, you see, i, uh... i’m visiting my parents this weekend, so i’ll just take the train. ’m not going back to the dorms.”

even if kuroo would have been stupid and oblivious, which he was not, your hurried attempt at getting rid of him just confirmed all his suspicions. but the ex-captain wasn’t going to let you run away from him so easily.

“no problem, i’ll walk you to the train station. the field i practice volleyball in with lev and a few others is nearby. ‘was gonna head there anyway, let’s go.” this time, he didn’t let you enough time to object, so you were stuck grabbing your things and following him, regardless of what you wanted.

to your surprise, kuroo didn’t say a thing on the way to the train station. you expected him to force you into a whole debate about whether pluto was a planet or not, but he just stayed silent. was that a bit of your luck shining through, or was he angry?

not wanting to push your luck any longer, you stayed silent as well, as you waited for your train at the designated platform. guess you had to make a surprise visit to your hometown because of your little lie, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. some time away to clear your head.

but just as you got excited for the spontaneous trip, kuroo finally dropped what has been on his mind the whole walk or rather, the whole three weeks you’ve been running away from him as if he was on fire and you couldn’t wait to get away from him as far as possible.

“y/n. why are you avoiding me?”, he questioned, looking at the rails ahead, instead of you.

“w-what? i’m not, why would you think that?”, you quickly sputtered out, hardly able to convince yourself of your own lies.

tetsurou gave you a look of complete skepticism, quickly shutting down your protests. “don’t play dumb with me, ’m not stupid. i know you’re not sitting down way further in the back or running out of the lecture on accident. you’re doing this on purpose. even just a moment ago you didn’t want me to escort you. tell me why.”

luckily, the train arrived just on time, so you quickly hoped on with a fleeting 'see you next week' and hoped he would just assume you didn’t quite catch what he said because of the train.

he didn’t though. he knew that you heard him.

the short spontaneous weekend trip turned into you staying for almost two whole weeks because of a cold, so your mom wouldn’t let you return without someone taking care of you, not knowing you had some big news waiting for you once you got back.

“we broke up.”

wou were currently in the library after returning to campus, trying to catch up on some lectures you missed, when alisa entered. together, you were walking around the english literature section, catching up when she dropped the bomb.

“wait, what? how? when? why? huh? what did he do?”, you asked dumbfounded, feeling bad about your two friends, who were so clearly in love, breaking up. but even more than that, you could feel disgust creep up your spine because deep down you knew you were sickly happy about the fact that kuroo was now single. what a shit fucking friend you were.

“relax”, alisa chuckled. “he didn’t do anything, we just kinda came to the agreement that we don’t love each other the same anymore. i felt like he was always distracted the last weeks we were together, always deep in thought, and i decided to concentrate on my graduation and career as a model. it was a great college relationship and i still care for him, we just… we broke up about a week ago.”

“well, as long as you’re both happy with the decision”, you sighed while picking ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen from a bookshelf, not feeling like such a piece of shit for being lowkey happy about it anymore, but you still knew you two would never work. even if the breakup was mutually decided, tetsurou was still her ex.

hearing alisa giggle, you turned your gaze from the book in your hand and wondered: “huh? why are you laughing?” the tall blonde only grinned and continued her way down the aisle. completely confused, you followed her with the book still in hand.

“what the fuck? kinda acting sus not gonna lie.”

“wow, I thought you had better jokes than that y/n”, she teased, sitting down at a nearby table.

breathing out some air out of your nose in mock anger, you sat down beside her, tipping your non-existent fedora. “sorry i’m not up to your comedy standards, m’lady.”

alisa laughed loudly before noticing the book you were still holding, her laughter turning into a knowing grin. once again, you shot her a confused look: “what is it with you today? your mood swings are confusing the shit outta me.”

“you know, that’s like one of tetsu’s favorite books.”

“what? 'pride and prejudice'?”, you inquired, puzzled. why was she telling you this? “are you like, having some post-breakup nostalgia or?”

she laughed once again, waving her manicured hand dismissingly and shaking her head: “it just kinda popped into my head. i never read it, but he once wanted to read it to me. it did not end well; i couldn’t take it seriously and had to laugh the whole time. he just gave up and sulked for the rest of the evening.”

“yep, definitely pbn”. the girl shoved your shoulder slightly while snickering before taking out her laptop and working on something, leaving you alone with your conflicted thoughts.

as fate would have it, you didn’t really talk to kuroo for the last two weeks of lectures. finals were catching up and you had a lot of exams, leaving you with no time to catch up with the tall boy. plus, you were still trying to avoid him. you weren’t about to give into temptation and try your luck with alisa’s ex, which was much easier if said temptation didn’t walk around looking fine directly in front of you.

but with the weekend starting, you agreed to go to a party with the haiba siblings to treat yourself to a break from typing essay after essay. it was obvious that kuroo would also be there and this time, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. the running had finally caught up to you.

before the party, you decided to go to the library to work on one of your essays, but with how much work there was left, you simply forgot the time. at 10 p.m., your phone rang.

“hello?”

“girl? why aren’t you here yet? and why aren’t you answering our messages? we texted you like a million times”, levs’ questioning voice echoed through the speaker.

quickly checking the time and number of messages you got, you gasped: “oh god, so sorry! i was at the library working on my shitty marketing essay! ’m gonna be right there!”

ending the phone call, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to your dorms. stripping on the way to the bathroom in your one room apartment, you hopped into the shower, feeling as if you were trying to break the world record for the fastest shower known to men.

as you were stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, someone knocked at your door, startling you. did the haiba siblings come to pick you up? with a hasty ‘’m coming’, you hurried to the door in only a towel.

“hey, I just got out of the shower, I just need…” faltering in your sentence, you gripped your towel tighter, trying not to freak out. because there were no alisa and lev in sight. just kuroo tetsurou. while you were standing there. with only a towel on. fuck. “that’s uh… you’re not alisa and lev.”

“er… n-no, no i’m not”, kuroo stuttered out, at least having the decency to avert his eyes to the ceiling, realizing what you had or rather had not on after checking you out. collecting your composure, you shot him a tight-lipped smile and stepped aside to let him in.

“come in, I just need to get dressed and do my makeup. you can wait inside.”

walking past you, the dark-haired man pretended to scratch his head to hide his red ears and quickly surveyed your room. “that’s…”, breaking off his sentence instantly when his voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying again. “nice room.”

while kuroo tried not to have a mental breakdown and remember what he came here for, you picked up your disregarded clothes from earlier of the floor, being mindful of not to flash the man, and made your way to your wardrobe, chucking in your dirty laundry and scanning your variety of clothes to pick out the most flattering outfit for the party. “uh, yeah, thanks. so, uh, what did you want? ee would’ve seen each other at the party later anyway.”

but there was no answer, making you frown. just as you wanted to turn around, calling his name in confusion, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist loosely, causing you to choke out his name.

kuroo leaned his head down towards your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your strawberry bodywash before sighing contently. his soft, plump lips slowly trailed up to your ear, creating goosebumps on their way, before lowly murmuring: “you smell delicious. i could eat you up.”

you could feel yourself shiver at the low timbre of his voice and the indication of his words, as your heart rate picked up to the point you had the feeling as though you were going to die right then and there. how did his demeanor change so suddenly? it seemed as if you were in a room with a completely different person.

the ex-captain smugly grinned as he felt your breath quicken and chest heave without him even doing much, tightening one arm around your waist, while his large hand on the other arm splayed itself on your stomach, slowly sliding down towards where you wanted him. “hm? can I do that baby?”

just as quickly as the thoughts of ‘stop, this is so wrong. what about alisa?’ appeared in your mind, they immediately disappeared with the sweet melody of kuroo calling you baby.

not being able to keep a little whine from slipping out at the pet name, you nodded, your cheeks unbearably hot. but that wasn’t enough for him. tetsurou wanted your verbal consent, even if his half-hard cock already slightly twitched at the small noise you let out without him even touching you properly, screaming at him to finally fuck you.

avoiding the area, you wanted him to touch the most, his hand grabbed your thigh, causing you to squeeze your legs together in search of relief. he tsked at your lack of words and lightly spanked your thigh before tightening his grip around the fat, earning him a surprised squeak from you. “no, use your big girl words baby. i want to hear it.”

the instant tetsurou startled you with the spank, you hurriedly grabbed onto his forearms, lightly digging your nails into the muscles. already, everything was getting too much. his smooth voice seducing you, his dominant touch jumbling up your brain, his urgent need to hear your consent, his pleasant scent of a mix of his cologne, mint and husk surrounding you. him, him, him. you wanted more. you needed more. the slick between your legs grew embarrassingly fast, smearing on the inside of your thighs, showing off kuroo’s effect on you evidently.

“please… please touch me tetsu', I need it”, you whimpered out impatiently, making him close his eyes to stop himself from cumming already, your needy voice going straight to his dick standing at full attention. and even though the menace in him wanted to tease you and hear you beg more; he knew that he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself of having you any longer.

as you felt the tall male finally place his hand underneath your towel and cup your pussy, your head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your neck. while dragging his middle and index finger through your folds leisurely, his lips and tongue placed hungry kisses on your neck.

“fuck, angel, you’re soaking wet. Is that all because of me, hmm?”, he lowly murmured against your neck, while his fingers simultaneously slowly circled your clit. you couldn’t stop your eyes from lolling to the back of your head or the small whimper that left you, even though the ‘angel’ left a bitter taste in your mouth. as much as the pet name made your stomach all tingly, you always compared alisa to an angel, so it didn’t quite sit well to be called that by her own ex.

but as you felt his middle finger enter you, all thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing on your mind were the raspy praises against your neck and his finger moving at a torturous pace inside you.

“please tetsu', more, I need more”, you complained whiny, because as much as it was all overwhelming, it also wasn’t enough. kuroo could only grin at your eagerness, but couldn’t blame you, since his own patience was speedily wearing thin.

with an uttered ‘everything for you angel’, he added his index finger into the mix, curling the two digits and, not wasting a moment, pumping them into you at a rapid pace, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. the ex-captain noted that you weren’t much of a moaner and mentally made it a challenge to have you crying for him by the end of the night. so, without much warning, his long, thick fingers started hammering against your g-spot while his thumb circled your clit at the same time, making you squeeze your eyes shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream, your hands searching for stability on the closet in front of you.

“c’mon, y/n, baby, i know you want it, fucking give it to me. ‘been fantasizing about this so long, just wanna make you feel good and fall apart for me. show me how much of a good girl you are.” his smooth voice flowed into your ear, seducing you to fully give into him. you felt as if you were being lured by satan himself and you were just a weak little human, not nearly strong enough to resist the whisper of the devil.

with a series of soft, high-pitched moans, you came on his fingers without any warning, your legs giving out at the intensity of it all. tetsurou only tightened his arm around your waist, picking you up without any trouble, making you clench around nothing at his display of effortless strength as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole. you thought you heard a small ‘good girl’, but you couldn’t tell for sure with the way you were still floating on cloud nine after he brought you to your orgasm that quickly.

panting and shivering at the goosebumps erupting, you lifted your gaze up at him as he placed you on your bed, only to find him already staring at you with low lids and completely black eyes, the beautiful hazel color of his eyes lost in all the lust and desire that took over his expression.

refusing to break eye-contact, kuroo lifted his with your essence-soaked fingers to his plush lips, wrapping them around the digits and sucking lewdly at them. once again, you felt yourself clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs against each other to get some relief, when you saw his eyes roll back as he tasted you.

the next thing you knew, your back hit the bed with the broad man lying between your spread legs, making you yelp. you could feel the atmosphere around tetsurou change once again. he was a lot more feral than he was before, as if his patience were running out.

his biceps wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place since the feeling of his breath against your cunt made your hips twitch up at their own accord, exposing the strong want you had for the man between your legs.

“’m gonna fucking wreck you angel”, he growled against your slit, before diving right in, licking and sucking messily at your clit, your pussy lips, everywhere he could reach. and as much as it shouldn’t feel pleasurable with him being as aggressive as he was, it felt fucking heavenly. you couldn’t help but arch your back, hands flying down to tangle in his messy rooster hair and tugging at the surprisingly soft strands, causing him to moan hoarsely against your sensitive pussy, the vibrations only egging you on. something about kuroo tetsurou losing his usual provocative, teasing demeanor as he ate you out felt so raw and animalistic, that it made your head spin and toes curl.

his large hand crept up your torso and he finally removed the towel that barely hid your breasts from him before palming one, drawing a content sigh out of you at the attention. but as much as he enjoyed listening to you whine and sigh because of the pleasure he was causing you, he wanted, no, needed to hear how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

“tell me how it feels angel, tell me how good it feels. ‘wanna hear your pretty voice, baby”, he huskily mumbled against your clit, making you arch your back at the delicious vibrations echoing through your core. but as much as you enjoyed hearing his dirty talk, you felt insecure about yours not turning him on.

preparing yourself mentally as good as you managed with the way he ate you out like a man starved, you allowed yourself a glance down only to see him expectantly observing you. the erotic sight only coaxed another high-pitched whine out of you, your head lolling back against your pillow.

at the next harsh suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips thrusted up against his skilled tongue and you finally gave in to your desire of wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel. only him.

“fuck, tetsu', d-don’t stop. feels so good, you feel so good, only you, please, please, please”, you needily moaned while grinding your hips up, simultaneously pushing his head deeper into your pussy and if kuroo had any self-control left, it was definitely gone now.

his toned biceps tightened around your thighs. his large hands squeezed your breast and hip harshly, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. his able tongue messily switched between being shoved deep inside you and swirling your clit and you could feel the bed shake with how forceful he was humping the bed just from eating you out and hearing you talk like that. every little thing contributed to your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. you were fairly sure you even blacked out for a few seconds because the next time you focused your attention back on tetsurou, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans, with his shirt already off, whipping out his cock.

you felt your eyes widen as well as your pussy clench, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this horny, but you also weren’t sure how the fuck you were supposed to fit a cock this big and girthy inside you. meanwhile kuroo took off his boxers and contently sighed as he finally started stroking himself, giving himself some relief but it wasn’t enough. not by a long shot.

zoning in on your face once again - sweaty, low lidded eyes, blown out pupils- the impatient boy leaned down and kissed you for the first time that evening. after everything that just transpired between you two, the kiss definitely felt the most intimate, but it was also what you were craving the most from tetsurou for months now.

you didn’t know how to possibly express all the emotions you were currently overwhelmed with, so you tried to translate it all through the kiss. kissing back harder, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your thighs against his hips, hoping it was enough to convey what you wanted to say.

apparently, it was, because you could hear kuroo lowly growl against your lips before starting to dig his fingers into your hips and grind against you, finally letting you feel him where you needed him the most.

“n-not enough, tetsu'”, you eagerly whined, raising your hips, hoping it was enough to convince him to finally fuck you like you craved him to. but as thin as his patience was at the moment, kuroo tetsurou would not be kuroo tetsurou without his teasing antics.

he slyly grinned, pressing feather-light kisses down from your lips to your throat, making his way to your breasts, where he teasingly kitten-licked your nipples a few times, letting you think you were finally getting what you wanted before he raised his head and stared you down with his almost pitch-black eyes. “mmm, I know you can do better than that kitten”, he gruffly remarked while continuing to grind against you slowly, making you jerk and mewl every time you felt the head of his cock bump against your clit. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

how he still had it in him to tease and deny you, was beyond you, because you were on the edge of breaking down from how bad you wanted him. “’want you to fuck me, tetsu'”, you confidently said while gazing into his eyes, or at least, you tried to sound confident, but you were only able to whine and moan at this point.

kuroo closed his eyes and felt himself twitch against your pussy. you were going to be the death of him. sitting back up on his knees, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, making you spread your legs automatically wider at the sight.

with one sharp snap of his hips, you both groaned simultaneously, your groan high-pitched, his low and guttural, at the feeling you’ve both been craving for. “fuck, you’re on birth control, right?”, he asked, straining himself as to not just start pounding you into oblivion or cum right on the spot.

“yes, shit”, you breathlessly answered, putting your hands against his toned abdomen as to let him know to wait, which only made him clench his abs at the feeling of your soft hands on his exposed skin. “j-just give me a sec, need a moment”, you murmured avoiding eye contact, suddenly shy at the fact that you were just lying there with kuroo balls deep inside you.

sensing your mood shift, the tall male grinned his cheshire-grin at you and teasingly remarked: “why? am i too big for you, huh?”, hoping it’d make you laugh and relax a bit, soon realizing that the idea completely back-fired on him.

as you started to laugh at his arrogant remark, hitting his abs slightly and telling him to shut up, your core clenched in-sync with your laughter, making you freeze at the sudden loud, almost pornographic moan escaping tetsurou’s lips.

looking up at him, you finally realized how much he was holding back as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable. the handsome boys’ wild hair was already sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead, his jaw clenched painfully, nostrils flaring, eyebrows furrowed, biceps bulging with how hard he was gripping the sheets beside your hips to restrain himself. the thought of him wanting to fuck you so bad but holding back for your pleasure and well-being, was enough to make you clench down on him again, rolling your hips up against his and declaring: “’m ready, tetsu'. please, f-fuck me”.

with your words and the grinding of your hips, kuroo really couldn’t hold back the little stutter his hips did against yours but fuck, was he embarrassed by it. he felt like a teenager, touching real boobs for the first time all over again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. not with how long he had fantasized about this and with how you reacted to his every move and touch, squeezing him so tight, he felt like he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“’m gonna break you”, and with those final words, his large, veiny hands gripped your hips in a bruising, vice grip, pulling out so only his tip was inside your messy, drooling cunt, before snapping right back in, making you choke on your breath at the impact.

as much as kuroo wanted to bust inside you right then and there, the strong urge to see you lose yourself on his cock while he ruined every other man for you was much more prominent. so, the ex-captain rutted in your pussy like his life depended on it, wanting your moans and mewls and whines to never stop. there was so much that was running through his head while being empty at the same time. the only thought was to bring you both to earth-shattering orgasms, but he also wanted to spit in your mouth, choke you, spank your thighs and ass till you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. he wanted to come on your thighs, your tits, face, but he also wanted to breed you.

you two were definitely way too young for children but he couldn’t get the mental image of you, stuffed with his cum with it running down your legs out of his mind, only making it harder for him not to cum immediately.

but you weren’t doing better either. the pace that kuroo was fucking you at, had you seeing stars, riding you up higher on the bed with every thrust and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you gripped the sheets, his hands, his forearms, your breasts, anything, to try to stabilize yourself as you approached your high embarrassingly fast without your clit even being touched.

just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt tetsus’ calloused fingertips, from years of playing volleyball, circle your clit, causing you to throw your head back with your lips open in a silent scream.

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten, so much better than i ever imagined. cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my fat cock, wanna see you lose your mind baby, give it to me”. at this point, he basically started rambling on about how hot and tight you were, how he wanted you to cum around his cock so badly, how you were gonna make him cum so hard, how you were making such a mess for him, what a good girl you were.

just as you felt yourself almost falling over the edge at the added stimulus to your clit and the filthy praises that were coming out of his mouth, you yanked the boy down by his arm, wrapping your arms around him firmly and kissing him so hard, you were sure you both would have bruised lips later.

with the new position and the intimacy of being pressed up against each other, one more thrust, and you were gone. cumming around his cock so hard, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you cum that hard, if ever.

the pornographic moans of his name along with some ‘fuck’s and ‘so good’s, the jerking of your body against his and the vice-grip of your pussy on his dick as you came. it was all too much for the poor boy who didn’t even cum once the whole time, while you already had three orgasms under your belt. the last straw was your quiet, little ‘cum inside tetsu', want you to fill me up’ and so, a few short, sloppy thrusts later, kuroo buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he came inside, spurting hot, white cum against your abused walls.

the feeling of being filled up to the hilt by kuroo tetsurou was intoxicating. you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, caging him in so he couldn’t pull out, not wanting the moment to end.

you both lied there, trying to catch your breath. as he pulled out after a few moments and got up to go grab a towel to clean you up, your hand caught his. “don’t go, where are you going?”, you whined needily, wanting to cuddle, to worn-out to care about the mess gushing out of your hole onto the bed sheets.

chuckling, the tall boy leaned down, kissing your forehead: “’m not going anywhere angel, I’m just gonna grab a towel and clean you up”. with that he retreated to the bathroom in search of a towel to use.

you, on the other hand, suddenly sobered up from your drunk-on-lust high at the pet name, making you realize what you just did. fuck, you just banged alisa’s ex-boyfriend. they weren’t even broken off for that long and you already betrayed her.

feeling like a bad friend and complete whore, you didn’t even register said ex-boyfriend was back, making you flinch at the sudden contact of your sensitive pussy with the wet, rough towel.

“relax baby, it’s just me”, he teasingly chuckled, while cleaning you up. when he didn’t hear you chuckle or bite back at his teasing, his expression morphed into a frown, lifting his gaze from your core to your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, thanks.” but of course, you were lying. the panic that slowly settled in your chest was threatening to suffocate you. hell, you weren’t even able to look at him properly.

you felt kuroo grab your chin with his fingers gently, turning your head so you had to look at him. tetsurou was completely serious, he only hoped you weren’t regretting what just transpired between you two, as he repeated: “what’s. wrong?”, emphasizing those two words so you knew there was no point in lying.

feeling your eyes water up, you cursed yourself for showing weakness, since you weren’t one to cry often, especially in front of other people. “what are we going to tell alisa?”

that caught him off guard. “alisa?”, he repeated questioningly, as if he didn’t know what you meant. how could he not know? was he that stupid?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes frantically with the rising anger inside your chest. “yeah, alisa. your ex. the one that’s like a sister to me. how am I supposed to look her in the eyes after what we just did?”

kuroo wasn’t stupid. you could vouch for that any day. you saw him in your lecture, and you had studied a lot with him, but right now, you were sure he was the dumbest person you ever knew, even beating lev. because even after explaining, he still only looked at you with a confused gaze, saying: “i don’t quite follow?”

groaning, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, declaring: “you’re really smart, but you’re being so fucking dumb right now. how the fuck am I supposed to talk to one of my closest friends after I fucked her ex-boyfriend, who she loved by the way, not even that long after they broke up?”

finally, it clicked in kuroo’s brain. but the last thing you expected, was to hear him laugh. your head snapped up at the sound, glaring at him you almost growled: “what the fuck’s so funny, you fucking bedhead?”

“oh wow, throwing in the insults huh?”, he said between chuckles. “it’s funny because alisa was the one who encouraged me to come here tonight, though I don’t think she wanted us to outright fuck but, you know.”

what now?

“what do you mean she encouraged you to come here?”, you interrogated perplexed. suddenly he was acting all shy and sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand, avoiding your eyes.

“well… we’re still friends, so we were talking about our lectures a week ago and she suddenly mentioned how you also were a fan of 'pride and rejudice'. i just… got kinda excited at that, since alisa wasn’t really interested in things like that, so i started asking her about it. she then called me out on my crush on you, saying she already knows why i was so distracted the weeks leading up to our break-up, thinking about you.”

while listening, your anger slowly morphed into nervousness at kuroo openly admitting he also had a crush on you, but you wanted him to finish his story before addressing the elephant in the room.

“i apologized immediately, thinking she was angry at me, but you know her. she was so sweet, saying she would only be happier if it worked out between us. after, she tried to set us up to talk to each other, but you avoided me like the plague, so she told me to come here before the party since you were running late, to confront you and settle it once and for all but uh…”, he sheepishly smiled, “i kinda got distracted when you opened the door in only a towel, so… that didn’t go as planned.”

sitting with your mouth agape in a ‘o’, your brain tried to process all the information, not knowing what to say to his confession and explanation.

“soooo… she’s not gonna hate me and cancel our friendship?”, you carefully pressed, just to be sure. “no, I don’t think she will”, he chortled.

“oh.”

with that, the room was suddenly extremely silent, making you and kuroo even more nervous. clearing his throat, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “are you gonna give me an answer to my confession, or am I like, totally embarrassing myself right now?”

“uh, no, yeah”, you softly giggled at his obvious anxiousness. taking his face between your hands, you looked right into his hazel eyes in the dim lighting, before gently smiling at him.

“i like you too, nerd.”

bonus:

the next morning, you woke up to your phone aggressively vibrating on your nightstand beside your bed. you blindly reached out, picking up the call without even opening your eyes, clearly still half-asleep.

“hello?”, you groggily asked your caller, wondering who the fuck was calling you this early, when lev’s voice filled your ear. “y/n? hey, we we’re worried about you yesterday. why didn’t you show up? it was so much fun”, the big, over-grown baby whined.

looking down at the reason you weren’t able to attend the party sleeping soundly with his head on your chest, you smiled, carding your fingers softly through his raven-black hair.

“just… reasons”.

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haikyuu!! boys with a s/o that becomes clingy/affectionate while drunk

characters: kyōtani, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa and bokuto

thank you anon for this marvellous request mwah

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

tw// drinking, suggestive themes, sexual references, swearing

Kentarō Kyōtani

kyōtani was used to having a cool, laid-back s/o who was just as awkward about physical touch as he was

i mean, that’s kinda a part of the reason he liked you so much - so y’all could get over your awkwardness together

so imagine his surprise when his usually level-headed, calm s/o came stumbling out of the club, a blubbering mess and threw themselves into his arms, wailing something about a maths test

THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS THAT FLOODED HIS MIND IN THAT ONE MOMENT OMFG ADFGHJKL

he was like ‘omg why are they touching me? i kinda like it- wait are they crying? tf? i ain’t ever seen them cry before- should i help them? lord everyone is looking at us now. so what the fuck do i do- AYE DON’T TOUCH ME THERE’

so he had no choice but to dip with you flung over his shoulder lol

he took you back to your shared apartment and forced you to drink some water and instead of ordering a take-out, he just gave you his leftover burrito which he took to the club smh

it was probably cold

but that was the best he could think of at the time bc he simply needed to shut you up with food bc the alcohol in your system was causing you to become especially touchy, hence resulting in kyōtani getting especially aroused

but the last thing he’d do is fuck you while you’re drunk and i firmly believe that despite the fact kyōtani is a bit of a lout - he still has like a basic moral compass

but i mean if you kept being so damn suggestive then it was gonna be a lot harder for him to resist his urges

you were rubbing him up and shit, calling him every pet name in the book so ofc he just stuck a burrito in your mouth and went ‘stfu 😡’

the painful part was that he was silently enjoying it too (┬┬﹏┬┬)

(though, he was red from blushing lol, not anger)

and he wasn’t used to it either so obviously he was gonna get flustered, i mean, everything was happening all at once

oh and you told him ‘i love you’ and he literally combusted like lord have mercy on this man

just that morning you were calling him your ‘annoying rat boyfriend’ (jokingly, ofc) and now you love him?-

that wasn’t the first time you told him that you loved him but he was still blushing none the less

and he stammered out a ‘love you too’ PRAYING that you wouldn’t remember any of this the following day

anyway, he cuddled you to sleep and railed you as soon as you sobered up - the end ❤

Kenma Kozume

pov: you’re kenma happily being a wallflower in the club then your s/o approaches you, demanding for you to fuck them

- ok, end of POV -

anyway, your speech was slurred so kenma wasn’t really sure if that was what you were asking him to do but if it was, he would’ve happily obliged if it wasn’t for the fact you were clearly drunk

mans was blushing though

bc y’all hardly ever do it but now - all of a sudden - you were tightly wrapped around him, garbling erotic threats into his ear

kenma was worried at first but you were like..really weak

so it wasn’t hard to get you off his torso, usher you out of the club and grip your hand as he ordered a taxi

also kenma had read enough wattpad fanfictions to know how to deal with someone while they’re drunk

but none of those fanfictions ever mentioned a single thing about how to deal with yourself while your partner is drunk

like seriously..he was in pain

both from the throbbing erection he had and the aching embarrassment he felt - both stemming from the fact you tried to give him a lap dance in taxi ✋ please oml

anyway, he took you back to his apartment and insisted that you have a few slices of the left-over pizza in the fridge along with a glass of water

after you changed into your pyjamas, you had clearly sobered up slightly as you could now compose coherent sentences

but that wasn’t any better for him bc now you were draped over him, whimpering into his ear about how much you love him

‘i’m so lucky to have you, kenma. i love you so much. you remind me of my first cat - you’re such a cat- i mean, blessing..you’re such a blessing.’

ngl, at that point he would be at a loss for words, just deciding to hug you until you fall asleep

like he finds it so cute that you’re finally opening up to him about how you feel as you’re usually quite composed and restrained

but also- what does he do now?

you eventually fell asleep in his arms and the next day, you woke up to kenma having made breakfast and telling you how much he adores you which was..confusing, to say the least

he told you about how you acted when you were drunk and to say you were embarrassed would be an understatement

also, he’ll tease you about it for the rest of your life ;)

Hajime Iwaizumi

literally all you had to do was send him a text like ‘iwa...,,.,...ily so mycj ❤’’ and he’s already waiting in the line to get into the club lol

he marches in there, finds you, grabs your hand and drags you home

let’s hope that your friends know what iwaizumi looks like so they don’t have to just watch a random guy haul you out the club-

and tries to act all like angry iwaizumi >:( but when you are trailing behind him, muttering about how amazing he is, he becomes more like angy iwa grrr (* ￣︿￣)

by that, i mean that angry iwaizumi would bring you home and lecture on how irresponsible it is to get so intoxicated

but angy iwa just takes care of you but with a disapproving scowl

and angry iwaizumi would make nasty, bitchy remarks about how inappropriate your outfit is

while angy iwa would be like ‘babe, your outfit is lovely but maybe wear something different next time, idk....’

either way, he takes good care of you

he makes sure you eat (and he cooks good food btw - he doesn’t make you eat leftovers lmao)

he lets you change into more comfortable clothes

he ensures that you don’t die in the shower

and he forces you to go to bed

but all of that is rather difficult when you’re clinging to him like your life depends on it, raving on about how sweet of a boyfriend he is and covering his face sloppy kisses

his original plan was to go train some more in his gym (yes, there is a gym in y’alls house-) but when you were peppering his cheek in kisses, begging him to stay with you for whatever reason, of course he didn’t have the balls to leave

so he ended up laying like a log in bed as you cuddled up to him like koala, resting your head in his chest and allowing him to run his hand through your hair as you slept

in that moment - as he stared down at your tranquil figure - he realised how grateful he was for moments like these, as he finally got see a side of you that he knew you’d almost never exhibit when you’re sober

like yeah, you often tell him how much you love him but he can always tell that it’s as if you’re setting aside your pride to say such a thing but now, you’re gushing on about it with the most genuine look in your eyes, he can tell that you’re being completely sincere

and to say that he adores it would be an understatement

so yeah, you were kind of a pain while drunk but you were also the most adorable thing that iwaizumi had ever laid his eyes on (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Issei Matsukawa

ok so the only reason matsukawa wasn’t getting drunk with you was bc the first time y’all got drunk together he got fined for public indecency and you got done for public intoxication

so you decided that it was best (for your wallets) if you took turns getting tipsy

emphasis on ‘tipsy’ bc you both went to the bar together (along with a few friends) and you promised matsukawa that you’d only have a few drinks

so please explain to him why he is now having to carry you bridal style out of the bar because you are too hammered to walk properly

and he was kinda grumpy bc he had to leave his friends mid-conversation bc not only were you pestering him but also, the erotic things you were whispering in his ear caused him to get a boner

and he was getting weird looks from people as he carried you home but that was the least of his problems tbh- he didn’t even notice lol

the biggest issue on his mind rn was the fact that you made him hard yet you can’t help him bc you’re drunk smh

like he was tempted at first bc you seemed down to do it but he quickly came back to reality and realised how morally incorrect that’d be

so he was mumbling curses the whole way home just to tune you out bc if he paid any more attention to the racy promises you were muttering in his ear- he’d explode

he’s alright at taking care of you like he isn’t iwaizumi’s level of caring but he’s a close second, i mean he’s gotten drunk plenty of times so he knows the basics

he was like ‘drink water idk lol ’

anyway, once he handled himself he wasn’t too fazed by your lustful advances

and he was so smug about it too deadass like ‘keep talkin’ me up, (y/n), you ain’t getting shit until you’re sober.’

smh ANYWAY he thinks you’re so charming when you’re like lovey-dovey drunk but SO annoying when you’re horny drunk bc like- he can’t get some (T_T)

Kōtarō Bokuto

best for last 👌

ok anyway he’s an athlete and he doesn’t need alcohol to have a good time- he’s forever drunk tbh- drunk on life :)

so while you’re getting hammered with your pals, he’s doing stupid shit while sober lol

once you both rendezvous outside the club to head home and you’re absolutely steamin- he’s just like ‘hi, babe! how’s your night been?’

SO OBLIVIOUS OML

anyway, he drives back to y’alls house and since you’re fatigued at first, you spent 90% of the car ride sleeping

but when you get home, more awake, you’re all up on him

but you’re not like sensual drunk- more like..emotional drunk but with love 🥺

so basically you are sobbing into his chest about whatever and bc he is an such empath he will start crying too, or at least get a bit emotional

you could say something like, ‘omg, bo. i hardly get to see you because you’re at work so often- i wish i could spend more time with you. i miss you so much’ ╯︿╰

and he would deadass reply whole-heartedly while weeping into your shoulder, ‘I’M QUITTING VOLLEYBALL, (Y/N)!!’

(ok, so maybe he was a bit tipsy too- but like..definitely not has drunk as you)

he has no idea where to start when it comes to taking care of you but he tries (´◡` ‘)

at the very least, he ensures that you don’t having any more alcohol and that you don’t die somehow

he’s v overprotective though

you could be getting a fork to eat your instant-noodles with and he’ll be like

‘apologies ✋ but i cannot allow you to handle such a dangerous weapon while intoxicated. maybe eat with a spoon instead, idk.’ /h

other than that, he just cuddles you to sleep and deals with you in your badly hungover state the next day

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