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leclsrc · 1 year

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Could you maybe write a blurb for Charles . Just like the trend on tiktok, that you are having a argument with your boyfriend and during the argument you are flashing him with your tits?

my own doing – cl16

genre: smuuut, 2k celebration, toxic relationship bec i listened to pnd and care package so much tn

auds here... title from this (but also listened to this while writing), also this is not funny its just smutty anon i am sorry.

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... penetrative sex, praise/dirty talk as per auds law, angryish sex, unprotected sex too (wrap it before u tap it)

“Didn’t you used to date this guy?”

The newspaper rustles, is turned to you, and Charles Leclerc’s flushed face is in yours displaying a championship-winning smile. It takes a lot for you not to visibly react, your lips still pursed and eyebrows still furrowed when you face your friend’s curious face again.

“Huh. Used to,” you chuckle. “I haven’t heard from him in forever.”

The only thing you’re used to is lying—and not only are you accustomed to it, you’ve also grown good at it. You lie to your friends, who ask where your flights are headed; to your dates, who ask if you’re committed to anyone; your mother, who asks you if you’re involved with anyone. You gulp, watching your friend’s interest fade away as she flips the page and reads the horoscope.

“Today, you will…” She hums, searching for your zodiac sign. “Hmm. Fall into old habits.”

—

“So wet for me,” Charles murmurs behind you, fingers toying with your clit. “So good, yeah? Missed me that much? Come on, cum for me.”

“Y—yeah,” you keen desperately. “So good, fuck, I’m gonna—!”

You grind back onto his cock when you cum for the third time tonight, legs shaking with overstimulation. As always, he cleans you up, presses gentle kisses to your hair and forehead, blowing softly over your sticky face.

“Flight tomorrow?”

“First thing. I have work Monday,” you say, turning over to face him. Your lips move softly against his neck, his jaw. His hands roam over the expanse of your bare back, tracing circles on your favorite spots; the ones that feel good, aren’t too ticklish. He knows every spot. Every inch. He’s the only one that does.

“Wish you didn’t.”

You snort. “Wish I could believe that.”

—

Charles has high tolerance to just about everything. The worst type of drunk he gets is goofy drunk, which isn’t bad at all—he dances like crazy, starts telling the worst jokes, moves around a lot, is unnecessarily noisy, but all that takes him a fuckton of alcohol. It’s jealousy he falls into easily—and when he does, it’s almost a whole different Charles.

“I saw your post with Matt, or whatever. Pensais-tu que je ne verrais pas? Why post with some guy then fly economy just to see me?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re full of it. Matt and I—just friends. Don’t act like you’re not linked with every other girl in Monaco.” The conversation you’re having seems out of place when you’re on top of him making out, but alas.

“You are mine.” He says it, doesn’t ask it, no softness to his tone. He’s not angry, but he has something to prove. He licks hungrily into your mouth, his hand unbuttoning your jeans, sneaking into them. “No one else’s.”

“Yeah?” You smile into his lips. “You sure about that?”

He grunts, irritated, taking both hands and tugging at the collar of your tank top to eventually pull it off of you. The room smells like weed and sex, two of his favorite post-race pastimes. You arch into his touch, wait for his hand to make its way to the clasp of your lace bra and pull your jeans off.

“Can anyone else fuck you this good?” He bites on your lip. “Huh?”

Your kissing grows hungry, desperate, aggressive. He thumbs at your nipples, drags the cups of your bra down to tweak them and get them hard. You whimper his name and it sounds like music. You grind onto his cock in his pants, denim to denim, awaiting more friction, more pleasure. He walks you through it, slow, easy.

“Answer me.”

“No,” you say, lip caught in between your teeth.

“I know,” he says, kissing up your neck. “I know.”

“You’re so fucking”—you claw antsily at his shirt, at the hard abs underneath—“full of yourself.” But you love it.

“Keep whining and you’re not getting fucked.” He cups your jaw, faces you toward him so you fully grasp his instructions. You groan, the noise teasing and petulant, but you nod anyway, letting him maneuver you out of your jeans even if it takes a few moments.

“Stop it,” you insist when his eyes are stuck on you, features shy. It’s always a reward for Charles, undressing you, so he can see your matching lacy sets (most of which he’d bought for you) and inadvertently realize how bad you want him to praise you.

“You just wait in my room in your pretty underwear hoping I fuck you?” He asks wickedly, his accent extra thick, sliding in and out of vowels and syllables slowly. “You want it that bad. Even when you say you don’t care about me. Even when you’re on dates with other men, no?”

“I don’t,” you lie, gritting your teeth as he pulls your panties to the side and slides a thumb over your slit. There’s something about being practically naked and him being fully clothed, with just enough room to tug his dick out.

“Couldn’t even wait ‘til we were in the same city, yeah?” He grabs you by your hips and pulls you downward, onto him, hot and tight, letting the stretch simmer. “Flew out here in fucking economy. Needed my attention that bad.”

“Charles,” you sob, guttural. He fucks up into you slowly. His words are too honest, too hard-hitting.

“Tell me,” he demands, pounding into you. “You can tell me. I wanted this too, baby. Was just gonna cum thinking of you but I got the real thing instead. Je ne peux me lasser de toi.”

You clench around him, giving in to the words, the persuasion, the pleasure. “Yes,” you confess, overwhelmed. Fuck, he’s splitting you open. “M’gonna cum. Wanna cum, wanna cum.”

“No. Wait.” He says firmly, and you curse, nodding, needing to follow his orders.

You’re tense all over, your orgasm brewing right at your stomach, and finally he’s throwing his head back, whining, releasing inside you. You follow suit, moanin, pushing back against it, your fingers playing with the damp curls at the nape of his neck.

Your foreheads collide, breaths mingling.

“I didn’t fly economy,” you protest. “First class only.”

“If we got back together,” he argues, “it’d be a private jet.”

—

“We have to stop this,” he says. Your mental tally chalks it up to six—six iterations of this exact conversation. Sometimes he starts it, sometimes you do. Today it’s him, because last night he cheated on his fling with you in the backseat of his car.

Is it really your problem? “Fine,” you say simply. “Stop it then. Block my fucking number and everything.”

“Ah, putain.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Do you really think it’s that easy?”

“Jesus. How many times are we going to fight like this?” You roll your eyes.

“Until you and I realize the sex is awf—”

But you’re fed up. You take the hem of your flimsy tank top in two hands and pull it upward, showing him your tits underneath. “This is awful?”

His eyes darken. “You’re such a brat.” But it’s the same brat he’s pinning up against the wall and fucking dumb anyway.

—

You’re greedy. You broke his heart, but you want him to yourself. And he’s stupid. He’s broken up with girls just for one fuck with you.

“They’re not even together,” you tell Pierre when a picture of a random girl is shoved in your face. “He said so himself.”

“When?” His eyes narrow.

“I meant—I meant, he never confirmed it. You know what? That’s besides the point,” you say, face warm with embarrassment at being caught in a lie. “Which is that he’s single.”

“Why do you care? You broke up with him years ago.”

“I don’t,” you say. And this time it’s the truth. The sex has been off the table for almost five months now, and both of you seem to finally be moving on from the viciously toxic cycle of fucking and crying and considering getting back together and fucking friends to get the other jealous (you don’t speak of Carlos.)

It’s healing the way you’ve both been mature enough to forgive, to grow up and stop hurting yourselves and each other. Your phone buzzes and you lower the brightness, lest Pierre attempt to take a peek.

Room 1903 baby.

Be there in 5. And hey, your lying’s gotten really good recently.

#f1 #charles leclerc #leclsrc2000 #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc drabble #f1 x reader

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asumofwords · 8 months

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🎬 au anon here! I didn't really want to write this cause it would be extremely disrespectful for me to write an alternate ending but good lordy the amount of people I've seen being sad??? it makes me feel bad for them so to the people who wanna cope lmao 😭

“AND CUT! that's it. We're can wrap it entirely up now.” the director announces and everyone claps and cheers, You hug jace, baela before leaving to hug cregan, he rubs your back in reassurance before throwing you a sweet smile.

Aemond walks over before shaking hands with cregan and give him a bro hug, “Good job, Creg.” Aemond says and Cregan nods, “You too Aemond, sorry I stole your wife.” he jokes earning a joking punch from Aemond to his chest. “Still haunting her forever though.” Aemond giggles and you scoff, which turns his attention to you, “Girlie can't catch a break.” you say which makes both Aemond and Cregan laugh, “I mean, they are meant to burn together.” cregan says and you shoot him a playful annoyed looked which makes Aemond throw his head back in laughter.

“Are you attending the wrap up party next week?” Cregan asks and you shrug, “I'm not sure, Lucerys (now aged 4) and Aenys (the 7 month old who is now 2) might not allow me the time to do so, “Speaking about them, where is Lucerys? He acted so well it gave me chills.” Aemond says and just then your eldest son's runs screaming at you and hugs his fathers leg tightly, Aemond picks him up and places a kiss on his forehead.

“They managed to give him the creepiest of dialogues.” Cregan comments making you snort, “So true tho, he can communicate with his dada.” Aemond rubs his nose against Lucerys cheek which makes him giggle. “You did good baby! I'm sure the viewers will be surprised to see you.” you kiss Lucerys on the cheek, making him giggle.

“I loved how they waited for him to grow to film the final episode, the dedication because they wanted our actual son to act as our son in the show too.” You say, earning a hum from Aemond, “When will my death air?” he asks and you chuckle, “Next week.” you say, “Can't wait to see everyone's reaction, I just know they'll be crying.” Aemond smirks which makes cregan laugh, “I'll miss aemond too, hashtag aemondforever” he says which makes you giggle.

“I can't wait to see the shipping discourse.” You hear someone say from behind and you jump, realising it's Aegon and you sigh in relief, “You fucking scared us.” you quip which makes him laugh lightly, “What are you doing here anyway? Who invited you.” you say sarcastically earning a pout from Aegon. “Damn, you didn't have to be that rude.” he rolls his eyes playfully, “And excuse you, I have a right to be here, I want to support my younger brother.” Aegon says wrapping an arm around Aemond's shoulder, though it looks awkward since Aegon is short.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!” you hear helaena yell and you immediately embrace her, she pulls away and looks at Aemond, “You know it doesn't hurt you to smile right?” she teases and Aemond jaw drops, “I cannot smile! It's literally in the script, I'm supposed to look menacing.” he says and you nod “You did look menacing, even I am traumatized.” you agree which makes helaena laugh.

“So will you all be attending the party next week?” Cregan asks again and you shrug once again, “I would love to, but Lucerys and Aenys... And on top of that we have Visenya too now.” you remember your daughter who was just born recently.

“Aemond never beating the breeding kink allegations, not in the show, not in real life.” Aegon speaks up which causes you to laugh.

“Watch her reveal that she's pregnant with another kid now.” Jace jumps in, having heard the earlier convo and your face drops before a small smile creeps up your face and Aemond gives you a knowing look.

“No fucking way, actually?” Aegon asks shocked. And you nod.

“Dude let her rest, is your plan just to keep her full of you now?” Cregan says, earning a laugh from him, “That is my plan, yes.” he replies, which got him a smack from you.

“Seriously? Girl you just gave birth 4 months ago.” Helaena says before she glares at Aemond who just shrugs, “You really should shove a dagger deep into him, like actually.” Helaena says, rolling her eyes, which earns a smirk from Aemond, he covers his kids ears before speaking

“Mhm yes deeper haa” he says lewdly which makes your eyes pop out of your skull.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE AEMOND—”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and you hanging out with your colleagues, spending them with them as the filming had come to an end.

Small treat for those who want to live in denial, ONCE AGAIN I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE HAHSHAD this isn't an official ending of sf&a, unless you wanna live in denial, but like yeah,

I LOVED THE SERIES SO MUCH.

The way I’m smiling like a good reading this!!! Omfg I LOVE IT !

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sonicstalker123 · 2 years

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Anon requested: Teruteru reacting to his fem!s/o being attacked in her room and escaping/rushing to Teruteru’s room and staying there for the night bc they feel too scared to go back to their own room? (Maybe they also might have a few wounds on them from the attack if that’s ok. ;w; )

Fem!S/O being attacked in her room and staying the night at Teruteru’s cottage in fear of being attacked again

CW: M1kan, blood, mentions of anxiety

It’s 3 am. S/O is in a very deep sleep in her cottage.

Her door opens very quietly, knife in hand. They raise their arm and stabs her arm about five times, startling S/O and she screams in pain.

The attacker runs away, dropping the knife in the process. S/O gets up and turns on the lights and grabs gauze tape and wraps it around her arm.

Fortunately, Mikan gave everybody gauze wraps in case anything happened. What a coincidence, right?

She inhales sharply. “This m-might not be the best thing, but- ow fuck- it’ll do the job… for now…”

Her heart races from anxiety and she puts her arm on her chest. “I’m not safe here, Teruteru’s cottage is the best place I can go for comfort and safety.”

She pushes her door open. Any arm movement hurts like hell. Literally.

S/O slowly but surely makes her way to Teruteru’s cottage.

She knocks on the door, no response. “Why didn’t I think to ring the doorbell?” She asks herself.

S/O rings the doorbell and continuously looks left and right, in fear. She keeps ringing the doorbell and yelps in pain.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming… who could possibly be ringing the doorbell at 3:30 am?” Teruteru asks, half awake.

The doorbell rings again and she yelps one more time.

Teruteru flinches, now mostly awake. He opens the door.

“S/O?!?! What happened?? Are you alright?? Why is blood gushing out of your arm? First, let’s go inside, Suga.”

The two walk inside and they sit on Teruteru’s bed. Teruteru turns on the lights and S/O notices that he’s wearing sky blue pajamas and she smiles.

“Ha, you like them? I thought they’d be cute- Ah, not the time..! Explain to me what happened, dear.”

S/O explains what happened and Teruteru’s expression gets more and more worried, and he holds his S/O’s hands.

“Dear, look at me, you’re safe now. I love you. Let me go get some fresh gauze for you.” He kisses his S/O’s forehead and stands up.

He soon returns with some fresh gauze and removes the old gauze. She inhales sharply, Teruteru looks shocked. “That hurts like hell..!” She exclaims.

Teruteru finishes and throws the old bloody gauze in the trash. “You did it, S/O! And the wounds are healing up nicely.”

“M-Much better. Can I stay with you for the night, Teru? I’m quite afraid that they’ll attack me again…. Plus, I will feel much safer with you, honey~”

Teruteru blushes hard, his face is as red as a tomato. “Is that even a question? Of course you can!”

S/O giggles and gives Teruteru a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Lemme double check to see if the doors are locked.” Teruteru says.

He checks the lock and the door is locked. He’s a happy lil chef knowing that they’re both safe

Teruteru waits for his S/O to fall asleep so he can go to sleep, knowing that they’re both safe. S/O stretches a bit and falls asleep. Teruteru smiles warmly and eventually gets comfy on his couch and falls asleep.

I’m so sorry if this scenario is really long and it took forever to write this, I hope you like it!

#sonicstalker123 #teruteru hanamura #hanamura teruteru #teruteru hanamura appreciation #teruteru x reader #dr2 x reader

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junisfics · 3 years

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Too Much or Not Enough* — Armin Arlert

Request:

can u write armin with a praise kink???

Summary: Reader gives Armin head for the first time after a particularly long day

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18+ (M Receiving Oral, Praise Kink)

Word Count: 2.9k

Notes: (1) i didn't know whether you wanting giving or recieving praise so i just went with this (2) i just binge wrote this mf for that anon that wouldn't leave me alone 😩😩 ugh the things i do for yall

It felt like Armin was always busy; pretty eyes staring down at aged parchments like he’s waiting for their text to change beneath his watch, ancient books flipped open to random pages are littered across the table, his fingers and sides of his palms covered in graphite and ink from his notetaking.

He’s been like this for the past few days, hunched over that creaky wooden desk that’s hidden away in a room he only leaves for meals. He’d slept in that stiff old chair too, face smushed against the wood with his arms curling around his head.

Levi had told him to navigate a route to the nearest town... which sounds easy enough until he realized that there was countless miles of forest in the way.

He was so handsome like this. He’s in his element, brain going a mile a minute, tongue between his teeth and hair falling into his eyes as he scribbles at the wrinkled pages. You could watch him like this forever... sadly, only at his suffering.

"Why don't you take a break, come on a walk with me or something?" You suggest, shifting around in the seat you had pulled up catty corner to him, elbows resting on the desk.

He raises is eyebrows slightly in acknowledgement before looking up to you, "I can't, this is really important. I'm sorry, y/n."

It's not that he doesn't want to, he wants to spend quality time with you more then anything in the world... he just can't. He knows if he doesn't finish this sometime soon that Levi will be on his ass and disappointed... then force Hange to do it and then Armin will feel bad. He looks up to Hange, he doesn't want to throw them under the gutter.

"It could help clear your mind... give you a new look at it..." Your arms fall flat, crossed against the table and you rest your chin on your forearms... pouting.

"Don't look at me like that, I already feel bad enough as it is." He runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face before returning to the pages in front of him. His hair falls back into his eyes.

"C'mon," You push yourself away from the desk and stand, making your way behind him, "Just talk with me for a minute about anything but the maps."

You gently place a hand atop his head and ruffle his pretty blonde hair before flattening it again. You continue this process: ruffling, petting, ruffling, petting.

He lets out a little huff, "I — y/n... you're distracting me."

Your nimble fingers take turns running through the strands, swooping his hair one way then the other... combing it flat against his head so his forehead is revealed then pushing it back over his eyes the way he likes it.

"Good, don't fight it." You smile, separating three strands carefully and intertwining them into a braid.

He attempts to continue work, picking up the graphite again and flipping the open pages around with his fingers. He circles or underlines something here and there, taking a moment to stare at it like it has some deeper meaning then flipping to the next page and doing the same thing. Maybe he'll rip out a page and set it in a pile or compare it to the map in front of him then analyze it like he's being graded... which he kind of is.

His hair was always oddly soft, no matter how much dirt or sweat got into it or how long he had to go without washing it, it was always soft. It always framed his face so beautifully.

You press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head, then tilt your head to kiss his temple. He shivers at the feeling, his flushed skin hot beneath your lips.

“y/n, please. I can’t focus with you here.” His voice is quiet, as if he’s scared his words will offend you.

But then a silly little idea pops into your head and you thank god he cannot see your face because if he did he would see that stupid mischevious smile plastered across it.

“I’m sorry.” You pout, sliding a hand over his shoulder before removing yourself from him entirely to slink around the desk.

Your eyes flicker up to him to check where his own eyes are... and when you realize he’s completely back to focusing on the papers in from of him you crawl underneath the desk, kneeling in front of him and resting your backside on your ankles. Carefully, you place both hands on either knee before you.

Armin jumps, just now realizing that your knelt before him, “y/n — what are you doing.” His hands are balled into fists and forearms glued to the armrests beside him. He’d push himself away from you if he could, but out of fear and... arousal maybe? he’s stuck in his seat.

“Helping you relax.” You smile, rapping your fingers against his pants.

“I’ve — I don’t — we can’t.” Even through his babbling you can make out what he’s saying.

“Look at me,” You slide your hands slowly up his thighs, the muscle twitching beneath you, “I don’t have to do this if you don’t me to.”

A billion emotions flash through his eyes the second that sentence leaves your lips. His palms begin to sweat and stomach clenches at the feeling of him growing hard in his pants.

“No! I — I’ve just... never... done anything before. Not — not anything at all! I’ve kissed someone before! Shit — of course I have, I’ve kissed you. I’ve never done — just not anything... sexual... before.”

You realize then the amount of trust he’s put into you in that moment. All his walls have been broken down, his heart hammering against his ribcage. This is new territory for him. New territory that you, out of all people, are the one to explore. He could pass out.

“That’s okay. Armin, there’s nothing wrong with that, I promise.” You bring your hands back down over his thigh in an attempt to soothe his nerves, but what you don’t realize is that your actions are doing anything but that.

It’s hard for him to make eye contact, his own eyes shifting from your hands to his crotch to your face and then repeating a few times.

“Okay — just you — you don’t have to.” He stutters, clenching and unclenching his fists to take his mind of the growing hard on in his pants.

“I want to.” You scoot a little closer which sends another jolt of electricity to his heart, “Is this okay?”

‘Why would you want to do this?’ He thinks, ‘You gain nothing out of this’

“Y — yeah.” He answers, finally grasping onto the armrests.

Your eyes drop to your hands as they return to the apex of his thighs, pausing for a moment before reaching for the button of his pants. The metal is cold beneath your fingertips as you unclasp it, the same with the zipper.

Armin has officially stopped breathing.

You slowly pull, the zipper making a familiar rattling noise as it’s pulled to the bottom of its seam. With your right hand you take a fistful of his shirt and pull upwards to untuck it. Armin gasps.

“Can you take this between your teeth for me, please?” You ask, voice sweet and sanguine.

He can do nothing but obey, opening his mouth and biting down on the fabric as you bring the fistfull to his face. His pretty blue eyes peer over to watch you as you tuck your fingers under his waist band.

“Thank you, sweet boy... now lift your hips?” You smile.

He does as he’s told, bring his hips upwards so you can pull his pants down to his thighs. He can’t even think. He’s sitting before you in only his boxers and you about to put your mouth on his —

“Hey, you still there? You got that faraway look in your eyes...” You sit back on your ankles, removing your hands from him completely.

“Y — yeah shit, sorry — It’s just a little crazy to me. The girl I’m in love with is about to give me — give...” He speaks through his shirt.

“Suck your cock.”

His dick jumps at the lewdness of your words.

‘Yeah... that’

“Yeah.”

“Is it okay if I keep going?” You sit back up, hands resting on the bunched fabric over his knees.

He swallows hard before nodding, visibly nervous.

Your fingers reach for the waistband of the final layer, grazing over the taught skin of his stomach before delving beneath the fabric.

His breath gets caught in his throat and goosebumps scatter over his flesh, knuckles turning white around the armrest.

You pull, slowly, over his hips and down his legs until his cock springs up and slaps against his chest. He internally cringes at the sound. Armin was big... and thats not being generous. You’d say he has about 7 - 8 thick inches in his favor... your mouth practically watering at the sight.

You look at him, eyes wide and innocent in contrast to the actions you’re about to do. If he wasn’t so nervous he’d smile and tell you that you look so pretty on your knees for him.

Gently, you nod your head in questioning. He nods back.

With your right hand you take his cock at the base, weight heavy in your palm. You can feel him completely shudder underneath your touch, rising ever so slightly in his seat. Slowly, you run your hand up and down his length and twisting your wrist ever so slightly as you do so.

Your hand is so much smaller and so much softer than his. His mouth falls agape, more blood just rushing to his dick at the sight. He’s going to have this image burned into his brain forever. He bets if he focuses hard enough he could cum right now.

You can feel him pulsing underneath your fingers as you jerk him gently, his breathing already growing audible.

You’re hand is just so much different than his, but it’s the fact that it’s you attached to the hand... your hand... that has him trembling beneath you already.

“You okay?” You ask, voice so sweet and comforting as it pulls him out of his thoughts.

He nods frantically, shirt still pulled between his teeth as he watches you scoot even closer to him. You’re face is inches away from his dick.

You’re eyes look up to him when you lick the first stripe up from the base of his cock all the way to the head, swirling your tongue around him.

“Shit.” His eyes close and his head falls back. He didn’t know what he was expecting but this was not it... but my god was he not disappointed.

You give his length another tender lick, following along a vein on the underside of his cock, before you close your lips around the tip. His hips buck involuntarily into your mouth, sending another good inch or so into you.

“Oh god, y/n.” His voice, rather then lowering an octave, jumps one and strains in his throat.

You never take your eyes off him, watching his every movement to make sure he’s still feeling alright and that you’re not pushing your limit. His jaw is still clenched around his shirt, the hem of it now soaked with his spit, and his throat trembles as he swallows around it.

His cock is still in your hands as you take more of him in your mouth, the head of his cock finally hitting the back of your throat.

Your mouth is so warm and so wet that he can’t help but think that maybe this is what it would feel like to fuck you... actually truly fuck you.

You close your lips tightly around him before sliding back up with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva connecting from your bottom lip to the tip of his cock.

“You still alright?” You jerk him languidly in your hand, saliva coating his dick and your palm to provide enough slick to slide freely over him.

“Y — yeah... fuckk yeah.” He groans, head coming back up to watch you as you jerk him off.

He twitches in your hand when he sees that look on your face. Your tongue lolling out of your mouth, lips covered in spit and precum, tiny hand beating his dick for him. You’re eyes wide and looking up at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world. He completely melts before you.

“What?” You giggle, teasing him slightly. His eyes are so full of lust and admiration.

“God, you just — shit — you look so pretty.” He whines, hips jerking up into your hand so your fists meets his pelvis.

“I think you look so pretty, so beautiful.” You smile.

Your mouth is back on him, taking him in over your tongue slowly and fitting him down your throat until your nose hits his stomach. Your eyes close as you gag slightly around him, throat constricting before you pull off of him, his dick now completely coated in spit.

Then he’s back on your tongue and you’re jerking around the base of him that you can’t comfortably fit in your mouth. The sight, the sound, the feeling is all just too much for him too quickly and he feels that heat pooling in his lower stomach and he knows this is going to be over soon.

“I — I’m gonna cum, y/n, don’t stop please.” He groans, his right hand releasing the arm rest to hover behind your head, not touching you, but shaking just behind you.

Then you pull off of him, jerking his cock a little faster in your hand to tip him over. You feel his hand meet the back of your head and then its sliding around to cup your cheek as you smile at him.

“Yeah? Cum for me, be so good and cum for me.”

You gather spit in your mouth then lean over his dick just enough so when you spit it dribbles off your bottom lip and onto him.

And that’s what sends him over the edge and cumming into your fist, hot and thick with broken moans passing his lips.

“Good job, baby, you’re so good for me.”

#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader smut

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔢 | 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦 (𝔪)

❥seijoh 3rd years x fem!reader / oikawa x fem!reader

❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, manipulation, blood, multiple smut scenes, forced orgasm, begging, praise kink, voyeurism, spit-roasting and implied double penetration, slapping, degradation, free use

❥word count: 4.0k

❣︎anon: hello thereeeee :) so i was hoping to request a dark fic for the seijoh team X reader who is their manager. So early on she joins and she it and is friends with all the boys and slowly they all manipulate her into doing sexual things with them but like before anyone could try anything they had to clear it with Oikawa and Iwa. I think Oikawa would use you the most and prob be the the one to break you so u only trust him. Maybe one day Kindaichi and Kumini try to punish you and corner u in the locker room with Oikawa and you run to him clutching his shirt begging him to protect you and he’s just there with a shit eating grin and decides to show his underclassmen how to treat a woman (sorry this is so long)

based off this ask- but changed a bit + split into 2 parts for age reasons as i dont write underage characters :)

manager of aoba johsai high- the role is one that has filled you with pride from the moment you received it in your first year of attending the prestigious school. over the next few years of being manager, the team had grown to be like your family. you’re like another addition to your fellow third years; oikawa and iwaizumi are your closest friends and matsukawa and hanamaki treat you almost like a younger sister even though you’re the same age, kyōtani is never quite so rude to you like he is to others and every day you can count on yahaba to greet you with a sweet, unique compliment. the first years look up to you like an older sister, trust you, care for you. the volleyball team are the group of people you love the most that on your eighteenth birthday when your fellow third years buy you a sweet cake with teal icing and your name scrawled in buttercream and lit the candles, when hanamaki cheers that you’re finally eighteen, the last one of them to be an adult and oikawa holds out his phone to take pictures of you, you wish to have them in your life forever.

maybe if you knew what were to come of you that night you’d never had wished for that.

oikawa starts off nice at first. he walkes you home, the back of his hand grazing against yours and a bounce in his walk that you almost start to feel that light, electrifying hope bubble inside you. it’s obvious that over the course of three years the handsome, charming captain had become extremely popular with the ladies and you’d be lying if you said a small part of you doesn’t hope that maybe he’d have an extra sparkle in his eye for you, that his heart would flutter a little bit faster when he’s around you, that the cool, collected, charismatic oikawa tōru would feel a little flustered around you. so you don’t refuse him when he stops at your doorstep, shifting his weight from side to side as he rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged a little pink under the white strobes of the streetlamp.

“it’s a bit late so i’ve messaged my dad to come pick me up from here.” he says with that charming signature smile stretched across his face. “you don’t mind if i wait inside with you, do you?” the light feeling of joy buzzes too much in you, your head spinning at the idea of your crush being alone in your home with you that you don’t even pause to wonder when he messaged his dad, his phone having been in his pocket the whole walk home.

it starts off normal enough when you take him up to your bedroom. your house is quiet with your parents still at work and oikawa has a smile tugging at his lips as he strolls around your bedroom, admiring the photographs you have on the wall and his fingers playing with the fairy lights strung around the room.

“have you enjoyed your birthday so far?” he enquires and you grin as you settle at the end of your bed, nodding.

“it was so fun! thank you so much for the cake- who’s idea was it?”

“it was mine, of course.” you roll your eyes at oikawa’s remark, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as he settles beside you, his thigh pressed against yours. you’d never been so close to him before, especially alone and as you squirm slightly you can feel his eyes piercing into you, a gleam held in his chocolate brown orbs.

“you’re eighteen now, you’re a big girl.” you chuckle as he lays down across your bed, holding himself up with his chin propped in his hand and his eyes rake over you slowly. “no longer an innocent little girl.” you’re not really sure what to say but you can’t deny there’s a suggestive lilt in his voice, one that makes your cheeks burn and your palms feel clammy as you fumble with the hem of your teal polo shirt. “have you done anything naughty yet?”

“what?” you’re laughing awkwardly but your heart thuds against your rib cage as oikawa reaches out, grazing his finger along your thigh to send shivers running down your spine.

“come on, you’re a pretty girl and you’re officially old. you must’ve done some nasty things, or maybe you haven’t? are you innocent, y/n? pure?” he laughs as you lower your head, not wanting to meet his eyes and you’re just hoping that you’ll hear a car pull up. sure, your parents won’t be pleased that you let a boy up in your bedroom but you’d rather be grounded for a weekend or have a bad scolding than be alone with oikawa for longer. but nothing. when was his dad going to come?

“have you ever touched yourself?”

“tōru, i- i don’t really like what you’re aski-”

“it’s okay if you haven’t.” oikawa beams, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “i can help you out there.” his smile makes you feel cold and it’s no surprise- with all the fangirls trailing after him, hanging onto his every word it’s no surprise he used them to his advantage but the way he’s looking at you now makes you tense your legs, pressing them together as you clench the hem of your shirt.

“i-it’s okay-”

“no.” he’s smiling sweetly but his voice is too firm. you don’t like the feeling of his hand splaying over your thigh, gripping the soft fat but not letting go. “please, let me treat you- consider it a birthday gift.i’m your oldest friend- you’d rather do it with someone you know and trust than some stranger.” he’s grinning and you don’t know if it’s because of the dim lighting and the half-shadows of your bedroom but it looks like a horrible leer that makes your blood run cold. “i’ll take care of you. i’ll make you feel good, and you’ll never have to regret or worry about your first time ever again because it’s all done. then when you go to college you won’t have to worry about being inexperienced!” he’s almost there. he leans close, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “you like me, right?” you’re hesitant but the way he’s studying you so closely, his eyes boring into yours, you feel naked already. so exposed. you can’t lie. you nod your head slowly and oikawa inhales sharply. “that’s what i thought. and i’ve always liked you, y/n. you’re so pretty. so can i?”

you want to say no. you want to move away, not let his lips that are ghosting yours press any harder. you wish his dad was here already, or your parents or maybe if iwaizumi had walked you home instead. but you feel so pinned under his gaze, so trapped like a rabbit caught in headlights, you only nod.

it isn’t bad. but it isn’t comfortable. oikawa kisses you too sloppily, his tongue melding with yours and drool spilling over your chin. it feels weird and foreign for his tongue to invade your mouth and his hands roam over your body too greedily, groping at your chest and hips in pinching ways that leave you squirming. he pulls off your clothes roughly and your cheeks burn with humiliation when he leaves you bare on the bed, straddling over you and spreading your legs to see everything. he fingers you first, his long limbs stretching out your walls and it hurts a little from the rough thrusts of his fingers. but then when he curls them and rubs at those sensitive spots that makes you squirm, it feels good- even better than when you’re alone. and oikawa is oddly sweet, cooing in your ear about how pretty you are and swallowing your moans with his heavy kisses and swirling your swollen clit gently and slowly till you’re finally cumming over his hand, drenching it in your slick. but that doesn’t make you any less scared, a protest dying in your throat, when he tugs off his clothes and his hard cock slaps against his stomach. he’s painfully hard and thick with precum oozing from the flushed tip. you want to pull away but from how he’s caged you underneath his body there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere else to look except into his cold brown eyes and your cries go unheard over his moans.

“so pretty.” he smiles as he slides his cock along your folds. it’s warm and heavy and you jerk when he taps it against your sensitive clit but he’s sweet, kissing your forehead as he edges his length towards your entrance. “i’ll take care of you so well- no one will ever make you feel this good except me.”

“tōru-” your anxious whine just makes oikawa inhale sharply before he slides his cock into you, groaning at how you bury your face in the crook of his neck and your nails rake down his back, hard enough to surely make him bleed. his cock throbs in your walls that seem to burn with the stretch and you feel so full with pressure building in the pit of your stomach.

“look how good my cock fits in your pretty little cunny. this pussy was made for me.” his teases make you whimper but he softly presses a tender kiss to your forehead before his lips meet yours in another desperate kiss. they don’t stop- tracing down your throat, the little bites stinging with possession as your soft moans fill the room, pleasure infused with pain, before his lips wrap around your pebbled nipples, sucking and nibbling and pushing you closer to the edge.

“you’re such a sweet girl,” oikawa smiles when he’s dressing himself, milky cheeks flushed and his eyes glittering as he gazes at you lying on the bed. you feel heavy, weighed down with the ropes of cum splattered across your stomach and chest, and with your heart feeling cracked with every heartbeat you can’t even move. your skin burns all over wherever oikawa touched you and scarlet pools below you, staining the bedsheets but he just smiles at you like you’re the best thing. “i’d be a fool to ever let you go.”

you’re bound to oikawa forever.

you don’t know why but after that day being stuck in school sends you into a panic. being surrounded by tall, broad strong boys every day in that vast gymnasium makes your ears ring, black spots filling your vision as your world spins. everything sounds so distant like your head is plunged underwater, and then two firm hands press on your shoulders. the clean smell of oikawa’s aftershave fills your nose, his perfume strong too, and his brown hair tickles your cheek as he leans down to you, smiling wide. everything starts to clear.

“you okay, y/n?” watari enquires, his eyes a little wide. “you seem pale.” the other boys watch you closely with intrigue, not looking so convinced even when you nod and force a shaky smile.

“just felt a bit dizzy.”

“you’ve got ro remember to take your vitamins, y/n-chan.” oikawa chastises you, but there’s a broad smirk on his face as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “it’s okay, you can sit here on the bench with me.” your racing heart starts to slow when he takes you to the side, sitting down beside you and resting his hand on your thigh as you watch the boys resume practise. you’ve not been the same since that night, but for some reason even then you can only cling to oikawa to make you feel okay, even when he was the first one to ruin you.

you think it would just be him. that he’d be the only one who’d let some sweet words flow from his lips and even though your mind would scream no and your heart would feel heavy, you’d still pull off your clothes and let him have his way with you, hoping the kisses and the soft cuddles afterwards would make you feel better, even though they never do.

how naïve of you.

“we’re going to iwaizumi’s house tonight.” oikawa smiles at you after practise one friday evening. you hesitate a little, glancing at your other friend who’s lips twitch into a mere smile but you can’t voice your confusion. usually oikawa’s favorite friday evening activity is fucking you into the mattress till you’re a drooling mess whether you like it or not, but this time iwaizumi is here. a small semblance of hope ignites in you- maybe you’ll just hang out as normal friends and do normal things like watching a movie like you’ve been craving for so long, that a small warm smile grows on your face as you nod happily.

“let’s get meat buns on the way home then!” you cry, turning to eagerly stuff your notepad into your bag to get out of the gym quicker. you don’t see the smiles they exchange.

iwaizumi’s house is empty when you all arrive but you’re too excited to have a fun normal time with two of your closest friends, just like old times, to notice the thick tension brewing. or perhaps you don’t want to see it. you don’t mind iwaizumi nudging closer to you as oikawa feeds you bits of pizza and you don’t shake off the vice-captain’s hand that finds its way onto your thigh, grasping it tight through your teal sweatpants. it’s only when oikawa gets to his feet that you become aware of how close iwaizumi is to you, his grey eyes piercing into you, and your heart hammers against your chest as you try to cling to oikawa’s arm.

“w-where are you going?” you squirm at the bruising grip iwaizumi holds onto your thigh, tightening when your eyes widen at the smiling captain. “d-don’t go.”

“shittykawa,” iwaizumi growls. his voice is permeated with anger, brow furrowed as he glares at his best friend. “i let you go first but not to turn her into your own personal whore.” your throat goes dry when oikawa lets his high laugh ring in the room, piercing through the throbbing in your ears as you feel your throat tighten.

“i can’t help it if girls like me better, iwa-chan.” you wince when iwaizumi hisses, his nails piercing through the fabric of your pants, but the pain fades as oikawa leans down, cupping your face gently. the malicious look on his face is anything but soothing. “be a good girl for iwa-chan. i’ll be back.”

the door snaps shut and you whine as iwaizumi pulls you onto his lap, mouthing kisses to your neck and jawline as you squirm, gripping his shoulders tight. there’s no denying the unmistakable stiffness pressing against your clothed cunt, the shifting of his hips pressing it into you.

“oikawa isn’t the only one who can treat you.” he groans, tilting your face to lock your eyes with him. you swallow hard, nodding as you’re frozen with your heart pounding against your chest, nausea churning in your stomach. “you like me too, right?”

you can’t deny iwaizumi’s hot. if there was another person you’d have fallen for on the team, it would definitely had been the ace- the funny, muscular, intimidating ace who never failed to take care of you, just like an older brother. but that was before all this, and as you nod slowly you realise he’s just the same as oikawa. you really don’t know your friends at all.

his kisses are rougher than oikawa’s, the taste of his lips bitter but the familiar scent of his cologne is all you try to focus on, trying to calm your racing heart, as he pushes you against the couch, peeling off your sweatpants. heat rushes to your cheeks as you try to press your legs together but one warning glance from iwaizumi, you force yourself to relax, blinking back tears as you stare up at the ceiling, gripping the cushion underneath you.

“that’s it, angel.” iwaizumi mutters against the soft skin of your thighs. you wonder if he’s simply ignoring how much you’re trembling as his coarse fingertips grazes along your folds. “open up for me, let me see my pretty girl.”

it isn’t awful. it isn’t as bad as your first time. it’s just your friend, it’s just iwaizumi, and oikawa wouldn’t have left you if if he didn’t trust his best friend. so you try to tell yourself it feels good when iwaizumi presses his face against your cunt, sucking your clit and licking at your wet folds whilst his fingers stretch you out, that his roughness is nice as he fingerfucks your pussy and that your orgasm isn’t entirely forced when the hot waves of pleasure crash over you exactly at the moment he demands you cum for him. his cock is thick and it burns as he stretches you out, your tears staining the soft fabric of the couch and your nails clawing at it whilst he grasps your hips, groaning as he fucks you from behind, telling you how beautiful you look dripping all over him, how well your pretty pussy takes his dick, forcing you to beg to cream all over his cock as if its something you want.

“did you both have a nice time?” oikawa smiles when he returns to the room, carrying a warm washcloth. “i really do wish i could’ve stayed and watched.”

“shut up, trashykawa.” iwaizumi spits, grabbing the cloth and you can’t help but flinch as he reaches to wipe the cum he released all over your bare back. oikawa chuckles as he crouches by the edge of the couch, his face inches away from yours and for the first time you want to spit at him. spit. yell. cry. claw the horrible satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he gazes at you like you’re nothing more than a damn pet. but you don’t. you let him kiss the tip of your nose and stroke your hair, blood ringing in your ears as your two former best friends talk about you, how good your cunt is, how tight you are, how you’re such a pretty little thing, like you’re not even there.

a pretty pet. a little plaything. a cumdump.

that’s all you’re reduced to, chained to oikawa and iwaizumi to use for their own pleasure. you’re swapped between them whenever they want- a bad practise match or an empty house, if iwaizumi’s extra annoyed at oikawa, if iwaizumi’s been hogging you too long. the rest of the team don’t notice a thing- they don’t see how you come stumbling out of the boys’ toilets after oikawa with your lips swollen and your knees weak, a far, distant look in your glazed eyes and the stains of tears drying on your cheeks. or perhaps they ignore it, just like they ignore iwaizumi’s pointed look after oikawa’s pissed him off that makes you run to his side, nodding when he tells you he’ll be walking you home tonight. or maybe it’s something else entirely, you consider when you feel the eyes burning into you at practise and you look up to see hanamaki and matsukawa staring at you from their positions on the court, smiles tugging at their lips that only they seem to understand.

makki and mattsun, as you’d endearingly used to call them, see it as a game. their laughter sounds like a manic nightmare in your pounding head when they tug you onto the floor- not even a bed, but the hard wooden floorboards of oikawa’s bedroom- and tug off your clothes. your tears stain the floorboards, nails scraping against the wood as you plead oikawa and iwaizumi. stop it. stop them. please. but your sobs go ignored and end up being muffled by mattsun forcing his cock between your lips, the leaking head bruising your throat as makki’s fingers force their way into your dry cunt.

“aw, poor baby.” oikawa coos from the other side of the room where he and iwaizumi lounge, the latter clearly sporting a hard-on. but oikawa’s brazen, not even bothering to hide how he gets off on this, watching you sob and gag with hungry eyes, stroking his cock lazily. “doesn’t she look so pretty when she cries?”

“so pretty.” sneers mattsun, slapping your tear-stained cheek that bulges lewdly with his cock stuffed in your mouth. “she looks real good taking my cock down that slutty throat.”

“wait till she’s taking not just one cock but two like a good pretty whore.” hanamaki’s hand is harsh as it slaps down onto your bare ass and your legs wrestle weakly, fingernails clawing at the floor, when he shoves his cock into you.

any other club. whether it was netball, athletics, even the fucking occults club that barely just survives with three members- anything would’ve been better than becoming the manager of aoba seijoh’s volleyball team. hamartia had crashed down onto you earlier than you expected.

your last year of high school is pathetic. the only catharsis you can find is numbness- it’s easier to push away all the dark feelings that fester inside you. whore. cumdump. slut. only good for sucking dick. you almost become immune to the words groaned at you when they’re pounding into your cunt, fingers gripping your hair tight and tongue wet with the saliva they’d spat into your mouth. an everlasting torture. oikawa insisting on you coming round to his house, easily charming your parents and everyone else with a sweet smile so he can spend the weekend fucking your mouth or cunt- whichever he preferred. whenever he’s angry, upset, overjoyed- every emotion is bruised into your body when he uses it, soothing your sobs and pain by kissing away your tears and promising to make you cum because you’re so wet you must be enjoying it, you’re taking his cock so well, you’re so good for him. if it’s not oikawa, it’s iwaizumi’s taking he wants- demanding gruffly that he wants you. he’s always so rough, his grip bruising on your hips and your scalp burning as he tugs your hair back to leave a trace of bruises along your throat but he’s different- his sweet words afterwords aren’t laced with a malicious gleam, not like oikawa.

and of course, makki and mattsun aren’t done with you. you can always tell when it’s their turn, impended with the bright grins they flash at you or throwing their arms around your shoulders at practise. it’s funny how you look like a normal group of friends but you’re anything but- no group of friends force you into the empty locker room before a game, pushing you down onto your knees and forcing their thick lengths into your mouth one after the other till all you can taste is their cum. it’s no better after games, but you just always hope that they win so they can be nicer, they can at least make you cum after they’ve jacked off all over your teal tracksuit. but if they lose, hell swallows you in fiery flames when you’re a crying mess forced down onto two cocks ripping you apart, only your sobs are ignored for your face to get fucked.

the worse was after nationals. you’d cried with the rest of the team following their loss, when victory was snatched from their hands just as they were so close to tasting the sweetness of victory, but it wasn’t for the same reasons. it’s because you knew you were going to get ruined, be left a bruised aching cum-stained mess.

the day clubs end for the third years, you’ve never felt so much more relieved. tears of happiness well in the corners of your eyes when you’re forced into taking picturess with the team, oikawa’s grip on your arm burning but at least you’re free. free from this hell, free from him.

you never learn from being so naïve.

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Father Of My Child *Part 2*

Chris Halliwell X Reader

Word Count: 870

Requested: Anon

Request: I didn't request this but can you make a part 2 of father of my child. It was Chris from Charmed how he cheated on reader and she had a baby by Chris.

*Part 1*

Chris had stuck to his word and been around for your son, it was nice that he was there when you called and that he never had a problem with looking after your little boy when you needed to do something, there was no doubt that he was sorry for everything that he had done but the event that had brought about the need for an apology had brought something to your attention and that was that he couldn't be here forever, he had to go back to his time and you would have to explain to your son why his Dad wasn't there. This caused you to pull away, even more, you hadn't allowed him to get any closer than helping with your son so Chris was starting to feel like you were a stranger.

One night when you had been at home, Chris was with your son (Y/S/N) and you were in the kitchen cleaning after you had eaten, it was getting late, it was almost time for you to get (Y/S/N) to bed and it seemed that Chris thought the same "alright bud bedtime." You heard him say from the living room. "What? One more." He pleaded as he pointed to the TV, where the cartoons were playing. "No more." He shook his head and you heard your son make a noise of discontent before he looked over at the kitchen where you were cleaning. "Mum one more?" "No, it's bedtime like Dad said." You answered and he groaned. "Go get changed, Dad will help." "Okay Mum, you will come soon?" He asked. "Of course, I just have to finish a few things here." You gestured to the rest of the kitchen watching as he nodded before heading towards the stairs where Chris was waiting.

It only took you a couple more minutes before you got to your son's bedroom, when you did you saw that he was listening to a bedtime story. Your son noticed you before Chris did and when he did put his hand out to you making a grabbing motion, you walked over and pressed a kiss to his head as you squeezed his hand "sleep tight." You said softly as you sat down next to him smiling as you watched him fall asleep. You got up and went back downstairs after pressing another kiss to his forehead. You went back into the kitchen making yourself a drink as you leant against the counter, you heard Chris walk into the room but you didn't turn around, not even when you said "I guess you're leaving now." You said holding the cup in your hands to try and keep them warm. "I actually wanted to ask you about something first." He informed you, this caused you to finally turn to look at him. "What?" You asked. "I wanted to ask how you're doing?" He asked and you looked at the man. "I'm fine, why do you ask?" You didn't actually look him in the eye. "You just seem like you're pulling away again, I thought that you'd at least be able to look at me now." He said as he stepped a little closer. "At first I thought that you were still angry but when you do look at me it's not anger in your eyes, you look at me like I'm leaving like I'm going somewhere soon and there's nothing you can do to stop me." "Chris, you don't belong in this time, you know that eventually you are going to have to go back and you'll have to leave us again." You said. "(Y/N) I know that it's hard not to think about that but I promised that I wasn't going to leave, I'm not going back to my time until I find a way to travel freely between both." He answered. "Time doesn't work that way magic or not." You shook your head "you will never find something like that and you can't stay much longer, otherwise little you will remember. As angry as I am... was with what you did, I'm scared to lose you again." "Then maybe we can find a way to get you there." He suggested. "Get me to the future?" You asked. "How would that work?" "It's the only way that this is going to work, otherwise (Y/S/N) might be a little confused when his Dad starts walking around San Francisco with no memory of him." Chris shrugged and your hands tightened into a fist. "Do you still love me?" "Chris I wouldn't have been angry with you if I didn't love you." You answered honestly. "Do you love me enough to trust me with this?" He asked and as much as your brain wanted you to say no, no matter what happened Chris was always there to fix and had been for years now, so you nodded. "I trust you with everything." You answered honestly and he stepped forward, hands cradling your face. "I promise to keep this family together, so please don't give up on me." He pleaded and you finally looked up at him and you nodded before hugging him. "I won't, I promise." You said.

Requests and general question!

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝙳𝚘𝚐 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: (ANON) Hey! :)) You're very talented! So I'd dare to also send you a request with Bucky (I'm sorry) <3 Maybe one where you're dating but you're not an avenger, so you sometimes feel not good at all for him even though he always makes you feel special and he loves you more than anything. one time he comes from a mission to you waiting in his room, doubting again but he immediately tries getting this thought out of you and gives you his dog tags to prove he's yours forever and it's all cute then? :)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Smut 18+ (minors dni), Angst, Fluff, Insecure!Reader because some bitch was mean, Dog tags 😍

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 what the fuck that’s so fucking cute i can’t, thanks for the request bug!

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You sat on Bucky’s bed with your leg bouncing anxiously up and down. You just needed to see him and Steve texted you saying he was on his way back from his mission. Earlier today you were at the store when a gorgeous woman came up to you.

“Hi, excuse me, sorry,” she laughed.

“Do you by any chance know a guy named Bucky Barnes?”she smirked.

“Oh yeah, he’s uh...he’s my boyfriend,” you said somewhat shyly, you have no idea this woman was.

“Haha, I knew it. I remember seeing you two at one of Tony’s charity parties last week. Buck had his arm around your… waist,” she squinted her eyes rudely keeping a fake smile.

“Oh uh, yeah. We were there.”

“You know, Buck’s a real gentleman, and pleaser too,” she winked.

“Ok?” you said awkwardly; why is she still here?

“Buck and I didn’t date for long but boy those nights were for remembering,” she sighed; you couldn’t help but be quite jealous.

You and Bucky have been together for about seventh months, and they’ve been the best seven months. However you’d be lying if you hadn’t questioned your relationship once or twice, not Bucky but yourself. You weren’t the most beautiful blonde bombshell on the planet so of course you’d have your doubts that Bucky would find someone more beautiful.

“I’m just kidding with ya, babe,” she grabbed your arm.

“I should probably get going. My Bucky’s probably waiting for me,” you tried to push.

“He was mine first, aha,” she practically mocked.

“Well, he’s mine now; I’ll see ya,” you simply walked away, but not without catching the eye roll from the woman.

Now here you are waiting for Bucky to come home. How did Bucky go from dating her to you? What a major downgrade for him.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky opened the door to his room.

“Buck,” you hugged him tightly.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be; I just miss you,” you said.

“Then why were you crying,” he held you hand to lead you to sit on the bed.

“I wasn’t-” Bucky wiped a stray tear that slowly fell down your cheek.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I met someone,” you started. You completely worded horribly and the face Bucky made, pure terror and fear; all the lively color once there vanished.

“No! Oh my goodness. I worded that so badly! I meant to say that I ran into someone, but I don’t know who they were. This was the first time I’ve met them,” you cupped his face. He breathed out heavily, grateful that it was a misunderstanding.

“Who was it?” he chuckled holding your waist lovingly.

“I didn’t catch her name, but she was- she was blonde, she uh… she had big boobs,” you whispered the last part, making him laugh.

“Her eyes were green, she was pretty short and thin. She said she knew you, that you guys dated.”

“What? I never dated anyone since I left Hydra; I thought I told you that,” he explained.

“Really?”

“The last dame I dated was a woman named Dotty, she was kinda crazy,” he grinned.

“But I think I know who you’re talking about. There was a woman named Ashley and she’s pretty rich I guess, she came to Tony’s parties all the time. She’s a huge flirt and needless to say she more than once tried to get my pants. But ever since I met you I don’t think I’ve run into her. Maybe she got the point that I wasn’t interested,” he said.

“Well, I don’t think so. She tried to make it very clear that she ‘had you first’ and you gave her ‘nights to remember’,” you faux moaned to get your point across.

“Oh god, well that’s obviously not true. You are the only woman I’ve ever made love to,” he kissed you.

“It seemed so believable,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“Bucky, you could have anyone. And you chose me?”

“Yeah, I did. And it was the best fucking decision I’ve ever made.”

Hearing Bucky’s words made your stomach flip and your heart flutter. He got up and walked to the drawer beside his bed and pulled out his dog tags. He came back and kissed you softly before putting the tags over your head.

“I don’t want you thinking about that woman anymore, or any lies she told you alright?” you nodded.

“I missed my girl and I just wanna show her much,” he kissed and pushed you down onto the bed.

His hands moved under your shirt and Bucky’s lips kissed down the column of your neck. Your hands held his shoulders moving to cup his face. Bucky sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off quickly as did you. You were going to take the dog tags off but Bucky grabbed your wrists before you could.

He kissed the inside of your wrists and your palms. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your collarbones and neck. He unclasped your bra and tossed it aside letting you lay down again. He kissed your chest once again and trailed his lips down your front.

He slowly pulled your bottoms down and rid his own too and pumped his prominently hard cock. Your breathing quickened and the sight of Bucky as beautiful as he is made you wetter with each passing second. He towered over you once again with a gorgeous smile on his face.

You kissed him and felt the tip of Bucky’s cock teasing you, resting against your entrance without entering completely. Finally, Bucky’s hips pressed against yours and you gasped at the feeling of him filling you up.

Bucky whispered sweet nothings in your ear and he thrusted in and out of you. His fingers intertwined with yours pulling them above your head. He kissed you messily and you moaned into his mouth. Your legs wrapped around his hips pulling him closer.

“Fuck, Bucky. I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Go ahead, beautiful. Let go,” he rested his forehead against yours and you whined and moaned loudly, your orgasm ripping through you. He snapped his hips faster and you felt his cum coating your walls. His arms gave out and he buried his face into the crook of your neck; pressing light kisses to your slightly sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” you panted.

“I love you,” Bucky whispered.

“I love you too.”

Bucky rolled off you and stared at the tags still wrapped around your neck. His fingers played with the metal; the soft clanks being heard in the room along with both of your heavy breathing. His legs tangled themselves with yours and you just laid there watching play with the tags.

“I never want to see you take these off, ok?” Bucky whispered.

“I promise,” you smiled.

“I love you so much, doll. You mean the world to me,” Bucky cuddled you close.

“You mean the world to me too.”

You fell asleep in each other's arms, the last you felt were Bucky’s lips to your forehead and the coldness from his dog tags he gave you that told you in more than one way how much he loved you.

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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Big Bear- Clyde Logan x Reader

Request: So we all know how the best nickname for Clyde is Bear. But how about the first time reader called him that? It doesn’t have to be a whole fic, it can totally be a headcanon or just a thought! Love you! - anon

A/n: Ahhh I love this!!! And I love you for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Everything he does reminds you of a bear, but you’ve never told him. What happens when the little nickname slips one night?

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As soon as the comparison crosses your mind, it never leaves. It just makes so much sense. The way he get’s all huffy and rumbly in the mornings. Those pillowy lips of his pushed out into a pout and his eyes half closed yet sparkling when they see you. His grumbles will thunder down the halls as he tries to find you. Every morning it makes you think of a bear waking from hibernation a little too early. And every morning you’ll cup his cheek and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to that pout. And his pout will slowly turn into a small smile.

It’s the way his giant hand wraps around your own, in fact your whole hand can fit in his palm. When he offers his hand out to you, you have to bite back your giggles at how he seems so similar to a bear offering his paw. And it’s not only his hands, it’s also his feet. Those large feet carrying him all around the world and barely fitting into his shoes. They also remind you of paws.

Then it’s the way he hugs you. Those big arms wrapping around your form and pulling you into a strong chest. If he’s behind you, he will rest his chin on the top of your head. Most often he’ll let an overdue sigh escape and relax around you, content with your touch. And if you could see his face, you would see closed eyes and a lazy smile. But if he’s facing you, then a kiss is pressed to your forehead before you are fully pulled in. Then he’ll tug you impossibly close to him and nearly tuck you away into his embrace. Your arms wrap around his waist and slide under his shirt, your nails lightly scratching at his back. Shivers will run up and down his spine and you’ll be pulled even closer, a purr vibrating from beneath his chest.

It’s also the way he eats. It’s like you never feed the man or like he’s never eaten before. He will shove as much as food as he can into his mouth and eat it so quickly. It’s a miracle he hasn’t choked and died yet. But you don’t mind it as much when he’ll give you a thumbs up, his eyes closed from happiness, and a smile with his cheeks puffed out with your cooking concoctions.

But all that good hearty food leads him to look like a bear. His shoulders are wide and nearly take up an entire doorway, muscle cushioning the bone and making a perfect spot for your head to lean on. His chest is broad and strong, pecs pulled taut and slightly protruding from his favorite (and your favorite) shirts. But when he takes those long deep breaths, he swells with air and grows before your eyes, you can’t deny the heat that rises to your cheeks.

However, your most favorite part (if you can even choose) is his tummy. It’s so soft that you literally cannot wait to run your hands over it every night. He’s fed well and you love that it shows. He used to hate it when you first started dating. You would wake up to find him gone, putting himself through various workouts, trying to burn it off. But over years of you telling him how much you love it and how it’s nothing to be ashamed of, he’s grown to like it. It tells you that he’s healthy and loved. And you both know he can’t refuse your baking, especially when you make those gooey apple pies.

The funniest comparison you’ve found though, is the way he sits. The way his entire body will fill any chair and his shoulders kind of slump. But it’s most apparent when he sits backwards on chairs, large thighs surrounding the back and his arms resting on his knees. One time when the two of you were watching a National Geographic Documentary on bears, they showed a scene of a bear sitting in a field. You happened to have looked over at Clyde during that scene, and had to bite your lips to stop from laughing. He was sitting in the exact same position. Your head went back and forth from the TV screen to your man bear on the couch, giggles hidden behind your hands. You could have put their pictures next to one another and said “Spot the difference.” Although, that wouldn’t have really worked because there was no difference.

But there’s something about how warm and cozy he is that really puts the icing on the cake. Countless nights you have found him on the couch, book in his large paw and cooling mug of tea on the small coffee table. And countless times he’s just lifted his arms as you’ve crawled onto his lap, he’ll set his book down on the armrest and drape a blanket around you, tucking in all the corners. Then, without a word, he’ll go back to his book and his arms will hold you close. Sometimes, if you ask, he’ll read aloud to you, deep voice grumbling out poetry and old english in his little drawl. You can feel it rumbling around in his chest and it draws your eyelids to shut. The scent of woods and faint cigarettes mixed with the warmth of his embrace makes you fall asleep in seconds. You’ll nuzzle further into his hold and his shortened forearm will trail up and down your back, caressing you as you drift off.

In your mind, clyde is a bear and there is no other option.

However, you haven’t told him of this comparison yet. Pet names aren’t uncommon between the two of you, he’s always calling you one, “Sweetpea, suga’ plum, sweet’eart, and his favorite, darlin’.” But something about comparing him to a wild animal is keeping you from telling him. Maybe it's the fear of him not liking it, maybe it’s just embarrassment, whatever it is, you don’t know.

The first time it slipped was a late night at the bar. Clyde made you fancy cocktails that were way too good and he looked even better. Your thoughts started to come out unfiltered and you could tell he was getting a kick out of it.

“Darlin’ I think that’s enough fer ya.” He said with a chuckle making his voice even deeper.

You let your lips push into a pout as you stared up at him with your best version of puppy dog eyes. “But bear, I’m already going home with you, one more won’t hurt.”

He froze, eyes widening but after a second he shook his head and let a small smile take over his face. “No more fer ya darlin’. I’m sorry, but you’ll thank me in the mornin’.”

The two of you never spoke about it.

Well, you didn't speak about it for three days.

He was curled around you that morning, dead to the world as his snores thundered through the house. (Even his snores sound like a bear’s!) You wiggled out of his hold and padded into the kitchen, starting to prepare all the ingredients for omelettes. Mindlessly you hummed a little tune and started to chop some bell peppers.

Suddenly an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you away from the counter, lifting you into the air. You scream and start to kick your legs before loud chuckles come from behind you. Realizing who it is you relax in his hold and frown.

“Clyde, I had a knife.”

“Darlin’ if that's how you fight against a bear, I’ll never be able to take ya campin.”

The amusement is loud and clear in his voice. You know you’ve been caught.

“What do you mean bear? I don’t see any bears.” When worse comes to worst, what do you do?

Play dumb.

It’s also not your fault he sprung this upon you in the early morning. Your brain’s not even awake yet.

He sets you down and you turn around in his hold, eyes wide with faux innocence. His own eyes slightly narrow, but a small smile stays on his lips.

“Hmm.” He stares down at you, silently testing your acting abilities. “Some little birdie told me that ya think I’m a bear.”

“Well obviously the birds around here are terrible at gossip!” You cross your arms and turn back to your peppers.

He lets out a loud hearty laugh. Then he wraps his arms around your waist and sets his chin on top of your head, watching as you try to not fumble and fluster under his gaze.

“I just wanna know why ya said it? And why you’re now denyin’ it.”

You sigh and set the knife down on the counter, looking up and out the small window above the counter. “Promise me you won’t laugh at me?”

“I promise.”

Everything in you screams at you to not tell him. But he said he promised and you know that eventually it would come up again, so why not tell him now?

��Ikindathinkyouactandlooklikeabearsoinmyheadit’sbecomeanicknameforyou.”

He takes a second to think over what you said so quickly. You can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. But with each second that passes, the anxiety bubbles up further in your stomach.

“I like it.”

That is the last thing you expected him to say. “You like it?”

He turns you around so he can look at you. “Yeah, it makes me feel like I can protect ya better. Like a bear.”

Your cheeks hurt from your smile. “Really?”

He swoops down and presses his lips to your own. “Yeah.” His own lips are pulled into a smile. “I’ve got ya darlin’ and now you’ve got yer bear.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press another kiss to his lips. “My big bear.”

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So yeah, I totally was swooning the entire time I was writing this! I hope you enjoyed!

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miyuwuki · 3 years

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can we get heavy angst with miyuki🤠

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK, ANON. i will try my best to make this angsty. i think the best way i can write this is through my own experience. enjoy! :D

part two can be found here

warnings: angst

miyuki kazuya x reader

prioritizing happiness

it felt like a dream in the beginning; the way you two would talk for hours, the way you fit into his embrace whenever baseball practice had finished, the way he said those three short but meaningful words to you every single day. you and miyuki definitely had something special and it was perfect— absolutely perfect. every single day was something different; you never got bored of him, and you only craved more and more by the minute.

but you wondered if it was the same for you.

as the days went by, a bunch arguments started to rise between you two. at first it was the text messages and how his replies were slow, and then it was the neglecting of every single time he had the chance to see you. the first couple times miyuki has blown you off, you’ve just let it slide just because you knew how rough baseball practice can get. but eventually the efforts came to a stop too, and all those profound conversations, long hugs and even those three words came at a halt. every bicker was about something so petty, something so small, and eventually you and miyuki grew tired of it.

“i’m asking just for a bit of your time, kazuya!” you breathed, running your fingers through your hair. “you don’t even see me anymore, and you can’t even reply to my texts! is it bad that i just want to spend a bit of time with you? my boyfriend?”

“i told you, i’m busy. i need to show coach that i’m capable in practice, y/n, don’t you understand?” miyuki replied, sitting on the bottom bunk of the beds in his dorm. he put his head in his hands, tired of repeating the same things to you over and over again. “i’m tired of this, y/n.”

“you don’t think i’m tired too, kazuya? i stay up waiting for you to text me back, and when i try to see you, you don’t even acknowledge me! and for what? for nothing.” tears start to form in your eyes and you turned away, not wanting to cry in front of him. you were frustrated at him, at yourself, at everything that came to be. why universe? why?

the only sounds thing that filled the dorm were your sobs. you tried to calm yourself down using the breathing techniques miyuki has taught you before, but that only reminded you of the days he would hold you, telling you to inhale and exhale whenever you felt anxious. you wanted it to work out with miyuki, but you didn’t know if it was worth your happiness. you really didn’t know.

“we should break up, y/n.” miyuki whispered, sniffling. he took off his glasses to wipe his eyes and ambled towards you. your heart dropped, and you felt like your whole body was sinking under a giant boulder. you felt his presence behind you, but you didn’t turn around. you could only think, break up? we’re going to separate? we’re actually breaking up..?

you felt him turn you around to face him, but that only made you cry even harder. your wails became louder and louder, and the tears resembled waterfalls that were falling from your face.

“we can fix this, kazuya. we can-”

“y/n.”

“we can work this out! i can be less clingy, and you can-”

“we can’t, y/n.”

you looked up at him, your eyes glassy, reflecting his face right back at him. miyuki’s chest ached at the sight of your broken figure, feeling sorry that he was the reason for your unhappiness and melancholy. he softly wrapped his arms around you for an embrace and inhaled a long breath of your tear-stained hair.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be a good boyfriend for you. i’m so sorry for all the nights you cried yourself to sleep, for the anxiety i’ve caused, and most of all, i’m sorry for not taking care of you.” miyuki mumbled, his voice shaking from his crying. “i couldn’t make you happy all the way.”

the tears wouldn’t stop, but somehow you knew he was right. no matter how much you were willing to try and fix all the nooks and crannies of the imperfections, this relationship was just too damaged to the point of no return. suddenly you thought about all the memories you made with him; from the movie nights, baseball games, dates— you could only reminisce and wish to go back. you hugged him back and cried into his shoulder, really feeling his embrace one last time.

“i wish i can go back,” you said into his shirt, “i wish we could work this out, kazuya.”

he hummed in response, “me too, y/n. me too.” he let go and took a hold of your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs. his eyes were red, and his hair was sticking up in all kinds of directions. this is the last time you’d get to be so close to miyuki like this.

he leaned in and kissed you; but not the kind where it was passionate and pugnacious, the kind where it was soft and gentle. like a feather’s tips slowly fawning over your pair. the one that he gave you in the beginnings of your relationship, where everything felt like a dream. you leaned into the kiss, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips on yours for the final time. he parted away after a while and kept his forehead next to yours. “i’ll always love you, y/n. you’ve done so much for me, and for that i’ll never forget you, okay?”

you frowned, hearing your heart crack in your eardrums. it’s been a while since you’ve heard him say those words, and knowing that you’ll never hear it again, the lump in your throat formed. this really is the last time. you managed to reply in a sob, your stuffed nose making your voice sound muffled, “same for you, kazuya. i’ll always love you, forever. i mean that.” you tightened your grip on him before you pulled away and packed your things. as you headed towards the door, trying to get rid of your sobs into the air, you heard him say something. it was very soft, but still audible.

“be happy, y/n. just be happy. goodbye, and be safe. thank you for everything.”

i hope this was angsty enough for you! :( would appreciate some feedback! thank you for the idea again :)

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years

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You’re My Home

Legolas x human!reader

Requested: Yes! Anon asked for prompts 6 and 25 from my 250 followers sleepover (which was ages ago, sorry for the delay!!).

Prompts: “Your hair is really soft” and “You should probably go home”/”I’m already home.”

Warnings: none, fluffiest fluffy fluff, Legolas declarating his love for you throughout the entire fic

A/N: Slowly working my way through my ask box! Also Thranduil is reasonable in my fics, so he approves of his son courting a human.

Legolas hurried through the corridors of his father’s palace, cursing himself for being so ignorant. He passed numerous servants and nobles but didn’t stop to greet them as he probably should considering his title; too anxious to get to you.

He should have known something was wrong. It wasn’t unusual for you to miss a meal since you had a habit of losing track of time, especially when you were painting. So he didn’t think much of it when you weren’t present at breakfast. When you also missed lunch, there weren’t any alarm bells ringing in his head. He did make a mental note to visit you later that day, maybe sneak some food from the kitchens. Perks of being part of the royal family, he smiled to himself. But he still wasn’t worried.

How could he be so stupid?

It was only when the afternoon meeting with his father’s council was interrupted by one of the kingdom’s healers who rushed to Thranduil’s side, that Legolas started to suspect something was wrong.

The healer spoke a few hushed words to his father, but he heard them. You were sick, with a fever so high you were starting to get delirious. They were doing all they could to bring the fever down, but it didn’t seem to work. You were asking for Legolas, otherwise the healer wouldn’t have interrupted his King’s meeting, he apologized. His father casted a quick glance towards him, and Legolas was surprised to see a hint of worry in his eyes. Thranduil immediately dismissed his son from the meeting so he could go see his intended.

Legolas and you were courting, but it was all still very new. You obviously spend a lot of time together, but since you weren’t married yet you both lived in your own quarters. It wasn’t uncommon to only see each other at nightfall. He should have paid you a visit right after breakfast…

It was too late to beat himself up for it, he thought while he flew through the different hallways. But by the Valar, he had already screwed up and you weren’t even married yet.

He ran to the healing wing, but you weren’t there. One of the healers on duty told him you were being treated in your own room. Before he could finish his sentence, Legolas had already bolted out of the hall.

Upon reaching your living quarters, Legolas took a few breaths to calm his nerves. He knocked three times, tapping his foot anxiously while he waited for someone to open the door. He could’ve just barged in, but what if you weren’t decent? He was not risking it.

After what seemed like forever the door opened, and a healer assistant let him in. Legolas rushed into your chambers, straight to your bedroom but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.

You were lying in your bed covered in multiple blankets and furs. On your night stand there were several empty glasses and vials, plates with crushed herbs and a pitcher with water.

He slowly made his way towards you and took the chair where you had carelessly thrown your clothes on the night before, so he could sit next to your bed.

“We gave her something to calm down and hopefully lower the fever,” the assistant spoke up. “The healer will be back soon to check in on her, Hîr nîn.” (My Lord)

He thanked the elleth, and she left them to give them some privacy.

Legolas stared at your face for a moment, you looked peaceful with your eyes closed but he knew better. Every now and then a shiver went through your body, but your cheeks were flaming red from the fever.

“Oh nínim,” he sighed, stroking a few hairs of your forehead. (Snowdrop – (it’s a flower)) You opened your eyes and smiled weakly, turning your head towards him.

“Hey,” you croaked. “You’re here.”

He returned your smile and kissed your hair, his lips lingering a little longer than usual. “Of course. I only wish you had called for me sooner.”

“You had important meetings to attend.”

“Y/N, the only thing that is truly important is you. You matter more to me than anything else,” he said, his voice strained because how could you even think you weren’t important to him. He loved you more than he could ever express in words. He reached for your hand and wrapped his own hands around it, kissing your knuckles.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” you sighed and turned your head slightly, staring at the ceiling.

“Right, and getting my meeting interrupted by a panicked healer doesn’t make me worried at all,” he said, quirking an eyebrow. “You should’ve told me, nínim.”

“I will be fine by tomorrow, you’ll see. It’s just a cold or something, maybe the flu. I’ll survive.”

A healer came in to check on you shortly after, and gave you something to sleep.

Once your eyes were closed and your breathing evened out, he turned towards Legolas.

“This will hopefully bring down her fever as well, I’m not that experienced with humans I’m afraid. I’ve send a message to Lord Elrond for advice, just in case.”

Legolas thanked the healer and after he promised not to tire her out too much, he was allowed to stay. Not that they would ever forbid their own prince access to your room, they wouldn’t succeed anyway. Nothing could keep him away from you, if he had anything to do with it.

He kept a close eye on you while you slept.

You were officially courting for just a few weeks now, but Legolas was already hopelessly in love with you. What happened today only confirmed it. The mere thought he could lose you tore him apart. A few years ago, he never would have thought he could love someone so deeply, let alone a human. And yet here he was, completely at your mercy.

He stayed by your side for the next two days.

The healers and assistants visited regularly, bringing your medicines and checking your temperature. On the second day, Thranduil had even come by for a short visit to see how you were doing.

Luckily, the potions they gave you seemed to work, your temperature was slowly turning back to normal.

You woke up every now and then, but not longer than a few minutes before another potion made you doze off again. During those little minutes, Legolas made sure to tell you how much he loved you and that he would stay with you, no matter what.

One of the assistant healers had told you probably wouldn’t remember what he said because of the many potions you were taking, but Legolas didn’t care.

During the fourth day, he finally gave in to his own fatigue and fell asleep in his chair; his head and arms on your bed, your hand still clasped firmly in his own.

When he woke up, he felt someone stroking his hair.

His head shot up and he glanced your way, only to stare into your bright (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Your hair is really soft,” you smile. “You have to tell me your secret.”

“Y/N!” he gasped. “Nínim, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

His hands flew towards your forehead and cheeks, to check your temperature. You felt cooler than the previous days and he sighed in relief.

“Better,” you smiled, and right that moment your stomach decided to growl loudly. “And hungry.”

Legolas chuckled. “I’m glad to hear. I’ll send someone to the kitchens for some soup and I’ll let the healers know you’re awake.”

Before he could leave the room, one of the healers entered. He was happy to see you were awake and doing better. You were allowed to eat some light food and drink lots of water, but you needed to stay in bed for at least one more day.

When the healer left, you made room in the bed for Legolas.

He gladly accepted your invitation, and took you in his arms, your head on his chest.

“Have you been here the entire time?”

He nodded, and kissed your lips softly. “I guess you should probably go home then,” you pouted, reluctant to let him go.

“Nínim nîn, I’m already home… as long as I’m with you.”

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worminstuff · 3 years

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hey luv !! your ficus are so good and one of the few things giving me serotonin rn. if it’s not to much trouble, could you do number 20, panic attack, with sapnap because ive been struggling with those lately. tysm !

i wasn’t going to write today, because i’ve also been feeling a bit down, and it’s a bit of a busy day, but for an ask like this i cant say no.

i know you guys don’t know me personally but if you ever need anything (even if it’s an ask like this) please let me know! i won’t mind at all! i love all of you wit my whole heart!!!! i hope you feel better anon, panic attacks are hard, but it’ll all be good once it’s over! and they never last forever! and i’m glad my writing makes you a lil happy, that means so much!!!!!

sorry for all that,,,, here it is!!

Sapnap x reader

tw: panic attack

^^^^^^^^

You were sat on the floor of your bedroom, trembling and overwhelmed. You couldn’t pin point what exactly was causing this panic episode this time, but that could just be because of your panicked thoughts.

Your phone was buzzing, it seemed like it had been forever. With a trembling hand, you reached for your phone. The bright light of your lockscreen lit up your face in your dark room.

20 missed calls from nick❤️

10 missed calls from green man🐢

9 missed calls from sam🙃

15 messages from nick❤️

12 messages from green man🐢

And the list went on, texts from wilbur, from tubbo, and even tommy.

You’d been offline for about 2 or 3 days (you lost count) and everyone was getting worried. You weren’t going to look at any of the texts, as your vision was seeming to blur, until you caught a glimpse of one.

I’m coming over.

It was from Nick. The thought of someone seeing you right now sent your brain into another spiral.

What was he gonna think after he saw what a mess you’d become?

Your thoughts were interrupted quickly when you heard the jingle of keys and your front door open. You’d forgot nick had his own key.

Heavy steps moving quickly through your house brought the gentle giant to your doorway suddenly.

Looking up at him through an ocean of tears you could faintly see his face fall.

His heart broke at the sight of you, instantly he moved over to where you were, sitting behind you with his legs on either side of you. Before wrapping his arms around you he asked gently,

“Can i touch you? Or no touch?” He was quiet, not wanting you to get startled. With only a nod from you he understood and gently pulled you to his chest.

No further words where spoken as he held you through the worst of it, your heaving breath and shakes didn’t cause him to move a bit.

He waited a bit for it to slow, breathing with you, trying to steady your breath. After it was sort of steady, less of hyperventilation, he rested his head on yours.

“Can i run a bath? Or are we hungry? We can go for a ride too...or we can take a nap..or if you wanna call Nikki or Will..I know they usually help with these..” Nick wanted to give you anything and everything. If you asked him to buy tickets to florida to see clay, right now with those teary eyes and shivery hands, he would hand you his wallet instantly.

You turned, slowly, facing him now. You held his large hand in yours, looking at his hands. He lifted one Tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear.

“Did you edit the video you needed done for today?” You looked up at him finally.

He chuckled softly shaking his head. How could you possibly be thinking of that right now.

“I did but it doesn’t matter, what do you need right now bub? How bout some water to start? With some ice maybe?” He stroked your cheek softly, a small smile on his face.

You nodded a bit but when he started to get up a small whimper left your mouth.

“Cant be here and getting you water babe..I’ll be right back I promise.” He gave you a little kiss on your forehead and then got up slowly and made his way out of the room.

Once he came back he sat in front of you, putting the water down gently inbetween you both.

“After some water how about a nap? You look like you haven’t been sleeping good..” his hand gently laid on your knee, rubbing it softly.

You took a sip of the water and nodded shakily.

You both sat as you drank your water in a comfortable silence, until your phone was ringing again. Before you could look at it, Nick grabbed it, glancing at the screen.

“It’s clay. He’s really worried too, how about I answer and just let him know I’m here so he calms down” he laughed a little, and you nodded.

As he answered you could hear clay faintly,

“Oh my god! You finally answered, jesus Y/n I am so worried, so is nick. You need to call him. He’s been a total utter WREC-“

“HEY! Woah there, I’m fine actually but thanks. Y/n’s okay too, I’m with her. Just wanted you to know she’s okay.” Nick cut him off before he went further.

You sort of tuned out the rest of their convo after finishing the water. You slowly scooted a tad closer to Nick, cuddling yourself to his chest. He wrapped his free arm around you holding you tightly. Once he finished talking to Clay, he wrapped his other arm around you.

“I was so worried..next time..try, I know it’s hard but send me something, just a letter and I’ll know. I’ll be here so fast. I don’t care what I’m doing. I’m always free for you. I mean it.”

You only could respond with a nod, and he knew you understood.

^^^

everything will be ay okay, i love you an no matter what you did today I’m also proud of you. Breathing is a hard task yk.

#sapnap fanfiction #sapnap fanfic #sapnap #sapnap x reader #dreamsmp fanfic #dream team fanfic #dreamteam #dream team

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bloodorangesoup · 3 years

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Work Song | B.B.

Request: Have you ever heard work song by hozier? It gives me such bucky vibes 🥺 like imagine him waking up from a nightmare & singing it to calm him down

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.05k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, bad singing (unless you can actually sing), Bucky being a big softy

My Masterlist

Notes: Anon you need to name yourself cause you obviously have good taste in music and I kinda want some moots on here. This song is so perfect for Bucky. I truly appreciate the suggestion, it gives me inspiration of what to write while procrastinating on works in progress <3

You were awoken when the sheets and comforter were yanked off of you, shocking you awake with the chill of the night air. You squinted your eyes open only to be faced with Bucky’s back as he was sat up in bed. You could see by the rhythmic curling of his spine that he was breathing fast and heavy, prompting you to sit up with him.

“Baby,” you groaned as you stretched your back and faced him, “you alright?”

His eyes stared forward, expressionless, until he snapped out of it and looked at you with a worried face. It was almost as if Bucky hadn’t even noticed you had sat up until he heard your voice. You wanted to kiss in between his eyebrows to smooth the lines that the furrow of them had formed. You leaned towards him and laid your hand on his back, feeling the expansion and deflation of his breathing, it had calmed a bit but you could feel the still rapid beating of his heart. He opened his mouth for a second, hesitating before releasing a breath and answering.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. Sorry I woke you up. There's still a couple hours left before you have to get up, lay back down.” He said, motioning with his head towards your pillow. You simply shook your head and dragged your hand from his back up to his neck and around to his cheek. He leaned his head into your cupped palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your touch gave him.

“Can we cuddle then?” You asked, more for him than you. It was an unspoken declaration in the air of “you’re a terrible liar,” but by now in your relationship, Bucky knew that if he wanted to talk about his nightmares, you were always there and ready to listen. If he didn’t want to talk then you could at least try to get him back to sleep or calm his nerves.

He answered you with a nod. You grabbed his pillow and stacked it on top of your own, giving you a cushion to comfortably lay down with your back slightly elevated. He understood what to do and without hesitation crawled over to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, laying halfway on top of you and resting his cheek on the top of your breast, right over your heart. Both your bodies shifted a few times until they found the perfect interlock with each other, sinking down into the bed.

“Do you remember that song I showed you the other day, the one you said you really liked?” You didn’t know where you were trying to go with this conversation, but you figured that getting him sleepy again would be hard, so talking about whatever came to your head might help put him down. Bucky could feel the vibrations of your voice all throughout your chest. He wished in that moment that the two of you could stay like this forever, that he could feel your sweet voice like this for the rest of his life.

“The “take me to church” one?”

“Yeah, that one. The dude who sings that has another song I really love, it makes me think of you whenever I hear it.”

“What’s it called?” He mumbled weakly. You gave him a squeeze and continued.

“Work Song.”

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed against your chest, waiting a moment before speaking, “could you sing it for me, doll?”

“If you want, but I can’t promise it’ll sound pretty,” you answered with a breathy chuckle. You wanted to comfort Bucky, but you definitely weren’t a singer. It was difficult enough to be in tune with songs, you weren’t sure you could even manage with half his body resting on you.

“It doesn’t have to sound pretty, if you sing it it’ll be perfect. Please?”

It took Bucky a long time to be okay with asking for things and accepting that receiving favors didn’t equate to weakness. You knew that him asking you to do this for him was hard and you weren’t going to let him down.

“Alright.” You cleared your throat and breathed in before exhaling quickly, cutting the words out of your mouth as your brain tried to think of how the song goes.

“Well, it starts with a low piano note and this soft clap, and there's a harmony that goes ‘hmmm, hmm mmm’ and then another clap and ‘hmm mmm’,” you explained, emphasizing every clap with a light tap if your hand on his back. You looked down at him and lifted your other hand, weaving yo fingers through his hair to gently move back and forth over his scalp. You looked back up to the ceiling with your eyes open, imagining how the stars would look if the roof was gone.

“And that part goes on for a bit…” you said into the silence of the room. As you explained, Bucky had shifted his head to rest the underside of his chin flush against your chest and looked up at you. Due to the way your face looked up he couldn’t see it completely, but he could see how the light of the moon pouring into the room cast a glow across your cheekbones and jaw. He watched as you fumbled through the intro, trying to explain to him how the different sounds come together, and he swore you had never looked more beautiful.

He drank in the way the hums of the song rattled under his chin, how you would pause for a few moments trying to think of what came next in the song. He felt your heartbeat against his throat and the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you would take before letting out another hum. He was right, you could be singing any song and it would be perfect.

“And then he starts singing, he goes,” you took in a breath before singing.

“‘Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat’

“‘There's nothin' sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me’.”

He noted how the corners of your mouth tilted upward at that last line. You weren’t singing it exactly as the song went, the melody was a bit off and the pitch was much lower than it was supposed to be, but Bucky felt like every word you sang floated out into the world, carrying its refreshing life and coolness into his soul.

“And then there's this really deep bass note that hits and then the chorus goes,

“‘When, my, time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her’.”

Bucky thought of how he always seemed to crawl back to you. For once, he didn’t feel guilty for his presence in your life. He relished in the feeling of having you under him, in the knowledge that of all the people in the world, you would let him crawl home to you. If he had to crawl to someone, he would thank any and all higher powers that it was you.

“And then the song gets lighters and the hums come back,” you mumbled.

“‘Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib’

“‘And I was burning up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear, I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did’.”

Memories swirled around in Bucky’s head of all the times he felt like ending it all. He knew he was perfectly capable of doing it, but there was always a stubborn sliver of hope splintered in his head that prevented him from going through with anything. He didn’t like to think back to those times, but hearing the words leave your lips made it clear to him that you were the sliver of hope, some force of the universe had kept him around long enough to reach you and hold on. He closed his eyes and listened as you gently worked through the chorus twice more.

“‘My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me’.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he thought of how unconditionally you cared for him. You weren’t blind to the troubles that came with loving someone like him, with accepting what he did and offering him sanctuary from himself. He didn’t know if he would ever be sure of the idea that he deserved love, but he was okay with being selfish if it meant having you by his side.

“‘When I was kissin' on my baby

And she'd put her love down, soft and sweet

In the low lamp light, I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me’.”

Tears had started to well in Bucky’s eyes. He looked up once again at your face, delicately bathed in moonlight, and thought of how he looked in the light, how you both looked together in the light. If you looked so beautiful and lovely, maybe he could too. He didn't feel exposed or ugly, he felt safe, he felt free. He was overwhelmed with emotion. His heart was pounding and he was choked up, he had never felt as completely and dramatically in love with you as he did in that moment.

You wrapped up the song, carrying it out with the same hums and claps that brought it in. Looking down, you saw Bucky’s face buried in the space between your breasts and could hear a sharp intake of breath, indicating that he was crying. You ran your hand that had been tapping his back up and down his spine. You took your hand from his hair and used it to push his disheveled hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, causing him to look up at you.

To Bucky, you looked like an angel. You both laid in silence, looking into each other's eyes, while Bucky simply hugged you closer and let his tears fall freely. You leaned down and placed a few gentle kisses on his forehead. He finally settled his breathing and sniffled a few times before speaking, he was ready to talk.

“I’ve killed enough people,” he sniffled before continuing, his voice croaky, “I’ve killed enough people to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.” He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling too shameful to keep looking at you.

You sank down lower in the sheets and tightened your hold on him, bringing his face and body up and closer to you.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I wish there was more I could do.” You finally let go of the few tears building in your eyes, letting them roll down your cheeks to the corner of your lips.

“You’re here. You love me. That’s all I need,” he let out with a sob. You nodded your head and tugged on his body, signaling to him to come up.

He shifted himself higher in the bed, his face coming parallel to yours. You snaked your hand around his neck and craned him to look into your eyes. You observed the glassiness of them and how it accentuated the bright blueness within them. You thought of how, even when he was sobbing, he looked more beautiful than ever.

“I love you so much, y/n” he whispered with shaky breaths.

“I love you too, Buck, more than anything.”

You pulled him completely into you, your swollen lips gliding against one another, mixing your salty tears. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones, feeling how beautiful he was even with your eyes closed. You both pulled back slowly, only far enough to rest your foreheads together.

“I love you.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #Spotify

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bex-la-get · 3 years

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A Very Important Question (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Natalie Cusack

Special Appearance: Sienna Trinh

Word count: 2012

Summary: Ethan has a very important question for Nat.

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the anon who asked if I had written Ethan and Nat’s proposal story. Surprisingly, I had not so, of course, I had to rectify that immediately. Hope you enjoy it! 😘 Also this is unedited so sorry in advance for mistakes.

Ethan was acting weird.

He was constantly stepping away from work to attend meetings off-site, closed his laptop anytime someone walked by, and seemed to be in a constant state of anxiety. Whenever Natalie tried to talk to him about it, he always brushed it off, reassuring her he was fine.

“I’m just under a lot of stress, Nat, that’s all. Being Chief is more involved than I realized,” he would say.

Natalie wasn’t convinced.

“I don’t know, Si. I’m worried about him,” Nat said one night when getting drinks with Sienna. “You don’t think he’s having money trouble and he’s trying to hide it from me, do you?”

Sienna furrowed her brows. “You mean like gambling debts? That doesn’t seem like Ethan.”

Natalie shrugged. “I know it doesn’t. I’m just grasping at straws here. Trying to make sense of it all.”

Sienna squeezed Natalie’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t look too much into it, Nat. He’s probably just stressed; lord knows Bloom doesn’t make things easy and the Chief’s job is pretty demanding.”

Nat sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Si.”

“Anytime.”

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When Nat returned home that night, she found Ethan sitting on the sofa, watching an old black-and-white movie. His eyes lit up when he spotted her and he jumped off the couch to greet her. “Hey you.”

“Hi,” she smiled.

Ethan pulled her close and kissed her softly, smiling as Natalie immediately relaxed in his arms. “I missed you,” he said, pulling away.

“I just saw you a few hours ago,” she replied.

“I know and then I went several hours without seeing you and I missed you terribly during that time.”

She laughed and caressed his cheek with her hand. “Well, I missed you too.” Her brows furrowed and she stepped closer to him. “Are you okay? You’ve been so stressed this past week; I’m worried about you.”

His eyes softened and he nodded. “I know; I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. This-- this whole thing with being Chief and trying to navigate my new responsibilities while still having to answer to Bloom has been overwhelming. And I kind of bottled it up; I know I have no reason to, it’s just-- just an old habit, I guess.”

Natalie smiled understandingly. “I know, I’m quite familiar with those old habits of yours.” He chuckled and she nuzzled his nose with hers. “You don’t have to bottle it up anymore, my love. I’m here for you, always. And I want to support you through everything, be it good or bad. I’ve got you.”

He held her close and rested his forehead against hers. “Thank you; I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Just talk to me, okay? Even if it’s minor, I always want you to feel like you can come to me.”

“I will, I promise.” His forehead still resting against hers, he closed his eyes and held her close for a long moment, just enjoying having her in his arms. He was fully aware of how lucky he was to have her and while it killed him to lie to her, he hoped she’d forgive him when she realized the reason why.

Nuzzling her nose with his, he moved to kiss her forehead then looked at her. “Are you hungry? There’s some leftovers in the fridge I can heat up.”

She smiled and nodded. “That sounds great. Let me change though, these jeans have overstayed their welcome.”

He chuckled and watched as she made her way to the bedroom. “Hey,” he called. She turned and looked at him expectantly and he smiled. “I love you.”

She grinned. “I love you more.”

“Never.”

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Ethan looked around the apartment, triple checking his packing list in case he missed something. They were only going to be gone for the weekend but he needed to make sure that nothing was missing or left behind. This had to go perfectly; and with a lot of luck, it would. But that assumed he remembered everything-- did he pack enough underwear? What about the wine, is the wine in the cooler? Ring. The ring’s in his suitcase. Should he double check again?

The lock in the front door turned and Ethan had a brief moment of panic before shaking it off. He’d been preparing for this for over a week, everything was set. He just needed to remember to breathe.

Nat smiled at Ethan as she walked in. “Hey you.”

Ethan visibly relaxed and returned her smile. “Hi. How was lunch with Sienna?”

“Good! We got our nails done too. Lookie!” She extended her hand out to him and he admired the bright red she had chosen. He tried not to lose himself in the visual of a diamond ring on the very hand he was looking at, instead focusing on the color. Don’t give it away!

He cleared his throat and smiled. “Very pretty. Good color choice.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling. Then, noticing the duffle bag that sat on the couch behind him, she furrowed her brows. “Are you going somewhere?”

“We are,” he corrected. “We’re taking the weekend off and going to Martha’s Vineyard, just the two of us. And Jenner.”

She smiled. “Really? Wait, I’m supposed to work tomorrow!”

Ethan shook his head. “Not anymore. I cleared your schedule and got your shifts covered. You’re free until Tuesday. Perks of dating the Chief.” He winked.

She raised her eyebrows. “Thank you, Ethan; that’s so sweet of you. But… what’s the occasion? I’m not forgetting an anniversary, am I?”

He chuckled. “No; I just thought we could both do with a weekend off. I hope it’s okay that I decided that?” The thought suddenly crossed his mind that she might object to having a trip suddenly sprung on her without warning.

She smiled and quelled his nerves with a gentle kiss. “It’s more than okay. Thank you for being so thoughtful.”

“Anything for you, my love.” He pointed to the duffle bag. “Everything’s already packed, we just need to get it all into the car. Will you leash Jenner?”

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Their first night in Martha’s Vineyard had been relaxing and romantic. After arriving at the AirBnB Ethan had rented, the two had gone out to dinner and enjoyed a quiet date overlooking the beach. Nat had looked beautiful in her sundress and windblown hair, her smile lighting up the entire patio. If Ethan hadn’t left the ring at the house, he might’ve proposed just then. But he had put too much planning into this proposal, damn it, he wasn’t about to ruin it all with an impulse, no matter how tempted he was.

After a lazy Saturday morning stumbling around the house, Ethan, Natalie, and Jenner made their way to the beach, picnic basket and blanket in hand. “This was such a good idea, babe!” Nat said as she popped a cheese cube into her mouth. “We haven’t been on a picnic in forever!”

Ethan smiled. “That’s why I thought we could have one while we were here. The beach seems like as good a place as any for a picnic.”

Natalie smiled. “This reminds me of our first date.”

“Does it now?”

“Mhm,” she said, sipping her wine. “The two of us and Jenner, enjoying a beautiful day outside. We had a picnic then too.”

“I remember,” Ethan said, smiling fondly. “I was nervous for that date. I wanted to make a good impression on you.”

“Really? You had already made a good impression on me.”

“Not as a boyfriend, I hadn’t. I wanted everything to go perfectly; it mattered to me that you knew how much I care about you. How much I love you. I may or may not have agonized over how much cheese was too much for that picnic.”

Nat smiled and squeezed his hand. “I knew then as I know now how much you love me. It’s as much as I love you, which is a lot. And you made a wonderful impression on me, Ethan. You always do. Also, there is no such thing as too much cheese.”

He laughed. “I know that now.” He leaned towards her and kissed her softly, caressing her cheek with his free hand. “I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away.

“I love you too,” she replied. She looked back at their picnic basket and smiled. “Any chance you packed some sweet stuff in there?”

“Mhm,” Ethan nodded. “There’s some chocolate covered strawberries at the bottom of the basket.

Nat’s eyes lit up. “You spoil me!”

Ethan watched with bated breath as Nat dug her way to the bottom of the basket, fully aware of what she’d find on top of aforementioned strawberries. His heart pounded as he watched her hands slow in their search and listened to the quiet gasp that escaped her lips. With one final reach, she pulled out a small velvet box, her eyes wide. “Ethan… I-- what?”

He moved closer to her and clasped his hands over hers, holding the box in place. “I love you,” he told her. Deftly, he maneuvered the small box out of her grasp and held it in front of her. “I love you so much and I want to live the rest of my life with you by my side. Natalie, you are kind and intelligent and passionate and beautiful both inside and out. You have such fire in your eyes, it could set the whole world ablaze and I would but happily burn in the flames.

“You have made my life so much better, from the first day you stepped into it. You light up my darkest days, your embrace is my home; I am a better man because of you and I know true happiness with you. Wherever you go Nat, I will follow. I love you and I can’t wait to grow old with you. Will you marry me?”

Nat was crying, a beautiful watery smile on her face. She sniffled and hastily wiped the tears that were falling away as she struggled to find her voice. “Ethan, I--” she choked back a sob and smiled even bigger. “I love you so much. Yes. Yes, I will marry you!”

Choking back a sob of his own, Ethan pulled Natalie into a tight embrace, her arms flinging around his shoulders and they held each other tightly, crying tears of overwhelming happiness and whispered “I love you’s.”

Eventually, they pulled apart and wiped each other’s tears away before Ethan pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto Natalie’s finger. Sienna’s tips about Nat’s ring size had been correct and it fit like a glove, much to his relief. The ring looked better on her hand than he could have ever imagined. And now it would live on her hand for the rest of their lives, a symbol of their undying love for each other.

Natalie smiled at the ring and sniffled. “So is this why Sienna insisted we get our nails done yesterday?” she asked.

Ethan laughed. “I suppose so. She had mentioned it to me but I didn’t think much of it. It does make a lot of sense, though.”

She giggled and nodded. Then she looked at him thoughtfully. “You weren’t stressed about work at all, were you? You were stressed about this.”

He nodded and ran his thumb over the ring. “Yes. I’m sorry I worried you; and I’m sorry for lying to you about it. I wanted to keep it a surprise as best I could. I didn’t know how else to go about it.”

She smiled and shook her head. “It’s okay, I understand. I’m just glad to know this was what you were stressed about and nothing more pressing; like gambling debts or something like that.”

“I only gamble when it comes to Declan Nash, you know that,” he smirked.

“Of course,” she laughed. “How silly of me.”

He leaned in close and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Nat.”

“I love you more.”

He smiled and kissed her soundly on the lips, very nearly forgetting what they were talking about. “Never.”

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! 💙

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heyitsyn · 3 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

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anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

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