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chenfleur · 7 months

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dreamy nights

summary. you finally make your grand appearance on jake's subathon.

pairing. streamer!jake x y/n ft twitch chat

genre. fluff, twitch streamer au

word count. 1.9k

released. 10.18.2023

author’s note. feedback is appreciated! i don't know if this requires context but just in case: a subathon is a stream where each time the streamer gets a sub, it adds time to the length of the stream!

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"That's not how the game works, chat!"

Even with a door separating you, Jake's whines still manage to reach your ears. Pushing down a smile, you delicately knock your first against the cold wood before slowly pushing in.

The room is shrouded in darkness, with the only source of light being the two large monitor screens set up; they're terribly blinding, causing you to recoil ever so slightly.

Too invested in the game in front of him, your boyfriend doesn't notice you've entered the room. This realization dawns on you, and instead of making your way towards him like you'd originally planned, you lean your weight against his doorway, simply watching him.

A fond smile dances on your lips.

The subathon's something he's been planning for ages.

It's something he had promised to his viewers, promised to himself that he'd carry out at least once in his streaming career. He's taken practically everything into consideration—what games he'd play, what guests he'd bring onto his stream, what would serve as entertainment while he's asleep. At the end, a chunk of the proceeds would go towards your local children's charity.

"Why?" you'd asked when he initially introduced the idea months ago.

He'd brought it up over some late night takeout—the two of you sharing food with distant sounds of traffic and quiet, curious conversations woven in between.

The plastic bag rustled as Jake pulled it closer to him, reaching in and taking out two bubble teas. As he slid your drink over to you, he had replied softly:

"Because I don't remember a time where I haven't wanted to do this. I've been given the privilege to give back to all of the people who have made my dream come true. I want this."

Jake Sim never fails to amaze you. You can't fathom how someone has been crafted with so much raw kindness—much less that you had managed to land that someone as your better half.

ari_01: look behind you bozo

"Look behind you, bozo- huh?"

Jake hastily spins his chair around. His eyes search through the dark before landing on you, tucked away in the safety of his doorway.

The sight of you eliminates tension in his body that he didn't even realize existed. A soft smile finds its way onto his face at the way your figure is illuminated from the pale blue glow of his monitor screens.

"Hi, beautiful."

It's been years and he still manages to make you reel at the simplest of compliments.

"Hi," you whisper back.

Turning back towards his monitor, Jake pauses his game. "Alright chat, Y/N's here. She's still a bit camera shy, so no monkey business, okay? You'll scare her," he scolds. You have to press a hand to your mouth to contain your laughter.

milkbread: MONKEY BUSINESS?

user1993: jake get out we want y/n

mariluvr: OMG ITS THE PRETTY GIRL!!! HIHIHIIIIIII

Jake playfully rolls his eyes before beckoning for you to join him. You oblige, pulling out a chair from the side and taking a seat. Habitually your hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining underneath the desk.

"Hi chat," you greet, a smile growing on your face as an influx of enthusiastic greeting messages appear on the screen.

A huff sounds from beside you. "Gosh, they're never this excited to see me."

"Don't dwell on it. I'm just naturally likeable," you tease, casting a brief glance off to the side. You expect a retort, yet it never comes.

Instead, you feel a squeeze of your hand. "How come you're up? It's late."

You purse your lips together, embarrassment filling your body at the thought of being in front of an audience of thousands of people.

"Go on," Jake presses.

"Just... missed you."

Jake swears his entire stream can see the way your words makes him melt into a puddle. He tries to—and fails spectacularly at—keeping his smile at bay.

"Yeah? Missed me?" he whispers. You nod, head lowered.

It's day four of what Jake had predicted to be an around week-long endeavour, but clearly he's underestimated how much his viewers love him (or hate him?) as the timer seems to see no end in sight. The only moments you've really gotten to spend with him over the course of the past few days are when he stumbles into bed late at night.

You've spent longer time periods apart, but you're still stirred by longing.

A small sigh leaves his lips. He runs his tongue over his teeth before lightly tugging you towards him.

"C'mere," he says, motioning towards his lap.

You look at him in bewilderment, reluctance etching itself into each of your facial features. "Jake, you're streaming-"

"Mmm," he hums, shaking his head childishly. "Don't care. They already know how far I'm gone. Besides, I need to prove them wrong—they keep calling me rizzless."

A laugh leaves your lips, but you still don't make any move towards him. Sensing your unwillingness, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder to encourage you.

"It's okay," he cooes. "It's okay, I promise."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, as if challenging one another. His gaze is heavy on you, and eventually, you find yourself folding.

Carefully, you place yourself into his lap, the warmth emanating off of him instantly making you relax. His arms wrap around you loosely, resting on the curve of your hips.

"Stop subbing, chat. You're making my girlfriend miss me."

h3artz: i will literally gift 20 rn. do not start

minlmn: sounds like smth a PISSBABY would say

user0304: think about the children jake

"Think about the childr- Okay! Okay. Of course, for the kids," he laughs, rolling his eyes before redirecting his attention to you.

"Tired?" he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nod, sinking further into his embrace. "Are you gonna start up the mods segment soon?" you mumble into the soft fabric of his sweater.

Whenever it's time for him to go to bed, his moderators take over the stream for the night to ensure that there's always something going on—whether that's playing games or hosting a makeshift podcast.

"Yeah, soon. Via told me she wasn't available until midnight, so just a little longer. Then we can go to bed," he whispers, fingers gently tapping a rhythm on your lower back. When he feels you nod against him, he turns his attention back to his screen.

mi11: u guys r the reason why i believe in love

urmom123: BOOOOOOO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LAME LIKE THE REST OF US #NOTMYSTREAMER

streetfighter: u literally played league for 8 hours yesterday... what am i doing wrong with my life...

"Chat, stop being annoying. You should be happy for me," Jake grumbles. "And hey, to any league players out there-" he points at his webcam. "This is a sign. Don't lose hope, soldiers."

You erupt into soft laughter, removing your face from the crook of his neck and slapping him on the shoulder.

"Shut the hell up," you groan, eliciting a loud laugh from him.

Eyes scanning the live chat, you point out a message. "Look, Jake. Someone said 'not my streamer'," you snort.

"I'm used to it. I think I was collectively disowned yesterday during Uno."

"I heard about that from Jay. You must really suck at Uno."

He grins, hands travelling up to your waist. "But you still love me right?"

You scoff incredulously. "I loved you when you wore highlighter clothing to school everyday. It's going to take more than sucking at Uno for me to stop loving you, idiot."

Jake affectionately pinches your sides, causing you to yelp. Scowling, you begin to berate your snickering boyfriend before the sound of a notification interrupts you.

Upon reading it, Jake groans. "Oh, lord. Thank you for the twenty gifted."

You watch as the timer instantly shoots up another two hours, making your boyfriend close his eyes in defeat, leaning his head back against the headrest of his chair. Smiling, you brush some hair out of his face.

"They keep subbing," he whines. "It's like they enjoy watching my suffering."

You chuckle. "I don't think you should be badmouthing them. They're the ones who fund your stupid financial decisions, like buying a cardboard cutout of Heeseung. Which, by the way, came in today."

"Oh. You weren't supposed to see that."

"What is that even for?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

The two of you spend some more time talking with chat. You share what you've been doing for the past few days since Jake's been preoccupied with the subathon, recounting the bowling night you did with Jay and Sunghoon the other day. It takes you physically shutting Jake up with your hand to make him stop whining.

Exhaustion finally fully catches up to you, making you yawn. Jake watches you fondly before turning towards his monitor and swiftly muting his microphone.

"Go to bed," he coaxes, a hand smoothing over your hair.

You nod drowsily, slowly peeling yourself up from his hold. "Okay. Bye, chat."

"Mic's muted, baby."

"Oh."

You settle for some waves towards the camera, watching as messages bidding you goodnight flood in with a small smile. You think that you're incredibly lucky to be so well-received by his chat.

Jake's hand lingers on the small of your back. "I'll come join you in a bit, okay? I love you."

"Love you too," you mumble.

You begin to step towards the exit when suddenly, you're jerked backwards. A yell would've escaped you if it weren't for the fact that in a fraction of a second, your lips are on Jake's.

One of his hands is at the back of your neck gently pulling you down towards him, while the other one comes up into your hair.

For a second, you completely forget that you're on camera. The feeling of his plush lips on yours overwhelms you—your mind can't help but go blank.

But when that second is over, your eyes immediately snap open. You push at his shoulders, quickly stepping away from him. A scowl overtakes your face as he snickers at your reaction.

You flush crimson. "Next time, if you're going do that, turn off your webcam," you hiss.

"Mhm. Whatever you say, angel."

When you stumble out the door and frantically close it behind you, Jake turns back towards his stream and unmutes his microphone.

user899: MY EYES

redskies: highway looking so comfy rn

plays101: mom and dad get a fucking ROOM challenge

user555: this guy's asking to be slammed with a ban LMAO

Leaning back in his chair with a slight smirk, Jake's hands rest behind his head.

"Relax, chat. I'm not going to get banned. You know-" he pauses, his bottom lip between his teeth as he fails to contain his smile for the hundredth time since you appeared.

Jake hears you turn on the sink in the bathroom, yet the ghost of your presence still lingers in the way his body is still warm from your touch—the way he can smell the citrusy undertones of your shampoo.

"...that's what love is. Makes you do all sorts of stupid shit."

#im back on my twitch streamer shit 🔥🔥#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #jake x reader #jake fluff #jake imagines #jake scenarios

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silverflqmes · 1 year

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໒⦂ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, ryuunosuke tanaka, osamu miya, yu nishinoya, hajime iwaizumi

female implied reader but no specified pronouns were used so could be gn too

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ok the idea of kids for oikawa is just >>

⌗ LOVES YOU SM && IS THE SWEETEST TO YOUR KID && SO UNDERSTANDING LIKE PLEASEEEE HXJDKDKD

⌗ your kid likes him more because he shares his milkbread with them && spoils them completely with gifts🧍‍♀️

⌗ "y/n-channn it's not my fault they like me more than their own mother😝"

⌗ loves you equally as much as your child && would do anything to keep you both happy; if he finds the father eeeek sorry for that unfortunate soul who bouta receive the wrath of oikawa LMAOOOO

⌗ you asked oikawa to watch your kid for the day while you went for a job interview && he ended up showing them the entire star wars franchise🧍‍♀️ when you came home they were all like "hello there"

⌗ also annoys you 24/7 abt having more kids cuz he wants yours to have a buddy😭 but also cuz he-

⌗ "y/n-chan pLEASE WE JUST NEED FIVE MORE FOR A TEAM🥺"

⌗ "I SAID NO >:("

➫ 𝓣𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔 𝓡𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ at first- you didn't tell ryu about your kid cuz you were afraid he wouldn't wanna see you anymore, but ofc he found out-

⌗ he wasn't mad or anything, he was just awestruck && uH- tearing up a bit cuz your baby is just so cute🙈

⌗ "can i hold them🥺"

⌗ dhdjksk he's so gentle with you && your kid, always making sure to treat you both so sweetly with extra love && care ❤️

⌗ tanaka can't cook unfortunately- but he makes up for it by playing all the time with your kid && taking them out to the park && stuff, yk?

⌗ definitely picnics together awww

⌗ talks about his volleyball adventures with you guys && how they took down a bunch of "shitty boys"

⌗ you yelled at him for that one when your kid started saying "shwitty boys" LMAOOO

⌗ y'all would totally be a badass family ngl, i can see y'all walkin into the mall w shades n sum kinna dorky matching shirts w the baby in the stroller, shades on n a bottle in one hand LMAOAOAO

➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ngl 'samu was awkward at first with the idea of kids, so warming up took a bit eeek

⌗ but once he did- my gosh was he so sexy to watch; like girl watching him put the baby to sleep with a story made your heart soar && the way he speaks so softly >>>>

⌗ HE COOKS, LOTSA ONIGIRI

⌗ not that you mind, but damn he makes loads of diff kinds of dishes that are sooo immaculate

⌗ 'tsumu comes over every now && then to visit && he's all like 🥺🥺

⌗ "OH! y/n-chan, seems like they like me more than 'samu HAHHAHAHAHA"

⌗ you just laugh at their back to back banters about who was better && the baby just giggles, clapping their hands together which just makes the boys melt ahhh

⌗ "stupid 'tsumu.. y/n, yer seriously not going for that piss head, right?" idk i feel like he'd ask at you at some point if he's feeling a little down

⌗ "why would i when his brother is all i need && what our sweet little one needs as well?" eeek he felt so touched xhsjskks he could almost cry but he didn't ofc👨‍🦽

➫ 𝓝𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗔 𝓨𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ CHAOS.

⌗ okay when nishinoya saw that you had a kid he was like a kid on christmas day; he was so damn excited he nearly tore down the entire house LMAOOO

⌗ ngl he gives your kid more attention than you sometimes🧍‍♀️there's either two reactions you can have here: either you're giggling at how adorable that is or you're jealous asl LMAOOOO

⌗ good luck in the bedroom later noya🤠

⌗ ANYWAY- although he's always playing with your kid, he always offers for you to join && together you all play cute little games or with toys, depending on their preference && stuff like that yk

⌗ cannot cook && do not allow this man ANYWHERE near the kitchen OR your baby- cuz girl one day you left nishinoya w your kid while you shopped for groceries && you came home to an italian dinner gone wrong😐😐

⌗ "y/n-cHaN pLEaSe- WE WERE JUST MAKING YOU A LOVELY DINNER DON'T TAKE THE POPSICLES AWAAAAYY!!1!1!"

⌗ "if you didn't eat the last oreo, then i woulda been more forgiving, now hurry up so i can make something edible🙄"

⌗ that entire night both noya n your kid follow you around like lost puppies on sum 🥺🥺

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ NGL IWA'S THE REAL MOM HERE LMAOOO ITS YOUR KID BUT HE'S BETTER AT THE MOTHER ROLE

⌗ you had reason to believe this had to do with his previous affiliations with volleyball🚴‍♀️

⌗ always takes care of both of you, cooks, cleans && just shdjsks he literally does everything to make you feel as if you're both on cloud nine

⌗ oikawa invites himself over a lot to your house to play with the kid eeeek iwa gets annoyed sometimes, but he appreciates the company && your kid's always like "papa, isn't he from tv?? the volleyball player who kicked your team's butt!"

⌗ iwa glares at oikawa cuz he knows he prolly said sumn && oiks jus smirks before giving your kid the sweetest smile && the teary eyes LMAOOOOO

⌗ you laugh at this && just to annoy hajime you allow tooru to join you all for dinner && he goes on abt how iwa used to be as a child && teen, stuff like thatt

⌗ lowkey your boyfie gets embarrassed LMAOO YOU'D CERTAINLY GET IT TONIGHT

⌗ "haj but his stories about you both were so cuteee, please let him come over more! he can even babysit too while you and i do something special.. y'know🥺👉👈"

⌗ "ughhh, fine. but you owe me a lot i hope you know! especially if he gets to hangout with them all day," he's very much attached to your kid && it shows dhjsksksks

notes. single mom headcanons was cool and all.. but single dad hcs sound kinda nice too🤭 maybe after exams..

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tender-rosiey · 2 years

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Can i req semi, oikawa and daichi receiving a bouquet of flowers as an apology from their s/o after a fight

“LILY OF THE VALLEY”

— oikawa, daichi and semi getting you apology flowers

ᴀ/ɴ: I want a bouquet of flowers :(

OIKAWA TOORU:

“I just want you to see things from my perspective; is that too hard?!” you scream out for like millionth time today, and your throat already feels very hoarse.

oikawa wasn’t backing down either, “I am a professional player, y/n; if I slack for one moment then I would be switched out the next!”

you take a deep breath, maybe this was being blown way too out of proportion, “tooru, you are their starting setter.”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T GET SWITCHED!” he counters.

you slam the table, fed up, “IT ALSO DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND YOU!”

your chests are both heaving. the room is suffocating, and you can’t stand being in it for even another moment.

you stride to your coat and oikawa is alarmed, “y-y/n, wh-what are you…?” his eyes follow your every movement and he desperately reaches for your wrist but you pull away.

“I am going out.”

that’s the last thing you say before you slam the front door, and oikawa’s knees buckle to the ground as he lets out a sob, what if this was the end? what if you are not coming back?

he shakily stands up, looking around him. the apartment feels so empty, quiet and his heart aches.

the silence is killing him.

his eyes land on the table where the both of you would usually dine, the room would be full of laughter and teasing, to him that was the highlight of his day, being able to see you smile and laugh and now he has driven you away.

but still, maybe you will come back? with that possibility in mind, he decides to do better.

an hour has passed and you finally open the door; you went on a much needed walk to clear your mind. perhaps you can talk things out in a calmer manner now.

you don’t expect the sight you are met with: a fancy looking dinner, dimly lit room with candles, your favorite dessert, and your husband clutching a bouquet of flowers and looking very tense as he examines it.

however, he smiles, a genuine one when he sees your figure, “welcome home, I…” he looks at the ground before offering the bouquet in his hand, “I am so sorry for everything I said.”

you take the bouquet, gently stroking the petals and the light fidgeting of oikawa’s fingers doesn’t go unnoticed. you put the bouquet to the side and he panics, “do you not like it?”

you don’t reply, instead you separate his hands and hold them in your own, “tooru, when I speak about things like this, it’s because I care about you. sometimes, we do things assuming that they will help us develop,” you take a breath, “but they end up doing the opposite and you have seen me go down that road and its dead end, didn’t you?”

he nods weakly, and tears start falling from his eyes when your hand touches his cheek, stroking it as you continue talking, “self-destruction is horrible, tooru; it isn’t something I want you to go through because I love you.”

“I love you more,” he chokes out, “ and I am sorry,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I really am, and I swear to you that I will do better.”

“they better not be just words,” you sigh and he looks at you.

“you know that I don’t break my promises.”

you smile helplessly, “yeah, I prepared some milkbread,” you have never seen someone’s eyes light up as quickly.

SEMI EITA:

“y/n, for the last time, I am just asking you to be a little responsible and think a bit before you act, is that too much?”

you cross your arms, “you make it sound like I am a reckless troublemaker, eita,” huffing, you turn around, “well not everyone can play the same tune as yourself.”

he stands up abruptly from his seat, “I can’t be the only one who makes compromises!”

“are you disregarding everything I have done for you?!” you shout, shocked and annoyed.

he scowls, “don’t go pinning this on me.”

“well don’t overlook my efforts!” you retort.

“I CAN’T OVERLOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST!”

realization dawns on him as he sees the tears prickling in your eyes; he looks down, biting his lip before excusing himself, with that, he leaves out of the front door.

you cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to hold back your cries. you are tired, so tired and despite the storm of emotions going inside of you right now, you want to sleep.

even if it has been proven impossible without your husband by your side.

you close your eyes once you get to bed, the only thing on your mind is if your husband will come back to you or will this loneliness be your companion in his stead.

the moment your eyes flutter open again is when you hear the creaking of the door. you rise from the bed, softly calling his name, “…eita?”

your vision finally focuses and you see your husband holding a bouquet of flowers, a look of guilt painted on his features.

he walks to you, half-kneeling on the ground as he presents the bouquet with his face to the ground, “I am sorry…so sorry.”

you take the bouquet from his hand, setting it aside and instead lifting his chin, “no need to be so stiff,” you make him stand up and straighten his back, “I am your spouse.”

“plus!” you continue as his gaze is fixated on you once again, “I made my own short comings as well so I should also be saying sorry.”

his hand is raised by your own as you place a soft kiss on the back of it, “I am sorry, eita.”

the man in front of you turns a bright shade of red, seemingly unable to form a response so quickly he gives you his back, “yeah yeah.”

“did I make you mad?” you ask cautiously but he knows that you are going to tease him and you do, “semi semi! are you mad?”

he sighs with a smile as you keep repeating the nickname. after all the years you have spent together, it would be shameful of him not to know you and your antics.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

the fight has been going on for a while and the both of you were visibly tired, so your husband sighs, “let’s just go to bed.”

“but—“

“it’s better if we talk it out tomorrow; we are clearly not reaching a solution at the moment,” he retreats to the bedroom but halts at the door, “are you coming or…?”

you huff, turning your face away from him and he quietly enters the room. he closes his eyes in relief when he feels the bed dip, at least you are still beside him.

the next morning you wake up, your husband is not beside you.

the bed was empty per usual.

you didn’t have the luxury to relish the morning with your strong officer of a husband. it was one of the things that sparked the fight of yesterday, hence why you think that your concerns will be dismissed as his schedule isn’t something he can exactly control.

you hope that he would at least try, try to spend time with you. you are thankful for how understanding he is and how he tries to reason but if the problem didn’t arise then he wouldn’t have had to put with anything of that sort.

you, dejectedly, open the door to your living room and see a card with a breakfast waiting to be heated on the table.

curiously, you take it in your hand and start reading.

sorry for yesterday, gorgeous. I made you breakfast today, hopefully what sugawara taught me will come in handy. I know you are probably still mad about yesterday, don’t worry; we will talk about it again today.

i love you so much, don’t forget it

sincerely, your husband, daichi

despite your heavy heart, a small smile appears, and you hope that when he comes back, a proper discussion with actually effective results will happen.

for some reason, today, he returns earlier than usual but doesn’t open the door, instead opting to ring the doorbell.

you take off your gloves and get out of the kitchen, heading to the door. you slowly open it and you are met with your husband whose cheeks are painted a soft red hue with a sheepish smile gracing his lips.

“hey,” he greets before taking off his hat and bowing to you, “officer daichi, reporting for duty.”

a bouquet is revealed from his back as he hands it to you, “I heard you had a flower delivery; I hope you like…it?”

you gaze at the bouquet in your hand in silence which makes your husband slowly start fidgeting with his fingers, “honey…?”

“thank you…” you mumble and he combs his hair back, laughing lightly.

“it’s nothing really; it’s the least I can do,” he pauses for a moment, “can I go in?”

“oh my god right!” you step aside and he laughs again as he enters and takes his shoes off.

a smile is still on his face as he moves towards you and his hands rest on your hips, “I am home.”

you hum, wrapping you arms around his neck, “we still need to talk that over though,” and he simply nods, happy to be in your arms once again.

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monstrsball · 7 months

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I'm very sleepy so I don't have a specific question so do just share anything on your mind about vampire au. Or !!! Are they sleepy? Do the vampires sleep? How much?

the vampires do sleep! they don't require as much sleep as humans but how much they sleep probably depends on the vampire!! some vampires like sleeping, others think it's tedious. you know how it is. it's the same with food, they don't really need to eat human food but there are vampires who still decide to eat it because it's good! (you will never take milkbread away from oikawa)

but speaking of sleeping, this reminds me of a conversation i had with @freakurodani about coffins/caskets. so, after oikawa essentially comes out as a vampire to suga, suga asks him if he sleeps in a coffin and oikawa is so, so offended by it. (he does Not. however there are vampires out there who still do) suga is a little disappointed that the answer was no because he was really curious about what sleeping in a coffin is like.

other misc vampire au stuff that i haven't talked about here...

@osamusbigtits and i talked once about oikawa and (vampire) suna being exes lmao. oikawa describes suna as his ex-boyfriend, suna says it wasn't that serious (he's right)

suga also used to date (vampire) tendou who oikawa kinda has vampire beef with. suga learns that tendou is a vampire when he and oikawa run into him one day. <- if you saw my silly post calling suga a vampire magnet, this was part of it

tendou IS friends with vampire hunter ushijima. ushijima does not realize tendou is a vampire. his vampdar is very broken, the only person he has been right about being a vampire is oikawa.

matsukawa and hanamaki are both vampires too! matsukawa is a very gothic vampire. he still sleeps in a coffin. hanamaki is pretty modern, he started wearing body glitter around the time twilight came out to piss oikawa off... then he just continued because he really liked it. matsukawa is a phlebotomist/blood dealer for vampires & hanamaki is a college student (has been for years... he really likes taking classes). he and suga are study buddies.

this is definitely not Everything that has been talked about in discord but it's the first few things i thought of

#vampire!oikawa au #lore...#also hoping this gives ppl ideas for what to ask about... maybe. eyes emoji

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xxmaddyxx · 2 years

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🌸after practice🌸

summary: hq boys coming to your house after a hard practice includes: oikawa, bokuto contains: some swearin masterlist

Oikawa Tooru

you know him, usually even the harder practices don't bother him

but his knee had been bothering him a bit more than usual lately and both you and the coach told him to take it easy

but since when does this mf listen to advice like that

Aoba Johsai had a tournament coming up and the practices became more vigorous as the date approached

He was attending practice, handling school, and balancing a part-time job while trying to not let you feel neglected

poor baby was trying his hardest

You decided he needed to take it easy for a little bit and invited him over to bake milkbread

After practice ok bb?

Ok thats fine

So, you showered bcs you ran errands earlier that day and put on comfy clothes

about two hours later, he texted he was on the way and you saw his car pull up into your driveway

you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement because you two haven't gotten a chance to do something like this in a couple weeks

he knocked on your front door and you opened it, immediately hugging him

"Holy shit, you need to shower." you giggled and backed away

"Well, I came here right after practice, like I promised. You mind if I use your bathroom?"

"No, please go ahead." He pecked your nose and you stepped aside letting him through.

While he was showering, you put on a movie for background noise

He came out with damp hair, "Um, y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I didn't bring any clothes."

"Are you serious?" You turned around. "Can you fit into my pajama pants? I have one of your sweatshirts, and a pair of your boxers."

"Is that where my favorite pair went?"

"Maybe." You came back with his boxers, sweatshirt, and your pajama pants. "They're big on me, so you should be fine."

He came back after changing to find you on your phone laying on the couch.

He slithered under your arms, "Hi!"

"Hi! When do you wanna make milkbread?"

"Mm, later. Right now I wanna lay down, felt like I haven't done it in ages." He was right too, you combed his brown locks with your nails and rubbed his back.

"It feels so nice to see you again, like I've seen you, but I haven't seen you, you know."

"Yeah, I feel the same. How was practice?"

"Exhausting, Iwa-chan kept hitting my head with the ball "accidentally", and I did a lot of jump serve practice, which took a lot out of me."

And you could tell he was tired, his grip on your waist wasn't as tight as usual and most of his body was limp on top of you."

A few minutes later, you heard quiet snores coming from him

You kissed his head, maybe milkbread can wait

Bokuto Koutarou

baby owl was beat

he rode to practice with Akaashi, but he had to go to work after, so Bokuto asked you to pick him up

and ofc you drove to the gym and he was outside of it, waiting patiently for you (like a kindergardener at carpool)

He opened the door and boy did he smell bad

You dramatically coughed and rolled down the windows

"What?" He kissed you on the cheek

"I love you, but you smell terrible." You laughed with the collar of your shirt over your nose.

"Well, the sooner we get back to your place, the sooner I can shower." He let out a dramatice 'hmph!' and pouted in the passenger seat of your car.

it lasted the whole way back

You pulled into your driveway, "Go, now, take my keys and head straight to the shower before you stink up my house." (you would think you're being dramatic but his B.O. was real)

You sat on your bed and scrolled through your notifications

he came around the corner with sweatpants and wet hair, towel in hand

"Really?" You smiled, he nodded and sat in front of your bed

You took the towel and dried his hair for him

when you were done, he got up and sat on your bed, "Now, can we cuddle?"

"Hm, let me check." You sniffed his hair and his neck, "Yeah, I guess." He laid down and pulled you on top of him.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"It was good, I went shopping with Kiyoko and got some groceries. How was yours?"

"I'm exhausted, I went on a jog this morning not knowing that practice was going to be constant movement."

"You didn't get any breaks?"

"No, we did. It's just I wanna sleep really badly."

"Then sleep."

"But I wanna hang out with you."

"It's okay, we can hangout when you wake up."

"Ok, I'm holding you to that."

and with that you both basically conked out

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miyababes · 1 year

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iwaizumi hajime.

long fics. (5k+)

crystallize by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

freshman year by aiiwa [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

; pretty in pink ; beautiful in blue

the waiting game by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

venus by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

fics. (2.5k+)

all yours by seita [ nsfw ]

better than by seita [ nsfw ]

honey by stelleum (+ matsukawa, hanamaki, oikawa) [ nsfw ]

; vanilla

operation: sex god by writeiolite [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

strawberry kisses by mrs-kurooo [ nsfw ]

worth the weight by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff ]

short fics. (1k+)

4.5 by stelleum [ suggestive ]

a stuck vibrator by saintodo [ nsfw ]

accidental nude send by elysianslove [ nsfw ]

after party by hajimio [ suggestive ]

another night of hoping by duino [ suggestive ]

breath by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff ]

camp crush by luvbub-archive [ sfw ; fluff ]

cock and ball worship by bobaji (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]

collusion by sookisaurus [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

defending you by hajimio [ fluff ]

devil by stelleum [ sfw ; fluff ]

don't forget me by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff / angst ]

exes by heartaro (+ tsukishima, osamu) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

falling in love by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff ]

hit me like you hate me by hornime [ nsfw ]

killshot by eqgtart [ sfw ; fluff ]

let me by adoringhaikyuu [ sfw ; fluff ]

linger by eightonenine [ sfw ; fluff ]

; latch [ sfw ; fluff ]

mentioning their ex during an argument by tetsvhoe [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

not good with words by iwaizooming [ sfw ; fluff/light angst ]

overthink by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff / light angst ]

punishment by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

stoner sex by bjbex [ nsfw ]

stretching you out by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

sweater by shoyoist [ sfw ; fluff ]

take it easy baby, make it last all night by heich0e [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

tease by hajimio [ suggestive ]

they're beautiful by princesskazuya [ nsfw ]

under the influence by strobimilk [ suggestive ]

when he doesn't realise you're sick by dnlcsml02 [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

drabbles.

sfw: [ 1 - 100 ].

nsfw: [ 1 - 100 ].

headcanons.

avoiding him by sugarkage [ sfw ; fluff ]

best friends to lovers by elysianslove (+ kuroo, oikawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

college bf!iwaizumi by utahimeow [ sfw ; fluff ]

crawling into his lap by kageyuji (+ bokuto, oikawa, akaashi, kenma, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

dilf!iwaizumi by yuutitties [ nsfw ]

falling for someone out of their league by neoheros (+ kuroo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

first kiss by rintarous [ sfw ; fluff ]

first kisses by stelleum (+ hanamaki, oikawa, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

horny thoughts by saetoru (+ atsumu, suna, osamu, bokuto, sakusa) [ nsfw ]

when they're lovesick by kodaiki (+ bokuto, kuroo, atsumu, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

timestamps.

5.28pm by hajimine [ sfw ; fluff ]

11.41pm by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

series.

smau.

asking him to rail you by toru-oikawas-milkbread [ nsfw ]

asking you to cuddle but you have to turn them down by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi) [ sfw ]

boyfriend texts by aiiwa [ suggestive ]

'can i wear your hoodie?' by darlingimawitch (+ terushima, bokuto) [ sfw ; fluff ]

'finish the heart' trend by arhvste (+ suna, osamu, akaashi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

responding to you asking if they're jealous by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani) [ sfw ; fluff ]

responding to you being clingy by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

responding to you texting them 'you hurt my feelings' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

sending you a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi, kindaichi) [ nsfw ]

they leave you on read after you say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

when he finds out your fictional crush is your lockscreen by darlingimawitch (+ oikawa, terushima) [ sfw ]

you ask them 'do you only care about my body?' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

you ask them for nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ suggestive ]

you ask them if they still find you attractive by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you ask them "on a scale of 1-10, how annoyed are you with me right now?" after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

you ask them to 'pick a number between 1-10' and send them that many nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani) [ nsfw ]

you leave them on read after they say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, akaashi, bokuto, terushima) [ sfw ]

you send them a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ nsfw ]

you text them 'i want to sit on your face' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kenma, kuroo) [ nsfw ]

smau series.

conversation hearts by kuroosmikasavolleyball [ college au ] [ sfw ; fluff ]

gear shift by boomboomjaz [ racer!iwaizumi ] [ sfw ]

history by rintarous [ sfw ; fluff/angst ]

they were roommates by atsukashii [ college au ] [ sfw ; angst/fluff ]

#masterlist

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sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff · 6 months

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HMBAU Chapter 1: Spring Band Camp

this is part of my haikyuu marching band AU (acronym HMBAU) and the rest of it is on AO3, but I’m just gonna publish it here too. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Spring Band Camp

“1ST, 2ND AND 3RD YEARS WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER GREAT BAND CAMP!!” our head Drum Major Daichi said to us through the megaphone and I guess decided to speak to us normally (finally)

“For you 1st years who may not know, my name is Daichi Sawamura. I'm a 3rd year and our band’s head drum major. Standing beside me are my fellow drum majors 3rd years Shinsuke Kita and Kiyoko Shimizu as well as 2nd year Keiji Akaashi. Now may all section leaders and captains step forward so you can introduce yourselves”

Wow. Why didn’t someone have Daichi do the talking last year?!? I remember being bored as piss when our head drum major last year took forever with his speech and made it all sappy and shit.

And oddly Kyotani was the first to step up (probably just wanted to get it over with tbh)

“Kentaro Kyotani snare section leader” “Kozume Kenma Bari Sax section leader” and kenma didn’t even look up from his psp while doing this.

“Tetsuro Kuroo, tuba section leader”, “Kotaro Bokuto, assistant tuba section leader”, “Wakatoshi Ushijima, trumpet section leader”, “Satori Tendou tenor sax section leader ;)”, “Osamu Miya, flute section leader”

Right after Osamu introduced himself stupid Atsumu had to lose any shred of chill he had and just scream:

“ATSUMU FUCKING MIYA BEST ASSISTANT TRUMPET SECTION LEADER AND MIYA TWIN”

Only for Iwaizumi to step in and hit the bastard in the back of the head

“Iwaizumi Hajime, brass captain”

Honestly after iwaizumi introduced himself I kinda may have gotten distracted by his sleeveless arms and how awesome his handling of the idiot blond was and missed like more than half of the section leader intros untill:

“Tooru Oikawa, woodwind captain. Feel free to ask me for help anytime”

And he was looking straight at me

Apparently Oikawa was the last one to introduce himself because Daichi immediately started talking again

“Alrighty I know that kind of took a while because there are a lot of us leaders, but I want everyone to have a good first rehearsal!”

And then I heard Suga yell “Alrighty flutes make a circle! We’re going to introduce ourselves to each other! Akaashi, would you like to join us?”

“Sure”

“Great! This is how we’re going to do it: first and last name, what year you are, what’s your birthday, your favorite food, your favorite color, a hobby or yours, and a fun fact about yourself! After we go we’ll point to someone or say their name. I’ll start. Koshi Sugawara, I’m a 3rd year, December 31st, super spicy maro tofu, black and orange, volleyball, and I am aspiring to be an elementary teacher! I pick Osamu next!”

“Osamu Miya, 2nd year, October 16th, black and white, onigiri, cooking, and I have an idiot twin brother named atsumu. I pick Akaashi next”

Are all the leaders just picking on each other today?!

“Keiji Akaashi, 2nd year,December 5th , nanohana with karashi, blue and gold, drawing/writing, and I’m fluent in 4 languages. I choose Oikawa to go next”

“Hi there! My name is Tooru Oikawa, I’m a 3rd year, my birthday is July 20th, my favorite fodd is milkbread, my favorite colors are white and teal, I love playing volleyball, and a fun fact about myself is I actually am the starting setter for our school’s volleyball team! Hmm…maybe I shoukd pick one of you shy girls how abooouuut…Y/N!”

I froze

“Uh m-maybe n-not m-me I-I’m not that interesting”

I looked over at Osamu to help me out a bit but he betrayed me and said “come on Y/N everyone’s gotta do it, and besides you aren’t gonna get away from it this year. I know you are shy but you need to come out of your shell a bit”

“F-fine you win. I’ll try” and I not liking this shit spoke even softer than before: “My n-name is Y/N L/N, I’m a 2nd year, my-”

And Suga cut in with “I’m sorry for interrupting you Y/N but I’m having a really hard time hearing you, can you please speak up a little?”

“Uh s-sure.” I took in a deep breath and started again

“My name is Y/N L/N, I’m a 2nd year, my birthdays on April 7th,my favorite food is F/F, my favorite colors are aqua, dark heliotrope, and black, so basically all the colors from the aurora borealis, I d-don’t r-really have any hobbies, and I’m not that interesting of a person so I don’t have any fun facts I’m sorry”

All the 2nd and 3rd years were shocked because this was the most they’ve ever heard me say. And Suga basically being the mom of the section decided to say more about me because apparently he wasn’t satisfied with my answers

“What our dear Y/N forgot to mention was that she's captain of the dance team, top of her class, in our school’s top choir, and most impressive of all is she knows 9 languages fluently! And despite being so reclusive she’s very very sweet and loves helping people” he smiled softly at me knowing what he just did

He just focused everyone’s attention onto me

I looked around frantically for who could take the attention off of me and I caught the eye of Daishou’s ex-girlfriend Mika and blurted out “U-uh M-Mika-san a-are you ok with going next?”

“Sure! I don’t mind! Honestly thought I would never get picked this early so thank you!” she smiled at me and began her schpeal and I couldn’t be more grateful

What I hadn’t noticed was I had stood up and ran to the bathroom without saying anything

Hopefully Oikawa wasn’t gonna do a surprise jug check today

And then another thought hit me

The flute leaders and a drum major now knew my birthday

Oh fuck

LE TIMEYSKIIIIIP

Fuck it was cold out here and it was already 10 in the morning

But hey we’ll all get hot quickly despite it being 56° outside

“Alrighty everyone one lap around the field!”

And with that we were off for the first lap of spring band camp

#shy!reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader x oikawa #marchingbandreader #marching band au #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #HMBAU

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seiwas · 2 months

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Can I request Oikawa for your ask game, please?

hi stephanie!! thanks for playing 🥹

i think oikawa is 100% a bread man sondkdjd can run on milkbread alone 🥹 tho i think he rlly is always on the go!!! and so often has rlly quick meals that he can just snatch snd eat up on the way to things 🥹 (i also hc that he just loves bakeries tho HAHAH and loves trying out diff flavours of breads and pastries)

send me a character and i’ll tell you whether they’d prefer bread, rice, or pasta!

#omg i completely forgot that i set up a game UABAHDBSHAHHAHA #bad-as-the-boys #ask #rep #ask game

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lunanheartache · 10 months

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this is mostly me trying to figure out cross & fallow's dynamic. crossy agrees to something like a relationship with fallow, but he still has his doubts. emotional issues & also some sex happens. gratuituous bj. 4.8k babey

the problem with fallow is that he isn't john.

when crossroads arrives at clinic in the morning with a fresh milkbread for him, he always pushes a coin into his pocket to repay him. he angles for a good morning kiss these days but doesn't initiate unless crossroads leans in. if crossroads doesn't respond to his courting, he is quick to catch on and follow his lead. twice at week at most he asks if he would like to stay the night after clinic, and he offers no compliants when crossroads inevitably denies him. in the morning, he is affable and unbothered by the rejection.

it's like he has no expectations. like he doesn't care.

tapping his hoof on the floor in thought, crossroads stares unseeing at his desk. his head is propped up on his hand, hair half-undone from its braid with the end of clinic drawing near. he knows he was clear with fallow when they started whatever this is - clear that he is not tied down, not beholden to him, not trapped and kept and demanded - but still. he has not pushed it at all. he knows crossroads is available to him and at most he asks for a quick handjob after clinic. he doesn't bargin. he doesn't convince. he asks, and he seems to take no for an answer.

he is planning something, for sure. a certain number of rejections until he can guilt crossroads into something? maybe he is asking to get dirt of him, twist the scene into this violent mutt-bastard of a demon tried seducing him when he, earnest and loved town doctor, only tried to help the wretched thing. that feels more like a stretch. for all the world, fallow appears genuine and upfront; he asked questions about crossroads's appearance, but it was his insistence that kept crossroads from exhausting himself with glamours to settle townsfolk. he doesn't make comments, offhand or pointed, about his physicality when they do fuck. nothing mocking about the fur or the tail or the hooves.

fallow kissed his hoof once. that was bizarre.

but he seems thoroughly unimpressed with the dark-touched whole of him, happy to accept whatever crossroads is willing to offer.

maybe he should push. crossroads frowns against his palm. maybe he should test fallow, dig and find out what he is really after. it can't just be the occasional handjob and some flirty exchanges back and forth when there are no patients.

the doctor wants something. he knows it.

nowhere rarely expects him back at any consistent hour. nowhere knows he has a habit of lingering. nowhere perhaps thinks he is just chatty, and that is fine to let him think. he could try tonight.

he could try now.

crossroads pushes back from the desk, chair squeaking against the wood floor. palms flat on the top, he straightens to his full height, once again thankful for the apothecary's tall ceilings. he can walk right over to fallow's office next door, confirm that shiloh has left to tend to their child, and let him fuck him for an easy burst of information. fallow might be smart, but he does not seem particularly adept at lying. he shows his hand too readily.

should he play shy? crossroads hums to himself in the doorway. fallow would like shy, probably, a little embarrassed but playfully sweet. that seems like his type. he can do that.

fallow's office door hangs slightly open. shiloh's just beyond is closed. his hooves click too loud in the hallway, but when he peeks around the frame fallow is engrossed in his papers. the faint scratching sound of his pen on parchment echoes just a little. there is enough sunlight left with the summer that he hasn't lit any candles, but the way he squints behind his glasses says he might need them anyway.

crossroads knocks gently twice. fallow half-startles and looks up. the confusion at being interrupted fades astonishingly fast.

"crossroads," says fallow, setting down his pen, "i thought you had left. i hope i wasn't keeping you."

"i was finishing a few notes."

"if you set them aside i can get them done this evening," he says. "don't feel as though you need to get them all done. you're welcome to head home."

crossroads lets his eyes drop before flickering up a glance, not quite through his eyelashes but close enough with the difference in height. he pulls his lower lip in with his teeth. "would it be alright if i stayed? you've invited me in the past, and i don't want to assume..." he says.

"oh." fallow looks stricken. he looks at the papers then back up. "you're- of course, always welcome. would you mind terribly- ah, i can finish this later."

that's adorable. so flustered. he will be so stupidly easy to figure out.

crossroads suppresses a laugh and sidles tentatively into the office. he pulls the door shut behind him. fallow sits up straighter in the desk chair. his dark eyes follow crossroads as he sits in one of the worn leather chairs on the other side of the desk, long legs neatly crossed.

"what- how would you have me? if that's what you're asking. i have no problem if you just wish to stay the night unbothered, either. the bed is big enough, though the couch is fine as well."

"you seem nervous," crossroads says softly.

fallow laughs self-consciously, leaning back. "i- if i'm honest, the last person i was intimate with was my ex-wife, and i've never with a man before. i'm not well-practiced."

"i'll be a very easy first." crossroads uncrosses his legs. "i can change my appearance too, if preferred."

"i like you as you are, cross."

bullshit, but okay. crossroads laughs it off. he teases his braid over his shoulder and coaxes it undone in some feigned bashfulness. "i won't be offended if you want something different," he says.

"i don't," says fallow.

crossroads doesn't scowl. he offers an uncertain smile instead. "if you're sure. um. did you want to finish your work? i can wait. i didn't intend to interrupt."

"i can finish this later," the doctor says, though his gaze drops to his desk anyway.

he is an odd one. desire offered on a silver plate and he hesitates in favor of work. maybe that played a part in the dissolution of his marriage; he hasn't talked much about it, and certainly wouldn't if it was his fault. fallow wants to look good and impressive and interesting.

but crossroads knows how to tempt. he removes himself from the chair and winds around the desk to fallow's side. an arm around the back of the chair and a hand carefully misplaced from the arm of the chair to fallow's thigh, he leans over well into fallow's space like he is curious about his work.

the doctor's handwriting is neat and delicately scripted. he's obviously well-learned, with his choice of language and proper spelling and grammar. what makes it incomprehensible is his preference for slack, excess ink. the papers are speckled with drip marks. an otherwise acceptable script bleeds and smudges. he claims the pen writes more smoothly like this. prehaps a little function over form, but it obscures portions of information as well: these will be difficult to read should he need to consult them later. shiloh always complains about his notes.

"if you're sure," crossroads says. "i don't want to disturb you."

"you're not. i'm," fallow laughs a little, "trying not to be too forward."

oh?

crossroads straightens up, turning to lean back against the desk. blindly, fallow shuffles his papers off to the side to make room, his eyes more focused on crossroads than his work.

alright, he can be motivated. sex over work. a different issue, but an issue nonetheless.

"you're hardly too forward, doctor," crossroads teases.

"you know i worry," fallow says. "i know this isn't exactly... an equal playing field, and i don't want you to feel obligated to entertain me out of fear or necessity. i like you. your job here is safe regardless of my interest in you."

god fuck.

what the hell is he supposed to do with that. crossroads falters, and he knows the facade shows it. son of a bitch.

he has to be lying. this is some backwards shit, convincing him into safety only to twist it into a noose. but fallow still isn't pushing. he stays seated. he doesn't touch. he doesn't slide any money across the desk. he doesn't demand. he looks more than fascinated, but there is a reserve to him that says he can stave it off the instant crossroads backs away.

the problem is he is not john.

crossroads forces an embarrassed smile. he curls his tail around to brush fallow's arm with the tuft. "i know, you're far too generous with me. i would like to-"

he can't phrase it as an obligation. that won't work. no /repaying/, no /returning his kindness/. it has to sound genuine.

"stay, at least for a while, if that's alright. the night is perhaps too long for now," he says.

"more than alright. can i take you upstairs?"

fallow's personal apartments are upstairs. a better place to gleen some information, but certainly a better place for fallow to trap him. crossroads pretends to consider it anyway.

"i don't want to intrude," crossroads says.

"you wouldn't be," fallow assures. "my bed is more comfortable than my office."

"that's rather forward, doctor."

embarrassment is not long-lasting on him. "what did you mean by staying with me?"

inwardly, crossroads grins. there's the confidence, voice curled teasingly at the edges. he likes that. there's something fun about fallow calling him on his play. he hums, low in his throat, and shifts a fraction closer until his knee knocks against fallow's. he keeps his palms on the desk behind him.

"what do you think?" crossroads asks coyly.

daring, fallow slides a hand up the outside of his leg from where their knees meet. he stops below his hip. he looks up as though to check if that's okay. something in crossroads's expression seems to spur him on; he grips his thigh as he rises to his feet, other hand coming to mirror it's twin as he slots himself between crossroads's legs. even with his fair height, he doesn't quite reach his mouth.

"don't make me ask," fallow says, more bashful than demanding.

crossroads grins down at him. "ask what, doctor?"

fallow's hands settle on the curve of his hips, thumbs hooked tentatively under his shirt. he seems to tug just a little. "you're too tall," he says.

"would you like me more on my knees?"

that seems to break something: fallow's grip finds his jaw instead, pulling him down almost desperately into a kiss.

that's different. here he was offering his mouth, and fallow wants it for the more boring of its options. they'll get there soon enough. the doctor is eager. he presses himself flush against him, palms cradling his face before they start to drift. crossroads giggles into it. it's cute. fallow kisses like a married man. his hands wander like a starving one, fumbling at the hem of crossroads's shirt to fit under to feel him. crossroads nips playfully at his lower lip, careful of his canines, and fallow makes a low sound.

that's cute.

"why are you so tall," fallow complains, laughing against his mouth. his fingers splay over the thin fur on his stomach. "it's not fair. it's hard to kiss you."

he's not meant to be kissed. he is meant to shoved to his knees and used.

crossroads presses forward instead, bowing down. it curves fallow back slightly but the noise in his throat is pleasantly surprised; his hands ghost back to crossroads's hips, if only for some semblance of stability. even with his height, fallow leads. his lips are full and soft. with a full day of work he smells faintly of sweat under the fading layer of a familiar cologne. he flirts with deeper, mimicking crossroads's earlier coaxing, but doesn't quite commit.

he needs convincing.

his own hands still kept neatly behind him, crossroads parts his lips on a whimper. "please."

fallow groans, "fuck," breath hot against his face. then he is almost aggressive, like he can't help it, one hand suddenly grabbing a fistful of crossroads's hair and pulling him in hungrily. his nose squashes against his cheek, teeth clashing once painfully before he adjusts, licking into crossroads's half-open mouth. in his excitement, he moves; crossroads allows himself to be guided blindly back, his hooves and fallow's dress-shoe heels indistinguishable in their click, until he meets a wall harder than anticipated. the hand in his hair relaxes and smoothes down his neck. fallow's breath shapes like an apology but he turns it into a fresh kiss.

that's funny too. crossroads purrs a whine into it, admiring the dull sting at the back of his scalp. fallow is not so confident that he is brazen. he listens, takes what he thinks he is offered.

there's something about that that is hard to place.

crossroads presses into the kiss as fallow pulls back, smearing an open mouth along the curve of his jaw. he tries not to think about that. the fur there is thin but distinct from fallow's stubble; it is soft and beast-like, not made for affectionate. fallow ignores it, offering his lips down his throat where the fur goes sparse. when he reaches fabric, the attention pauses. glasses knocked crooked, he looks up at crossroads as he sinks to his knees.

that.

crossroads swallows thickly. his throat feels tight.

that's odd. the doctor is a strange one.

he laughs, breathless and not nervous. "where did you go? come back up," he says.

"i've thought about it a lot," fallow says, soothing wide palms along crossroads's thighs. "you've had me in your mouth, even when- i don't know how shiloh didn't catch us that day. i'd like to try it."

oh, what the fuck.

this is backwards. crossroads stares at him helplessly. "what?"

"if you're interested," adds fallow. "i can't promise i'll be very good at it. i'll accept any criticism."

crossroads swears he can feel every spiral in the woodgrain against his back. fallow's hands are light on his thighs but they might as well be restraints with how they trap him against the wall. his dark eyes are bright and searching and there is nothing but kindness there, and that is so much worse.

what is his play here. what is fallow trying to do. he can't get anything out of that. why would he want to? sucking a mutt's cock is beyond belief.

"that probably wasn't very hot," fallow says with a grimace.

crossroads exhales a laugh, breathier than he intends. "i'm just surprised. i don't think i've had anyone ask to suck my dick before."

"that's a shame," fallow says. "you've never?"

"never," he says in the same bashful way he says i've never done anything before, i haven't-

"think we could try it? i want to make you feel good."

crossroads thinks no. crossroads thinks he doesn't like it. he doesn't deserve to feel good. you can use him and if he gets anything out of it, that is acceptable, but he should not feel good. pleasure is not his to want. his seed is rotten anyway, demon-spoiled and corrupt. it belongs in no one's mouth.

but crossroads does not say no. crossroads counts the gray hairs flecking through the sides of fallow's hair. he thinks about forty odd years the doctor didn't know him.

this is wrong. fallow is not supposed to be like this. fallow is not supposed to treat him like this. he is supposed to use him, try to get something out of him, wring whatever goodness he can out and abandon the rest to the gutter. crossroads hates it. hates this. this was supposed to be different. fallow wants him, genuinely, and it is terrifying and too much and everything he wants. he wants it to stop. he wants fallow to forget about crossroads, make him forget about himself, make crossroads into the only thing he's ever been good at it and acknowledged for. outside of this he doesn't matter. he could rot in the street and it would be a blessing.

he wants to be good. if fallow gives him a choice, he will make the wrong one.

"you look nervous," fallow says, sitting back on his calves. he sounds far away. his palms lift and leave, and that is good and bad. he licks his lips. it's a self-conscious gesture over anything flirtatious. "you okay?"

of course that's what he says. why would he say anything else. why would he not just keep going, take what he wants because that's what matters. why can't he just do what he wants and leave crossroads out of it. he doesn't have to make crossroads feel good. he's fine. he doesn't matter.

this is stupid. he isn't even charging. this would be easier if he charged. he could find his voice then at least, haggle and argue. maybe fallow would care less about giving him pleasure with his money on the line. like this, making out in fallow's office after clinic is long-since closed, he feels paralysed.

this was a stupid idea.

crossroads tries to laugh. he sounds almost underwater. that's odd. "can't you just fuck me? you don't have to convince me," he says.

"i'd rather take our time with that," says fallow. he winces as he climbs to his feet, knees cracking. "if that's alright. my office isn't the best place for it."

"that's- fine."

"i know i'm out of practice. was i that bad?" it sounds like a joke, like he is trying to lighten the mood.

crossroads closes his eyes and shakes his head. he startles when something touches his hands; gently, fallow coaxes his hands off of the wall and into his own, leads him back towards the desk.

"i know you haven't had an easy life, cross," the doctor says. his voice is soft. he doesn't sound disappointed or irritated. "but i like how you are. you're- very handsome, without any miracles. if i make you uncomfortable, please tell me. i'll listen."

his glasses are still crooked. crossroads frees himself to fix them, allows himself a lingering touch to fallow's cheeks. fallow smiles like he isn't quite aware he's smiling.

the problem with fallow is that he isn't john. he isn't a pimp. he isn't trying to wrestle crossroads under his control, kindly or otherwise. all that kindness is genuine. crossroads hates it. fallow wants him, genuinely, not out of greed and financial gain, and it is terrifying and too much and everything he wanted for years and now.

fallow is giving him a choice and he always makes the wrong one.

"i don't like using it," crossroads says, quiet. his heart pounds in his ears. his hooves itch to run. his own honesty turns his stomach. "i haven't. that wasn't a lie."

"at all?"

"not really." shame makes his skin crawl. "it's wrong."

that registers across fallow's face, but it shutters plainly: he doesn't agree, but he doesn't push. he holds out his hands for crossroads's again, squeezing gently when he accepts. "then i won't. if you want to try, i would be very excited."

"that's- okay. i don't want you to do that."

"can i use my mouth elsewhere?"

"where?"

"i like your chest," fallow says, drawing their held hands up to it. he presses crossroads's palms to the faint muscle there, smiling when it hitches his breath. "would that be okay?"

"i wouldn't say no," says crossroads, face guiltily warm. it is worse with fallow so focused on him.

fallow nods. he leaves crossroads's hands moulded to his own chest, soothes his down to his hips. "you haven't used the front, but the back?"

"i already said you could fuck me, fallow."

"no, my mouth, still," he says.

"you don't want to do that," crossroads dismisses.

fallow thumbs his hip. "i do. i might not be the best at it, but i am a quick learner. do you like it?" he asks.

lot above.

crossroads closes his eyes briefly. why is fallow asking. why is crossroads not charging. he feels tongue-tied with the doctor's hands on him, and it's all the bastard's fault. he asks too many questions. he should stop asking. crossroads is good to be used. you don't have to ask. you don't have to make him feel good.

it is worse like that. so much fucking worse. like he could enjoy himself, like he could have fun and be wanted and be loved and cherished and good and /someone's/. genuinely, wholly, honestly, not part of some necessary transaction where he deludes himself into thinking he is worth that love. fallow can't want him, not really. he has to stop asking for it.

"that's- okay, too. you can," crossroads says.

"maybe not today," fallow admits.

"not today," he agrees. "could i- kneel for you instead? i prefer giving control than taking it."

"now?"

crossroads nods. it will be good. it will right some of this weirdness. he will be good for fallow, and then he can go home. play the good dog, the loyal mutt, more eager to please than he is desperate for attention. it will at least feel like some small love, as much as he can earn like this.

"what if i sit and finish my work," fallow says, moving to his desk chair where he settles with his legs spread, "and we don't have to worry about shiloh catching us this time?"

that's better.

crossroads nods and goes easily. he is tall enough that fitting underneath is a task, but fallow watches him with a patient fondness and his eyes are dark and that is so good. the tips of his antlers just poke above the edge of the desk when he settles. fallow nudges closer with the chair until crossroads's head is rightfully placed in his lap. he cards a hand through his hair once, and then his hands are on the desk and it's like crossroads isn't even there.

finally. that's what he wants. the relief is instant; cheek resting against fallow's thigh, crossroads sighs and closes his eyes.

this is better. this feels right.

fallow still doesn't push. he isn't even hard. crossroads could kneel there for as long as he wanted and fallow would not force his head down. like his submission is something he is giving, not something to take.

that's.

crossroads doesn't want to think about that. he wants to stop thinking. folding his hands behind his back, he nuzzles his cheek against fallow's clothed thigh with a soft purr. he mouths softly at fallow's dick through his pants, little encouraging attentions to drop himself deeper, until there's a hand in his hair again. he makes a confused sound and looks up, dazed.

"not good?" crossroads asks.

"very good," reassures fallow, "you can keep going. just want to touch you."

he needs no convincing. he can feel his mind start to drift as fallow hardens against his lips, hazy like he had a glass too much wine. this is what he wants. like this, everything feels good. he doesn't worry about anything. fallow will tell him what to do. he can't make a wrong choice because he doesn't get to choose.

he kisses along the outline of his cock before drawing it out of his pants. haloed in curly dark hair, it is a warm, soft brown like the rest of him, head flushed a faint pink. crossroads kisses the tip of it. points his tongue and circles it. the hand stays in his hair, grip flexing on occasion like he can't quite help it. it's cute. nails scratch against his scalp when crossroads seals his lips over the head and suckles, rubbing his tongue on the underside. pride ridges the fur down his spine when fallow twitches in his mouth. he holds his ears loosely forward to catch any sounds.

the doctor is not particularly loud. his breath comes quicker as crossroads sucks him off, broken by the occassional moan when he curls his tongue in tandem. he holds crossroads's head but doesn't hold him down or in place. his palm just rests there, a comforting presence. there's something intoxicating when he does well enough that fallow's grip tightens on his hair thoughtlessly. his composure seems to hold otherwise. he could almost get away with it if shiloh walked in again.

the faint scratching sound of fallow's pen on parchment echoes in the room just a little. it is exceptionally fun when it falters.

this is better. he likes this. crossroads lets his eyes fall shut. his arms are comfortable behind his back. his thighs burn slightly at the held position, but that's good.

he wants to show off. he has before, but this is different. they have no time constraints, no shiloh in the other room. relaxing his throat, crossroads bears down until his nose presses against fallow's stomach, curls tickling his lips; the pen clatters on the desk above him, a second hand finding his head with a rough gasp. fallow's thighs jump. a handsome string of obscenities pours from his mouth when crossroads swallows around him, swirling his tongue.

"cross- fuck, god-"

haha.

crossroads purrs curiously, innocently. fallow's fingers spasm against his scalp with another rash of curses he hasn't heard from the doctor before. keeping his throat relaxed, he bobs his head lightly, not drawing well enough off to give him any kind of break. he preens under fallow's ragged breath. when his hips rock helplessly forward, that's even better; crossroads takes it in stride, even as fallow tries to still himself with a muttered apology.

it doesn't take much after that. fallow moans, low but curled up at the edges. he isn't fucking his throat, but it is good enough for now. crossroads flickers a glance up, vision blurry with half-formed tears, but the doctor is wholly distracted with his head nearly pressed to the desk.

he must be exaggerating. but still. crossroads would beam if his mouth wasn't occupied.

one of fallow's hands stiffens, grasping hard at his hair. the other leaves his head and that is disappointing in a way. "cross- i'm close- i- fuck," he gasps.

crossroads hums pleasantly and swallows him down again, until fallow swears breathlessly sweet and he fidgets in a half-aborted thrust. his cock throbs in his mouth, well into his throat, pulsing while fallow holds himself otherwise still. some wild notion of politeness. crossroads works him through it, holds his throat open for fallow to use.

that cotton-headed feeling bubbles through the whole of him like champagne bubbles. he feels stupidly good. he's vaguely aware of his own cock, hard and pressed against a damp spot in his clothes, but his hands stay behind his back. even as fallow's breathing starts to settle, crossroads lingers on his cock. this is good. he is good like this. he can make someone feel good, the only way he can. this is how fallow should know him. he's good, good, good.

the grip on his hair relaxes, shifts into something soft and gentle. fallow cards his fingers through his hair, brushing against the shell of his ear. affectionate, his voice rumbles in his throat a moment before it reaches air, "crossroads."

crossroads makes a sound to show he's listening. he nuzzles against the doctor's thighs, enjoying the weight of his cock on his tongue. fallow traces the sore curve of his jaw. he smiles when crossroads's eyes flicker up, fidgets when he drags his tongue along the underside of his cock.

"don't tease," fallow says, breath hitching when he does it again. "cross."

reluctantly, crossroads sits up, letting his cock drop from his mouth. a thick line of drool breaks as he goes. he swallows the rest. "not up for two?" he rasps.

"i don't want to keep you longer than you want."

"i could do two," crossroads says.

fallow pushes back in his chair, making space for him to climb out from under the desk and stand. "cross, you'll be the death of me," he says.

"only a little one." crossroads doesn't move from his position.

"is there anything i can do for you?" fallow asks, tucking himself back into his pants. he fixes his glasses again. "if you don't use yours."

"i'm alright."

"are you sure? i'm a quick learner."

"i'm sure. i just- maybe another time," crossroads says, shamefully.

fallow cups the curve of his jaw in his hands, and that seems better. crossroads lets him angle his head up, a purr low in his throat. he nuzzles into his hands, pressing a kiss to the palms. this- this is fine. he lets his arms fall naturally, shoulders starting to burn from the change. his palms flatten on the floor.

"you're very sweet," fallow murmurs. "how about next time i take care of you?"

crossroads startles a laugh and cuts it off. "okay. can- can i stay with you for a little?"

"of course. as long as you'd like."

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