#i love this man’s expression; he’s just like ’of course i know who they are’
Imagine that Mc already had a boyfriend when they came to DevilDom.
But during DevilDom's studies, Mc's boyfriend broke up with them. How do the brothers (who are 100% in love with mc) react?
@sophiaclover Thank you for your good ideas. I hope you don’t get upset when I used some of them in my writing.
Well Mammon wouldn't be happy about this.
Lots of "Wasn't I your first and best man?" questions and complaint.
Let’s hope Mammon never meets your boyfriend. It doesn't end well.
And when he hears about this, Mammon finds it hard to hold back his joy.
Mammon would secretly hold a party in honor of this event.
He never liked your boyfriend.
Although Mammon has never met your boyfriend.
However, Mammon will "try" to comfort you.
So he's just talking shit about your boyfriend.
But at least he's "trying"...? I guess.
Mammon would also start with "subtle" clues as to how he would be a better boyfriend.
" Don't worry Mc the great Mammon is here to comfort you."
" Oooooooh this is just like anime "My love stupid normie boyfriend left them and now they can fall in love with me" *Blushing* N-no Mc I didn't come up with this name. it's real anime."
Leviathan wouldn’t be happy when he found out you have a boyfriend.
He would be really jealous.
It’s certainly clear that Leviathan doesn’t like your “normie” boyfriend.
( It doesn’t matter even if your boyfriend isn’t the normie. Levi still calls him Normie )
And when she hears that your boyfriend left you, Levi is secretly happy.
( He knows it's not right but Levi hopes you choose "no normie" boyfriend next time. )
The best remedy for heartache is, of course, anime.
Maybe you’d like to watch it with your “best friend”.
If you didn’t know how lazy Belphie is, you could be sure this is a conspiracy developed by him, Lucifer, and Satan.
Belphie really doesn’t have the idea that you have a human boyfriend.
Or really, he doesn’t like other humans than you.
And when your boyfriend leaves you, Belphie "subtly" rubs the salt on the wounds.
He hopes you choose a better boyfriend next time.
But if I said Belphie wouldn’t be angry I would be lying.
While he's happy, Belphie still wants to murder that person who hurt you.
Because he needs someone’s excuse to vent his anger at humanity.
Belphie is trying to comfort you but he’s not very good at it.
But he's not very good at it.
So Belphie just hugs you in silence.
He cares about you but can't express it.
" Y/N Come hereeee. Hug me so you feel better. If you sleep you can’t think of them or be sad "
" Y / N Can I do something to make you feel better? I think you deserve better man than him "
Well, Lucifer didn't plan this.
His only purpose was to make sure your boyfriend always treats you well.
Because you are special and Lucifer believes you belong to him.
Because Lucifer thinks Pact = ownership
Maybe it wouldn’t have been worth going to intimidate and intimidate that person with an rough little brother.
On the other hand, Lucifer and Satan are demons so what exactly did you expect?
And now Lucifer has a good "excuse" to get rid of your boyfriend.
He really isn’t the best of all to comfort you.
But he will offer you soothing tea in his office if you want it.
Lucifer also makes sure you get to recover from the shock in peace.
He will get you permission to be out of school for the rest of the week.
You can thank him later.
Well this is definitely not going to end well.
We can believe that Satan and Lucifer are the biggest reasons why your boyfriend wanted to broke up with you.
It’s said though that they “accidentally” met your boyfriend in the human world and told him in very detail what they were going to do to him if he ever hurt you.
Two demons can be very threatening.
That’s definitely the reason your boyfriend broke up with you.
And now Satan is fucking angry.
Someone is going to die for sure.
Satan will try his best to comfort you.
He uses all the psychological means and ways he has learned.
Of course, you never know his part.
And maybe that's better.
" Y / N I brought some cats that are sure to cheer you up. Cats always make everything better. "
Asmo really doesn’t have the idea that you would have a boyfriend.
Who knows if that boyfriend is loyal to you.
Maybe he can be “faithful” when you’re close but loneliness makes a humans do “immoral” things.
Asmo really knows what he's talking about.
So as soon as your boyfriend has left you Asmo is there with handkerchiefs.
He was able to sense your heartache.
And Asmo is wiping your tears and comforting you.
You can be sure that your ex boyfriend will then have a very negative reputation in Devildom.
If they ever get in Devildom everyone would hate them.
Because if you can’t destroy your enemies physically you can always destroy their reputation by talking shit about them.
" Y/N Dear don't cry they're not worth your tears. Don't worry honey I can make you feel better."
Oh Beelzebub’s heart breaks when he realizes you already have a boyfriend.
But he’s really trying to be happy for you.
Beel is indeed trying.
The most important thing is that you are happy.
And when your boyfriend leaves you you are clearly not happy.
Beel is really sad and angry.
He would really like to eat that man who broke your heart.
If you were really sad, Beel might even ask Lucifer for permission to do so.
Let’s hope Lucifer says no or nothing is left of your ex boyfriend.
Of course, Beel makes sure you never get to know his "idea."
And of course he will comfort you and listen to you if you need it.
"Mc you have to eat something. Come on now it will make you feel better. I promise that"
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40 + 52 plssss? 💖
almost kiss + marriage of convenience
(tw for some internalized homophobia)
ian is 19 and spending his nights dancing in one of the clubs in boystown to earn enough money for his GED course, his family's squirrel fund, and the world's tiniest AND shitiest apartment that he came to rent recently.
it's also in the club where he becomes completely and hopelessly infatuated with their ukrainian bouncer who everyone calls mickey.
mickey is a man of little words. his english vocabulary consists mostly of expletives, his eyes are hard and piercing, and he looks like he's always ready and willing to fight. and yet, ian can't help but be utterly charmed by him.
for weeks, he's been seeking out mickey's company during his evening/early morning shifts, and more often than not, he's found himself sharing a silent smoke with him in the back alley of the club. well, mickey's the one who would mostly stay silent, while ian would make an absolute ass of himself by going on and on about something random and silly.
at the end of one of those stories, it becomes almost impossible for ian to tear himself away from the little smile that mickey's trying to hide in another drag from his cigarette. but ian's shift is over, and he should really head home if he wants to be any useful that day, so he picks up his backpack with a sigh and tells mickey he'll see him tomorrow--well, shit, today, i guess.
and it's just like any other day, them saying goodbye for a little while, before mickey bows his head and says, his voice uncharacteristically small and vulnerable:
"no tomorrow. i go home tomorrow."
"oh? you got the evening free?"
"no, no chicago home. ukraine home."
"you're going home-home? what? why?"
"i must go."
mickey rubs at his nose angrily, and his hard r's are the most adorable thing ian's ever heard in his life, and he just panics, shouts out his first thought like a complete lunatic:
mickey's face hardens again, and the fist ian's seen him use to punch the lights out of so many guys clenches into a fist.
"what the fuck."
"listen, it would be completely innocent and purely transactional--"
"you wanna rub dicks with me, orange boy? you touch my dick, i break both your arms."
"what? no, no! that won't be necessary, believe me. i'm not gonna touch you, i promise. it'd just be a paper, so they'd let you stay here. because if we marry, you get to stay. you understand what i'm saying?"
"yes. i understand," mickey replies slowly, his expression still deeply distrusting. "but. you wanna marry me. why?"
ian's mouth uselessly opens and closes. after some deliberation, he answers, "because i think you deserve a chance. and i... enjoy your company." he shoots mickey a tentative smile. "don't know if you're aware of this, but you're quite the conversationalist."
mickey looks at him for a minute, then shakes his head, mutters something under his breath in ukrainian, and huffs out a laugh.
"you use big words and confuse me, orange boy."
ian's smile grows wider. "is that a yes, i'll marry you, ian, that i hear?"
mickey rolls his eyes. "yes, i marry you," he says, then adds a mumbled, much quieter, "orange idiot."
it turns out actually saying those words out loud is not the craziest thing ian will have to do that day. because once mickey's shift ends and they sit down in a diner for an early breakfast to put their plan into motion, ian has to convince his brother lip to help him fill out and backdate some necessary documents--and also borrow his suit.
when ian passes his siblings in the gallagher house kitchen with a pair of suits in his arms, he just blurts out, "i'm marrying a ukrainian bouncer called mickey, so that he can get a green card and stay here and fall in love with me. don't ask!" by way of explaining, and runs out of the house before they can stop him.
"we'll have to look like we're in love. and we'll have to kiss."
ian tries to sound casual about it when they sit in the courtroom hallway, but his bouncing knees give away his nerves.
mickey lands his hand on ian's thigh with a smack, catches ian's eyes.
"one kiss is fine. but no tongue. you touch me with tongue and i--"
"yeah, i know. you break both of my arms."
"no. i break your face," mickey corrects him with a smile.
the ceremony goes off without a hitch. and when ian cradles mickey's face in his palms and gives him a gentle kiss, he realizes he's in deep, deep shit.
their first marital spat is over the fact that ian's tiny apartment only has one bed and no couch, so they have no other choice but to share it.
"you try rubbing dicks with me while i sleep?" mickey accuses ian after he gives the place a quick scope.
"what? no, of course not! in fact, there'll be no dick-rubbing in this bed whatsoever," ian assures him. "i'll do all my dick-rubbing... in the bathroom!"
mickey nods and empties the trash bag full of his earthly possessions on the floor, muttering something in ukrainian. ian thinks he clearly hears him say orange idiot in there somewhere.
ian heats them two dinners for one in the microwave, and they eat it seated side-by-side in the bed. then, they both go to work, sporting a pair of matching rings.
after ian catches mickey supposedly learning english by watching trashy reality tv on his laptop, he starts leaving post-it notes with english names for the things in their apartment.
mickey hates it--and hates even more than it's actually helpful.
still, one morning, ian wakes up with a post-it stuck to his forehead that simply says dikhed.
and while ian helps mickey with his english, mickey does his best to prepare ian for his GED exam.
like, seriously, he tries.
"what is capital of ukraine?"
"stupid american. kyiv."
"hey. you don't know that much about america, either."
"i know more than i want. who is ukrainian president?"
"none of these questions are going to be on the exam."
"do not care. what is my name?"
ian pauses. turns his head to give mickey, who's lying next to him on the bed, a confused look. "mickey?"
"no, stupid american. is mikhailo."
"oh. why don't i call you that?"
"my father called me that. you are not my father."
ian can't say that he totally understands what that means, but he still promises to never call him by that name.
a guy called gerry or harold or maybe walter drops ian off at the club one night in his lexus, and it sure looks like mickey, who's minding the front door queue that night, doesn't like what he sees, because he catches up with ian not too long after that in the locker room and his fist is clenched into a fist again.
"you like gray pubes, yes?" mickey asks him point-blank.
ian shimmies into his gold shorts, giving mickey a curious look. "think i like platinum credit cards a little more than those, frankly."
mickey stares at him, his teeth scraping his bottom lip.
"you end things with gray pube and his credit card. now. you are my husband, i take care of you. okay?"
"okay," ian replies after a while, his heart pounding in his chest.
they prepare hard and long for the imminent immigration police visit.
"what will you say if they ask you when you fell in love with me?" ian asks mickey as they share a cigarette in the back ally of the club one night.
mickey seems to think about it for a bit. "i say i see you dance your little prostitute dance, and i go hard in my pants."
"what-ever. what is you say?"
"i'll say i liked you from the start. that i immediately saw through your tough person act and fell in love with the caring, funny person that you actually are."
"is good lie."
ian wants so badly to tell him that it's not a lie, not at all, but instead, he asks, "so, what will you say?"
"i say you are kind to me. is surprise, not many people is kind. but i also say you are orange idiot and you talk too much stupid, you make my brain hurt."
ian snorts. "okay, good. it's always more believable to mix a lie with a truth."
"is not lie," mickey shrugs before he stubs out the cigarette on the wall behind them and leaves ian standing there alone.
the check-in with the immigration police goes a lot smoother than they both expected--even when you take into consideration the fact that somewhere around the half an hour mark, mickey gets frustrated with all the questions and starts yelling:
"what is you want to know, huh? he takes my dick in his mouth, i take his in my ass, and we both love it. in ukraine, i take dick in my ass, my dad breaks both my arms and legs. here, i am safe. i am safe with ian. is it not enough?"
ian thinks he's got it all wrong, but doesn't know whether it's good or bad, and what it means for him.
later, when they get home, mickey is quiet. he goes to grab a beer from the fridge, but ian stops him when he stands behind him and draws him in a tight embrace.
"i'm really glad you're here. and that you're okay," he says into the fabric of mickey's jacket. "my husband."
he feels mickey's hand cover one of his, giving it a light squeeze. "my orange idiot."
they get drunk together after that. they sit on their bed and crack jokes and ignore the outside world, and ian really needs to kiss mickey right then and there.
he decides to do the second-best thing. he puts his bottle away, then takes mickey's and does the same with his.
"if i suck you off right now," ian starts as he strokes up and down mickey's thighs, "will you break my arms?"
mickey's face morphs into a bright smile. "no. i will not."
ian reciprocates the smile before he gets to work.
mickey doesn't mention anything, but it gets pretty obvious when he starts being bothered by the attention that ian gives his customers at the club.
god knows ian doesn't know what he spits at them as they pass him in the door, but he sees the looks and the clenched fist.
"you're scaring away my customers," ian admonishes mickey when he finds him nursing a drink at the bar later.
"so? get better customers. no scared little shit-in-their-pants when mean ukrainian looks at them."
ian has about enough of this.
he grabs mickey by his shirt, drags him to one of the leather sofas, and pushes him to sit down on it. then, he straddles him, his hips hovering over mickey's crotch, moving into the beat.
ian puts one of mickey's hands on his ass and holds his gaze. the moment feels intense, sparkling with suppressed sexual energy, and it calls for a kiss.
and believe it, ian is hungry for it. actually, he's positive they both are, but it would not be right. and ian wants to do right by mickey.
so instead, he leans down and says into mickey's ear:
"fake marriage or not, out of all the people here, there's only one person that i want to fuck. and when i finally get to do it, i'm gonna do it in the bed that we share, in our tiny ass apartment, after he calls me an idiot and i kiss him senseless. is that alright with you?"
ian pulls back slightly to see mickey nodding his head.
"good. because i'm done jerking off in the bathroom every day just because i find my own husband hot."
he feels mickey's snorted laugh as a huff of breath on his neck.
the song changes and ian promptly jumps off mickey's lap.
"okay, now give me 25 bucks, so we don't look too obvious. i didn't really think this one through."
fanfiction trope mash-up
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Slashers with an yandere reader?
Slashers With a Yandere Reader
Of course!!🥰Again, I did a random generator for the slashers to do on this one. I hope it’s alright!!💗
Includes: Freddy Krueger, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair
Taglist: @hooterhorror @rakeandcrash @horrorstories123 @karman-loves-slashers @billylenzkinnie @chrrynitegurus @nathalia-cobblepot @clearlynox @puffball-lover554
Here comes Freddy with his huge ego and extremely cocky attitude.😆
Whether someone insults him or someone tries to get too close to him, you are not afraid to kill for your boyfriend and let that person know.
“Wow, calm down there babydoll, don’t get too worked up over me.😏” he would say, tapping his knife-fingers on the steel rail and loving every second of this.
Freddy thinks it’s adorable that you get so protective over him. He knows that he would be able to defend himself and stand up for himself,
I mean, he can pretty much do anything he wants to in the dream world, which obviously can include beating someone’s ass, but still. He thinks it’s so cute!💞
Whenever you get defensive and violent over him, Freddy just sits back and watches the show. You could be there using a damn pencil sharpener to stab someone and Freddy will just watch until the person is dead and long gone.
Bonus points if you are able to capture and kill Nancy for getting too close to your man…
Freddy would marry you on the spot.😌
Seriously, seeing you get so protective and possessive over him turns him on to the max.
Not to mention how possessive he is over you. Like he’ll have a victim chained up , torturing them with their worst fears, and he’ll just threaten them as he rests his chin on your shoulder and trails his glove over your collar bone.
Oh, you two really are like fire and gasoline.🔥
(No pun intended.😆)
You just make Bubba feel so special!!
He’s so used to his brothers being so hard on him, that Bubba’s not used to having someone be so protective and possessive over him.
Honestly, he does get a little overwhelmed sometimes.
It’s such a huge shift for Bubba; going from everyone always yelling at him to having you always sticking up for him. I can see Bubba being someone who has a hard time with quick adjustments/change, and this is no exception.
“Don’t you fucking yell at him like that, Drayton!!” You said, a knife clutched in your right hand. This was the first time you’ve ever witnessed Drayton yell at your man, and you were not handling it well.
Bubba could only stand back, fidgeting with his hands as he watched with wide eyes.😳
You weren’t actually going to hurt Drayton…were you?
Bubba sighed of relief when it turned out your threat was just that. A threat. You didn’t stab Drayton, but definitely left him questioning.
Over time though, Bubba gets more used to your protective nature. He just sees it as you expressing that you care about him!!
(In your own peculiar way.😆)
In return, Bubba definitively gets more protective over you. Tormenting victims who made a comment about you a little longer, pushing the meat hook deeper into their back.
He’s still not in the ‘stand up to his brothers’ phase yet, but he’ll get there eventually, Y/N.🥰
Vincent has always been on his own. Sure, he had Bo, but their parent’s bias kind of separated the two of them from each other, which resulted in Vincent always having a quiet and independent nature.
It’s not that he minded it, though. It’s just how he is!🕯
So, like Bubba, your protective and possessive nature may overwhelm Vincent a bit at first.
After so many years of getting controlled by Bo, Vin had gotten used to Bo’s constant yelling. It became routine for him, and he didn’t mind it much anymore. He figured that’s just how his twin was.
So when you threatened Bo for the first time, Vincent was distraught.
Y/N!! What are you doing?!😧
“He yelled at you, Vincent! I don’t do well with that.” You said, clutching the kitchen knife in your hand as Bo held the shotgun out, aiming at you.
Seeing you and Bo on the verge of killing each other almost gave poor Vincent a stroke. Seriously, he couldn’t handle the sight of Bo aiming the gun at you. Vincent would jump in front of you and take the blow a million times over just to protect you.
Thank god the altercation just consisted of you and Bo threatening each other and nobody got hurt.
Still, it takes Vincent a long time to warm up to your Yandere side. He truly internally appreciates it, feeling like someone actually deeply cares about him.💞
He would do anything for you, Y/N.🥰
(Even though you scare him sometimes.😆)
Just like Freddy, you being a Yandere only brings out Bo’s cocky attitude even more.😆
“Wow, darlin’? You’d really do all that fer me?” Bo said, watching as you held a knife to the neck of a woman who decided to get a little too close to your man.
“You know it..” you said slyly, before ending the woman once and for all.
Oh yeah, Bo absolutely loves this sinister side to you.😌
It makes him feel so validated and important. Due to the awful treatment he got by his parents, you being so possessive over him makes Bo feel genuinely wanted.
He’s not apprehensive about it at first like his twin—oh no.
He welcomes it with open arms.😌
Hearing you scream and threaten someone just for getting a little too close to Bo is music to his ears. Oh, Y/N, he loves it.✨
Oh, and he’s definitely going to be possessive and protective over you.
He’s not letting anyone get near you or else they’re getting their ass beat with Helena playing in the background. That’s a given.🤷♀️🔧
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— ONE DAY? ! osaki shotaro
PAIRING | osaki shotaro x reader
GENRE | !fluff, !romcom, !crack, !highschool!au, !secret admirer!au, !mutual pining!au, !young love!au
WC | 3.21k
WARNINGS | teeth rotting fluff, childish bets, sexual jokes, mentions of making-out in a public place, shotaro getting teased by his friends wayyyy tooo muchhh
PLAYLIST | Like I Can (Sam Smith, My Universe (Coldplay and BTS), If I Can’t Have You (Shawn Mendes), Feelings (Lauv), 2002 (Anne-Marie), Sucker (Jonas Brothers)
SYNOPSIS | osaki shotaro’s unofficial guide on how to confess to ur crush <3: (1) act like a man. (2) get ready with huge flowers and romantic gifts. (3) chicken out. (4) and congratulations, you never got to confess at all.
TAGLIST | @my-soft-sunshine, @nanamericano, @itsanotherme, @luvinjeno, @valentineyun0, @glbyoon2k, @cheezbot, @furryllamas, @kingjeno423, @forhaever, @kristyxoxo, @ishokenmei, @nikisimpsharon, @chitaphrrrr
— A/N | I’m in love with Shotaro and no one could change that.
—THAT’S WHAT OSAKI SHOTARO IS.
All his friends know how much of a sucker he is for you and it isn’t even a secret anymore. The poor Japanese boy gets teased everywhere— in the classroom, library, in the hallways, or even the men’s room! So long story short, yes, he like really really has a huge stupid crush on you.
“Is there any way how we could help our man-baby here grow some balls?” Haechan asks and ruffles the younger’s hair. The rest of their group of friends chuckled as they knew what he means but it only made Shotaro pout a little, “What? Hey! I have balls!”.
“Oh yeah? Then where is it?” Sungchan taunted with a silly teasing smile resting on his handsome face. “I-I’m just waiting for the right timing, okay? And, Y/n is having a really bad week so it can’t be now.” He stammered, avoiding to look at any of them. “See? That’s where your wrong! Girls need men like us more when they feel all blue and vulnerable. They want us to pamper and treat them like a princess, then poof! They’ll fall for us in no time.” Jaemin grinned with his hands buried in his pockets.
“Listen to Jaemin, Taro. He’s a man’s lady.” Jeno piped up from behind them causing Jaemin to smile out cockily and playfully tackle his best friend to the ground. Shotaro let out a soared expression and swats Sungchan’s arm away from his shoulder, “What? No. Y/n isn’t that type of girl, she’s really different and I know that she wants to be left alone for now.”
“And how do you know that, loverboy?” Haechan raised a brow.
“Tch, I bet he stalks her like a creep.” Sungchan scoffs, the teasing smile still visible.
Shotaro glares at them and shook his head, “I don’t stalk her, in fact I really respect her space.” His four friends rolled their eyes at him and all sighed in disappointment. “If you continue to act like this, she’ll think your not interested and she’ll be laying in another man’s arms in to time.” Jeno tutted.
“jeno! don’t say that! she totally knows our taro is interested, everyone does.” jaemin cuts shotaro off.
“Of course she does. Poor Y/n though, probably waiting in her castle for prince Shotaro.” Haechan cuts him off too in a fake girly tone while blinking his eyes multiple times and having his hands clamped together for more special effects. The rest of the boys nudged Shotaro and laughed in union as if they were watching a comedy show.
“Gee, how supportive are you guys?” Shotaro asks in a sarcastic manner. “You’re so lucky we’re your friends, Taro.” Jeno giggled. “Listen, she doesn’t like me okay? I’m sure she just thinks of me as the creepy boy who stares at her in history.” The poor boy had enough. “You idiot, you just admitted that you are stalking her and that your a creep!” Sungchan bursts out more loudly in laughing.
Osaki Shotaro is no man of decision— and everyone knows of that. An example is how he once (thousands of time) had a love letter in hand, ready to give it to you personally when he would quickly change his mind in the last second, or how he couldn’t choose the correct answer in the multiple choice in a test. but he is sure of one thing right now— he needs new friends.
FAILING AN EXAM IS A SHITTY FEELING, especially if your the top one student. In that case, your really having a bad week. All your friends tried to cheer you up by buying you ice cream, or going shopping— but nothing seems to work. You couldn’t just help but be disappointed at yourself.
“Y/n are you sure you don’t want to go to the party? I’m really worried.” Lia pouts and rests her head on the wall beside your locker, watching you take your stuff out. “Yes i’m fine. It isn’t the end of the world…I’ll get over this.” You sighed heavily and stopped your actions once you saw a folded paper. “What’s that?” Yuna peeked behind your shoulder with an amused look.
“Probably one of her admirers. You know our Y/n, all pretty and smart and sexy.” Ryujin wiggles her eyebrows to tease you. A small chuckle left your lips and you passed her a playful glare. You opened the small piece of paper.
hi y/n! i know your having a bad week, but i believe in you! i’m sure you could do it! don’t worry about failing the test, your a winner anyways. a winner of my heart that is ;) - o.s
“What does it say?” Yuna squealed in excitement. “Awww, that’s so sweet! This man has to be the most sweetest ever to exist.” Lia gushed and gasped at the last part, “and flirty too”. Ryujin giggled, “o.s huh? Who has a name of that? It’s so anonymous.”
“Aren’t secret admirers so romantic and cute?” The three girls sighed all at the same time making you shake your head at them and place the note in your sweater’s pocket, “I should be the one who should act that way, not you guys.”
“Is that a smile I see?!”
“Jeez Y/n, a letter from o.s is all it takes to make you smile?!”
“Ayyyyyy!!! My gurl is in love!!!”
“Shut up.” You hissed at them and let out an embarrassed sound, dragging them to English class.
SHOTARO NERVOUSLY CHEWED ON HIS PENCIL WHILE STARING AT YOUR BACK FIGURE IN FRONT OF HIM. He couldn’t stop his right leg from shaking or his heart that’s beating in such a fast pace. “Dude, borrow a pencil.” Jaemin whispered beside him, his eyes still not leaving the English words written in the board. “For what?” He whispered back. “The new student is too cute, I think her name is Kate? I’m going to sketch her and give it to her later at lunch. maybe also ask her out for coffee sometimes.” The older man answers.
The Japanese man glanced down on his chewed pencil and innocently passed it to his seatmate. “What the hell? Did you just place that in your mouth and now your giving it to me?” Jaemin let out a disgusted expression and shivered, moving away slightly from him. “Well your the one who asked for a pencil!” Shotaro whisper-shouted. “Never mind, I’ll just flirt with her and ask for her number. Maybe take notes too so you could use all my techniques for Y/n.”
“I don’t need your help!” Shotaro exclaimed, his cheeks and ears turning red at the sound of your name. His heart beating faster that even he didn’t know it was possible. Jaemin scoffed seeing his reaction and shook his head, “Let’s bet then shall we? If I date Kate even before you could date Y/n, then you win and proved that you do have ‘balls’.”
“I told you, I really have balls.”
“Deal then. May the man with bigger balls win.”
“Mr. Na and Mr. Osaki. I do not appreciate you two talking about who has bigger balls while I discuss nouns and pronouns.” Their teacher appeared in front of them, glaring with vigor at her two students. The whole class giggles to themselves while looking to their side. Shotaro felt shame as he felt like melting more in that exact moment, especially when you turned to face him too with those beautiful eyes of yours.
“YOU TWO DID SOMETHING STUPID, I COULD FEEL IT.” Jeno says as he eyes on the two men in front of him while munching on his sandwich. “Don’t act like you didn’t too. Let’s all be honest here, we all got detention later.” Haechan chuckles under his breath. “I got caught cheating on the exam.” Sungchan sighed heavily, frowning.
“I was late for math,” Jeno shrugged, “made-out with Jihyun in the hallway that I forgot about classes.” Haechan let out high pitched moans, hollowing his cheeks and giving his friend a mischievous look, “Looks like someone got railed today!”.
“How about you Taro? What did you do?” Sungchan nodded at him.
Shotaro glared at Jaemin for a second before sipping on his coffee and placing the bottle on the table, “The teacher caught me and Jaem talking in class.” Jeno sheepishly smiled and hit his best friend’s side, “Your mouth is too huge! Look, you even got our innocent taro in detention.”
“Nahhh, I just helped him. I made a bet about who will ask out a girl first, and whoever did has the biggest balls.” Jaemin smugly said with a hugs smirk resting on his lips, his eyes still never leaving the new student who’s currently sitting alone by the corner. “I have my money on taro.” Sungchan betted, feeling amused.
“No way! It’s Jaemin who’s gonna win. No one ever dared to reject him.” Jeno fought back. Haechan lifted both his hands and shook his head, “Guys, you’ve got it all wrong. Shotaro is never going to confess and the new student is going to reject Jaemin.”
“Hey, I know she’s into me!”
“We’ll be the judge of that.” Sungchan smirked and wrapped one arm each around Jeno and Haechan’s shoulder.
“HI, YOU MUST BE THE NEW STUDENT.” You smiled warmly at the foreign girl, sitting in front of her. Kate continued to stay silent but you could see as she looked uncomfortable with another presence near her. “Oh no need to be scared or shy! I don’t bite!” Chuckling, you offered your hand for her to shake. She looked a little hesitant but obliged anyways, a small weak smile finally escaping her lips when you both pulled away from each other.
“I’m Kang Y/n, and you are…?”
“Kate. Lee Kate.” She answered in a small voice. “Welcome to our school! how do you like it so far?” you asked. “It’s…fine.” Kate deadpanned. She then took a deep breath and gestured for you to come closer, “But…a bunny looking man keeps staring at me.” You creased your brow in confusion and looked around, catching the school’s infamous playboy, Na Jaemin, staring at her. Your mouth turned into an ‘o’ as you shrugged at the same time, “You mean Na Jaemin? Yeah, don’t mind him— he stares at all woman.”
“He and his group seems scary,” poor Kate mumbled silently and avoided the temptation to glare back at the playboy to not give him a go-signal and bother her more. “Yeah I totally agree. There’s Jung Sungchan who never seems to pass exams, then Lee Haechan who makes everything a joke—including girl’s feelings—and Lee Jeno, who’s dating the bitch of the school. Osaki Shotaro isn’t…he isn’t a jerk though. In fact, he’s really cute and shy.”
“You like him.” Your new found friend accused.
“What? N-No!” You denied, cheeks all red, “well, there are rumors that he likes me but I’m sure he doesn’t! He’s too good for someone like me.” Not even convinced one bit, Kate nodded her head, “Yeahhhh sureeeee.”
Shotaro bit on his lip while he scribbled on the small paper he ripped from his notebook, smiling once he’s satisfied and walked towards the direction of your locker. He looked around to check if anyone was looking then sneakily slid it in your locker. The smile that escapes your lips whenever he sees you reading his notes is enough for his heart to swell in happiness.
“One day, I’ll confess my love,” he mumbled to himself while walking back home, “at least before Jaemin gets a girlfriend.”
“Yo, what’s the plan?” Sungchan barged in his room. “What plan?” Shotaro asked in confusion. “Umm, how to confess to Y/n and win the bet plan? I betted like, a hundred dollars for you so we better win.” His friend answered and made himself comfortable in his bed.
Shotaro let out a shaky breath and fiddled with his fingers, gulping and looking down, “Look, Sungchan…I don’t want to disappoint you but don’t expect that much. Y/n’s too out of my league, she’s like an angel! And I’m well…yeah.”
“Oh no. No, no, no. You don’t get to say that!,” Sungchan sat up and pointed his index finger at him, “I’m here to help you and I ain’t paying Lee Haechan a hundred dollars— nope. Never.” Shotaro frowned, “then you should’ve been in Jaemin’s side!”.
“You kidding? The new student doesn’t even look back at his way. I’m sure he’s having a much more hard time then you do.”
“How could you even say that? He’s the Na Jaemin and I’m just Osaki Shotaro.” The Japanese boy asked. “Y/n likes you back Taro. It’s so obvious but the two of you are just so blind! It’s really annoying.” Sungchan flickered his forehead then exits his room as if he never went in randomly without knocking in the first place. Shotaro was left alone to think deeply.
If what sungchan said is true…then you really are waiting for him “in the castle”—like what Haechan says—. That’s it, he’s really going to confess. Nothing is going to stop him now. And if you reject him…
What if you reject him?
Shotaro shook the thoughts in his head off and then proceeded to plan on how to confess, his biology homework forgotten on his desk.
“WHAT’S WITH THE FLOWERS?” Jeno asked with creased brows. All his friends stared at him making Shotaro smile and place the flowers gently on the table, “It’s the second step of my plan. I also got chocolates and made exactly 50 letters because that’s Y/n’s favorite number.” Haechan nodded with a proud look, “What was the first step?”.
“Be a man. I talked to myself in the mirror and gathered all my confidence.”
“Works all the time, doesn’t it?” Sungchan cockily smirked and wiggled his eye brows at Jaemin, “and what’s your progress?”. Jaemin had a huge pout on his lips with his arms crossed across his chest— obviously sulking, “I talked to Kate, but she declined my offer in walking her home. Like, who does she think she is?!”.
Haechan sighed, “come on man! A hundred dollars is at stake, I believed on you!”. Jaemin ignored the tanned man and was the first one to enter the school’s ground. “Ignore him. Besides the fact that I might loose $100, I’m really proud you overcame your fear.” Jeno congratulated Shotaro.
Shotaro gulped and forced out a smile.
They didn’t even know the rest of the plan yet..
This is it.
Shotaro got Sungchan and Jeno to carry the huge banner, and Haechan ready to sing a love song. Jaemin (even if he’s still couldn’t believe he’s loosing) also offered to help by playing the piano. Everything is ready and perfect that even students starts to crowd around them, excited about what was about to happen. All that is needed is for you to appear too.
“Is she coming yet? My arms hurt.” Sungchan complained and sighed. “Patience, it’s for our Taro anyways.” Jaemin hushes him. “Easy for you to say, you’re just sitting down.” The taller man glared at him.
“Y/n! You gotta come to the gym court, right now!” Yuna grabbed both your shoulders and shook you. With widened eyes, you stuttered, “W-What? W-Why?”.
“Just go” Ryujin walked from behind her with Lia clinging on her side. “You guys aren’t going to murder me right?”, you joked, letting yourself be dragged to the gym. “If we would, we would probably do it in the dark not in the school grounds.” Kate chuckles and wraps one arm around your shoulder while walking.
“They’re here! They’re here!” Jeno cried out.
Everyone got to their places and Shotaro’s grip on the flowers and the gifts turned tighter. His knees felt weak and sweat started to form on his forehead. He could hear the piano playing, the singing voice of Haechan, the crowd whispering to themselves— it was all too much.
Shotaro doesn’t like being in the spotlight even if he’s friends with the most famous boys in school, and that is the reason why he avoided parties and stayed silent in the corner. He hates being the center and now he is. The moment your eyes met his, he knew it was his end.
“I c-can’t do this,” he whispered then passed the flowers to Jaemin before pulling his hoodie up to cover his face and escape the crowd. “What the...?” Haechan stopped singing too and exchanged looks with the rest of the boys. “Well that wasn’t expected.” Ryujin laughed nervously. You glanced at the banner then at the romantic decorations around the gym that Shotaro seemed to prepare and clenched your fist, “I-I’ll be right back”.
“Wait Y/n! Where are you going?!”
You ignored Lia’s calls and followed after Shotaro.
“That’s a shame, I really liked how romantic everything was planned.” Kate frowned then shrugged, planning to walk away when someone grabbed her arm and turned her around. She raised a brow and faced the man who stopped her. “Then let’s not put everything to waste.” Jaemin passed her a small smirk and nudged the flowers that were thrown on him on her side.
Kate sighed and clicked her tongue, passing him a rude look, “If I kick you on your dick would you shut up and leave me alone?”, before walking out of the gym.
Jeno howled, “Jaemin has the smallest balls!”, making Jaemin glare at him, “shut up!”.
YOU FOUND HIM SIT BY THE EMPTY CLASSROOM, looking all peaceful and sad. With a shaky breath, you entered. Shotaro’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and stood up almost immediately, “H-Hey”.
“HI.” You smiled and chuckled, “What was that out there?”.
“A mistake,” Shotaro smiled bitterly and made you sit down before standing up beside you, “I’m sorry. Me and my friends made a bet and your included.” You were silent for the next few seconds and that’s the moment where he knew, he knew you really don’t like him—
“Sooo, your feelings for me were fake?”
“No! Not at all! I liked you ever since first year of high school.” Shotaro’s eyes widened as he shook his head, his whole body tensing up. You laughed slightly, “Relax, I was kidding! I…already kind of know that your o.s who’s giving me sweet letters that always makes my day.”
“I prefer small confession letters stuck up in my locker then a public confession. You see, I-I really hate it when everyone’s eyes are on me so thank you for not continuing on.” You shyly admitted and looked around on your feet. Both your cheeks turned red and Shotaro couldn’t help but smile like an idiot while ripping a part of a piece of paper and grabbing a pen from his pocket.
Want to get coffee sometimes? - o.s
“Yes please,” you giggled after reading his note and Shotaro took a seat beside you, a smile still resting on his face. After a few minutes of shared awkward laughs and lovesick gazes, you decided to take a step and slowly laid your head on his shoulder. For a second, his heart stopped beating and then picked up it’s pace again.
Shotaro also did a bold move and slowly intertwine both your fingers together, “I’ll pick you up on your class later?”. You hummed and looked up to meet his eyes and another laugh escaped both your lips.
Osaki Shotaro may be a chicken at times, but at least he has bigger balls. (Jaemin lost)
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Loki: General romantic headcanons
I’m using ‘you’ for simplicity. Honestly, these are just my thoughts/headcanons as to what a relationship with Loki would be like in general, so it’s not really specific in terms of who it is in the relationship with him.
Feel free to discuss or give your own opinions/headcanons if you’d like.
This is also gender neutral, I imagine he acts the same with a S/O of any gender. Because Asgard just be like that.
-Whether you’re an enhanced being or not, Loki is very ready and willing to take up arms for you at the first sign of danger. If someone threatens you, he’ll tap them on the shoulder with the scariest expression imaginable, “Would you mind repeating that?”
If you get kidnapped, there’s a 60% chance that Loki’s on his way to kick some ass (With a 40% chance that one or more of the Avengers are trying to hold him back so they can assess the situation first.)
-If you know how to fight/are enhanced, you two often end up being a combat duo and honestly make the most effective badass power couple in the Avengers, besides Wanda and Vision, of course.
-Loki, at first, if you’re midgardian, will end up being extremely careful around you. He’ll basically treat you like you’re made of glass, any wrong move he makes might hurt you in his mind seeing as, from his experience, midgardians are so fragile. Regardless of whether you’re enhanced or not. It takes a lot of convincing and reassurance to get him to relax. (This is a hurtle you have to jump before he feels confident in fighting alongside you as well.)
This, of course, does not apply if he’s already well aware that you can handle yourself in battle. (For example, you’re an Avenger and you two have fought side-by-side multiple times, or sparred with one another.)
-If you ask to come to Asgard, he might bring you along. Don’t be surprised, however, if he ends up using his magic to make you look like an Asgardian if you’re from Midgard. (Because he was very vocal about judging Thor’s relationship with Jane, and he’d rather not be made fun of for the ironic hypocrisy.) As for the other realms? He may take you to see them depending on which realm we’re talking about. (Alfheim and Vanaheim in particular are ones he likes to visit. Jotunheim on the other hand? Over his dead body.)
-If everyone knows about it, he will gladly show off. He flaunts his relationship with you, and you yourself, to everyone like you’re the finest treasure in the universe. Basically saying ‘They’re my partner, not yours. Jealous?’ He’s basically using the same lines he uses for himself for you.
“I am Loki, and they are [Name], remember those names, for they will be the names of your future leaders.”
-If you’re in a relationship with him, I cannot imagine you haven’t already seen his Jotun form by that point. The biggest hurtle(s) for any relationship with Loki are his secrets, insecurities, and fears.
Thus, if he really does love you and trust you, it’s because he knows you accept him wholly and completely. Thus, you’ve seen it.
(Note: He’s still not going to take this form often, he just wants to be sure you wouldn’t believe him to be a monster and/or abandon him.)
-Once you break through the above barrier, this man is probably one of the most compassionate people out there. If people prove their fidelity and care for him, he’ll treat that person like gold. Though most of the softer moments happen behind closed doors, as he’s not very into PDA. (Though that’s not to say he’ll stop you-)
-He’s not the kind of person to make you jealous. After all, he’s your partner, you chose one another for a reason.
If you try to make him jealous though, he’ll realize what you’re doing and take it very personally. The only time he’d ever make you jealous on purpose is if you attempted it on him, because this man is petty. Though do bear in mind he will confront you about how immature you’re being regardless of if he takes the petty route in that situation or not. hypocrite
-He doesn’t really care about appearances. Sure, having a pretty S/O is nice, but that doesn’t really matter to him when compared to genuine care and compassion. This extends to aliens and mutants with major appearance changes too.
Neurodivergence and disabilities are also something that doesn’t bother him generally. Though you’ll probably have to explain some of them to him, as he doesn’t really know that much about modern midgardian terminologies/diagnoses for things like that. Autism? DID? Tourettes? Deafness? Muteness? He doesn’t care.
-What he specifically looks for in a partner is loyalty especially, with compassion, empathy, and a decent sense of humor. (Some impishness is also up there on his list.) Common interests are another plus, and will usually be one of the first things he notices.
-Things that will usually make him nope out of a relationship are actually pretty low-bar standards if I’m being honest: Abuse, General lack of care for him, Extreme entitlement, Insert hate-based group, i:e racists, transphobes, etc.
-I’ve already mentioned before that I headcanon one of his love languages to be physical touch. He’s touch starved, please give him affection.
However, at the beginning of a relationship, he’ll find the idea of...actually having a loving relationship to be very hard to get used to, so he probably won’t initiate any physical affection at first regardless of if it’s in private or not.
But, gradually over time you’ll notice him being a bit more physically affectionate and bold in regards to touching you.
He’ll stand closer to you more often, he’ll put his hand on your shoulder randomly, he might even start kissing you on the temple or forehead on occasion, etc.
-If you cannot fight, he will teach you how to defend yourself. This is non-negotiable.
His mother was murdered in his absence and that fact haunts him well into any ‘real’ relationship he forges, friendship or otherwise. So, he’s certainly not going to let you waltz about without knowing how to defend yourself in case something happens when he’s not around.
If you already can fight, he’ll train and spar with you.
-He will stick to you as much as possible. He wants to spend a lot of time with you (Another love language), so don’t be surprised if he ends up popping up every so often to check on you, or asking you when you’ll next be free for some quality time together.
-Dates with this man are immaculate. He pays a lot of attention to how you feel and what your interests are. He’ll then take this information and use it to construct a date that he thinks you’d enjoy.
You like sci-fi? Well, he knows a beautiful alien planet you two could explore!
Gemtones? Oh, you just so happened to stumble upon a crystal cave with him!
-He does a lot of silent admiration from afar. During those moments, there’s a lot that goes on in his mind. Specifically, wondering how you could possibly love him when he’s done so much. New York, Helping Thanos, Attempting to destroy Jotunheim, the multiple attempts on Thor’s life, etc. The fact that you can even accept his Jotun ancestry, something even he himself can’t truly accept, amazes him. He really doesn’t know what he did to deserve someone so accepting and loving in his life.
-It’s not always sunshine and smiles of course. Communication of his own emotions is not his strong suit, but he’s very perceptive of the feelings of others, so he’s very willing to talk to you about your issues or concerns. He’s very good at recognizing when something’s wrong as well, so often, you won’t even need to ask him to talk, he’ll already be sitting next to you, patiently waiting for you to begin the conversation.
Meanwhile, he has a habit of pushing his emotions down and thinking that if he ignores them they might go away. He’s also very good at hiding it, so that’s certainly something you two need to figure out.
Arguments happen, but rarely last long, as he’s surprisingly pretty good at recognizing when he made a mistake.
“I understand, I’m sorry I made you feel this way. I promise I’ll try to be more thoughtful of you from now on, [Name].”
-He doesn’t really do anniversaries? It’s an Asgard thing, there’s no real ‘milestones’ for relationships, so if you want anniversaries, you’re going to have to explain it to him.
-He really tries his best to be as good a partner to you as possible. He places your needs squarely above his own, especially in dire circumstances.
-Pet names. He will use them, and absolutely melt if you use them too.
Call him ‘your prince’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘luv’, any endearing little name like that, he’ll love it. (He also doesn’t care if you call him those things in public either.)
-He’s such a tease. He’ll flirt with you in hushed tones when nobody is looking, his goal being just to see you turn red. If something ends up happening after as a result? ...That’s just a happy accident.
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Mr. & Mrs. Holland-(Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 8
summary: war is about to begin
warning: angst, cursing, idk what else lol
a/n: hi guys!!! sorry for the little hiatus 👀 but i decided to finish up this fic at 10 parts, so two parts left 🤭
i’ve been getting a few mob!tom ideas lately so let’s see if it goes well! if you like it and wanna be tagged, lmk and as asual; happy reading everyone 🦋
prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ part 5~ part 6~ part 7~
“Jane Cavanaugh?” Y/n whispered under her breath in complete shock, not taking her eyes off the paper as Tom walked back and forth around the office.
“This can’t be right.. There were never records of him being married.” he muttered as he ran his hand through his hair. She sat there in complete shock, not even sure if she was breathing. Suddenly she felt Tom’s hands turn the desk chair and grab her face trying to break her out of her trance. His voice sounded mumbled as her thoughts ran over her.
“Love? Look at me…. look at me!” Tom shouted as his wife’s eyes drifted from his chest to his eyes.
“That’s why she mentioned her husband. Tom, she thinks we killed him…”
“Darling, calm down okay?”
“She came into our house, she knows where we live, Tom. She… she came here.. She has access to everything of ours right now. What the fuck are we gonna do?” Y/n rambled as she stared into Tom’s eyes in desperation.
“It’s gonna be okay. I won't let her take over.” he said as his thumbs rubbed her cheeks softly. She placed her head on his chest, wiping her tears on his shirt making him move a hand to the back of her head, pulling her closer.
“I didn’t want to do this but.. I have to call my dad.” and that’s what she did after walking out of that office. Y/n needed to speak to her father, do the fact that she recognized Jane’s maiden name. Her dad must know her or have something on her. The phone rang about 4 times before someone answered.
‘Hello?’ a soft voice answered, making Y/n wonder if she had dialed the right number.
‘Y/n? Honey, why are you calling?’
‘Well, I’m great mom. How are you?’ she said as she rolled her eyes to her mother’s behavior.
‘Real funny but why are you calling? Do you need money?’
‘No, I don't need money, mom. I need to speak to dad.. immediately.’
‘Oh, of course you call right before the funeral.’ Y/n’s face turned pale as her breath got caught at her throat.
‘Funeral? Wh-what happened?’ her mother’s voice sounded muffled as she heard the explanation of her father’s death. Y/n’s father was the perfect man until she was old enough to start her own mob when she sold her off to the Holland family. She had already met and fell for Tom before she knew about the arrangement. Apparently, he felt threatened by his daughter’s business abilities so he felt the need to get her out of his way.
After some time Y/n had enough and hung up the phone, cutting her mother off. He was poisoned. The funeral was the next day, she wasn't invited but she was going to show up anyway. Y/n is the only heir to the business and fortune, of course she was going for a last hurrah. She walked out of her office with a pissed off expression and walked into Tom’s office to see Harrison and William there too.
“I need to talk to your lawyer, right now.”
“Why? What happened?” Tom asked, standing up and walking towards his wife who was fuming in anger.
“My father is dead, his funeral is tomorrow. I know my mother, she’ll try and steal everything… I’m the rightful heir, I need that lawyer. Now.” Y/n said with teary eyes, receiving pity looks from Harrison and William who just stood there.
“I’ll give him a call and see if he can come over. Alright?” he asked, putting his hands on her cheeks.
“It’s gonna be alright, darling.” Y/n nodded and looked to the ground as she took a deep breath to calm down.
“Thank you.” she muttered under her breath as Tom pulled her into a hug.
A few hours went by and she was in her husband’s office as he continued to make calls. Y/n doubted any lawyers would just go to their house last minute but she needed the lawyer. As you spoke to William and Harrison someone knocked at the door making the room go silent. William walked over there and opened the door to reveal a well suited man with a briefcase.
“Michael, thank you so much for coming on such short notice.” Tom said, shaking the man’s hand.
“It’s no problem. I’m always here to help. What’s up?”
“Well, it's not me. It's my wife. Darling? Come here.” he said, stretching out his hand towards you as you mumbled a ‘excuse me’ to Harrison and walked towards the mob boss.
“Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for coming.” Y/n said as she shook his hand and gave him a kind smile.
“Pleasure. What seems to be the problem, ma’am?”
“I have a family issue…” and she continued to explain everything that was going on between her and her parents. The rest of the day was spent rummaging through files, making calls, faxing papers, everything that could help Y/n get what she deserved. Turns out her father did make a will and by the looks of it it was the only one.
The next day came around, rain drops ran down the bedroom mirror as Y/n stood by it while drinking a cup of coffee. Suddenly, a pair of arms circled around her waist pulling her towards a broad chest. She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, feeling comfort and peace.
“Are you ready for today?” Tom mumbled against her shoulder before giving her a soft peck.
“Not really but.. It has to be done. I’m just thankful you’re gonna be there with me.” Y/n said as she turned in his arms to look up at him.
“I’ll always be here for you.” he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her lips slowly. They began getting ready, both wearing black of course. After a few hours Dylan came around with the car, opening the door for the mob wife to get in followed by her husband. The Holland’s finally arrived and immediately started turning heads since no one expected them to go.
“Why are you here?” her mother asked, making everyone turn their heads to look at the interaction.
“You invited me, remember? And I came to collect what’s rightfully mine.” Y/n smiled wickedly as she pulled out papers from her purse. She handed her the papers and continued walking to her father’s casket to say her last goodbye.
“I know you would’ve hated this but I became what you feared most… You.” she whispered before kissing her fingertips and placing them on the casket.
“What the hell is this, Y/n?” her mother shouted, making the mob wife turn and chuckle dryly.
“It’s my father’s first and only will. Which says that everything goes to his heir, aka me.”
“Wh-what? This can’t be happening.”
“Oh well it is. You have till the end of the week to leave and I really really hope you don’t make this difficult.” and with that Y/n grabbed her husband’s hand, walking to the car.
“Why are you doing this?” her mother shouted as Y/n stood by the car door ready to climb in.
“This is what you get for not protecting me.. when you knew what they were gonna do to me… for selling me to a mob boss. Everything that happens now is what you deserve, dad got out of it rather quickly but you? You’ll see.” She smiled and lowered her sunglasses before climbing into the car and driving back to her office.
“I want her car towed, right now.” she ordered as she stared at her phone while William made the call for the tow truck.
“Where do you want it to be taken?”
“Home.” William nodded and told the person on the phone. Once at her office she climbed out and walked to the door but immediately stopped when Tom called her when he lowered the window.
“You want me to stay with you?” she smiled and walked towards the car to give him a sweet kiss.
“You don’t have to stay, I’m okay. Just call me when you get home, okay?” Tom nodded, giving her one last peck and stared at her as she walked into her building. He closed the window and turned his head to William.
“You know what to do.” the man nodded and got out of the car to go protect her boss as a horrible mob war was being planned. Tom didn’t know when it was gonna happen but he knew the business. And after that funeral, a war was deemed to happen.
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hi hi! can I requests a few monster trio + franky + usopp hc for an s/o who's a bjr insecure about their body and usually wear baggy outfits but wears slightly revealing and fitting clothes for very few occasions (and that's usually only when they are feeling themselves??) it's ok if you cant! love your hc!!
Hello dear <333 Thank you for requesting! I have a huge problem with insecurity too, so this one was fun to write! I hope you will enjoy this hc as much as I did when I wrote them💕 Also I'm not sure if this is really what you looking for, please let me know!
With a S/O who's insecure about their body and usually wear baggy outfit, but will wear slightly revealing & fitting clothes when they are feeling themselves (sorry I'm quite bad at naming the title lol)
Monkey D. Luffy
To be honest, Luffy is not the one who cares so deeply about body types, clothes, and stuff like that
He's also always so confident in himself and doesn't get your insecurity at all
Why do you have to be sad about it anyway, he just loves you the way you are.
All he cares about is your happiness, so on a day you feel down and insecure about your body, he's going to be sad too. Again, not quite understand it.
"But you are cute! I think you are always cute!" Gonna title his head and look straight into your eyes, never knows how much his words touch your inner soul
On a day you feel more yourself and wear more revealing clothes, Luffy would notice right away, not by the new outfit, but by the expression on your face
You look confident, and your smile is the brightest thing he can see that day
Would gomu gomu himself to your side and wrap his hand around your waist, pulling you into a big bear hug
"You look amazing today, shishishi!" Luffy grins happily, as if your joy is his too, "As always of course!" and adds this with a peck on your cheeks!
Would love to see you with fitting clothes more, cuz only on this occasion does he get to see that confidence look on you. 🥰
So, like the captain, like the first mate. Zoro is not the one who cares about body types and clothes either.
Please, this man has already had the most perfect body ever, just look at his abs, how can you expect him to understand the mind of a normal people like you, huh?
He can be quite rude about this, brushing it off when you talk about your insecurities
Not because he doesn't love you, it's just because he doesn't think about you that way. You are so freaking hot who tf give you the idea your body is bad in the first place?
But when he first sees you with a fitting outfit, it would be quite a shock for him (but he won't admit it)
He thought you are too hot already, but this? Honestly, are you trying to kill him or something?😳
Would have his eye on you all the time, but will turn right away when you catches him looking, with a slight flush on his cheek
Wonder to himself why he looks at Nami in her bikini all the time and feels nothing while your clothes are just a bit more revealing than usual and here he is, already so stunned
Eventually thinks that he'd prefer you in baggy clothes more. You look too good it won't make any difference, but with this type of clothes he would have to keep an eye open whenever Sanji comes near you so.....no!
Oh Sanji, it's Sanji we're talking about!
This man would never, even one day, forget to shower you with compliments and praises.
So you are wearing baggy clothes? - "Y/N CHWANNNN YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL TODAY YOU ARE SO FASHIONABLE SO STUNNING I LUWV YOU!!!" *spinning around with hearted-eyes*
Oh, now you are wearing more fitting clothes? - "Y/N CHWANNNN YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL TODAY SO STUNNING SO FASHIONABLE I LUWV YOUUUU!!!!" *spinning around with hearted-eyes*
Ah, nothing is different, no matter how you dress, he still finds you to be so attractive. Sanji will fall in love with you every day for who you are, beauty standards are just shit!
With Sanji, you will never feel insecure, never have to doubt yourself because he would be there to remind you every day how wonderful you are.
Everything about you is so great in his eyes. The way you move, the way you talk, your eyes, your laugh, everything! oh, this man is just down bad for you...
But just keep in mind that Chopper will have a patient with severe blood loss if you ever wear too revealing, so please show some sympathy for him! Poor Sanji could not take that kind of damage 😥
If anything, Usopp is the one who best understands what is low self-esteem. He knows very well how that feels, and yes, it's not a good feeling
He's your lover, but also a good friend at the same time. Gonna listen to you venting, confessing about your insecurities, and never complaining about it.
But Usopp never tries to convince you, he knows that you're hot, but the only one who can make you believe it is yourself (believe me Usopp is such a veteran)
So he will tryna help you another way, gonna be your stylist and help to build your closet!
Who says that baggy clothes are not fashionable huh? Usopp is going to prove you otherwise! He's such a skillful stylist, give him 1000 berries, and he will give you tons of different outfits for each day in a week!
When he sees you in more revealing and fitting clothes, he is even happier than you. Would shower you with lots of compliments and praises, but in a more delicate way than Sanji.
"Oh no your glasses finish your whole outfit! Great touch y/n!" "Hey, I like your top!" "You look beautiful in that skinny jeans omg!"
However, to Usopp, you are the best when you are yourself, so he won't force you to wear any kind of clothes, just be you and wear whatever you want when you feel to cause you'll look good all the same, hun <3
Ah, so this man here is a big fan of revealing clothes (honestly, have you seen him?)
He loooooves revealing clothes so much it hurts, but he also knows that everyone is different, so you like wearing baggy clothes more? Fine by him.
He is also the one who loves giving compliments. Even when you just stay there and do absolutely nothing he would still praise you every single time
"Hey, Y/n you look SUUUUUPEEERRR today!!! Just want you to know that!!!!"
When he sees you in more fitting and revealing clothes (even just a slightly revealing one), he would get OVERHYPE tbh
"OOOOOHHHH LOOK AT MY BEAN!!! YOU ARE SUPER SUUUUUPPPERRR TODAY YUR EVEN SUPER THAN ME HUN!"
Would want the whole world to know how good you look in these outfits, and would take lots of pictures for you! He really is a professional photographer.
Compliments you every single minute, making you feel like you really are a super bean! And proud!
Again, Franky is just a big fan of revealing clothes, and now, he's your biggest fanboy, because you look good on that fit more than anyone🥺
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oh, how about nr 23? for the ask-game :)
23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t
OH MAN MY GUY
I have precisely 400,000 ideas in my head at all times, some of which I have actually written but that aren't good enough in my head to include or which missed their boats to be added to chapters etc.
BUT. here is the list I can think of like right now
1. Din meeting the clones.
I have written a chat fic where the clones live and they learn about Din, but this is not enough for my screaming brain.
I want them to see Boba courting him in the most Mandalorian way he possibly can and I want them to FURTHER see Din not registering this as courting and then I want them to feel like, for having failed to bring Boba into their circle, they owe him to help him win over the Mand'alor (even if they don't especially like the Mand'alor.)
Anyways, I want Din to just be confused by all these old men who keep trying to talk to him. He doesn't register them as clones even as Boba is dragging hands down his face and making 'fuck off FUCK OFF' gestures at everyone's 'helping' efforts.
I especially want to see Wolffe mentoring Din. I just feel like there is a lot of potential there with their personalities and Wolffe carrying a shitload of guilt when he learns that Din became a mandalorian because droids razed his village. Wolffe is devastated by this because he thinks that some clone troopers--someone besides the fucking death watch--should have done something and spared Din what Wolffe thinks is a life of hardship (Din, however is just chilling. He loves his Mando family).
2. I wanted desperately to get a chapter into it's called a flush where Boba, Din, Luke, and Fennec are all in a canoe.
I cannot express in words how much I want Boba to be ready to eviscerate Luke who has seen an ocean 1 time now, in a hallucination, and who does not know how to paddle.
Din and Fennec of course, are between them, Din being reminded at every slosh that he's never worn heavier armor and oh fuck oh shit maybe beskar wasn't a good idea. He doesn't have a floatation device. While Fennec cheerfully rows off-beat and only on one side despite Boba shouting at her, trying to get her to row on the right side if nothing else.
3. I wanted to see everyone go to Disneyland/theme park. I don't know how it would happen. But I want it to happen. I want the clones to have a good fucking time too.
4. this coming year, come hell or high water, I am going to write an Obi-Wan and Maul fic.
No, hear me out.
Not necessarily ObiMaul. But I want them to end up living together on Tatooine--no, not that fic. I know which fic people are going to rec me here. I have read it, it is nice, but this idea is not that one--where they fight viciously over the attentions of their livestock.
I need Obi-Wan and Maul to be bribing the affections of their herd of bantha.
I need Chicken-Feet, the Tooka that @sucrosesorcery and @cassettemoon have created, to be roaming the shittiest, functional-by-the-skin-of-its-teeth farm, wreaking terror and havoc upon all those who live there. Attacking toes (Maul encourages this), trying to climb in the oven (Obi-Wan encourages this), drinking out of troughs and puking on rugs.
I need Obi-Wan and Maul doing this for YEARS together while becoming only more and more passive-aggressive and aggressive-aggressive. Everyone on Tatooine thinks they're married. Luke thinks they're married.
They try to kill each other in creative ways weekly and then feign complete innocence when confronted.
They try to gaslight each other but it doesn't work because both are losing their moral high ground on the other and are fiercely protective of their rights as the ONLY PERSON who is allowed to terrorize the other.
And it shall be wonderful, anon.
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ahhh its bangtansonyeondan!!!
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soemtimes i need to remind myself men arent as 2 dimensional as some people treat them, that they arent simple or ill intended, and all men are capable of love. of real love and affection, and that the romance i see on the screen and in books isnt just a fantasy but very real wants and needs from so many different personalities and styles.
i have to remind myself that these wonderful and deep characters were written by men too, and someday ill be able to share a life with one who will look at me the way that i look at the stars, and ill wonder how i ever doubted he was capable of feeling the way he does.
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#who gave you that love bite?
—where you pranked him about having a hickey on your neck, but it’s just a perfectly-done make-up that ying’er or lisa possibly taught you
CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli
THEMES. mostly fluff, very very slight angst. mild suggestive (special mention to kaeya and gorou) but nothing too much. established relationship.
WARNINGS. jealousy and possessiveness. language for scaramouche’s. also, just a side note that i am not a prankster irl and i do not recommend doing pranks on your s/o 24/7 (unless you do these to each other just for fun lmao) pls this is purely just for entertainment and to indulge on our 2d men<3
ALBEDO has sharp eyes and is naturally very observant. The moment he sees it, he has a feeling that something about it looks oddly familiar. “Is that… a love bite?” he could barely even call it by its other name mostly because he knew in himself that he didn’t give that to you. He wasn’t even at home last night. So it was best to question if it was really a love bite like he thinks it is. If you lie that it was a bruise, he’d question you even more about how it happened and there may even be a chance that he’ll believe you. He always believes you and he might not even believe in himself even if he was sure it’s a love bite… so in conclusion, don’t lie to him and tell him it’s a prank instead.
CHILDE was a mixture of mad and anxious, it’s obvious in his eyes. Actually, his whole expression would show that he’s annoyed but his eyes definitely showed confusion and hurt. “Is this a hickey?” his mood would instantly drop the moment he sees it—of course he knows what it was, he wanted to see if you’d lie. If you would, he’d say, “It’s obviously one, who gave this to you? I did not give this to you.” He trusts you enough not to think the worst but… “Don’t lie to me, Y/n, tell the truth,” he’d add, thinking that maybe it was all a joke. Honestly, this is the perfect time to say that it is and he’d heave out a sigh of relief and immediately wrap his arms around you. “Please don’t do that again, you’re hurting my heart, love.”
DILUC is a very sensible and calm man, at first, he might even think that it’s a bruise, asking you if you were alright, but upon further inspection, you could see him obviously recoil from it. “Why do you have a hickey, Y/n?” his voice would drop and if you take a peek on his vision, it would flicker despite him attempting to keep his cool. “Who gave that to you?” he adds, and it should be the indication of the end of the prank because he was getting angrier by the second. A heavy and relieved sigh escapes his lips as his entire body eases up, He ushers you close to him and he embraces you, burying his nose by your hair or neck, “Don’t do that again, okay?” he’d plead and you honestly think it is one of the often times he would show his emotions out in the open.
I firmly believe that GOROU has a natural instinct of being slightly more possessive than what he seems to be. He couldn’t actually control it. “What’s this?” The moment he sees the mark on your neck, he’ll make you halt in your tracks and he’d instantly inspect it, his eyes squinting at the mark as he holds onto your arm, might even be growling lowly at some point and he’s not afraid to touch the mark to see if it was real and when he proves that it’s not, he heaves out a relieved sigh. But then, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from making a similar mark not too far away from it, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses on your neck before claiming his prize on a spot, sucking on your skin almost possessively. He leans away and his eyes gazes upon his work of art and you could see the hazed look in his eye before he turns to you and his facade instantly changes, smiling brightly at you like nothing happened.
KAEYA, the knowledgeable and flirt that he is, would lean down and kisses on the opposite side of where the mark is and leaves his own, sucking your skin gently and almost intentionally longer than he would. When he leans away does he licks his glove-covered thumb and use it to gently wipe the makeup away. “There. Now that’s what you call a hickey,” he’d smirk while winking and walk away, muscles easing up as he was immensely grateful that what his instincts told him was true.
KAZUHA would know how to catch you in your lie. Of course, there is that part in his mind that thinks the worst, but he wouldn’t accuse you of something that easily. “Where did you go before here, dove?” he’d ask questions like that and if he kisses you on the neck later on and see that you weren’t recoiling back, especially when he pokes at the mark, he’d know it was fake. He’d chuckle and press a peck on your temple and say, “Ying’er must have put something in your mind again, hm? You should have come to me if you’d like one.”
SCARAMOUCHE is angry as hell. “What the fuck is that?” he sneers, holding onto your skin at the edge of your jaw as he inspects the ‘thing’ as he calls it in his mind. “Where and who, answer me, Y/n before I lose my patience,” he glares at you, as sharp as any sword if it has to. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, a high-rank, even. Anyone who wrongs him shall be punished. Don’t try to attempt this on him if he hasn't trusted you that much because you will definitely lose that even if it’s a prank. “Tsk, don’t fool me again with that same trick,” because he definitely almost panicked that you were seeing another person. Almost. 100% will leave love bites on you that same night.
THOMA, on the other hand, was internally panicking. He almost didn’t want to ask you, and it took a lot from him to do so. “Babe… is that a love bite?” he squeaks, unable to look at the mark. The moment you would make eye contact with him, you wouldn’t even have the heart to lie because he looked absolutely hurt. Notably, he has a hand on your back as he holds onto the thin thread of hope that it was not true and that you still love him no matter what. Actually, he might also be ready to forgive you if it was… He just wants you to be honest. When you tell him the truth, he instantly wraps his arms around you and tells you, “Let’s stay like this for awhile. I thought... “ he’d sigh, “You almost had me there. I was so scared, you know?” and he definitely was.
VENTI would see it in almost an instant and freaks out. “Is that what I think it is?! Tell me it isn’t! Windblume, I did not give that to you!” he’d whine, even if it’s in the public setting, so it would probably be best if you do this away from people, maybe even in Windrise or somewhere that’s not in town because he’s definitely going to be loud. He might even cling onto you until you answer his questions. Knowing him he probably propped himself on your back and made you piggy-back him as he tried to give you the same mark. You two ended up falling on the grass because of that.
You really thought XIAO had been fooled. “Where did you get that?” he glares at the mark as he would to any other enemy then he turns to you to demand once more, “Who hurt you?” For the love of the Archons, poor boy thought that it was a bruise of some sort. If you tell him that it’s a love bite, he’d be even more confused. It honestly would take a lot more time because he really doesn’t have any idea about this… so your prank would soon be revealed because the hype died down along the way. However, he might be slightly more clingy than before, even glancing onto your neck for the rest of the day. Mission failed, but it’s worth it nonetheless.
ZHONGLI trusts you, with all of his heart, and it is to the point that he’d think it was done by your friend or that it’s a bruise. He’d ask you about it though. “What is this, love?” he’d trace the skin around the mark, inspecting it with his piercing eyes. You can almost feel him eyeing on it with his gaze. If you answer truthfully that it is a love bite, he’d momentarily freeze and he’d clear his throat, shifting on his seat. “Did I… give that to you?” he’d question even if he was sure that he didn’t. Maybe he just forgot? Surely he must have. Someone like him being not entirely sure? It would hurt to even see him like this so it’s a failed attempt on your side. When you reveal the truth, he’d just nuzzle his head by your neck and press a kiss on the back of your neck, “Please don’t scare me like this again, love, I don’t think I can handle it. I think I love you so much to let you go like that.”
NOTES. I wasn’t able to post last week because i was banned but here i am again coming back with a bang<3 hope you liked this everyone i did my best !! tbh i legit finished this post just exactly as i was supposed to post it lmao hahaha
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Jealousy HeadCanons | Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Venti
Warning: Diluc-Rough sex, semi-public sex; Kaeya- teasing, hair pulling; Albedo- workplace sex; Venti- Public sex
Pairing: Diluc, Albedo, Kaeya, Venti X Fem!Reader (Separate)
Mia's Notes: Damn this took longer than expected lmao. I really wanted to include aether but we literally know nothing about his character. I might write some individual stuff about him though..
Anyways all these are what I think about the boys!
Happy reading! Not proofread-
WC: 0.9 - 1.0 k per character
On a scale of 1 to 10, I personally feel he would fall at a 5 or 6. He doesn’t get jealous that easily because of how mature he is- he doesn’t feel that you talking to tavern patrons or bards is a reason for him to be jealous. They wouldn’t hinder your relationship in any way and Diluc knew that.
However, the one person who sparked the green monster in him and made his chest twist in irritation was Kaeya. Yes out of all the people in Mondstad, the cavalry captain was the one he was most wary of.
Of course, his caution was justified. Often Kaeya would visit the two of you at the bar and proceed to steal you away from Diluc the entire night.
“Sneaky bastard.” Diluc would mutter under his breath and continue tending to the patrons as if seeing you and Kaeya fairly alone didn’t bother him
His excuse is, “I’m just keeping your beautiful, lovely girlfriend company while you work. I’m sure she wouldn’t like to be alone, that too in a bar where drunkards don’t know their limits.” He would wink at the red-haired bartender just to piss him off.
And don’t get me started on the way Kaeya would brush his hand over yours, or ruffle your hair playfully- all with friendly intentions, knowing you were well taken and happy in your current relationship with Diluc. Both Kaeya and you knew that his goal here was to just piss off Diluc.
And it was working really well. But Diluc wasn’t one to outright show his jealousy. He had an image to maintain and of course, what good would it do to throw a tantrum?
If he did express himself, he would definitely give Kaeya a reason to bother him further, and Diluc didn’t want to taint his dignity.
However when Kaeya pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and called you “his cute little dum dum”, something snapped in him, the anger bubbling greater when you laughed at Kaeya, clearly just being polite.
Throwing his towel and apron at Charles, diluc circled the counter until he towered over your seated figures.
“Kaeya, doesn’t the cavalry captain have duties to attend to in the morning? I think it would be wise for you to go and get some much-needed rest.” Diluc’s tone was flat, but the swirling in his eyes indicated something deeper.
“Alright, I guess I’m wanted no longer. We’ll catch up some other time Y/N.” He shot you a wink before shuffling out the tavern on his wobbly feet.
As you waved back and yelled out a goodbye, Diluc turned to you, eyes holding a fire in them, rarely ever seen.
“You, you’re coming with me.”
When jealous, sex with diluc becomes less of him wanting to show you affection and more of him pounding himself into you until all you can think about is him, forgetting about that dumb brother of his.
It’s like he’s trying to prove to you, that he’s so much better than every man that’s ever fucked you, and every man who wants to.
During jealous sex, he’s very verbal about what made him jealous, becoming an open book- so easy to read.
“Ahhh Diluc! Slow d-ahhh!” Your sobs and moans came out broken as you laid flat against a table in the basement with Diluc in between your legs. With every impalement of his dick in your slipper cunt, you shook violently on the table causing it to squeak in rhythm. You screamed loud enough to be heard by the patrons above, if not for their loud chatter and the bard’s music.
“That…stupid cavalry captain. You had no need…to be nice to him. Yet…you can’t help being sweet huh?” Diluc scoffed, jealousy fuelling him to dig his nails deeper into the plush of your thighs and drive deeper into you.
You blabbered dumbly, hands flailing around to find something to grasp onto, eventually settling on the lapels of Diluc’s jacket.
“Mmmm Diluc- kiss me..” You moaned desperately, tugging on his clothes. He huffed out a breath and released one of your thighs to grab your chin and smash his mouth onto yours, eating out all your sounds in a sloppy kiss, ignoring the light hints of alcohol on your tongue.
When he pulled away, your expression was completely dazed and drunk because of him. “Mmm love you.” You muttered, biting your knuckles to stop the moans from coming out of you since Diluc increased his pace to chase his orgasm.
When he felt like he was ready to spill, his mouth latched to your bare shoulder as he bit down, moaning loudly in harmony with your scream. A thick rope of his cum gushed into your orgasming cunt, fluids mixing together deliciously.
“I love you too. You’re mine. My gorgeous Love. No stupid man can take you away from me.”
Once the two of you come down for your high and finally Diluc comes back to his senses, his face tints a deeper red, out of pure embarrassment.
He would help you sit up and dress but would hang his head low the entire time, avoiding your gaze.
To get him to talk to you, you would have to grab his face and bring him in for a kiss. He’d positively melt into your embrace and return your kiss, hugging you tight.
“I am sorry, Love. It seems that I got carried away.” He’d mumble, brushing his thumb over the hickey on your neck.
“Apology accepted, but on the condition that you admit you got jealous of Kaeya.” You giggle and nudge his arms as he groans and rests his head on your shoulder.
“There is no way I am admitting to such foolish feeling.”
Kaeya gives off 9 out of 10 jealousy vibes. Yes, he trusts you infinitely, he knows that you love him and only him, but he has a complex where he just can’t stand other people talking to you and stealing your attention. Very possessive boy we have here.
Honestly, it doesn’t even have to be other men trying to court you to get him to be jealous. You spending more time with your friends over him makes him pout like a kicked puppy. He can’t help it! He’s addicted to you
Lisa, as we all know, loves tea, and you along with Jean happened to be her favourite test subjects. Whenever she had a new brand of tea delivered to her home, her first response would be to invite the two of you over immediately.
Saying that Kaeya was lowkey jealous of how often you went to tea with them was an understatement. He was your boyfriend! All of your free time and attention is supposed to be his!
Also, Lisa was too comfortable around you. Kaeya knew that you had no interest in her, and only saw her as a friend and colleague, he couldn’t help but scoff at how touchy Lisa would be with you.
If he ever happened to accidentally stumble into the cafe you all spent time in (that’s a lie, he overheard the three of you making plans and scheduled his day according) he would wave at you in mock surprise and sit with you guys, interrupting your conversation with his nonsense.
Lisa would sometimes pipe in between. “Oh cutie, you have a little something on your lip. Let me help.” Humph, Kaeya could have done that for you instead.
Ah and then there are the days when you dress better than usual. So stunning, so hot, so…not for him?
“Well hello there darling. Are you wearing such a beautiful outfit to impress me?” His arms wrapped around your torso as you adjusted your make-up. You could see his wide smirk and impure intentions in the mirror.
You chuckled and patted his head, giving him an apologetic kiss. “Sorry to disappoint Love, but I’m dressed up to go meet Lisa and Jean.”
His smile fell and blue eye stared into your reflection. He’d stick his lower lip out dramatically. “You’re always hanging out with them. What about me?” He’d whine, hugging you tighter.
Even after hearing his desperation, you continued with your routine. “I know, I’m sorry, but Lisa has this new dandelion tea which she wanted us to try. I’ll try to come early tonight.” You turned to kiss his lips briefly before heading to the door.
Suddenly you’re pinned against the oak wood, a gasp escaping your lips as you stare into your lover’s eyes.
“You’re sorry right? Why don’t you show me how much?” His attempts to seduce you weren’t in vain as you whimpered under his intense gaze.
“But Lisa..” You mumbled.
“Lisa can wait a little while, can’t she?”
Jealousy sex with Kaeya is mostly him taking back your attention, but making you do all the work; after all, you’re the one apologising to him.
It’s him showing you that he’s the only one who deserves to be focused on, and you best forget about everyone else because nobody can make you happy the way he can.
He’ll be so vocal about how better he is than everyone else and how bad he wants to hold you all the time. He’s obsessed with you, and by the way he’s screwing you, you gotta admit you’re obsessed too.
Tell him how amazing he is and maybe he’ll pound into you a bit harder.
“M sorry, Kaeya. Sorry.” You whimpered into his shoulder. He chuckled and ran his fingers over your hips, grabbing you and lifting you, only to drop you back on his cock. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, grinding on Kaeya’s hip, feeling the friction of his dick against your walls.
“Mmm pretty girl. Doesn’t that dress look better on the floor? Isn’t it better to sit on my dick and ride me rather than sit on some boring chair in a cafe and talk boring things with Lisa?” He teased, reaching up to nibble your earlobe.
You tried to gather your words into a comprehensible sentence but all that came out of your slack jaw was pleads to feel him more.
“Come on babe, I know you can move better. Aren’t you trying to show me how sorry you are?” Kaeya’s mocking words went right to your core as you nodded dumbly. Taking hold of his shoulder and rolling your hips on top of his roughly. Kaeya couldn’t help but bite his lip at the sight in front of him- your completely fucked out face with mascara stains running down your cheeks, lipstick smudged from how much you both had been kissing, and how his dick disappeared into your body whenever you moved around.
“Kaeya…” You moaned out, dropping your mouth against his to cover your lewd sounds. He took this as a sign of your nearing orgasm so he tugged your hair and pulled you away so that he could see your erotic expressions.
“Tell me you love me while you cum all over me.” He smirked, keeping your head in that perfect position.
“I love you so much, Kaeya! Fuck- So so much!” You practically scream, gushing over his dick. Hearing your sweet high pitched voice, Kaeya felt his own orgasm flow through him and into your slick covered cunt. You slumped into his lap, savouring the warmth of him and his liquids in you.
“My gorgeous darling. Apology accepted. Love you.”
Post sex, it will be his turn to apologise, for making you miss tea time with Lisa and Jean.
But his apology is far from genuine. Will apologize with more kisses and attempts to start round two.
“Can’t believe you did that out of jealousy.” You huff as he peppered kisses over your naked shoulder as you cuddled in bed, giving great attention to the hickies.
“Jealous? Me? Not a chance. I was just horny.”
He’s too focused on his Alchemy to be jealous, it is surprising he even landed a girlfriend like you. Gonna give him a 3 out of 10 on the jealousy scale.
He isn’t exactly human so his jealousy is quite less than what you would imagine it to be, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get an uncomfortable tightness in his chest when you’re with someone else.
Most of the time, because of how busy he is, you’d talk to his apprentices-Sucrose and Timaeus- and soon enough, you three were an inseparable trio.
Albedo was glad they liked you so much that you were practically glued. How adorable.
But with every passing day you spent lesser time looking over Albedo’s shoulder and asking him the simplest questions about his work. He felt a cold emptiness, where your warmth usually was.
“How peculiar…” Albedo thought out loud when he suddenly started missing you again. Shaking his head, he went back to work.
Right as he put a period mark to end his entry, he heard the door open and your sweet laughter echo through the room.
His heart beat faster as he turned around to greet you, smile falling when he saw that you had an arm slung over Sucrose and Timaeus, all of you looking bubbly and happy. His frown twitched at the sight.
“Thank you for such a wonderful time Y/N. That travelling circus was a pleasure to watch.” Timaeus grinned as you pulled away from them and walked to your statue like boyfriend, giving him a quick side hug before walking away.
“The travelling circus?” Albedo asked slowly.
“Yes. Y/N treated us to a show and it was wonderful! You should have come with us Mr.Albedo” Sucrose exclaimed and talked on about it to Timaeus. Well Albedo really did want to go, but work came first.
Anyways none of it mattered now that he’d get to spend some time with you. He may have not been the most affectionate, but whenever he was, he would give you all the love he could.
When he turned to loop his arms around your waist and pull you into a longer hug, he noticed how you still had your boots on. Usually you’d change into your comfortable slippers that you left in his locker by now…
“Love we’ll be back by evening alright? I have to show Timaeus around Springvale.” You kissed Albedo on the cheek and walked towards Timaeus.
Albedo was observant; observant enough to notice the way Timaeus’s cheeks coloured and how he twiddled his thumb as you approached him. Did…he have feelings for you?
Having had enough of you not spending time with him, Albedo grabbed your wrist.
“Y/N, could you possibly change your plans for the day? I wish to discuss something important with you?”
You tilted your head in confusion, but Sucrose was quick to catch on. “Don’t worry Y/N! I can show him around!” And as quick as the wind, the two of them vanished.
Now back to your boyfriend and you. “What is it Albedo?” You asked, slightly worried about what’s to happen.
“It’s just…You’ve been away for a while…” Albedo murmured, trying to control the warmth rising to his cheeks.
He was so obvious, you couldn’t stop your little grin. “Albedo, are you jea-Mmmph!” Your words were cut off when he kissed you.
Jealousy sex with Albedo is him craving your attention, loving you and showing you how much he desires you. His jealousy stems from his love for your presence, even though he himself doesn’t realise how important you are for him.
“I missed you.” Albedo hissed as he had you bent over his workbench, screwing you from behind. Your arms ached at the way he had them crossed behind your back and trapped with his fingers, rubbing soft circles on your wrists.
You were barely able to talk between your sniffles and sob, so Albedo decided to continue, words barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. “You should spend more time with me. You always hang out -fuck- hang out with the other two. Have your forgotten about me?” He groans when your walls clamp around his dick, squeezing him tight.
“Mm Bedo…” you whined and hiccuped, feeling your knees weaken further with ever push of his hips into yours. His dick glided beautifully into yours and prodded at your cervix, making you jolt under him. “Ahhh Bedo! I love you! All yours…” Mind gone blank under the intensity of his movements, all you could do was chant out his name.
He smirked at the sight, feeling a sense of pride and contentment. He leaned over your shoulder and kissed your lips, mixed saliva dribbling down your chin from the sloppy action of his. He practically took your breath away, with his hard thrusts and heart racing kisses.
“Bedo…wanna cum..” You mumbled against his lips as he hummed in response.
"Then cum." Grabbing your hips and leaving your arms free, he slammed into you a final time, the two of you coming undone in synchronised euphoria.
Once done, he would hold you in his lap on one of the chairs and rub away your running tears, soothing you.
“I love you Y/N. I missed you.” He pouted and kissed your reddened wrists.
You sighed and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll spend more time with you, promise. Were you really jealous about that?”
“I supposed so, but none of that matters now.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.
Venti is pretty jealous, a good 7 out of 10. Being worshipped as the Anemo archon by the people of Mondstad has really boosted this man’s ego.
Being the lover of an archon is quite a challenge given how often he isn’t around, busy doing his little to nothing archon duties.
When he’s gone, you would spend your time with the knights of Favonius, being one of them. You were great friends with Kaeya, loving him for his silly nature.
Venti was not happy. He knew he wasn’t around most of the time but that doesn’t mean you should replace him!
And how preposterous! You started going to the tavern with Kaeya! Venti is supposed to be your drinking buddy!
Venti pouted when he entered the tavern and saw you laughing away with Kaeya, talking about God knows what. Wait..he didn’t know..
Anyway, Venti isn’t shy to show everyone that you’re his. His jealousy is written on his forehead with a stark black marker for everyone to see.
“Good evening, My Love.” Venti sauntered towards you, seating himself in the free seat beside you and tilting your face to plant a kiss on your red lips.
The traces of dandelion wine lingering on your lips made the kiss even sweeter. But short-lived was the moment when you pulled away. “Hi sweetheart.” You blushed and hid your face in his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you and then caught Kaeya’s eye, sending him a naughty smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know we had company. Didn’t notice you.” Venti huffed out.
Kaeya laughed and wasn’t ready to back down, raising his mug towards the bard. “All is forgiven. How bout a round of drinks? It’s on me.” Who was Venti to say no to free alcohol?
A few drinks later, Venti was drunk. Super drunk. But Kaeya kept his composure even though he himself was feeling slightly tipsy. Trying to impress you it seems.
“Oh Venti, you know you can’t handle your alcohol.” You sigh as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leans on you for support, babbling about how he wasn’t drunk and desired more.
The next words you spoke made him snap his head in your direction with a scowl on his face.
“You should be like Kaeya, he’s careful with his alcohol.” Of course, you meant that lightly and didn’t mean to attack the bard in any way BUT HE WAS ATTACKED AND HE WAS GOING TO ATTACK BACK
He scoffed at Kaeya who chuckled at your word. “Aw is the bard jealous of my alcohol tolerance.” Kaeya patted Venti’s beret, much to his irritation.
“Come on Y/N. Let’s go home now. I wanna go home.” Venti pouted and pulled you out of the tavern, sending a stern look to the knight he left behind. Kaeya just smirked in return.
“Venti slow down. Wait AHHH” Before you could speak any further, Venti picked you up and using his archon abilities, launched you both into the air, carefully landing by the tree in Windrise.
“I’m so much better than Kaeya.” Venti didn’t let you defend yourself, resorting to undressing you and pinning you to the tree.
Jealousy sex with Venti is hard and fast, him trying to feed his ego by hearing you scream out his name. Scream out his name for everyone else to hear.
Cheeky words praising himself and you would slip from his lips throughout as he shows you that you’re all his.
“Let me hear you say my name,” Venti grunted as he pressed you further against the bark of the tree, curving your back perfectly. He squeezed your ass and felt pride at the way you whimpered and dug your fingernails into the wood. Such a beautiful sight, all for him to see.
“Venti...Venti!” You moaned loudly, throwing your head back against his shoulder, hips grinding into the tree with his thrusts. You knew that your stomach would be covered in scratches and thorns from the tree but you couldn’t care right now, sole attention on Venti taking you from behind and your juices running down your legs.
He grabbed your face from behind, looking at your glossy eyes. Smiling, he brushed his lips on yours, hearing you whine for more than a peck. “Could Kaeya ever do something like this?” He slurred, still being high on alcohol.
“Mm n-no. Only you can fuck me like this.” Your words had his dick twitching in your gummy walls, stirring him to pound deeper and faster until you were screaming for any passerby to hear.
Venti’s name rolled off your tongue like a mantra and he couldn’t get enough of your sweet sounds along with your warmth sucking in his dick.
“Oh my sweet flower, take in all of my cum like a good girl.” His hand circled your body to play with your breasts. You moaned out a yes, bending forward to prepare for his load.
And with a few slaps of his dick into you, he was unleashing all of his ejaculate into you, plugging you until you stopped shaking from your shared orgasm.
Afterwards, venti will continue to praise the both of you, cuddling you under the tree and wrapping his cape around your naked figure.
“You’re so perfect for me, My Love. And you’re made for me. Perfection for perfection.” He declared, enjoying your sweet giggles.
“You’re so full of yourself venti.” You softly aim to smack his shoulder but he grabs your wrist, kissing the delicate skin.
“Isn’t it more accurate to say…you’re full of me, My Love?”
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𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
summary: john walker is flirting with you in front of bucky and he won't take it
pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: john walker (yes, he is a warning), jealous!bucky, some angst, fluff.
english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
You snorted as you dropped between Bucky and Sam, your gaze on everything but the big jerk dressed as Steve sitting across from you. And by the time the vehicle started to move, you knew that you had regretted getting into it in the first place.
"You know we just saved your asses, right?" John Walker, the clown himself, questioned, shooting you an almost mocking look.
"We had everything under control." You replied dryly, finally joining your gaze with his blue one, crossing your arms over your chest. You frowned when you saw how he blatantly moved his eyes from your face to your chest and vice versa, and Bucky could see it too as he immediately tensed sitting next to you.
"And if 'having everything under control' means getting your butt kicked out, of course, you had everything under control." John joked, but seeing that none of the three invited passengers smiled at his words, he sighed. "We're on the same team, guys, c'mon. I don't know why you act like you hate us."
"We're not on the same team, man." Sam was quick to reply, as calm as ever. You found it incredible that he could maintain his composure even in such stressful situations.
"And we do hate you." Bucky added, you nodded at his words.
"My point is, we could work well on the same side." John leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees and by the time his eyes landed on you, you knew some disgusting statement was coming. "And we could use an avenger of your caliber, sweetheart." You raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "You have a hell of potential, but I can see you don't work well with these two. Maybe you're on the wrong team."
John smiled widely when he saw a smile rise on your lips as well and when you approached him, he approached as well.
"Uh, I wouldn't recommend doing that." Sam muttered under his breath seeing John's closeness to you.
"I'm going to give you two seconds to retract all the bullshit you just said if you don't want a broken nose." You said in a low tone against his ear still with that dark smile on your lips and Bucky smiled totally satisfied at Walker's expression, who looked truly terrified for a couple of seconds.
Your lover's vibranium hand rested gently on your thigh, trying to calm you down, which worked almost automatically. He knew how much the subject of the shield and Steve affected you, even as much as him.
The fake Captain America cleared his throat, straightening his body to sit well. "Look, I'm not trying to replace anyone, okay?"
"Oh, so is that why you're dressed exactly as Steve Rogers?" Sam answered wryly, raising his eyebrows at him.
"I'm not Steve Rogers, I'm Captain America."
Sam, Bucky and you laughed, the three of you looking at Walker in disbelief.
"You know that carrying that shield around doesn't make you Captain America, right?" You questioned in a cold tone.
Bucky, still with his hand on your thigh, dedicated himself to gaze intently with narrowed eyes at who, until now, had easily proven worthy of being his potential enemy. He quick noticed how John Walker's disgusting eyes traveled over your body, sometimes stopping at cuts that had ripped open your suit from the previous fight.
And God he wanted to break his therapist's rule number two so badly.
John Walker finally glanced at Sam, pointing at the super soldier with a movement of his fingers. "He always stares like that?"
"You get used to it." Sam replied calmly and proceeded to shrug. "And man, you've been flirting with his girl in front of his eyes all this time, do it a little while longer and I assure you it will be more than a stare."
"I confirm that." Bucky agreed with a darkly ironic look, giving Walker an even darker smile, almost looking like psycho.
John sighed for almost the tenth time in the hour, looking truly defeated. "If you guys joined us, this would be a lot easier for everyone." His blue eyes traveled over the hate-filled faces of the trio of passengers in front of him. "I know it's a complicated subject, but with Falcon, Diamondback, and the Winter Soldier we could― "
You quickly interrupted him in a warning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with anger. "Don't call him that."
"Easy, Walker." Sam spoke at the same time as you did, also looking a little more tense with the name brought into the conversation, gesturing with his hand and pointing at Walker with his index finger warningly.
The aforementioned blinked a few times and then dropped his shoulders, exhaling a great breath of air. His blue eyes fell back on you before he spoke. "I'm trying, sweetheart, I really am― "
"Don't call her that." Bucky snapped this time, annoyed, but John completely ignored him, continuing to look at you in a way that really disgusted you and your lover alike, even Sam got uncomfortable with it, frowning at him.
"I still think you should switch sides here, (Y/N)." You kept quiet, allowing him to keep talking. Maybe you wanted to hear him, maybe you were giving him a chance to say something that would clean up all the garbage he had been saying so far. "I mean, you are an avenger, the last one standing and a very good friend of Steve, you were his partner. The right thing to do now would be for you to be my partner, don't you think?"
You were going to answer something immediately, your trembling lips parting as you felt a strange sensation when hearing the words Steve and avenger in the same sentence, but Bucky, once again, interrupted the conversation, raising his head towards the driver with a clenched jaw. He had enough. You had enough.
"Stop the car!"
Walker rolled his eyes, watching as Bucky stood up as the car came to a stop and moved to the side of the road, his hand entwining with yours, gently pulling you to follow him, knowing full well that all you wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible, just by reading your body language. "You know what? I get it, alright?"
When the blue-eyed super-soldier was on the ground, he turned to look at you, offering his hand to help you down as well, but you turned to Walker, feeling a wave of fury shake your body. "No, you don't get it. You don't understand what this shield means to us, what Steve means to us. You never will, John."
Walker opened his mouth to reply, but you interrupted him with your eyebrows rising ironically. "Oh, I almost forgot."
What immediately came following your words was your fist impacting against his face so fast and hard that not even he saw it coming. He let out a great whine and brought his hand to his nose, feeling how the blood began to come out of the nostrils thanks to, probably, a fracture.
You didn't stop to watch the man whimper and cry down on his seat, as you hurried to get out of the vehicle taking Bucky's hand, who kept a wide smile full of pride on his lips, looking openly satisfied with the situation.
"That's my girl." He murmured against your forehead as his arms pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry you had to listen to all that, doll."
Sam decided to stay with John and his partner for a couple of minutes, to, as his good heart requested, listen to what he had to say, perhaps waiting for an apology. While you and your lover were simply holding each other on the side of the road, already away from the car.
You kissed Bucky's clavicle before separating from him and raising your head to join your gaze with his beautiful blue eyes, which, in the contrast of daylight, shone like never before. His orbs automatically softened once they landed on you. "He's a dick, don't worry about him, love."
"But he really choose to flirt with you in front of me. How bold. Switch sides he said, right?" Bucky's hands rested on your waist, keeping you close to him, as if you were such an idiot to want to get away from the warmth and comfort that his body offered you. "You're not going to leave me, are you, doll?"
You could feel your heart squeeze inside your chest when you saw a hint of insecurity flash in the blue of his eyes. Suddenly, he looked like a little lost puppy.
"Oh, baby, no." You released with an exhale of air, as you stood on tiptoe to level a bit with his height and both of your hands were raised towards his cheeks, lowering his face to you, making him focus only on you. "I'll never leave you, James. You're all I have, all I need. Only you. Some fool with a shield won't be able to keep me away from you, Steve couldn't, and neither will this one." You gave him a short kiss, caressing his face with the greatest delicacy in the world. You raised your eyebrows before speaking again. "And hell, there is a big difference between them."
Bucky gave you a little smile, almost dazzling you at how beautiful he was when he smiled. But after a few seconds that warm smile turned sad and melancholic, just before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body once more, in a strong hug, full of shared emotions.
"Never leave me, baby doll." He whispered against your ear, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head.
"Never." You replied immediately, showing absolutely no doubt.
"You two finished?" Sam's voice brought you both back to reality. Bucky grunted, reluctantly pulling away his face from your neck. Your coworker was looking at you with a single raised eyebrow and when he saw how you finally separated from each other, he crossed his arms. "You know what the rule is, love birds."
"I hate you." The super soldier responded by shooting his co-worker a short, annoyed look.
Sam smirked. "No you don't."
The three of you started walking across the path back home, Bucky intertwining his flesh fingers with yours, keeping you close to him, as always.
"That punch back there was really necessary, though, (Y/N)?" The Falcon asked you, while he walked to your other side. An amused expression as he turned to you.
"It really was." You nodded your head with a big smile on your mouth, giggling shortly, making Sam laugh too with it.
But you and your best friend were surprised all of a sudden at hearing Bucky laughing next to you as well, both of you turning to look at him with raised eyebrows, totally stunned by his open display of emotion.
"My girl is the most badass of all." The super-soldier said after a few seconds of laughing softly, unable to erase the huge smile of pride plastered on his pretty face. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead, as he brought you closer to him. “My girl.”
Sam rolled his eyes at you. "No PDA in front of me, guys. You know te rule, c’mon.”
"Shut up, Sam." You declared this time with a smile, while you put Bucky's flesh arm around your shoulders to be even closer to him, passing your arm around his waist, immediately feeling his natural warmth delightfully invade you.
"I love you, doll." He murmured against the side of your head, his warm breath crashing against your skin.
"I love you too." You mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest.
"That's it, I'm flying."
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+ featuring. atsumu, iwaizumi, osamu, tendou, kita, sakusa, kenma
+ a/n. for those who voted husband!, that'll come soon too, my loves <3 for now take my silly little hcs of my favorite boys as fathers. tbh i find this post so shitty sobs </3
—ATSUMU whines along with his twin boys when they declare they have to get some ice-cream, three pouty faces staring up at you, noses scrunched and eyes wide (sometimes you wonder if you have three kids, instead of two). It's not that he isn't mature (he's a changed man after having kids- well, a little bit at least)- Atsumu just wants his kids to see him as their best friend instead of an authoritative figure.
—IWAIZUMI is protective of his daughter, glaring at any boy who dare approach her (he's made some five year olds cry with that glance of his). He loosens up when you place your hand on his forearm, telling him to calm down- but no one better steal his precious princess away. He's the type of dad who's scared of his kids growing up too fast.
—OSAMU cooks with his sweet girl (or as she prefers to be addressed- his sous-chef), father and daughter looking oddly similar with their matching aprons, brows furrowed and lips parted as both of them stare at the pot eagerly, waiting patiently for its contents to cook. (you're their taste tester, of course). He loves spending time with her- eyes lighting up when she shoves her nose in the air- demanding to experiment with his recipes.
—TENDOU who makes silly faces at his toddler son when in a restaurant, making the boy giggle at his father- it's a sound that never fails to bring a smile to either of your faces. Even so, Tendou can't help but let tears form in his eyes when his boys grabs his pinky finger between breaths, flashing him a toothless grin while letting out a "a lu-uv da-da!"
—KITA who's kids are always well behaved. you're the subject of envy of every parent around, because your kids (although a little blunt at times) always clean up after themselves, sending soft respectful smiles here and there. Shinsuke often lays his hands on their head to express his pride, ruffling their hair gently- and when they grin at him, he knows he'd love them just as much even if they were a bunch of troublesome gremlins.
—SAKUSA can't help but spoil his princess, buying her the newest toys and prettiest clothes- he even takes her shopping with him, her small legs resting on his broad shoulders and arms secured firmly around his neck. a wide grin stretches on his lips under his mask when his daughter happily twirls in her dress, showing it off to her proud dad- he knows he'd do anything for your family.
—KENMA seldom lets you appear in his streams- not that he doesn't like you there, it's just too distracting. but his year old son is always seated on his lap, waving at the camera while Kenma's glance is fixed on the screen, only occasionally shifting downwards to look at his child. A small smile makes its way on his face when his little boy tilts his head at him, eyes big. Kenma ends up wrapping up the stream early, to cuddle with his baby boy- every single time.
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ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. tenjiku boys with a partner who never moans!
ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. izana, kakucho, haruchiyo, ran, rindou, shion, kisaki, hanma, kokonoi.
content + warnings: 18+, including: fingering, squirting, voice kink, dacryphilia, nicknames, breath play, overstimulation, manhandle, orgasm denial, pain play, mention of mindbreak, praise kink & worship, slight degradation, mention of breeding kink, cervix fucking, use of petnames.
note: all the characters mentioned are aged up.
tokyo rev. masterlist.
a/n: yasuhiro & mochi are not included because I just don't like them.
ㅤ໑. IZANA; 黒川 ᵎ
first of all, Izana wants to hear every sound coming out of your mouth, from "Fuck" and "Please" to moaning and panting and whining
so he would be a bit irritated to find that you only let little whimpers escape
Izana wants you to scream at the top of your lungs for him, for his sake, so it would be a competition to see how well he could get beautiful breath-cut moans out of your pretty mouth.
when his hands gripped your hips to keep your body still while his cock fucked you from behind and you felt his tip rub against that particular spongy spot that made your body collapse forward on wobbly legs and your fingers grip the bed sheets and finally your moans being heard by the man with tan skin and white hair, it was almost like a dream to Izana Kurokawa
was he in heaven?
no, but he was making a lil’ angel moan for him.
and just then Izana kept angling his hips to find again that spot inside you that completely crumbled you and over and over again your mouth let the most beautiful, most lewd sounds pour out
his hands went from your hips to neck and soon he was lifting your body so that your back was against his chest and it took him less than five seconds to admire your tears of pleasure streaming down the rim of the eyes in the same way that saliva was falling down the sides of your lips
Izana raised one eyebrow in a faux expression of sympathy mixed with confusion:
❝ Oh, sweetie! Why are you crying, hm? Am I fucking you that good? Don't cry when we both know you're moaning like a slut in heat for me. ❞
ㅤ໑. RAN; 灰谷 ᵎ
Daddy? sorry. daddy? oh, sorry.
Haitani Ran is not an insecure guy, nor is he a short fuse one, so he knows in advance that as soon as he sinks inside your pussy, you're enjoying it
no matter if he is stretching your walls almost to the limit and kissing your cervix almost in a painful way, you are loving it
by the way your body moves in sync with his, chest rises and falls, breaths become shallow and your eyes half-closed as a way for your body to try to contain the intense rush of pleasure coursing through you
and usually Ran assumes a position of faux sympathy dom
which means that if you end up moaning with pleasure, in a moment of surprise he will slow down his thrusts, glue his body to yours as he leans over and stares you in the eye before asking: ❝ Did that hurt? ❞; and it would be just the opposite:
Ran had slammed right up against your G-spot and had made you plunge into an electric wave of pleasure that destabilized all control of your body, so the only response he would get would be something like a mess of drooling, whimpering, moaning and several gasping ❝ R-Ran ❞
❝ Oh, didn't that hurt, sweetheart? ❞, he raised one eyebrow looking down at you once your body was below his with legs widely spread and wrists pinned above your groin by just one hand of his: ❝ Then maybe I should fuck you until it hurts, what do you think? ❞
and your head desperately bobbed in a response positively
Because the only thing that was coming out of your lips was a mess of incoherent sounds combined with several moans as Ran rubbed his dick again and again against your most sensitive inner spot
❝ You're a painslut, aren't you? You get cockdrunk with so little, sweetie~ ❞
ㅤ໑. SHION; 斑目 ᵎ
first of all:
smug jerk, cocky bastard
that's what Shion Madarame is, everybody knows that.
Shion is a smug asshole who likes to know that he is pleasuring you in the right way and the most obvious way in which he can discern that 1. he is not manhandling you too much (because everyone knows he would do it you as much as Kisaki and 2. he is fucking you right is by hearing the beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth
he wouldn't be angry specifically because you minimally moaned even when he had his fingers or cock shoved deep inside your pussy, but rather because this man needs to hear them
both for pleasure and safety
Shion is usually rude and harsh and almost cruel, but he has a heart </3 (sometimes
so he was now too busy giving you overstimulation with his fingers rubbing your clit while his dick was deep inside widening your walls.
seconds before you had said: "S-Shion, can you... can you go faster ple..." and before you could finish making the request, Shion was already complying and moving your body up and down on his cock
which meant that it was much easier for him to reach deeper inside you, but his tip brushed against a specifically sensitive one in such an abrupt way that your whole body collapsed forward and you choked violently before actually moaning for the first time
Shion raised his eyebrows suggestively before he opened a sideways smile; you looking at him embarrassed, small tears pooling around your eyes from the overstimulation and mouth ajar still moaning
❝ Do it again, pretty girl, moan loud enough to wake the neighbors, I want to see you all ruined by the end of it all. ❞
ㅤ໑. KISAKI; 鉄太 ᵎ
hmmmm.... I have conflicting thoughts with this mf here
and they are discrepant
the first thought is: Kisaki can be a soft dom if he tries hard enough
and the second is: he would manhandle you any chance he got, because he sees you as a little angel ready to be wrecked and also a fleshlight for him to fuck until he gets tired
but, in both cases, Kisaki would be as annoyed as Izana when he came to the brief conclusion that you barely moaned and only let little whimpers escape
which means: he would be fucking you from behind with one hand clamped on your chin, forcing you to face him through a mirror in his bedroom
i firmly believe that Kisaki would be denying your orgasm and have told you from the start that you could only cum when you let him hear your beautiful lustful sounds
the rhythm inside you starting to get louder and louder and the pressure deep inside your belly getting tighter and tighter and harder to control your trembling body
and in a stroke of luck he ended up brushing against one of your most sensitive spots and your mouth would open in a small "O" shape with several loud moans escaping
your pussy eventually squirting completely over his cock which at no time stopped coming and going inside you, not even when your liquids began to wet the bed sheets
Kisaki would lean in with fingers squeezing your chin a little harder and watching your watery eyes roll upwards from pleasure
❝ See? I knew you could give me what I wanted like the good girl you are, keep moaning for me, I want you hoarse until I'm done fucking you. ❞
ㅤ໑. RINDOU; 灰谷 ᵎ
* cough * * cough *
hard dom!rindou, idc
he would be completely willing to spend HOURS just fucking you until he could get more than just a whimper out of your lips.
there would already be marks all over your body, from fingers, slaps and bites and Rindou would be fucking you dumb in mating press position with eyes glazed over your face and feeling a little frustrated...
until his dick slams against a specifically more sensitive spot inside you and the situation totally changes
your shoulders suddenly tensing and face frowning as your head falls back and a high moan in the shape of his name comes out of your lips
a wicked smile drawing itself on Rindou's face, his hands holding your legs wide open as you tried to close them
him starting to increase the rhythm inside you, not forgetting the way your face contorted for his sake and the way your sounds resounded
as his cock slammed against your sweet spot again and again and your body moved up and down frantically, the pleasure beginning to cloud your senses and a feeling of overstimulation spreading through your body
your eyes filled with tears as your moans began to get louder and louder, Rindou knew he was going to end up cumming inside you just from watching your pretty face get wet with tears
❝ This is how I like it, you being my breeding slut, keep crying and moaning for me until I fill you completely. ❞
ㅤ໑. KAKUCHO; 筆頭 ᵎ
FIRST OF ALL:
he is a service dom, idc idc
when Kakucho gets into the subject: you, know that he is only out to give pleasure and if he gets pleasure eventually it is just a detail and reward, but the focus remains on you
do you know what this means?
it means that this handsome boy would think that you were holding back your own moans out of shame or something like this
so expect Kakucho Hitto to give 3x more of himself just to listen to your moans, even if your little whimpers were already enough to make his cock twitch in his pants
maybe he would become obsessed with your moans later on like Hanma and Izana
and when his ears finally picked up your beautiful sounds after a slow but deep thrust inside your wet cunnie, Kakucho for a moment got careless with the force of his own movements and ended up going too deep, hitting your cervix and making little pearly tears appear at the corner of your eyes
no saint nor the Devil were able to explain how much this made Kakucho horny, seeing you with a pretty crying face while moaning for him
❝ Keep moaning for me, pretty baby, be a good girl and keep doing this. ❞
ㅤ໑. HANMA; 修二 ᵎ
Hanma would be making you ride him just for the pleasure of watching your tits go up and down as his hips went up against your body going down to never leave you empty without his dick.
and to be honest, unlike Izana, Rindou and Shion, he wouldn't mind so much your moaning little
in fact, he thought it even better since he wouldn't have to stick fingers in your mouth to muffle your sounds and not bother the neighbors who were already a pain in the ass
he thought so.
Hanma thought so until, in an thrust deeper than the others, he reached a sweeter spot inside your cunt
and see you completely undone with body almost falling backwards and your walls squeezing his cock hard
your mouth moaning his name in a slurred manner and his dick twitching at the new pleasurable stimulus
oh, maybe Hanma had a voice kink and didn't know it
but something he was sure he knew was that he wanted to keep listening to your beautiful, angelic moans
so his hands clamped down on your hips, keeping you still, and he began to strain to see you crumble further and further before him
❝ Hanma, I c-can't... can't take... ❞, you would try to speak between groans with your nails digging into his chest
❝ Aww, my pretty girl, you can and you will. Look how well you're taking me, how beautiful your moans are. Now hands on the headboard, I'll fuck you till you cry. ❞
ㅤ໑. KOKONOI; 一 ᵎ
my pretty Kokonoi Hajime~
Koko would be so kind, kissing your whole body with his hands caressing your hips and breasts
unlike everyone else, he would think that you didn't let your moans out because you weren't comfortable enough
so the idea would be to get you totally comfortable, lying against the bed you two share with his cock slowly moving in and out of your cunt.
also, he is so good at worship and praise, so much so that as soon as his dick hit a sweet spot inside you he was talking:
❝ My good girl, taking my so well. ❞
and his phrase was interspersed by a drawn out moan from you and Kokonoi genuinely thought he had heard it wrong, until he moved hips again and reached that point and heard your beautiful, angelic sounds again
your hands desperately reached for his bare chest for balance and back arched with pleasure
you could feel his cock pulsing against your walls every time you moaned loudly, it was fascinating for Koko to finally hear your moans
❝ Do you think you can keep moaning to me, pretty? ❞, Kokonoi would ask with a small smile on his lips as you moved your head positively without relying on your vocal cords to reproduce any sound other than a lewd moan, ❝ Good girl, love you! ❞
ㅤ໑. HARUCHIYO; 三途 ᵎ
this guy here.
breathe in and out.
Sanzu would manhandle you even rougher than Kisaki and Shion combined, making you ride him until your legs were wobbly and hips, aching; your eyes spattered with little tears that made his cock twitch against your walls.
but do you think he would only be using his dick to get the moans out of you that he wanted to hear?
oh no, two of his fingers would also be inside you at the same time, curving upwards occasionally
and the overstimulation making you lose track of even who you were, what you were doing, who you were doing it with
it was almost as if you were his ragdoll, and a smug sideways grin never stopped decorating his lips interspersed with his two scars
Haruchiyo had said in a low, husky tone from the beginning: ❝ I'll only treat you like more than a slutty girl when you let me hear your pretty sounds, understand? ❞
and you had agreed looking at him with glowing orbs of anxiety and anticipation
but honestly, your body was about to indulge in a mind-break that was halfway to occur as soon as his fingers found your G-spot and by a stroke of luck their tips pressed into it
seconds later, the room was filled with a waterfall of loud moans from you
fuck, that's what Haruchiyo wanted
❝ Oh, pretty baby, stop crying... or I will destroy you and your bunnycunt and give you a good reason to be crying. ❞
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coming home horny.
feat: bonten & toman. mikey, ran, koko, sanzu, draken, & mitsuya.
song: pink matter by frank ocean.
expect horny nights from mikey after every gang fight, the adrenaline after matches seem to always make his dick so hard and crave your body.
would surprise you with his presence in your place through placing soft kisses on your neck.
he isn’t really harsh despite hours of battling other gangs, mikey always makes sure that you’d be carefully handled by him.
would fuck you deeply but gently, anywhere or everywhere.
loves when you kiss his bruises and leave hickeys on his neck.
he’ll always kiss the space behind your ears, indicating what’s on his mind.
“are you?” you ask with a subtle laugh, touching his hair as he kisses your neck from behind.
“dunno, baby. am i?”
it rarely happens but when it does, expect that you wouldn’t be able to walk the day after.
draken would just strip your clothes of the moment he enters the door, after you give consent, of course.
loves doing you on the living room’s couch. sometimes, even on the balcony.
“k-ken, someone might see.” whimpers came out of your mouth as he touched your nipples while fucking you from behind.
“i don’t really mind, babe,” he grunts, thrusting onto you with intense strength every second, filling you up deeply. “do you?”
sanzu’s almost always horny, he is so touchy that sometimes you’re getting a little too used to it.
so him, coming home and immediately pinning you against a wall is nothing new for you.
there’d be little words involved, but you know you both want to because of each other’s body languages.
he always makes sure that you cum twice. he loves making you feel so good and clenching around his cock.
“(y/n).” sanzu says one night, coming home clad in his pretty daddy suit.
“welcome home,” you say, pressing your lips against his. “what’s the matter?” noticing the familiar expression on his face, you can’t hell but to ask despite knowing the answer.
“i’m. . . fucking horny.”
this man often comes home earlier than you, god know why and how. he always wait for you in the dining room with prepared food for you two.
but whenever he’s horny, there’d be no food on the table. you’d be his most awaited snack.
you always know that he’s horny because of the mischievous glint in his eyes.
always makes you ride his thigh first, then his dick after you cum.
he loves looking at your pussy as his dick goes in.
“come sit on my lap, princess.” he says one evening, tapping on his thigh as soon as you entered the front door.
no welcome homes needed.
“can’t you wait, ran?” you laugh, removing your shoes and coat, also excited to touch him after a long day of work.
“don’t make me wait.”
no words needed. his hungry kisses will welcome you the moment he comes home from work.
often tastes like cigarettes and makes you intoxicated.
you, responding to his kisses would mean “yes” for him, and he’d accept if you don’t. but often times, you do.
loves fucking you still with clothes on, underwear to the side, one boob hanging from your bra.
always fucks you against kitchen counters and walls, especially mirrors.
“look at yourself,” he growls, grabbing your hair while fucking you as you both stare at your bodies’ reflection. “do you like it? does it feel good?”
“m-mhm, yes. . .”
expect hard and playful spanks from koko. always.
is often too shy to ask you. you’re the one who usually initiates especially upon seeing the hard-on through his slacks.
loves to push his clothed member against your body while kissing you and slowly taking your clothes off.
would push you on the couch so he’d be on top. he likes being on top and seeing your boobs move as he dominates you.
doesn’t skip a mini foreplay even when he’s been horny all day, says that your pussy deserves some loving from his tongue.
“come, kiss me.” you beg, pulling him onto you by grabbing onto his name while he fucks you.
mitsuya’s lips are the softest and the hottest especially with your juices on it.
“tasted yourself? you taste so good, love.”
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pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (MCU)
summary: In which Bucky can’t figure out why he feels so restless when everything is perfect in his life... until he does.
warnings: sex (18+), breeding kink!!! copious amounts of fluff and bucky being an adorable goofball
author’s note: ‘tis finally here!!! first fic on the new blog! also thought i’d do something new with formatting my fics! and once again, i couldn't help with keeping it short n sweet sorry! [wc: ~5k]
MASTERLIST // LIBRARY
Bucky doesn’t know what’s gotten into him lately.
There is this restlessness that keeps bugging him in the back of his mind. Sometimes it doesn’t let him focus on things. Mundane things, really. When he’s brewing the morning coffee. When he’s reading the paper. Or when he’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone.
He’s happy and it’s been years since he’s felt genuine happiness. He’s a free man, free to do what he wants. Free to talk, to walk, to wear whatever he wants. To eat whatever he wants. To feel whatever he wants. To love whoever he wants.
To love you enough and more to marry you and start his little family. He has all of this, he’s at peace. He gets to wake up every morning and is blessed to have the most gorgeous woman sleeping next to him. He gets to make a home with you, memories with you. Share your love for each other in your space, fill it with more love with things you love and care about.
And he has done that.
He’s a stable guy now, he’s got a wife and a home and the most adorable cat.
He can’t complain, he’s got no right to feel this restlessness. God knows, he doesn’t take a thing for granted in his life. Everything he has and everything he wants is right in the palm of his hands.
He should be happy. No, he is happy. He just wants to be… happier? Would it be completely selfish if he wants to be happier?
You’ve always told him, it’s a good colour on him. He’s gorgeous when he’s beaming and all smiles. Like a bright sunny day at the beach, warmth from the ocean water, warmth from the sun gently beating down.
You never fail to tell him that he has every right to be selfish, either. You love to spoil him rotten sometimes. Shower him with compliments, and constantly flirting with him – even though it’s been a whole year you’ve been married, been together for three years before that – not counting five years after the Blip.
Safe to say, he’s going to grow old with you. If science can help him do that, that is.
So why does he feel restless?
His question is answered one day in the most life-changing way.
The two of you were at the vet’s clinic, just a regular check-up for Alpine. She was seated in Bucky’s lap. He refused to get one of those pet carriers when the pet supply store owner urged him to buy one for Alpine. With the way she hissed at the cage, he could tell she didn’t like it.
While waiting for your turn, Bucky kept petting her back. Long, comforting strokes and soft scratches behind her ear, because she tends to get a little nervous during these visits.
The woman before you was called out. She was struggling with her newborn baby in the bassinet, and her dog whining – she looked helpless. While she tried to haul the bassinet and the dog to the doctor’s office – who refused to leave his spot because he didn’t want to go – you got up to help her.
“Let me help you, I can look after your baby while you’re inside.”
Much to her relief, the woman sighed. Your face is trustful enough, a kind smile on your lips.
“Thank you so much, sweetheart!” She said and handed you the bassinet. You told her it’s not a problem and she picked up the dog and went in.
When you came back, you left a seat to place the baby between you and Bucky. You look at your husband and the pure joy on your face lit up his heart. You picked up the baby. She wasn’t crying or throwing a fit, but she was just so adorable and you had to have her in your arms.
You cooed and called her all sweet names, talking to her in a different voice, a tiny one that made him smile on his own. He wondered what it would be like to watch you play with your baby like that.
That sudden thought answered his restlessness. The puzzle was finally completed.
It took him by surprise, though.
Does he want a baby with you? Yes, he’s pretty certain about that. One day he would want a little bundle of joy in his arms. Half like him, half like you.
But does he think he’s ready to be a father?
Are you ready to be a mother?
Yeah, those are the questions to which he doesn’t know the answers to.
But what he does know, is that he wants to have a baby. He just needs to know if you’re on the same page as him.
So Bucky… starts dropping hints.
They’re very subtle, considering he’s a 106-year-old, retired Avenger, determined to know your thoughts on having a baby.
The first one is when he brings home the mail after his daily walk around the block. You’re sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, eating a bowl of fresh watermelon, Alpine lazily draped next to you. Some movie plays in the background. Bucky, very subtly, drops a bunch of envelopes and magazines next to your feet and hands you the hydrangeas he brings you every day.
A sweet smile flashed his way when you smell the lovely flowers. Since you’re very comfortable in your position – and since Bucky doesn’t want to distract you from his plan – he offers to put the flowers in the vase for you.
“Stay here,” he gives your shoulder a little squeeze and takes the flowers from you. “I’ll put these in water.”
A mumbled thanks and you adjust yourself, your feet now under you. And something catches your eye. A parenting magazine lies under the heaps of bills. You shuffle them away with your fingers and grab the thick booklet.
“Mother & Baby,” you mumble, confusion lining your expressions.
All the while, Bucky is peeping at you. Standing at the sink in the kitchen island, the water in the vase is overflowing. He realises that when the cold water trickles down the vase and his hand.
“Shit,” he curses under his breath, closes the tap and throws the excess water. The flowers shoved inside the vase, eyes never leaving you. Licks his bottom lip as a nervous habit and wipes his wet hand on his jeans. Trying to seem busy and nonchalant as he blindly arranges the flowers.
“Bucky?” you call out, eyes never leaving the front cover of the magazine.
The vase nearly slips from his grip, he scrambles up to attention – very nonchalant – and hopes that his voice doesn’t squeak terribly when he answers, “Yes, baby?”
Baby. Did he have to call you that right now?
He could have called you anything, honey, angel, sweetheart. But no, he just had to call you baby.
“I think you got somebody else’s mail by mistake,” you said, placing the magazine back on the table. He walks over to you, “We don’t have a subscription for ‘Mother & Baby’. It might belong to that new couple who moved into 1C. I saw them with a stroller the other day.”
“Oh, huh…” he feigns a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh, I guess I didn’t notice. All the mail was just shoved into the box.” He scoffs as if it’s the mailman’s fault when it was Bucky who stole the magazine from the top of 1C’s box.
“Will you please give it to them?”
“Yeah, of course.” he shrugs and picks it up. Slips into his shoes and as soon as he’s out and shuts the door, he bangs his head on it lightly. “Barnes, you fucking moron.”
The next hint is when Bucky offers to babysit their new neighbours’ baby boy. It was weeks after that magazine debacle. In that time he’d earned the trust of his neighbours enough to let him babysit their kid while the new parents had a date night to themselves. It was a win-win situation. They were thankful and Bucky got a chance to execute his plan.
You were more than happy to help Bucky. In fact, you were elated. As soon as you were introduced to baby Will by your husband, you picked up the chubby kid and kept him with you the whole time. You only let Bucky have him when he needed a change of diaper and clothes for bedtime.
“I guess, I’ll have to do all the nasty work with our baby, too,” he mumbles, struggling to get Will’s clothes on after he finished powdering and diapering his cute little tushie.
“Yes, obviously. We all have our duties. I carry it for nine months and then you take care of it after that.” You shrugged, hands on your hips.
But what Bucky hung onto was the fact that you didn’t oppose the idea of having a baby.
That made him smile, it was a small one. Though it took everything in him to not turn it into a grin. He was happier than before.
Another hint was dropped soon after that, because for some reason you just couldn’t take a hint. And for some reason, Bucky couldn’t grow enough balls to ask you.
“Do you think babies are adorable?” he randomly asks.
Both of you, strolling hand in hand, in a park. Which was filled with new moms with their newborns and toddlers running around. Did he bring you out here on purpose? Yes, yes he did.
“Of course, they’re adorable,” you said, leaning into his warmth, curling your hand around his bicep.
“I like ‘em,” Bucky comments, watching two toddlers running towards each other to meet in a hug. His heart melts at the sight. But nonchalance is still his motto. He truly doesn’t want to scare you off. Although, you’re stuck with him. But that’s beside the point.
“You know what I like?” you ask, your tone low and a bit dangerous. A finger curling around the chain of his necklace where his wedding ring is looped in. Bucky has tried wearing it on his left hand, but it keeps slipping off. And he’s afraid of losing it. Bucky hums in response, a slight furrow of curiosity between his brows. “The baby-making bit of it.”
He full-belly laughs at that. Head thrown back and eyes crinkling at the corners. “I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.”
Laughter aside, Bucky came to his senses when he realised that both of you, in fact, need to go through the baby-making bit of it. Not that he didn’t think about it. He was just so preoccupied with the fact that he wants a child, the sex part had fused with excitement.
But every time you had sex, Bucky was incorrigible, horny, downright insatiable. It drove him insane that he would have to wear a condom for at least a few more days until he gets the courage to tell you what’s on his mind.
But the way he fucked you, he could tell something else would come over him. He felt like an animal in heat. He went hard and fast, was a bit sloppy at times, his cock would ache so much at the impulse control.
He swears, he could combust when he’d think about it. Think about not having to use that useless piece of rubber. Think about feeling your walls stretch around him. Think about nothing separating the two of you anymore. Think about filling you up, until he can’t anymore. Think about his baby growing inside your womb.
If he was being honest with himself, those thoughts were the only ones that helped his undoing every time you had sex.
So the fact that he was keeping it all inside his stupid little, fragile heart, didn’t help him.
God, why couldn’t he just tell you? You’re his wife, his other half, his soulmate. If he wants a baby, the two of you could start having the talk, at least get a headstart on the journey.
He’s pretty sure his emotions would burst out like an explosion. He’s taken back to the time when he was desperately and hopelessly in love with you, all those years back. When he met you in your restaurant, demanding the waiter to arrange a meeting with the chef because he wanted to give his compliments. You didn’t do that sort of thing at that time.
Now he thinks it would be a great meet-cute story to tell his kids. But how will he have them if he couldn’t tell you?
Just a few more days, and he’ll tell you. In those days Bucky conducts a little research. Google is his best option since he will not go to his friends to seek advice. Sam will only laugh in his face and Yori would start telling stories from his time – the old man could get a little explicit at times. Bucky could not live that nightmare again.
So in a world where people mostly searched, ‘My wife is pregnant, what do I do?’ Bucky searched things like, ‘How to get my wife pregnant?’, ‘How to get pregnant fast?’, ‘What are the best sex positions for assured pregnancy?’, stuff like that. He learned about the ovulation cycle. Learned how to record menstrual cycle frequency. Like any good husband would do.
Not that you will, but if you were to get a whiff of his search history, he would be mortified.
He knows there’s a fifty-fifty chance that your opinions on this baby matter could clash. But having absolute knowledge about this stuff is always good, right?
Bucky groans at the thought. He hopes there are no clashes in opinions. He drops his phone on his chest, heaving a sigh. The sunlight streams through the white cotton blinds as the wind gently blows them away. It’s been ten minutes since he’s been up. You’re already out of bed, probably cooking something. It’s Sunday, you like to take your time to make a big breakfast.
He finally gets up, padding over to the bathroom, splashes water on his face to wake his sleepy eyes. He notices that they’re out of toothpaste. Sighing, he checks the cupboard to get a new tube. While he was at it, he also noticed the box of condoms, which they’re almost running out of, too.
“This is a sign, Barnes.” he preps himself, huffing, “Man up and tell your wife you want a baby.” he nods to his reflection and brushes his teeth.
Bucky follows the smell of fresh waffles and berries and coffee, sweet maple syrup. Bacon and scrambled eggs.
But what really brings out his hunger is the sight in front of him when he enters the kitchen. You, standing at the counter, nursing a cup of coffee, dressed in his black button-up. Looking otherworldly, as always in his clothes. Always a pretty sight, always sexy. Always his.
The outline of your chest accentuated by the light material of the cloth. It leaves nothing hidden to his imagination. And boy, it’s running wild. Sweatpants hanging low, he feels himself twitch underneath the worn-out fabric.
Like a siren, you pull him in, and once he's standing behind you, he gives your waist a soft squeeze and your temple a loving kiss. Breathing in your sweet scent, combined with a hint of sweat and the activities that went down the night before. Hey, it was date night and you were wearing that particular dress he loves on you so much.
“G’morning,” Comes his sleep-tired greeting, thick with lack of use, but loving nonetheless. His mouth pressing on the area where your neck meets your shoulder, kissing languidly, running his tongue after he leaves a small nip.
Your reply comes in the form of a light giggle, the shoulder curling up against his honey kisses. “Morning… don’t tell me you haven’t had your fill yet?”
“With you?” More kisses to your neck, “Never.”
Soon his hands start to explore, pulling and squeezing wherever he finds soft skin. A little pinch your nipples, a harsh squeeze to your waist, deft fingers rubbing over your heat, slowly soaking your panties. You quiver, place the cup on the counter, afraid it will slip. His other hand massaging your relaxed shoulder. Lips as sweet as they are, keep pressing heated kisses along your neck and jaw.
“Bucky, we gotta at least get through breakfast… Please – oh,” A heavy sigh parts your lips when he nips at the pulse under the tender skin of your neck.
He can’t tell if you’re pleading him to go on or stop.
“Cheesy as it may sound, you are my breakfast, baby.” he cheekily says into your neck, hips pressed to your ass. His palm, large and callous runs under his shirt, pressing against your belly. That insane rush of electricity zipping down to his dick and he’s fully hard in seconds. Rutting against your ass once again.
The hand on your abdomen only seems to drive his brain towards the possibilities, and before he could gauge his words, he’s speaking, breath hot and clouding with lust when he says, “I wanna have a baby, honey.”
The way your body tensed before his own doesn’t go unnoticed by him. With a hand on your waist, he turns you around, cupping your cheek. Plush lips brushing against your own, reeling you into his touch.
“Let’s make a baby, sweetheart.” His voice is a husky drawl of a request.
And you’re astounded, “Bucky –”
“I know this is sudden for you.” he reasons, “But I’ve been thinking about it for a month now. And it’s killing me, not being able to tell you. We don’t need to do anything right now. I’m just –” he breathes hard, nose flaring, “God, the thought alone makes me so hard.”
A shuddered breath rattles out of your lungs, your bite your lip, but he pries it out with a gentle swipe of his thumb.
“Let me just fuck you right now. We can talk later. Just please, let me –”
“Okay,” you nod, fingers run through the short hair on his nape, the other hand fisting his shirt.
“Okay to what?” he stops to take a look at you, hand on your chin to make you look into his eyes.
“Let’s make a baby,” you kiss his lips once. But that just changes the entire course of this morning. A peck on his lips won’t cut it.
A sort of a growl leaves his lips, wetting his bottom lip, blunt nails holding you in a bruising grip as he turns you around once again. He rips your panties off your legs, using his foot to discard them once they reach your ankles. A nudge to your legs to part them and you brace yourself, a tight grip on the edge of the counter, anticipating his next move. Because, right now, you can tell he’s not the same Bucky anymore. Your affirmation on his request turned something entirely different in his brain – maybe he even short-circuited.
With a simple tug at the lapels of the shirt you’re wearing, he rips it open, the buttons falling on the granite countertops with a clattering sound. You’re bare before him in seconds, breathless before he even had a chance to touch you properly. A sweet whine parting from your lips when he squeezes your ass, his touch rougher than usual, spreads your cheeks and then –
“Oh, my God, Bucky –” he’s slipping his fingers inside you, collecting the wetness, holding your waist in a bruising grip. You roll your hips, trying to seek more of his touch. Your head feels heavy from the impact his words and his touch have on you.
You’re unbelievably wet, seeping down your thighs, down his fingers. Soaking him and still unable to stop yourself. His blood pumps a little harder in his chest, in his veins, breaths growing shallow with each passing of his fingers inside your tight, wet heat. Your legs start to shake after a particular thrust, unable to hold yourself up, crying out with tears burning behind your eyes.
You’re right there on the edge when his thumb stops circling and his fingers leave you empty.
“Why’d you stop?” you pant.
“I need to be inside you,” he groans, quickly taking off his shirt and sweatpants. His cock slaps wetly against his abdomen, twitching painfully when he touches himself. A few strokes, languid pulls that have his knees buckling, his hand joins next to yours on the counter and he lines himself along with your heat, “You sure you don’t wanna talk about this first?”
He can’t help but ask you, giving you an out before anything happens. He’s not sure why because he’s only wanted this for so long.
“Oh, Jesus – fuck, Bucky!” you pant, “Just fuck a baby into me already!”
The way he whimpers at your plea, desperate and frustrated, it’s hard not to comply with you, he slips right into you. He’s not met with much resistance, you’re impossibly wet and he’s sliding home in one long thrust. And the stunted breath that rags out of his mouth at the feeling of your walls clenching around his bare cock for the first time, it nearly sends him reeling.
Forehead on your shoulder, breathe hot on your back, Bucky holds off on fucking you right away. He can’t wrap his head around this feeling.
God, he needs a second.
“I can feel just how wet you are,” he whines, “Remind me, why did we ever use condoms?”
“The hell, if I knew,” you reply with a huffed chuckle.
“This has never felt so fuckin’ good,” he moans, starts moving, sliding out of you, leaving you almost empty before he’s rocking hard, back in. It’s enough to force the breath right out of your lungs.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you like this? With my bare cock inside you – Ah, shit.”
“Believe me, I have,” you’re surprised you could get the words out through your gasps.
This… new version of sex, where he can feel every soft glide of your walls, where you feel every smooth, hard ridge of his cock, drives you both insane.
Only makes him move faster, makes you spasm around him quicker. Your broken moans spur him on. He pulls you flat against his chest, his vibranium arm cool across your blazing torso, holding your body close to his as he picks up his pace.
It’s all primal. His instincts, animalistic. The only goal in his mind to fill you up full of him. His right hand travels down to your belly once again, feeling the outline of his cock moving inside you. Turns him on beyond his imagination. And he can’t wait to see you get round and big, to watch your breasts grow heavier, larger. He remembers reading they get sensitive, he wonders if you’ll come with just a touch of his hands, with just a swipe of his tongue when you reach that stage.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me once again,” he breathes out, fingers inch down to where he disappears inside you, again and again, collecting the wetness that trickles down your thighs only to help him circle your nub.
“I want this, Bucky. I wanna have your baby, oh please –” you writhe against him, push your ass back into his hips, your back arching away, cool vibranium fingers toy with your nipples.
“You have any idea the research I did for this?” he chuckles, helplessly, grinding into you, more so than thrusting, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot, deliciously, repeatedly once he finds that angle. “All the positions we could try out to get you pregnant? Just thinking of all the ways I could fuck a baby insida’ you. Drove me nuts, honey.”
“Bucky –” Your walls grip him tighter, and he almost stutters to a stops.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Shit, squeezing me like a vice, sweetheart.” You nod and at this point, you’re wailing. The only way to muffle yourself is when you turn your head, a hand at the back of his neck to guide him closer for a kiss. Your tongue laves at his, and he tries to keep up with his thrusts but they’re getting sloppy with the way you suck on his bottom lip.
A final push and a splurge of white-hot intensity distributes itself all over your body, starting from your belly, reaching up to your chest as it swells up, flushed. And he’s coming too, balls pulled up tightly, he grows painfully hard inside you right before he releases. Breath hot and heavy, sweaty chest shivering with the aftershocks.
“I wanna go again,” he says, panting, noses at the underside of your jaw. You turn around to face him, eyes wide, still trying to catch your breath.
“Really?” you croak out.
But he gives you that smirk, it turns your insides to mush, “What? Are you tired?”
“I’m not a super-soldier with an insane sex drive, baby. I might need a minute, though. I’m not sure if I can even hold myself up.” you huff out, resting your head on his shoulder, grateful for his arms around your body as it sags against his.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Bucky says before pulling out. He turns you around and picks you up before even a drop of his come can seep out of you. A yelp tumbling out of your lips as he hangs you over his left shoulder, your arms finding purchase on his body, though you know he’ll never drop you.
“Bucky! Put me down!” you squeal, all the blood rushing your brain for a second. His vibranium palm is secured around your legs, the other hand kneads your ass, as he walks down the hallway to your bedroom.
“Nope!” His answer is punctuated with a sharp spank on your ass.
He carefully settles you on the bed, body sinking into the soft mattress. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch him crawl up the bed on his knees. He stalks you like a predator, eyes hungry and dark, brimming with pure, unadulterated lust.
Your legs widen on their own, his hands rest on your knees as he settles between your thighs. That’s when you start to feel a sort of warmth trickle down your weeping cunt, but Bucky is quick to catch it.
“Not a chance in hell,” Two of his fingers gather the hot trail right before it soaks the sheets, he shakes his head, pushes it back where it came from. And oh, your head falls back, as a languid moan escapes your lips, you can’t help it. You can’t keep looking at the way he stares at you down there. Ready to devour you without a single breather.
He’s hard and sleek and glistening. Bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he curls his hand around his girth. Releases a shaky breath when his thumb grazes over the tip. He’s a throbbing, pathetic mess above you. Unable to control this insatiable appetite for sex that suddenly came over him. It’s surprising, but what else would you expect from a freaking super-soldier all set to breed you?
He slides himself between your folds, once, twice, a third time only to watch your writhe against the sheets. Hands caressing your curves, your breasts, tugging and squeezing. Legs somehow spreading wider.
“One more time and we’re done for today, yeah?” he asks, eyes finding yours, “I wanna try this one position I saw this morning.”
“Is that what got you all worked up?” you chuckle, “As long as you’re doing all the work.”
“Gladly,” he mumbles, and the slide is easy, and the moans that slip out of those plush pink lips, easier, softer. It’s so filthy – the wet, squelching sounds that now accompany your sweet love-making. Bucky leans down to be closer to you, a gentle hand cupping his scruffy cheek to guide him for a kiss as he sinks right in until there’s no room left.
Noses brushing, heads tilting, mouths divulging for deeper kisses, wet and warm and sloppy as he begins to move. He’s gentle this time, threading your fingers through his own next to your wild hair laid out on the pillow. His wedding ring lands on your sternum, right above your beating heart.
The overwhelming feeling from before, the primal instinct that had taken over him had settled down… for now. He just wants to make love to you, in your bed, create life inside you, for both of you.
He’s desperate, light-headed from all the blood rushing south. Even though you’ve done this countless times, you’ve never seen him like this. It turns you on beyond your imagination. How his hunger turned into anguish. How he’s the one that has turned into a pleading, whimpering mess.
You kiss him until he eases into your touch, delicate fingers running all over his hot skin, over the ridges of the muscles on his back, smooth and rippling. Over his erratically beating heart that you help calm down a bit. Tongue seeking out his own, to make him focus on this one feeling at a time. And he kisses you back, for what feels like an eternity.
When the need for air arises, he pulls away but presses his forehead against yours. Breaths mingling, hot and damp. Then he adjusts himself, in a way where he’s slipping inside you even more. Your calves are brought to be placed on his sturdy shoulders, secured there by his arms bracketing the outside of your thighs. It’s a good stretch, comfortable in a way that makes you purr like a kitten.
And then he begins his move once again, hips undulating, rolling deliciously, lazily. The sweet symphony of your love-making soon fills the room. Both of you moaning, panting, the sounds softer than before. He kisses you some more, pouring all his love, all his affection into this simple act because he cannot express it any other way. This right here, your cocoon of love and warmth, desire and lust is all you want, all you need.
He whispers sweet nothings, he calls you sweet names, he tells you how he cannot wait to start a family with you. How completely and hopelessly in love with you he is, and how it’s the only thing that helps him get up every morning. You, your love, the warmth that your offer him.
His lips catch a tear the dares to roll down the side of your face, tasting the saltiness. Legs giving out, slipping down his shoulders but he doesn’t stop moving.
Not when you’re both so close, not when your hand travels down to claw at his back, grounding him into you, not when you’re grinding yourself against him, and definitely not when you beg him not to stop.
Your soft hand around his sweaty neck urges him to look into your eyes. And he’s helpless when you whisper, “Come inside me.”
“Jesus, sweetheart –” He feels that tingling at the base of his spine.
“I want it, please, Bucky.” God, you don’t have to plead. Chest rubbing against chest, sweat sticking and fusing your bodies as one, hearts beating as one. Toppling over together.
“Oh, fuck me,” he all but whimpers, hips stuttering to an abrupt halt as he spills into you.
He stills once it’s all over. Those glazed, coral blue eyes gazing over your features. Lips pressing over the delicate frown between your brows, to ease it, to calm you. More kisses follow, on your eyelids, on your cheekbones, down your jaw and neck, and your clavicle, and finally a lazy one to your lips. You brush away the dampened hair that fall on his forehead, kissing him just as fervently.
“I love you,” he beats you by a fraction of a second because you utter the same three words right after him. A bite of your lip to stop the laughter from pouring out. The dimpled smile you give him clutches at his heartstrings. His chest swells impossibly large and he’s never been more in love with you.
“I hope this works,” you mumble, your knuckles gently brush over the top of his cheekbone. Eyes on his, soft and loving.
“It will,” He assures you, with a sweet kiss placed over the golden band of your wedding ring.
“If it doesn’t, we have all the time in the world to try more.”
“Hmm,” He grins, “Let’s hope we can try all the positions before we get pregnant.”
“But we can get pregnant and still have sex in those positions.”
“No, I wanna see which one worked for us.”
You laugh, “Why does it matter?”
“You never ask a man why the position matters.” He states it as it is. A stern but playful pout on his lips.
“That makes no sense.”
“We’re just gonna have to agree to disagree, sweetheart.”
i hope you enjoyed reading! as always feedback is greatly appreciated! :)
(a little part ii)
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pairing: miya atsumu, miya osamu x f!reader
summary: there’s a fuzzy feeling in your stomach when they choose you to taste the new onigiri flavor for the restaurant, but little did you know...
genre: smut, mafia au
warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, yandere themes, somnophilia, drugging (they give you an aphrodisiac), dacryphilia, bastard and sleazy miya twins, objectification, multiple orgasms, threesome (no brother action), slight bondage, corruption, praise, degradation, pussy slaps, spanking, hair-pulling, fingering, nipple play, spitting, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, squirting, double penetration, anal, creampie
word count: 4.7k
author's note: for @iwas-baby crime and punishment collab! thanks for letting me join! pls i was heating up while writing this . (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub
no beta we fall like heroes <33
the background laughter and conversations amidst the soft music playing through the speakers are probably some of the things you loved about onigiri miya.
the food is amazing, the atmosphere is calming (despite the occasional group of rowdy youths that grab a bite) and because it’s a family-owned restaurant, everyone is so friendly, even towards newcomers like you.
of course, it doesn’t hurt that the owner is a sight for sore eyes. grey-haired with brown roots, coupled with even darker grey eyes and a muscled frame hidden underneath his black long-sleeved uniform—it’s no wonder that you and the rest keep coming back.
he introduced himself to you as miya osamu, accompanied with a crooked smile that had you weak in the knees.
“may i interest you with one of our specials? it’s on the house,” he had said, causing you to gasp and fumble with your hands, frantically replying “no! um, it’s alright, i’ll pay!”
osamu just laughed and shushed you, not minding your shocked expression. he insisted, and you would have argued with him further had he not winked at you slyly.
you’re a sucker for guys like him and it’s proven with the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered like crazy.
since then, you’d been forgoing your packed bentos in favor of visiting your new favorite restaurant every lunch break. your cheeks burned in embarrassment when you realized that you just have a tiny crush on the handsome owner.
it went on like that for weeks, skirting around each other, sending flirty smiles and gazes, cracking jokes, and sharing little anecdotes of your life in the hopes that the other would finally make a move.
it’s your routine with osamu until it got disrupted when you finally met his brother and their...who was it? old friend?
osamu never really gave much away from his private life. he was very tight-lipped about it, but you guessed that he was just really a private person.
maybe if you had prodded further, things would’ve turned out differently.
“sweetheart! right on time, want ya to meet my scrub of a brother and uh, our very dear friend.”
it’s the first thing you hear when you open the doors into the restaurant, and your eyebrow quirks in confusion when you realize that it’s empty. funny, you didn’t see any ‘closed’ sign on the glass doors...
the pet name didn't go unnoticed, however, it never does, and osamu loves it when your cheeks flame in response to his teasing.
your attention is taken by his brother—you learned that his name is atsumu—when he bristles and frowns at osamu’s insult, immediately punching him in the arm.
“oi ‘samu! why’re ya calling me a scrub in front of the pretty lady?!”
you duck your head at his compliment, giggling at their brotherly antics when their quiet friend makes his presence known.
his hair is like osamu’s, but a couple of shades lighter and he regards you with a small smile as he raises his head in approval. you notice a dark shape protruding from his neck, is that a tattoo?
“kita, at your service,” the shorter man says, bowing his head in greeting as he keeps his clasped hands behind his back.
atsumu interrupts kita by taking your hand in his much larger and calloused one and drops a kiss on your knuckles. he’s definitely the more shameless twin.
it’s uncanny how he and osamu share the same face; the only way you can tell them apart is by their eyes and hair—atsumu’s eyes are warmer, more on the chocolate side and his hair is ash blonde and brown at the roots.
“ya already know my name, pretty,” he winks, smirking when an embarrassed expression crosses your face.
“stop harassing her, tsumu!” osamu scowls, pulling you from atsumu, cause your back to crash against his warm and firm chest.
kita watches the spectacle with thinly veiled amusement before clearing his throat and making the twins stand up straight.
somehow during their bickering, the twins sandwiched you, leaving a small amount of space in between that has your blood racing with how close and warm they feel.
“before i was so rudely interrupted by my brother, i was gonna ask if ya don’t mind tastin’ this new flavor me and kita came up with?”
osamu says in his deep voice, his large hands resting on your hips as his thumb draws slow circles on your covered skin.
“m-me? to what do i owe the pleasure?” you ask, clearly shocked at osamu’s statement. you totally miss the way atsumu’s eyes flash when you say pleasure.
“you’re a beloved patron of onigiri miya, so we want to run it by you first. besides, osamu values your opinion.”
kita finishes, and while your brain deduces that this is probably the reason the restaurant went under an impromptu closing, you feel someone discreetly sniffing your hair. you don’t have time to question it because the loud blonde pipes in.
“i value your opinion too! i know we just met but i can see why samu’s so smitten with ya,” atsumu reveals, and his brother quickly swears and punches him in the chest.
your heart swells at the idea that maybe your affections are returned; the other miya is quickly growing on you too, he’s different from his brother but it’s a good kind of different.
kita watches from the sides, silently appraising osamu’s—and by connection, atsumu’s—newest toy. you’re a pretty little thing, it’s no wonder that osamu has been so taken with you—so taken that he’s been neglecting his other duties.
such as testing the new party drugs their clan has been brewing at the basement of their compound.
like the dynamic of most twins, atsumu quickly catches on to his brother’s newest obsession; it’s why he couldn’t waste the opportunity of seeing you in the flesh and he definitely likes what he sees, you’re such a cute girl.
like osamu, he’s already had multiple fantasies of you ever since his brother showed him a picture of you sleeping. your pretty face would look so nice moaning in ecstasy and your luscious lips would look divine wrapped around his thick cock.
atsumu guesses that maybe you might need a bit of an enhancer so to speak, something to encourage you to let him and his brother have their way with you.
their lucky stars must be shining down on them because kita needs a dry run of the product, and it just so happens that the drug amplify the user’s sex drive.
so why not kill two birds with one stone?
“c’mon, i hear samu’s new onigiri flavor tastes amazing,” atsumu says, chuckling to himself as if he knows something you don’t.
osamu plants a small kiss on the crown of your head, shocking you and making you squeak. but he just smiles at you, grey eyes twinkling with mischief as he guides you by the arm towards the kitchen of his restaurant.
you miss the way he nods to kita as the older man nods back, placing his hands in his pockets before he strides towards the doors and into a waiting black car by the sidewalk.
“...she’s so fuckin’ wet, samu.”
“‘course she is. our pretty baby is a fuckin’ whore for us, ain’t she?”
their voices are a bit muffled, but you can definitely make out what they’re saying, as opposed to when you were streaming in and out of consciousness previously.
but this time, you’re finally torn from your fitful sleep because your body feels like it’s being kissed by fire.
you try to wipe your eyes to clear out the fogginess and stray tears but quickly discover that you can’t even move your hands.
“look at her buckin’ her hips against your mouth while she’s half conscious.”
that’s osamu’s voice, isn’t it? and what is he—?
“f-fuck!” you shriek, your chest heaving when you feel someone suckle your puffy clit harshly into their mouth. your body is slick with sweat, clinging to the soft and silken sheets beneath you.
you find out that the person responsible is atsumu, and the said miya is between your trembling legs, blonde hair in disarray as his tongue licks and sucks on your aching clit.
atsumu catches your eye and winks, lifting his head to blow you a kiss before returning to the task at hand. (more like at mouth.)
“finally, you’re awake, sleepyhead. didn’t expect that the drug would knock you out like that,” osamu says, more to himself than you as he sits on his haunches.
he palms your breast and his fingers give a quick pinch to your nipple, causing you to moan and buck your hips against his brother’s face. atsumu groans at your movement, and the vibrations send a shiver down your spine.
“w-what did you do to me, o-osamu?” you question him with tears in your eyes. the tears are from the pain of how hot and tingly your body feels, rather than the absolutely fucked up situation you’re slowly starting to realize you’re in.
you wail when you feel atsumu’s tongue bury inside of you, and your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure of it all. your thighs threaten to close around the blonde’s head but his strength overpowers you.
his arms wrap around your thigh, preventing you from suffocating him as he bobs his head in a fashion that has your pussy gushing even more, causing you to gasp and moan his name brokenly.
was this the work of the drug? the fire you’re feeling in your veins and belly?
osamu tuts, displeased by how his twin brother is monopolizing your attention. he holds your chin with one hand so you can face him, while the other slowly strokes his leaking cock.
your eyes widen at his size, but you can’t help but become even more aroused at the length and girth that osamu’s carrying. it even looks more enticing when you realize that his entire left arm, as well as his shoulder, is covered with a myriad of tattoos that are all intertwined.
just who the hell are these people?
“kita-san wanted us to test out the new product. he’ll be damn well pleased to know it’s working.”
“p-product? what the hell—”
“shh, pretty girl. that’s enough talkin’. won’t you let me fuck your mouth, hmm?” osamu cuts you off by slipping his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as you struggle in your bonds.
your struggle is futile, the twins know it—you know it.
because with the way atsumu is practically making out with your pussy and combined with osamu’s saccharine words, your resolve is slowly crumbling.
it doesn’t help that the drug is finally showing its desired effects. the aphrodisiac in the onigiri osamu fed you is spreading through your bloodstream and increasing your sex drive, making you hornier and needier than you would normally be.
osamu knows it as well. a smirk graces his handsome face when he sees the pupils in your eyes practically disappear. you’re a hot mess; loud and needy whines erupt from your mouth, muffled by his thumb.
your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breathing picking up as your hips move on their own accord. you’re riding his brother’s face and atsumu groans, slapping your thighs to show his approval.
“tsumu’s happily eatin’ your cunt, won’t you suck my cock? please?” osamu pleads, his grey eyes feigning hurt at your ignorance of his problem.
you nod vigorously as you whimper. you want, no, you need more. you need to be filled.
“open up, baby,” osamu orders as he removes his thumb, groaning when he sees a string of spit connecting his finger to your mouth. you whine when he guides his cock to you, smearing his pre-cum as he taps the tip of his cock on your cheek.
you squeak when atsumu’s teeth graze your clit, then moan long and hard when he soothes the little bite with his tongue, sucking the bud into his mouth. osamu seizes the opportunity and deftly slips his cock between your lips, and you can’t help but whine when his girth stretches your lips to the point where it aches.
osamu shivers when the vibrations from your moan go straight to his cock. he barely gives you a few moments to prepare yourself before his fingers tug at your hair and shoves his entire length in your mouth.
your squeal gets muffled, gagging as tears spring into your eyes at the sudden intrusion. but you find it so arousing that your mouth is being used as a cocksleeve. your arms struggle against the silk cloth tied around your wrists but not because you want to push the twins away.
rather, you want to run your shaking hand down osamu’s abs, and through atsumu’s soft blonde strands. you just want to touch them like how they’re touching you.
osamu moans when his cock reaches the back of your throat, his other arm holding the headboard as he pulls his hips back to thrust into your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens as he controls the movements of your head, his lips parting as he watches the tears mix with the drool that’s seeping from your mouth.
you’re making an even bigger mess of his cock and you can’t control your cries of pleasure either—though it’s all garbled—because atsumu pushes your legs up to your chest, holding your thighs as the folds of your pussy squeeze together.
from what you can gather through the mess of limbs and your blurry vision, atsumu’s right arm is moving rapidly with his hand wrapped around his cock as he jerks off with a speed equal to osamu’s thrusts in your mouth.
another notable thing about his arm is that it seems like it’s parallel to osamu’s tattoos; the entire sleeve, along with his shoulder as well, are covered with the black ink but your thought gets derailed quickly by the fact that atsumu is a savage pussy eater, uncaring of the sounds or mess he’s making.
whatever they’re doing, it doesn’t change the fact that both twins are on a mission; one’s determined to take pleasure from you and the other one is determined to make you cum all over his mouth.
“fuck yeah, that’s a good slut, letting me fuck her mouth,” osamu hisses as the headboard creaks beneath his tight grip. his grey eyes flutter as you choke and gag all over his dick, his fingers tightening in your hair as the vibrations from your mouth increase in intensity.
his abs clench and balls tighten from his incoming orgasm, eyebrows furrowing when his twin gets even louder and messier where he’s eating your slutty cunt. there’s practically a puddle where atsumu’s eating you and your slick is smeared across the back of your thighs and crevice of your ass.
eyes even blurrier through the cascading tears, it seems like your body is only getting hotter the nearer you get to your orgasm. your clit is throbbing and painful from atsumu’s ministrations, your lower stomach tightening until the spring threatens to snap.
osamu’s cock thrusting in your mouth feels so good too, you feel like you’re about to burst with all the pleasure you’re feeling—just a few more thrusts, a few more slurps, and suckling—
“fuck i’m gonna cum!” osamu groans, cutting your train of thought as you feel atsumu’s moan rumble against your pussy. all three of you cum together, the cries of your pleasure bouncing against the walls of the room as your body stiffens then shakes as the fire in your veins stretch throughout your sweaty form.
“fuckin’ shit, yeah take my cum baby, that’s a good slut, c’mon swallow it.” osamu says through gritted teeth, jaw clenching as he empties his load down your throat. there’s so much cum that it spills around the sides of your lips, leaving a white ring around his cock as tears stream down your face.
atsumu’s too busy smearing his release all over your throbbing pussy, spreading the white strings between your folds and teasing your clit with his continuously leaking tip as he lets out a couple of groaned expletives.
“want me to paint your face with my cum?”
your eyes flutter at osamu’s question, the grey-haired twin getting an idea as he watches his brother make his mark on you with his leaking cock. your shiny eyes look pathetic, wide, and pleading to get branded by osamu’s cum. he moans at how slutty and needy you look, pulling his still hard cock out of your overused mouth.
he bites his lower lip as he presses the tip of his dick on your face, watching intently as droplets of white mark your sweaty cheek. fuck, if this isn’t an explicit sign that he, and begrudgingly his brother, have ownership over you, then he doesn’t know what is.
“fuckin’ slutty bitch, wish you could see how messy your face is.” atsumu croons, brown eyes watching with glee as his brother smears his cum over your pretty face.
“shit, haven’t jerked off like that since i was a teenager,” atsumu quips to himself as he winces at how sensitive his cock feels. his balls are still so heavy, the only way he’ll feel satisfied is if he empties himself inside your cunt.
“you got a real good pussy on ya, princess.”
you whine, jerking against your bonds when atsumu slaps your hypersensitive pussy, whimpering pathetically as more slick gushes out of you. you can’t control the way your hips involuntarily roll against the air, searching for something to fill you up with. your body is still burning from the aphrodisiac and even though atsumu is talented with his mouth—you need more.
“look at her samu, still horny as fuck. want your other holes to be filled that badly, huh?” atsumu teases, giving your pussy a few more slaps. the bed sinks underneath his weight, brown eyes piercing through you. “good thing me and samu are good guys. don’t worry, you’ll get your cocks, sweetheart.”
the twins move quickly; you squeak when your wrists fall to your stomach, immediately realizing how sore your arms feel from being held up for so long. osamu’s holding a shiny knife, clearly having freed from the silk cloth.
he returns it to the drawer while atsumu makes himself comfortable against the headboard, mirroring your position as he pulls you on top of him, your palms finding purchase on his warm and defined chest.
he observes the dried cum on your face with interest as his tattooed arm makes its way between your legs. two of his fingers prod and play with your pussy before he inserts them inside, causing you to whine and instinctively ride his fingers.
atsumu clicks his tongue in disapproval as he holds you still while osamu takes his place behind you. osamu pushes your lower back none too gently, further deepening your arch as your body trembles from flames of unadulterated desire.
osamu spreads your cheeks, loudly spitting on your asshole. the wetness on your puckered hole makes you squeal and squirm as his fingers spread the globule of spit around the tight ring of muscle.
“have you ever had your ass fucked before?” he asks but doesn’t wait for you to answer because his fingers circle the rim of your ass, smirking when your back arches even more. atsumu probably curled his fingers inside of you, miffed at the way osamu captured your attention.
osamu’s question hangs in the air, you have never had your ass fucked, and usually, the apprehension of partaking in something foreign would weigh you down, but then again, that’s what the drug is for—removing one’s inhibitions, to formally speak.
the brothers stimulate your holes with their thick and skilled fingers, their mouths spewing filthy words as they watch you take them, causing your cheeks to burn. your nails scratch along atsumu’s chest, grunting when osamu inserts his index finger in your ass down to the knuckle.
the tip of his tongue rests on his lower lip as he swirls his finger inside your ass, stretching you out so you can take his cock. he spits again before his middle finger stretches you further. your head is hung low as you slowly move your hips along the rhythm of their fingers, gasping when the twins probe at an extra sensitive spot.
osamu removes his fingers from your stretched hole while atsumu continues to torture you, his other hand holding your chin as he pulls your face towards his. he captures your lips with his own, not caring about the taste of his twin’s cock lingering in your mouth.
you moan against atsumu’s lips when osamu taps his heavy cock on your ass—as if he’s saying hello—before the tip nudges your hole. red streaks from your nails cover atsumu’s pecs as osamu’s dick splits your ass open.
“your ass looks so pretty stretched around my cock—fuck, you’re so tight,” osamu hisses when he bottoms out, prompting atsumu to remove his fingers from you as he sucks and nibble away at your bottom lip. one of his hands squeezes your waist as he guides his cock to your pussy.
atsumu slowly brings you down on his lap, causing all three of you to cry out in pleasure. the skin separating them is thin and they’re both so thick that they can feel the weight of each other’s cock. both of them are cursing while you’re just there, cross-eyed and drool freely dropping from your mouth as your body trembles from practically being split in half.
atsumu bottoms out and the two brothers groan, your name mixing with a couple more colorful expletives. they take one long deep breath before osamu pulls out, only leaving the tip inside. he goes back deep in your ass with one hard thrust, your whimper turning into a scream as your body jolts forward.
atsumu takes that as his cue to mirror his brother’s actions and soon they fall into a near-perfect rhythm that only twins can do. osamu’s large hands are holding your hips so hard, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your skin. atsumu, on the other hand, is slapping your ass so hard that there are imprints of his palm on your jiggling skin.
just like the twins’ rugged and edgy looks, they fuck you rough and fast, greatly encouraged by your loud and pathetic cries as they take turns ruining your holes.
“this good enough for you, whore?” osamu hisses in your ear, hips thrusting wildly as he pulls your body back and forth on his cock.
“both your holes will be overflowing with our cum, ain’t that what ya wanted?” atsumu teases you, groaning when you tighten around him. the smacks of his hand on your ass mix with the slaps of your thighs on his lap.
“more, more!” you beg, face messy with fresh tears, drool, and dried cum. atsumu groans at how completely wrecked you look—his pretty baby, reduced to a mindless whore by his and his twin’s cocks.
“you really just can’t get enough, huh?” osamu grunts, his hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around him. one of his hands tug your hair by the roots. you squeal when he pulls your head towards him, your neck straining from the sudden movement. “we’re already splitting you open and you’re still begging for more?”
his raspy voice against your ear makes you shiver, the deep timbre sending tingles down your spine. you’re inconsolable, their filthy and degrading words not registering because all you currently care about are the two cocks pistoning in and out of you.
“please! need you, need your cocks— fuck, please!”
“yeah? then that’s what you’ll get, pretty,” atsumu rasps, his voice husky as he and osamu make eye contact, their twin telepathy playing in motion. they subtly nod to each other, their thrusts increasing in intensity and with shortened intervals.
they’re not leaving you enough room to breathe due to their eerily precise movements that are particularly exclusive to twins. they’re loud and noisy, sweaty skin slapping and rubbing against your trembling form; it’s just so messy.
everything is dripping, making an obscene squelching sound as the twins fuck your creamy slick back into you. you’re a blabbering mindless mess and the only thing you know how to be is a glorified sex doll to these wayward brothers as they fuck you with a vigor that nobody has ever had in your life.
the twins are rutting into you, one from below and one from behind. the bed is creaking with your combined weight and movements as the headboard behind atsumu’s back is thumping against the wall. your nails leave red welts on his chest and your neck is aching with how osamu is bending your neck so he can see your fucked out expression.
eyes crossed and unseeing, your eyelids flutter as the pleasure takes over every nerve ending in your body. your vocal cords feel raw with how much you’re stressing your throat (and from osamu’s brutal face-fucking).
you’re clenching and unclenching around them, unintelligible words coming out of your drooling mouth as the twins snatch your breath away from you, tits swaying all over your chest from their powerful and hard thrusts.
“i’m gonna cum,” osamu grunts, voice tight as you clench around him. his eyebrows furrow in concentration, droplets of sweat traveling down his abs.
atsumu whines, not quite at the same place as his twin. “wait samu!”
“hurry the fuck up, dumbass.”
“m-my clit, please!” you plead, eyes wide and bright. you’re almost there, almost. osamu obliges you, one hand from your hip goes down your stomach as he spreads your folds, giving atsumu’s other hand reaches down as he furiously rubs your clit before pinching it.
you scream as you clench around them, causing them to moan your name as their hips jerk and stop abruptly, hot and thick spurts of cum spilling inside of you. their orgasms trigger yours, wailing as clear liquid shoots out of you, drenching atsumu’s abs as your nails scrape his pecs.
your eyes roll to the back of your head just as atsumu gasps, garnering osamu’s attention. the said brother was resting his forehead on your sweaty back, breathing heavily as he languidly raises his head.
“samu! she squirted!”
loud groans fill your ears as more ropes of cum spill from their cock, overflowing your battered pussy. the squelching of mixed fluids is deafening to you, their shallow thrusts pushing out rivulets of white as they moan quietly through their lips. you’re a whimpering and whining mess, the twins stopping their movements as the three of you pause and take a breather.
osamu pulls out and watches with wide-eyed interest as a thick globule of his cum leaks from your ass, traveling down the crevice to run down atsumu’s balls and onto the drenched sheets. you’re shaking and numb, atsumu’s whine sounding far away as he lifts you off of him.
osamu ungraciously crashes on the other side of the bed, breathing heavily with his arm across his eyes. atsumu’s shaking his disheveled blonde head from side to side, trying to gather his wits when his phone rings on the nightstand.
his phone lights up to indicate that it’s kita-san and he immediately scrambles to answer it with a stuttered and breathless greeting. it’s scary, actually. their boss always has an eerie and impeccable timing.
“judging by your heavy breathing, am i correct in assuming that it worked?”
atsumu nods slowly, forgetting that kita can’t see him, too entranced by how you’re still able to go at it because you’ve climbed onto his twin’s lap, vigorously bouncing on his cock as your tits sway around your chest with every movement you make.
osamu’s practically immobile on the bed, groans borderline sounding pained as his hazy grey eyes watch you fuck yourself on his aching cock. your voice is weak and soft as you cry out and whine more, more, more!
kita sighs at the lack of response from atsumu, and he quickly hangs up the phone because ultimately, he got his answer by hearing your pleasured whimpers traveling down the line as you fuck his enforcers to overstimulation.
the twins have been bitching about the lack of a—quote on quote—“pretty baby doll they can regularly sink their cocks into”.
well, now they got what they wanted. they should be thankful that you stepped through the doors of onigiri miya that one afternoon, and the fact that kita technically played matchmaker.
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hi could you do a headcanons with akaashi, kuroo and suna and how you’re their best friend but you like them a lot romantically and decide to confess by they’re in a bad mood so they just yell at you but then you avoid them so they realize what they’ve done and come fix it!! i love your writing btw <33
snapping at their crush who is trying to confess
w/ akaashi, kuroo, and suna!
(a/n: thank you for requesting !!! i love this prompt sm pls
anywayssss i had a hard time deciding when this would take place but, as per usual, i decided on the timeskip😚again thank you for your support and enjoy !!)
aside from bokuto, you’d been akaashi’s best friend for a couple of years after high school
he was sweet and funny and everything good in the world
it was quite impossible not to fall for him, and the feelings you harbored for him were a lot to bear
but while you weren’t certain, you hoped that just maybe he had those same feelings for you
you decided that you’d confess to him and simply hope for the best
keiji sighs, shutting down his computer and banging his forehead on the desk under him.
he’s just barely missed his deadline, and he knows his boss will kick his ass for it. but now, all he wants to do is go home and sleep.
irritated and stressed out, he walks out the door of the building and is about to leave when he hears your voice.
“keiji!” you yell after him, and he exhaled, annoyed. while he’s always appreciated your company, now isn’t a good time. but he doesn’t have the chance to tell you, because you’re talking again. “could we talk?”
he looks away, mentally groaning, and turns to look back at you. “yeah, sure.”
you beam at him, handing him a cup of his favorite tea, and shift nervously. “so, i’ve been thinking about this for a really long time,” you start, swallowing the anxious lump in your throat. “and i know we’ve been really good friends for a few years, and i’ve been really grateful for that! really grateful. it’s just that...” you ramble, going on about your relationship. akaashi sighs, annoyed, and checks the time on his watch. all he can think about is getting home and into his nice, warm bed.
“could we hurry this up?” he mumbles, and your eyes widen sheepishly.
“oh! yeah. of course! i just wanted to tell you...”
and there you go again, rambling about some random thing that he can’t bring himself to care about. his patience is wearing thin, and he decides he doesn’t want to do this right now.
“and i think i have feelings—”
“look, y/n, i have things to do, okay? just, i don’t know. text me later, or something,” he mutters tiredly, shoving his drink back at you and walking away.
you stop, heart stuttering in your chest before drooping sadly. you should’ve known confessing to him was a bad idea; why would he ever feel the same way? you’re afraid you’ve ruined your friendship completely.
akaashi rubs his eyes tiredly, the morning sun filtering in through his blinds, and he sits up. he checks his phone, opening his messages to send you a ‘good morning’ text, when all of the memories from last night come rushing in.
instant guilt washes over him when he realizes how he treated you. he completely dismissed you and didn’t even care enough to pay attention to what you were saying.
before he can even realize what he’s doing, he’s out the door, and on his way to your apartment.
he knocks three times on your door, bouncing nervously on his feet. he knows you must be quite tired; you stayed up to wait for him after work, and he feels terrible just thinking about it.
you open the door, groggy and in your pajamas, and look up at him. you blink at him, eyes going wide at his presence, and you instantly feel awake.
“keiji? what— what are you doing here?” you ask quietly, and he grins at you nervously, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“i, um,” he mutters. “i know i brushed you off last night, and i just wanted to apologize. i was really exhausted from work, and—”
“look, you don’t have to apologize, or make excuses, alright?” you respond, plastering a smile onto your face. “it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same, and it was stupid of me to—”
“what?” he interrupts, heart stopping.
“but i want you to know that i don’t want my feelings for you to make this awkward, you know?”
everything in the world comes to a pause as he attempts to wrap his head around the things you’re saying.
you... have feelings? for him?
“and even though i confessed to you, it really shouldn’t affect—”
“you were trying to confess to me?” keiji whispers, and you stare at him blankly.
“um. yeah? i mean, that was kind of the whole point,” you reply, shrugging. he’s staring at you weirdly, and you shift under his gaze. “anyway, my point was that—”
“y/n?” you pause.
“shut up,” he whispers, and you blink at him before glaring indignantly.
“what do you mean, ‘shut u—”
but then his lips are on yours, and you’re leaning into his warmth, his hands pulling you in by your waist. you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair, and he sighs against your lips, pulling away reluctantly.
“what was that for?” you murmur, dazed, and he smiles at you gently.
“i love you. so, so much, you know that?”
your heart swells, and you hide your face in his shirt. but you pull away, hitting him squarely in the chest.
“i can’t believe you didn’t know i was trying to confess,” you mumble, and he laughs.
“yeah. you still love me though.”
you can’t bring yourself to disagree.
you met kuroo through your good friend morisuke, who had introduced him to you a couple years after high school
you never really believed in love at first sight, but this was pretty damn close
not only was he smart and witty, but he also had a kind heart and was one of the most supportive friends you’d ever had
you were quick to develop romantic feelings for him, and while he never explicitly said so, you could feel that there was something on his end too
you figured that nothing would ever happen if neither of you confessed, so you decided to take a risk and just go for it
kuroo has been irritated all day, and he can’t really pinpoint why.
perhaps it was the annoying lady at the cafe who cut in front of the line. maybe it was the long line of constant traffic he got stuck in? he doesn’t really know.
either way, he’s really not up to seeing anyone at the moment. but apparently you haven’t gotten the memo, as you’re standing in front of his door, knocking on it firmly.
he opens it, looking down at you, and sighs.
“tetsurou! do you think we could talk for a second?” you ask eagerly, and he looks around.
“well, now isn’t really—”
but you’re already talking, so he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, already tuning you out.
on most days he would be totally open to seeing you, but today has just been terrible. he just wants the rest of the day to himself, too mentally exhausted to deal with you.
“i know this is really sudden, but i just felt like i had to tell you, you know?” you explain, nervous but excited, and he exhales. “there’s just so much to say, and...” you go on, and something about the way you’re talking is just bugging him.
“i just— i think i’m in love—”
“are you always this annoying?” he blurts, venom laced under his tone, and you stare at him, hurt seeping into your expression.
he instantly regrets snapping at you, guilt bubbling up in his chest, but it’s too late anyway.
“i-i’m sorry. i just thought...” you trail off, looking down, embarrassment making your face warm. “sorry. just forget i said anything,” you mumble, turning on your heel and walking in the other direction.
“wait!” he calls after you, but you’re already out the door, leaving the building as quickly as you came. he groans, face dropping into his hands, and he shuts the door, sighing.
it takes him hours to fall asleep, feeling too guilty to get any rest in.
but he’s finally about to drift off, when his phone starts buzzing loudly. he groans, irritated, and is about to shut it off when he sees who it’s from.
“what the hell, kuroo?
tetsurou winces, pulling the phone away from his ear instinctively, and looks down at it.
yaku sighs, frustration clear in the gesture, and kuroo wonders what he did wrong this time.
“i can’t believe you turned them down! man, you’re such an idiot sometimes,” he grumbles. tetsurou’s brows furrow, and he attempts to remember whatever his friend is rambling about, but his mind is coming up blank.
“remind me what you’re talking about?” he asks quietly, but morisuke is already going on, irritation embedded in his tone.
“you know what, i don’t understand you. you show up at my door at 3 a.m., drunk out of your mind, sobbing about how y/n will never love you back, and then when they actually have the guts to confess to you, which—by the way, i was not expecting at all—you reject them?” he yells, voice getting increasingly louder with every word, and kuroo’s heart drops. “just— whatever. i don’t know the full story, but you really hurt them,” he mutters, quieter this time. his voice is sincere, and tetsurou has no idea what to say to that. “anyways, i’ll talk to you later, kuroo. bye.”
as the call comes to an end, he sits in his bed, feeling more helpless than ever, and rubs at his face tiredly.
if he had known you were trying to confess to him... kuroo knows he shouldn’t have treated you that way regardless of the situation. but knowing that you bared yourself to him in a way he’d always dreamed you would and that he snapped at you for no reason makes it hurt even more.
and before he can even think to do anything else, he’s grabbing his things and heading to your place. it’s almost 2 in the morning, but he can’t really bring himself to care.
you answer the door in an oversized t-shirt, sniffling.
“thank god, you’re here,” you say, wiping your eyes. “i thought you’d never— tetsu?” you blink. the person standing in front of you is not yaku, but instead your best friend whom you are very much in love with.
he sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. “i’m so sorry. fuck, i’m sorry,” he apologizes, and you swallow. “i never meant to hurt you, and i know—”
“tetsurou, i’m fine, alright?” you mutter, obviously lying through your teeth, and you cross your arms over your chest. “i just... i just need time.”
he shifts on his feet, swallowing. “time? time for what?”
“i don’t want our friendship to be awkward, you know? and if i want us to be friends, i can’t see you the way i do. feel the way i do. do you understand?” you explain, helpless, and he blinks.
“but i don’t want for us to—”
“mori is gonna be over soon, so maybe now’s not the best time,” you interrupt, attempting to dismiss him. he looks to you desperately, mouth opening and closing stupidly as he tries to find the words to say. you’re about to close the door in his face when he stops you.
“i’m in love with you!” he blurts awkwardly, voice cracking loudly. you freeze, heart stuttering in its pace, and look up to him, eyes shimmering hopefully.
“i want to spend the rest of my life taking you out to new places we’ve never been and sneaking you good morning kisses and cuddling with you in bed. i love you.” he rambles, out of breath. “and i know i messed up this time and i probably won’t stop messing up, ever, but i just needed you to know.”
stunned, you open the door back up slowly, gazing at him. you step up to him, closing the gap between the two of you, and look up at him.
“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to hear that,” you mumble, and he sighs in relief, pulling you in and kissing you. “but if you ever snap at me like that again, i’ll end you.”
he laughs. “yeah, okay,” he shakes his head, pushing past you into your apartment.
“that wasn’t a joke, tetsurou!”
you met suna rintarou on the eight day of your third year at inarizaki
he annoyed you at first, his cool demeanor coming off as rude and aloof, but somehow the two of you became friends, though you’re not exactly sure how
even so, you hate yourself for the misconceptions you constructed of him, and you’ve grown to realize that he’s so much more than that
following after him into your adult years, you realized your feelings for him were far from platonic
it was difficult, as you were never quite sure if he felt the same or if he was just being kind
but you also knew that he wasn’t the type to confess, and if you wanted anything to go anywhere, you had to make the first move
so you mustered up all the courage you had and went for it
suna stares up at the lettering pasted onto the front of the restaurant. he looks back down at his phone to see the texts you sent him, and back up to the building.
to be completely honest, he doesn’t feel up to meeting with you at the moment. he’s tired, and for some reason, very irritated. suna thinks the world is against him today, and not even you can fix his bad mood.
even so, he steps into the restaurant and catches you sitting at a table near the bar. you wave him over and he sighs, padding over to sit in front of you.
“so. what did you want to talk to me about?” he deadpans, uninterested. you smile at him, a little nervous.
the two of you decide to order first, rintarou asking you to order something for him. you pick up on his mood, wondering what he’s thinking about, but dismiss it. it’ll pass, you think.
“so... i’ve been thinking a lot. about, just, uh... our relationship. you’re an amazing friend, you know? and while these last few years have been amazing...” you share, going into some weird thing about friendship and the future. suna can’t really bring himself to care, zoning out and thinking about what he’ll have for dinner. he knows it’s wrong, and normally he would’ve enjoyed indulging in conversation with you, but he just doesn’t have the energy.
he checks his watch several times while you’re talking, getting increasingly irritated with each glance. he just wants this to be over so he can go home.
“but i thought you should know that i have feelings for you, and they’re not—”
“do you ever stop talking?” suna snaps, his voice biting and mean.
you reel back, his words stinging painfully, and fidget in your seat. his own eyes widen, surprised at his own actions. he hadn’t meant to lash out like that; he knows it’s not your fault for the way he’s feeling.
you stare down at your plate, pushing your food around, and rintarou swears he can hear sniffles coming from your end. his heart sinks; he wants to make it better, but he doesn’t know how. he’s not good with apologies, and he should know how to comfort you by now, but he’s coming up blank.
“i-i don’t feel so good. i think i’m just gonna head home,” you mumble, standing up and excusing yourself.
“y/n, wait!” he calls after you, hastily grabbing a couple bills and throwing them on the table before following you.
you’re already halfway down the sidewalk when he catches up to you, wiping at your cheeks pathetically. he grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop running from him.
“shit. i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to snap at you like that, okay? i know you were—” he apologizes, pausing when you turn around, eyes shimmering with fresh tears.
“look, rintarou, it’s not your fault. i never should’ve said anything to begin with! should’ve— should’ve kept my mouth shut,” you say, humiliated. his eyes narrow. what are you talking about?
“i know you don’t feel the same way, and it’s okay. i just— i just need to be alone for a little while, alright?” you murmur, and he can feel his heartbeat in his eardrums.
“feel... the same... way?” he asks reluctantly, barely even audible, and you shrug.
“i never should’ve confessed. god, i should’ve known this would happen,” you mutter, turning away from his gaze.
all of a sudden, everything becomes clear to him, and his eyes widen at the revelation. oh.
“i don’t want this to make things weird, okay? i think i just need some time to figure it out,” you say, cursing your incompetence, and turn to walk away, but he catches you, arms snaking around your waist.
you stop, breath hitching, and let yourself indulge in his warmth for a second. but when you attempt to disentangle yourself from his arms, he won’t budge.
“i love you too.”
tears begin to well up in your eyes again, and you sigh.
“i don’t understand, rin.”
“then let me make you,” he whispers, turning you around and pressing his lips to yours. his kiss is warm and firm and familiar and everything you’ve ever wanted. you chase after his touch when he pulls away, missing him already.
“i’m sorry, y/n. i had no excuse for lashing out at you like that,” he whispers, and you look up at him. there’s genuine sincerity in his eyes; eyes you’ve learned to trust for years now. you nod, letting him pull you back in and cradle your head gently.
“i didn’t think you felt the same way,” you admit, relieved. “i’m glad you do.”
he kisses the top of your head.
“yeah. me too.”
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