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"You Should Probably Leave" | Joel x Reader oneshot

Part 1 of Play it Again, a new series where each story is a oneshot, but all are shaped around country songs.

Song: You Should Probably Leave – Chris Stapleton Summary: He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late. And then when he gets home you help him out, too, even though you both know you should probably leave. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, porn without plot, prose but kind of poetry/lyrical, sexual tension, PIV, oral (m! receiving), sub!Joel, you're Sarah's babysitter, AU! No outbreak, set in the 90s. Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've taken the lyrics and worked them into the story, so I'd really recommend listening as you read. I've been thinking about writing this series for sooo long because country songs + Joel is a match made in heaven. If you've got any song recommendations, let me know!

It’s like a dance, a well-worn routine that you both know, practised and perfected after months of repetitions. You both know where it leads but you’ll still follow all the steps. That’s how it is.

You put Sarah to bed ages ago, spent the last few hours of babysitting on the sofa finishing up some college work, waiting for Joel to get back. His key in the door is a familiar click, the latch sticking the way it always does, his shoulder forcing it open.

You stay where you are. When he comes into the lounge his toolbelt is still strapped around his waist, the remnants of a long day’s work painted across his handsome face and strewn in dust that’s collected on the knees of his well-worn jeans and callused hands.

He pauses in the entrance, arm stretched up above him to rest on the mantle of the door, t-shirt pulling up to reveal a strip of tanned skin above his belt. There’s a glass of wine half-drunk on the coffee table beside you and your feet are tucked up under you.

Neither of you speak for several long moments. You just watch each other, the tension too delicious to break.

“You should probably leave,” He says, but you make no effort to move and he stays where he is, too, dark eyes watching you.

His expression is open, taunting, and you already know what’s going to happen. You untuck your feet and shift them onto the worn carpet, standing to step towards him. His form takes up most of the doorway, his shoulders so broad that they almost touch both sides of the frame.

When you reach it he’s looming over you, blocking the exit off from you if you wanted to leave, but you don’t. You turn into him, press your nose to the slice of skin between his shoulder and neck and inhale deeply, smell the work of his day on him: the musk of sweat, the tang of iron and sharpness of wood shavings.

“I suppose it ain’t all that late,” he says, voice rumbling through his chest, “still time for you to finish your wine.”

You won’t finish the wine, but it’s all part of the well-worn routine the two of you have. He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late.

And then when he gets home you help him out, too. Let him relieve some of the tension that he carries in his shoulders, on his thick-set jaw. You press the first kiss here, letting the rough caress of his stubble eat into your own cheek. When you let your hands course through his hair, scratching your nails into his scalp, he leans into it, eyebrows pitching up, something like a whimper falling from his lips.

There’s a devil on your shoulders, and its urging you each towards the same predetermined end.

“We shouldn’t.” He says, but he doesn’t move away.

“Just one kiss?” You ask, feeling him relax into your touch, the bulk of him slipping down the doorframe, bringing his mouth within reach of yours.

“Alright,” He rasps back, his voice pitching with need, and you claim the last syllable with your mouth, press your lips against his, pull a moan from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Say you want me to stay,” You tell him, and he does, whispers it into your mouth, chases your tongue with his.

When he looks at you his gaze so intense it’s almost intimidating, and you recognise the look in his eyes, the need that’s behind the blown-out pupils and hazy expression.

The slow retreat to his bedroom is well-practised, the carpet belying a well-trodden route you both know. He lets you walk him backwards up the stairs, sighs when you push him against the closed door to fit your mouths together again.

Inside, his bed is unmade and you press him into it, pin his hands above his head and lick a thick strip up his neck, following the tendons to the underside of his jaw.

His moans are the chorus of this well-rehearsed dance. They spur you on as you undress him, revealing the strong lines of his chest, the thick trunks of his thighs, the impressive bulge of his cock in his briefs, already half-hard.

He twitches in your hand when you draw him out and you shift down the bed to take him into your mouth, the head of him heavy and salty on your tongue. His cock swells, the vein that spans the underside pulsing against your palm.

It’s intoxicating and dizzying and familiar, the recognisable ache in your jaw as you take him into the back of your throat, fist gripping the part of him that won’t fit.

“So good to me, darlin’” He groans, running shaking fingers through your hair, trying to sit up against the headboard.

“Relax,” you tell him, pushing him back down to lie against the rumpled duvet, “I know what you need.”

You know him and he knows you, and you both know how this goes. You pull back, work your dress up over your head and pull down your panties, which are ruined with your slick, so damp they catch on your thighs as you peel them off. Joel’s eyes widen as he watches; he can never believe you want this – want him – as much as you do.

When you sink down on his length – the fat head of his cock catching at your entrance, making the stretch delicious and white-hot – he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

You run a finger along his eyebrows, coax him to open them and he does, a muscle in his jaw fluttering as you rise up and drag your cunt back down onto him again.

“I wanna do the right thing, baby,” he tells you, as though this – the pinching heat of him between your thighs, the tremble of his hands as he clutches at the flesh of your ass – isn’t the greatest thing that’s ever happened to either of you.

But you know he hates himself for it, hates that he’s a good decade older than you, that you’re Sarah’s babysitter, that this – this twisted arrangement you have where you stay when he gets back and then end up in his bed – is the only thing that gets him through those long works days sometimes.

“I know,” you say, “but it’s getting kind of hard to resist, isn’t it?”

“You should leave,” he says, thrusting up into you, “we should – Jesus, baby, just like that – we should stop.”

You arch up off the bed, tilting your hips so that he can drive his cock deeper, bottoming out and groaning brokenly into your ear. It’s filthy. Depraved, probably: The slap of his hips as he cants them up into yours, the breathy moans that tumble from your mouth, Joel’s desperate, needy curses.

It’s easy to make him come like this: Three steady, deliberate rolls of your hips and he’s a quivering mess beneath you, his hands fisting in the sheets as he spurts hot and wet inside you.

After, you tell him you should probably leave. He makes you come with his fingers first, tells you to finish your wine, that it still ain’t that late.

And when the sun’s on your skin at 6am, he’s there watching you sleep, hoping you’ll say you’ll stay, even though you should probably leave.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel x you #the last of us fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfic #joel miller au #au! no outbreak #SoundCloud

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tetsunabouquet · 6 months

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kasamatsu and imayoshi with a reader who while playing on the court looks rough and serious but one time they discover him playing the electric guitar while listening to a soft song (duvet-boa electric guitar version) (u need to hear that it sounds so pretty ) and the reader also dresses very softly, such as knee-high stockings, shorts and a pink shirt, for example. This would be a male reader who looks tough but is really a soft boy who loves pink (sorry, I don't know how to explain it) in a few words I think I described myself lol (I saw your response to my previous request and I want to tell you that thank you 💞 you made me feel good about myself even with my medical condition and everything that happened because of it and I just want to say that you are a wonderful person and I am proud of you and I hope that the world gives you everything nice because you deserve it) sorry if its so long :(

A/N: I am happy to hear I made you feel good about your condition, truly and neither do I mind it being so long. Words of solidarity and kindness can never be too little in a world as cruel as this one which is why I show people they are not alone and that I can understand. Emotional warmth is like bread to the soul, if that makes sense.

Imayoshi

Today was an unusual day, of sorts, at To-oh Academy. For this one week, everyone was allowed to come to school in their usual clothes instead of their uniform if they wanted to. It had something to do with self-expression but he hadn't been able to listen to the details with his classmates yapping through the explanation. He could hear the sound of a plectrum gently scraping against the strand of a guitar and the melody before he could actually see you. Imayoshi, trying to not disturb the guitar player, tried to walk as lightly as he could and make no sound. It would be rude to interrupt whoever was practising, and Imayoshi hated to be impolite. Still, he couldn't help but be curious at who was playing. Imayoshi peeked inside of the music room, to spot you sitting in a corner, playing a metallic magenta colored electric guitar. The sheen of the instrument said it was well-kept. He did not know wether it was one of the school's guitars or if you simply kept your own instrument stored in the music room like the bassguitar of his classsmate Chikako-san who had the permission to do so after one of her younger sibling's had damaged one of the snares. He didn't interrupt you, but merely listened to how you played wonderfully. It was such a stark contrast with how you usually appeared at school, how strong you were on the court. He didn't think your usual choice of clothing was on the softer, feminine side. He found himself surprisingly fond of it, the way it brought out a different side of you. It was like getting to know a little secret, one out of the countless ones that were kept by lack of bonds and time. Every trivia that was uncovered inching him closer to your heart. You looked up once the song finished, and caught sight of the listening Imayoshi. He smiled kindly as he looked at you, "That was rather wonderful, I couldn't help but stop and listen." You returned his smile with one that felt warm but gentle and it made Imayoshi's heart race more then he would ever have admitted to his friends, because he was enough of a gentleman to realize these words should be reserved for you and you alone. Someday he'd have the nerve to confess, but until then, he would just like the listen and observe every little trivia like the lovesick fool you turnt him into.

Kasamatsu

Kasamatsu grumbled and ran a hand through his hair. He had been dragged to a party by Moriyama, who had the most hopeless crush on your sister- she was holding a big party after she got her driver's license and Moriyama aimed to impress her. Which wasn't going well so far, but that was to be expected. Kasamatsu really didn't feel like being here, and only had allowed himself to be dragged to this place by Moriyama because the little voice in his head had gushed about how you would be here, and that was the only reason why he was getting annoyed at Moriyama's constant failing. Because Kasamatsu couldn't spot you anywhere. It irritated him beyond belief, and he tried very hard not to storm out of the place or drag Moriyama to a corner where he could hiss his frustrations at his friend. He decided to go to the toilet, not because he actually needed to go, but just so he could have a moment to himself to clear his head of the disappointment and annoyance. Kasamatsu went up the stairs, leaving the party behind. Well, mostly, there was this couple kissing heatedly at the top of the staircase, and Kasamatsu just opened the nearest door in the hope he could escape the gross noises. It wasn't the toilet, but your room. You looked up at the intrusion, and stopped playing immediately. Kasamatsu looked at you, taking in your outfit as he had never seen you in non-sports related clothes or your uniform. He took in the electric guitar on your lap, and the speakers in the corner. Not knowing how to start the conversation, he said, "Wow, I didn't heard you playing at all." "My room's been soundproofed, so I can play to my heart's content," You said and smiled at him. "Didn't thought to see you here Captain." "Well you know how Moriyama is with your sister. I decided to keep an eye on him but his lame attempts at flirting is beginnining to irk me." You chuckled, and Kasamatsu couldn't help but notice how your pink shirt was exactly the shade of your lips. He tried very hard not to think about it, when you placed your guitar down on its stand. "Well, if the party is getting too much for you, we could hang out here if you want?" Your voice was more soft and hesitant then he had ever heard it on the court and it made his heart do all kinds of backflips. "I'd like that."

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #imayoshi shoichi #kasamatsu yukio

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bullshxtvixen · 3 years

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Word Count: 5.1k

Song: Put It On Me - Matt Maeson

Warnings: 18+, Coercion(dubcon themes), size kink, cream pie, virginity kink, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, spanking, light choking, light assplay(I couldn’t help myself), dom!bokuto(he’s kind of an ass oops).

A/N: So uh, it’s finally here…My first fic in two months and i’m ngl, i’ve been dreading posting for so long, but i tried to give you guys something good for my return, so please let me know what you think and go easy on me, i’m a little rusty sksks. However, this is a gift for @thekraziesreside because she drew me them most amazing Kenma x Me icon and i needed to pay her back somehow!!

Shoutout to my amazing friends @deathcab4daddy, @dymphnasprose and @spicykzumeknma, who i’m sure are sick of beta reading this by now and having me freaking out about posting it. Thank you for all your grammar corrections that I will probably never learn from, I love you all

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“I-I’m a virgin.”

The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

The large hands that had been tracing the contours of your body stilled. You had to stop yourself from flinching when his intense golden stare shot to your face.

“What…” He let the word trail off, a well-practised mask of surprise coming into place on his features.

It was second nature to him now, letting his face morph into whatever expression he needed it to at a moments notice. No one ever suspected the friendly Ace of being anything other than a good guy, and really, he wasn’t a bad guy. No, he just relished in taking the innocence of unsuspecting women who easily fell into his trap.

Like you.

“I’m a virgin, Kou.” Even though you were straddling him, you still had to look up to meet his eyes.

With the tips of your ears burning, you moved to get off of his lap as if you could escape from your embarrassing confession. You couldn’t believe you’d openly admitted you were an inexperienced virgin to the guy you’d only just met a week ago. A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, and you’d quickly fallen for his ‘nice guy’ act.

You hadn’t even put a foot on the floor before you were pulled back and thrown into the pillows. The weight of Bokuto’s body was quick to settle on top of you, pressing you down into the plush mattress.

“What are y-” before you could finish your sentence, your wrists were pinned above your head, rendering your arms useless in his firm grip. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at his rough treatment, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp that fell from your lip. Turning your head to the side, you tried in vain to hide your flustered expression.

Bokuto felt his cock twitch in the grey sweats that hung low on his hips.

The innocent ones were always the most responsive. He fought off a grin as the thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away after telling me something like that?” He growled, warm breath ghosting over your face and across your neck. He watched with a glint in his eyes as you shivered under him.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Do you know what that means, little bird?”

Your heart raced at the nickname.

Could he make you sing for him?

Certain he could hear your heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird's wings in your chest, you silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The mortification you felt was palpable in the space between you.

Bokuto thought it was cute how bashful you were, so unsure and unwilling to show him your real feelings, even though your body told him everything he needed to know. Still, he’d have you voicing your innermost desires sooner or later- it was only a matter of time.

“Well?” He pressed, not allowing you to dwell on your thoughts any longer. He didn’t want to have to put in too much effort to break you.

Your voice was small and unsure when you answered him, eyes looking anywhere but his direction, “No.”

He was so close, closer than any man had ever been before. The proximity made it hard to think straight as the warmth of his body seeped into your bones, and his masculine scent invaded your senses.

It was almost stifling.

His tongue darted out, licking a wet strip up the side of your exposed neck before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. He felt you shiver beneath him before pulling back and watching a deep blush journey down to your chest. It was so pure...He couldn’t wait to be the one to defile your virtue.

Gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned your face until you had no option but to meet his simmering gaze.

Begrudgingly, you looked up at the man looming over you and found he was already observing your flustered expression. He stared so openly and without shame that you began to squirm under him.

Bokuto saw your blush deepen further and wondered what you’d look like when he eased his cock inside your virgin hole.

Would your eyes roll into the back of your head? Would your nails imbed themselves in his back? Or maybe you’d simply cry out in pain and pleasure as he ripped through your innocence?

All kinds of scenarios whirled around in his brain, sending his mind into overdrive.

Unconsciously, he ground the head of his cock against your clothed slit and was rewarded when he heard your sharp intake of breath.

Heat pooled in his groin.

It was such a pretty sound. He wanted more, and he didn’t need to feel the slick collecting in the crotch of your underwear to know your feelings mirrored his.

His smile was predatory as he answered.

“It means that I’ll be the first person to fill your tight little pussy up with cum. I’ll stretch your walls around my cock and pump you so full that it’ll be dripping out of you for days.”

The lewd words fell from his mouth with ease, and you found yourself shifting as your body all of a sudden became too warm as if the temperature in the room had spiked, but you knew it was his words alone that had caused your reaction.

You hated how easily he affected you.

“I bet you want me to corrupt your sweet little body, don’t you?” He already knew the answer.

Your body responded of its own accord, turning into putty beneath him. Your hips rolled against his as your back arched off the bed at the feeling of his cock nudging against your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened.

The grip on your wrists tightened. Bokuto took a few steadying breaths, struggling to hold himself back. You seemed so tiny and fragile as you lay beneath his brawny form, and he was scared he would break you if he gave in to his own desires too soon.

Maybe that’s what you wanted. The sadistic voice in the back of his mind purred.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice wavered as you answered him honestly. Doubt had begun to gnaw at your gut. Waiting didn’t seem like the worst idea- there was no rush, after all.

He closed his eyes for a split second to hide the annoyance that no doubt flickered through them. When he reopened them, he became the personification of a bird of prey, and you were his next meal.

Your mouth became dry as you lied entrapped by his stare.

“Come on, I can make you feel good.” As if he was digging his talons in to prevent your escape, he rolled his hips against yours once more, making sure that his cock rubbed firmly over your swelling clit. The side of his mouth quirked up when a tentative moan left your parted lips.

“That’s it, you like that, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, little bird?” another roll of his hips, and he watched the doubt dissolve away for now.

“Koutarou...please.” Your voice was small, uncertain as you begged.

You didn’t know what you were begging for, you just knew he could give it to you, whatever it was.

Golden eyes flashed at the way your voice was saturated with need. For a moment he thought that maybe you weren’t a virgin, but instead, a succubus, come to steal his soul.

He would let you.

The weight of his body left yours, and in seconds, you were stripped of all of your clothing, which was thrown haphazardly around the room. His soon followed.

Eager eyes drank in the sight of your naked body before him. Your skin was so beautiful and unmarred by another person, so enticing and begging for his touch. Soon you would be littered in his marks as he lay claim to your body, inside and out.

Growing self-conscious under his prolonged stare, you tried in vain to cover your most intimate parts.

“There’s no use trying to hide from me. I’m going to become well-acquainted with your body by the time I’m done with you.”

A gasp escaped your lips when his fingers reached down and ghosted over your folds. A groan left him when he felt just how wet you were.

“Well, looks like someone’s already dripping at the thought of being ruined by my cock- isn’t that cute?” Though his tone was mocking, his words still sent excitement trickling down your spine.

Spreading your lips, he circled a thick finger around your twitching entrance, smiling devilishly when you whined for him. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he witnessed your jaw go slack as he eased the first finger past the slick opening, surprised when he was met with little resistance.

Soon he was able to work himself knuckle-deep, and your walls fluttered around him in welcome.

Such a slutty pussy for someone so untouched.

“You’re so tight, baby. Your pussy’s sucking my finger in so nicely; I bet you’re going to feel amazing when I stuff my cock inside.”

You groaned as his fingers started to move within your previously untainted walls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling like you’d feared it would be- it was almost like a welcoming pressure had settled deep within you.

“Kou… more.”

A chuckle met your ears in line with his warm lips brushing against your pubic bone, “Your wish is my command.”

When the second finger was added, the discomfort became evident on your face. He didn’t pause his movements; instead, their pace increased as pain and pleasure fought for dominance at the apex of your thighs.

“That’s it, you can do it. The pain will stop soon,” At that moment he chose to curl his fingers and press them against the spongy spot deep within your sopping cunt. The pain dulled and was overshadowed by pleasure as he played with your body as if it were an instrument he was fine-tuning.

“Ah- fuck, I-” Your breathing accelerated as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to increase . Your hips started to buck up off the bed when his thumb joined his ministrations and began working tight circles against your clit. Sparks of excitement like nothing you’d felt before shot through your veins. Stringing thoughts together became almost impossible.

If this was what his fingers could do, you weren’t sure you’d be able to remain sane once his cock entered you.

“There it is,” he cooed, fingertips rubbing against the same spot, this time with a little more vigour, “God, you look so beautiful with my fingers inside you, you’re drenching them, baby.”

A thick fog came over your mind as they stroked and stretched your walls, creating a pressure in your abdomen that threatened to overflow at any second. It almost scared you, and yet, you couldn’t prevent your hips from desperately grinding down against his hand.

“More,” you cried, your breaths beginning to come out in pants.

The wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room as his hand became a blur between your thighs. The sound only added to your arousal.

When your legs began to quake, he lowered his head and added his mouth to the mix, suckling skillfully at your puffy clit. His lips were cool as they attached themselves to your heated skin, the difference in temperature causing a prolonged whine to leave you.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, his fingers working your insides, coiling, stroking and stretching until the pressure that had been steadily rising in your stomach finally exploded within your body. It erupted from your core, spreading through you like wildfire.

Your hands found hair, pulling and twisting the soft locks as you came hard around his fingers. He moaned at the flash of pain in his scalp- causing his own desire to heighten. Your walls pulsed as he continued to curl his fingers against your g-spot.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Kou, fuck, oh god, oh god!” Your cries of delight were music to Bokuto’s ears. It excited him so much that he couldn’t help but gently rut his hips into the mattress. His cock was painfully hard now, and precum leaked freely from his swelling tip. He needed to be inside you soon or he’d lose his mind.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and began to eagerly lap at them.

“Koutarou…That was....” Your brain was still riding its high, unable to give you an end to your sentence.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, “I told you I’d make you feel good. Now, before I fuck your brains out, why don’t you see how good you taste?”

The musky smell of your arousal filled your nostrils as he brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” It wasn’t a request.

At your hesitance, he quirked a brow, “I promise you taste amazing. Now, open.”

You obeyed, still riding the endorphin high he’d pulled from your body. Because of this, you didn’t even notice that he’d reached over and pressed record on his phone that was propped up on the nightstand. He’d made sure to angle it so the camera pointed directly at your face.

He found people were much more...compliant... if he had video footage he could use against them in the event that they changed their minds.

With a grin, he placed the two fingers he’d had knuckle deep in your cunt against your tongue.

The tart taste of your release was quick to spread over your tastebuds. His eyes darkened when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, lightly sucking on them until they were completely clean of your arousal.

It was so erotic that you found it hard to maintain eye contact.

He released a shaky breath before pulling his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” He teased, allowing one of his hands to come to rest next to your head while the other reached between your bodies. Taking his length in his hand, he watched a mix of anticipation and fear come over your features when you looked down.

Your audible gulp was heard in the silence that followed.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but this was beyond anything your mind had come up with. Even though you’d never had sex before, you knew he was big. His cock was thick and heavy where it hung between his legs. Veins ran along the sides of his shaft, the largest one snaking directly down the centre before splitting in two near the swollen head. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like having something so big inside your body.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Your voice wavered, doe-eyes shining with fear as they met his.

He acknowledged your fear with a condescending sneer, “Oh, little bird, you really think you have a choice?” he nodded towards the nightstand.

The blood in your veins turned icy, and your body began to tremble as you lay eyes on the phone, screen open and recording.

Breathing became difficult as panic rose in your chest. You’d been so naive. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“It’s been recording for the last couple of minutes. Now,” his rough fingers came to rest against the sides of your throat, squeezing lightly as he brought his face just inches from yours, “you can either behave, and this will feel amazing for both of us, or you can be a brat, and the only person this is going to be fun for is me. Not to mention, I’ll send the video around to every person you know, including your boss.”

At the mention of your boss, your whole body deflated. He had you right where he wanted you. While the thought of your friends and family seeing the video was mortifying, you couldn’t risk losing your job. Your virginity was a small price to pay to make sure the video stayed hidden.

Anger bloomed in your chest as you leered up at the spiky-haired man, but you had no fight in you. It was useless to even try.

“If I do this, you’ll make it go away?” You tried to make your voice sound confident, but it cracked at the end.

He couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face when he realised you were giving in, “Of course- no one else will ever see it.”

He watched the internal battle going on behind your mind before your eyes hardened.

“Fine, so be it. I’ll play your sick game.” You spat, what else did you have to lose?

Bokuto’s eyes widened when you reached down and removed his hand from his length before replacing it with your own. It was softer than you’d imagined, yet firm at the same time. Like steel encased in velvet.

“You like the feeling of my cock, baby? It’ll feel even better when I'm balls deep inside you. You’ll be my little slut and take it all like a good girl, won’t you?”

The man above you let out a rumbling moan from deep within his chest when your fingers flexed around him, head falling against your chest. Your wavering hands felt so small as they struggled to circle his impressive girth. It again reminded him of the size difference between the two of you.

Your eyes darted between him and the phone. He took the hint and reached over, turning the phone off and laying it flat against the nightstand.

He turned back to you with a smug smirk.

You wanted to slap the look right off his face, but violence would probably result in the video being circulated faster.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you dipped the head of the thick muscle between your folds. Your slick coated it instantly. Lining him up with your entrance, you waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, he saw the hatred burning in them. It made his cock throb in your palm.

When he pressed his hips forward, all at once, the air left your body as heat flooded your core.

Bokuto studied your face intently, drinking in the way your pupils dilated and your mouth dropped open into a silent moan. If he could burn one image into his mind, it was your face at that moment as he stole the last remnants of your innocence from you.

“Hng-fuck...it feels...s-so-” Your hands blindly grasped at his broad shoulders, seeking some kind of anchor as the burning feeling of his cock threatening to split you open sent your mind into a frenzy.

“So what, baby?” He cooed, body tense above you. “How does it feel? Come on, little bird, use your words.”

Nails dug into his shoulder blades as he worked himself into you. Hissing out a breath, he savoured the way your lower muscles clenched around his girth before relaxing, only to repeat the motion moments later, pulling him deeper into your heated sheath.

“So full. So so full, so fucking good.” You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. It was a fullness, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Every nerve in your body had come to life, and a familiar heat began to pool in your lower body once again. Bokuto’s control began to slip, and he soon realised he was trembling above you in an effort to hold back. Heat was surging through his own body, clouding his mind and bringing him closer to his climax. If he didn’t move soon...

“Ah, fuck, I need…” He couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence, his mind was lost to the beast you’d unleashed inside of him. With a harsh snap of his hips, he sheathed the rest of his cock inside your wet heat.

A scream ripped from your throat as your poor cunt was suddenly filled to the brim with the Ace’s cock. His hips lay flush against yours as he bottomed out inside you, the plush head of his length kissing your cervix. He stretched your body in such a sinful way that for a second, you forgot how to breathe.

Even though you never wanted anything to do with him and the thought of him being inside you made you feel sick, you couldn’t stop your body’s natural reaction to him.

On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing against his ass. You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, and in your lust-driven craze, you didn’t care. In fact, it was almost as if a switch had been flicked in your mind. All you knew was that you craved him.

“Shit, you’re choking my cock with that sweet little pussy. Fuck.”

“Koutarou...move. Please.” You panted, cutting him off, “I need you to move, now.”

The heels of your feet dug into his ass while you simultaneously rolled your hips into his. The movement sent flares of desire straight to your core.

Bokuto didn’t need to be told twice.

The first few of his thrusts were short and practised as if he was testing whether or not your body could handle him. When he was met with mewls and whimpers, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up his pace and slamming mercilessly into your greedy pussy.

The pressure you’d experienced before started to build once again, only this time it felt more intense, almost out of control as you writhed beneath him.

There were many ways you’d imagined losing your virginity; slow, soft, romantic sex with someone you’d known for years; gentle caresses and stolen kisses beneath a slither of moonlight as your lover whispered loving words into your ear.

This was nothing like that.

Bokuto’s thrusts were bruising, unforgiving, and the power behind each one jolted your entire body. He was animalistic as he fucked into you.

This wasn’t love-making. This was rough, hard fucking, and you found yourself growing intoxicated as you were forced to drink in every sensation he was pulling from you.

He’d been wrong before, you weren’t like the other girls at all. They’d all cried and begged for him to go easy. But you, you thrived on him using your body, even savoured the feeling of being fucked like a whore.

The realisation made his head spin. If you liked being fucked like a whore, he was happy to oblige.

A strangled cry echoed through the room when his teeth latched onto the sensitive skin of your nipple. His hot tongue swirled around the pebbled nub, sending bolts of desire splintering through you as the pressure inside you bubbled up and threatened to explode at any moment.

His mouth left you all too soon.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well. Who knew a virgin could be such a dirty little slut? I bet you’re loving this, being used like a cocksleeve.” The words left his mouth in a rush as if he’d forget them if he didn’t get them out fast enough.

Leaning back, he hooked his arms beneath your knees, still continuing his assault on your cunt. He couldn’t help but reach around and press a hand on your stomach. Desire stirred in his groin when he felt himself moving beneath his palm.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m practically in your stomach…” His words died off when he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Kou, I’m- fuck- I’m going to cum.”

No, he wouldn’t let you cum just yet, it was too soon. He knew if he drew it out much longer, you’d be too sore for another round, but he wanted- no, he needed- to test just how far he could corrupt you.

Without thinking, he leant over your body and allowed a string of his saliva to slowly drip from his mouth. It gave you enough time to move if it was too much for you.

You didn’t move. No, instead you eagerly stuck your tongue out and waited for his spit to drip onto it, like a puppy begging for a treat.

When you swallowed it with a smirk on your face, he finally lost all semblance of control.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened next, but next thing you knew, you were stomach-down on the bed.

“Wha-”

The sound of impact as Bokuto’s hand met the supple flesh of your ass rang in your ears. You barely had time to register the searing heat blooming across your rear before he brought his hand down again on the opposite side.

“Get that fucking ass in the air.”

Bringing your knees under you and sticking your ass out as much as you could, you waited for his next move as your orgasm began to dwindle.

Bokuto bit his lip as he watched you present yourself to him, puffy lips glistening in the dim light.

Gripping your hip with one hand, he used the other to give your ass a few slaps with his length before realigning himself with your entrance. You were so wet and stretched so well that with a harsh snap of his hips, his entire length was buried deep in you with no resistance.

“Fuck!” Your voice was hoarse as you cried out from being stuffed with his cock again.

The angle this new position set had his cock dragging along your walls, caressing them as he fucked into your heat. The new pace he set was brutal as he chased his own high.

Skin against skin became the only sound in the room as his weighty balls slapped against your clit- each time the coil in your stomach tightened.

Your body stiffened when you heard him spit, followed by the feel of moisture coming into contact at the top of your ass.

He’d been lost in his mind as he watched your puffy slit suck in his length, and when his eyes travelled up to the puckered hole just above, he couldn’t help himself.

“Don’t worry,” He spread the spit around your pucker with his thumb before gently applying pressure, “I’ll ruin this hole next time, little bird. But first, I want you to get an idea of just how good I can be to you.”

When his thumb slipped past the tight ring of muscle, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

A sense of euphoria settled deep within you as you lay there and let the Ace pound into you with reckless abandon.

Bokuto became drunk on the cries he was sure you didn’t even realise were falling from your mouth as drool pooled beneath your cheek and turned the bedsheets a darker shade.

It wouldn’t be long now. He could feel his balls tightening as heat spread through his body. Not to mention, your legs had started to quiver with the first signs of your release.

“You ready to come for me again, baby?” His hips never faltered from the harsh pace he’d set.

“I can’t...too much...fuck.”

He found it almost endearing that you thought you had a choice.

“Wrong answer.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck you any harder, but a last burst of energy had him pistoning his hips into you with such force that you had to reach above your head and press a shakey hand against the headboard to stop your body from jolting forward.

Your body couldn’t take much more stimulation and seconds later you cried out your release into the mattress.

Your first orgasm was nothing compared to the pure ecstasy you felt in those following moments as you came hard around the thick muscle still pumping into your aching walls.

Stars flashed across your vision as your toes curled, and your hands blindly clawed at the mattress. It was as if you’d been washed out to sea in an ocean of bliss, and you had no choice but to ride the waves crashing through you.

Bokuto’s thrust became sporadic until finally, his body went taut behind you, balls tightening as he emptied his seed into your spasming walls.

His cum was warm as it splashed against your cervix, staining every inch of your insides with the thick fluid.

White noise rang in your ears as your body rode out its chemical high.

Bokuto pulled his thumb and cock from your holes once his balls were empty. Once removed, your body collapsed to the side, exhausted.

Bokuto’s own energy was about to run out, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your twitching cunt. His cum had started to dribble out from between your swollen lips in a steady stream of white.

Instinct had him reaching out and pressing as much of it back into your body as he could. He ignored the weak cries that the action coaxed from your mouth as his fingers brushed against tender flesh.

He’d fucked you raw.

You’d be sore for days after this. Hell, a dull ache had settled in his own muscles.

With a groan, he used the last of his energy to scoop your thoroughly fucked body off the bed and carry you the short distance to the bathroom. Placing you gingerly down into the toilet seat, he only let go when he was sure you weren’t going to fall face-first onto the cold tile floor.

Grabbing a small cloth, he made quick work of rubbing the musky smell of sex from your body before jumping into the shower and ridding himself of the thin layer of sweat sticking to him. The warm water felt amazing against his skin, and suddenly, tiredness came over him. All of his limbs felt heavy as if weights had been attached to them. He’d definitely been rougher than he meant to- fucking never usually took this much out of him.

You’d been so lost in your after-sex daze that he almost jumped out of his skin when you finally spoke.

“So...When can we go again?” Your voice was far more lucid than he’d expected. It seemed in your daze you’d forgotten your hatred towards him. He knew some gentle persuasion was all it would take to unlock your inner animal.

Raising a brow, he turned to see a sly smile creep onto your face as you sat naked on his toilet.

You at least had the decency to blush at your request.

“I mean...that’s if you want to. Oh, and you’d better delete that video or I’ll rip your cock off and shove it down your throat.”

He thought you might just be a succubus after all.

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hi bestie bokuto and saiki anon is back with another request,, idk what to call myself bc i love ur blog and love requesting random hcs to you bc i love your writing sm :( anyways i was wondering if you could do hcs where bokuto’s and saiki’s s/o just got acrylics and they try gently scraping their long nails they recently got against their scalp/thru hair and along their back? 🧍 ily

GIVING HIM A MASSAGE

characters ♡ (multi-fandom) bokuto, sakusa, daichi & saiki k

tw ♡ fluff, gn!reader, reader wears aryclics. mentions of death, timeskip! sakusa (suggestive) & mentions of spiders

a/n ♡ AAAA you came just in time!! i’m changing my tags :)) would you like to be 🔮lovely or 🦉lovely??? (crystal ball represents saiki and the owl is bokuto-) unless you have another emoji in mind!

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO had a deal with you; he’d pay for your nails in exchange for a massage and kisses. the kisses had been delivered already and he sat on the carpeted floor in front of the couch — where he’d usually sit while you massaged him so y’all could watch a show on the tv while you worked — with an expectant expression, making grabby hands at you as soon as you entered the living room. you cocked a brow, about to play dumb but you didn’t even get the chance as he began to chant, “relaxing time! show me what those pretty nails can do.” wow, couldn’t he be a little bit more stubborn? you sighed, approaching the couch and swinging your leg around his shoulder to take you usual seat behind him, “it’s not the nails, bo. it’s my fingers that do the work.” his lips parted to form a small ‘o’ shape as he fumbled with the remote to put on the show you guys have been watching, “really? maybe i should start paying for your nail removal, then. if i did, would you give me another mas--” “no.” bokuto let out a dramatic sigh of defeat, at least he tried. then, a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips as your fingers laced through his hair, pads of your fingers rubbing his scalp in such a way that made him hum in pleasure..

(minors dni) KIYOOMI SAKUSA was tense and refused to get a massage from a professional masseuse because he didn’t want to strip and have a stranger touch his body so intimately; the mere idea grossed him out. however, the knots in his back weren’t going to be fixed by even more over-exertion and poor posture, hence you took it upon yourself to help him.. after you got your nails done, of course. so as soon as he came back from practise and entered him bedroom, he was greeted by you standing next to your shared bed with an intimidating expression, “take off your clothes.” you commanded, gesturing to the bed. happily obliging, sakusa tossed his clothes into the laundry basket and was about to pull you into a heated kiss but immediately frowned when you swerved his advances and pushed him face-first onto the mattress. then, you began to run your cold fingers up his flushed back, rubbing deep circles into his skin which resulted in involuntary sighs of satisfaction escaping his lips. despite the fact this wasn’t the stress relief he was expecting, it was much better than he could imagined — it was as though he had ascended. however, he was so lost in the pleasing feeling of your cool nails tickling his skin, he hardly noticed how rough you were being and this was only brought to his attention the following day when atsumu’s nosy-ass inquired about the marks on sakusa’s back in the changing room, accompanied by a comment that made kiyoomi scowl.

SAWAMURA DAICHI smiled as you showed him your nails with such enthusiasm, “they look beautiful, (y/n).” your experience at the nail bar was all you had been talking about since you arrived at his house — which was only like three minutes ago — and honestly, he wasn’t opposed, he loved hearing you talk so passionately about something. he parted his lips to inquire about the price but before he could utter a single word, you stepped behind, kneading his broad shoulders with your palm which resulted in a shiver running down his spine, “what are you doing?” he chuckled, crouching slightly so he didn’t have to arch his back for you to reach. “tryin’ to give you a massage, does it feel alright?” you replied, chopping across his back with the side of your hand like the masseuses in movies do. “yeah.” there was no uncertainty in voice — that you could pick up on, at least — which brought a small smile to your face. your pointy nails dragged along his back, absentmindedly drawing letter and symbols that you thought daichi wouldn’t pick up on as he laxed expression and low murmurs of satisfaction suggested he was too engrossed in the feeling to notice, but you were proven wrong as you finished tracing ‘i ❤ u’ onto his skin. you were only snapped out of your thoughts when your boyfriend let out a hearty chuckle, “i love you too.”

KUSUO SAIKI was on defence. being a psychic who’s powers rivalled those of god, he never would’ve thought that he would be caught out by confidant — who was also his romantic partner — and a set of devilish claws. to think, he was originally foolish enough to think of them as pretty since they were complementing colors and nice shapes. plus, he had no reason to believe they were dangerous. until you began sneaking up behind them and using your nimble fingers to mimic the movement of an insect on his back. the first time you pranked him, he almost energy blasted you straight to hell. fortunately for him, you took the hint and felt extremely bad for taking advantage of his fears like that, offering to give him a massage as an apology. despite the fact he made it painfully apparent that he didn’t want to be near you until you got those wicked talons removed, here he was; sitting crossed-legged with his head rested between your thighs as you gently ran your hands through his hair, down his neck and across his shoulders. and the worst part was, he was actually enjoying it! the feeling of your finger working expertly at every knot in his neck and lifting what felt like the world’s weight of his shoulders left him helplessly melting into your touch. plus, his previous concerns about your hands in his hair were proven irrelevant as you make it a point to be extra careful around his clips. “thank you, (y/n).” he hummed, voice muffled slightly as his cheek was pressed against your thigh. “and sorry for almost killing you earlier.”

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bobateastay · 3 years

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Hi from a new follower ❤😁

Can I get a hyunjin smut where his idol gf has a stage with another male idol and he just want to make sure that's she is his feel free to add any other things I just can't get jealous sex with hyunjin will be do damn hot ❤✔

A/N: hi new follower!!!! i hope this didn’t take too long!! it was really fun to write but i’m really not sure if this is stiff or not, because it really reads that way to me :’) thank you so much for your request <3

nsfw content - do not interact or read if you are under 18

tags - vanilla, kinda rough, fluff, smut, oral sex (reader receiving), creampie

You’d never really pegged Hyunjin as a jealous sort of guy. He had a loud laugh, enjoyed kissing your shoulders and liked to make you breakfast when he could, even if he made a mess in the kitchen. He had never come across as jealous, not when you hung out with his members and not when you had to spend time away from him.

But when he heard you were preparing for a stage with a male idol from SM he suddenly seemed awfully possessive. Whenever he had a spare moment he would come to find you when you were practising, watching every move curiously. The few times he walked in on you practising with your idol partner, he sat there practically glowering at the other man.

Hyunjin insisted that he help you practise the choreography instead of you practising with the other male, going out of his way to learn the complicated steps as an excuse to be with you even when the other idol was there. It wasn’t getting annoying but it was clear that every time Hyunjin placed his hand on your lower back or insisted he be the one to tie up your hair when it was getting in the way he was making sure your partner knew that you were his.

A couple days before the performance Hyunjin sat in with you once again, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Hi baby,” you greeted him when you were done, panting softly as you leaned in to kiss him. He put on a forced smile, not bothering to greet or say goodbye to the man before walking you back to your dorm. “Everything okay?” His grip on your hand was tight and he glanced at you when he nodded. He was quieter than usual and it made you feel a little nervous.

“Dollface,” Hyunjin mumbled against your skin as you brushed your teeth. He hugged you from behind, face resting on your shoulder. “Do you really have to dance so close to him?”

“Hm? That’s just the choreography,” you gargled through the toothpaste in your mouth, leaning forward to spit in the sink. Hyunjin’s arms tightened around your waist, his fingertips dipping below the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

“Not that close,” he insisted, brows furrowing. You watched his expression in the mirror and waited for him to finish his sentence. He pressed his hips into your ass instead, fingers drawing circles into your skin. “You’re all mine, right?”

You felt your face heat up, a small giggle escaping you.

“Hyunjinnie,” you whined and reached up to hold his cheek. “I’m all yours. You don’t have to worry about anything. I love you, okay?”

“I know you do.”

His touches didn’t stop, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down. Without missing a beat he raised a hand to slap your ass, hard enough to make you wince. You set your toothbrush down, glancing back at him.

“Hyunjin-”

You were cut off by another slap, this time Hyunjin took the time to squeeze your ass gently, teeth grazing your shoulder before he kissed softly.

“You’re so pretty, baby, but you don’t realise it,” he said in your ear, slapping your ass again. This time you felt your body jolt forward, a whine rising in the back of your throat. “So you don’t realise the way he looks at you. But you’re all mine, you know that?”

You nodded, pushing your ass back against him. He could tell this was making you flustered by the way your cheeks flushed, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip. He slapped your ass once more before slipping a hand between your legs. He chuckled slightly, kissing along the crook of your neck.

“Don’t laugh,” you whined.

“You already got so wet,” he said softly. His fingers pressed between your folds, spreading your wetness. With two careful fingers he circled your clit, pulling a quiet moan from you. “You know nobody else can make you wet like this, right?”

You nodded, sighing quietly as he pushed just his fingertips into you. He indulged you for a little, pushing in up to his first knuckle. You tried to push your hips back onto him, annoyed by the shallow thrusts. The feeling of Hyunjin’s teeth biting at your shoulder made you shudder, his tongue flicking against the skin after leaving his mark.

“Turn around for me and sit up on the counter,” he commanded, pulling his fingers away from you. You did as he asked, not thinking twice. He dropped to his knees, hands pushing your legs apart. His fingers dug into the plush fat of your thighs, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. His lips were soft against your inner thighs, avoiding the place you wanted him most. You held your breath as he sucked dark hickeys into your skin, the sensitive skin tingling and aching a little at the feeling.

“It’s a shame I can’t mark you up all over,” he mumbled between kisses. “So that everyone would see who you belonged to.”

You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted that, afraid that he wouldn’t hesitate to do it if you said anything. Finally, he pressed a kiss over your panties, smirking at the wet spot that was forming. You were a little embarrassed. It hadn’t been all that long since he’d fucked you but his words were putting butterflies in your stomach. You really did want to be entirely his.

He made quick work of removing your underwear, holding your hips in a firm grip as he finally gave you what you wanted. You felt your legs shake a little as he kissed your clit, pressing his tongue between your folds. His fingers circled around your entrance, pushing inside of you as his tongue focused on your clit.

Your thighs instinctively tried to close, but Hyunjin gripped your thigh tightly with his free hand. He pulled back from you, fingers still pushing into you. He curled them slightly to hit against the spot that always made your stomach tighten

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” he asked. You opened your mouth to speak but were interrupted by his fingers beginning to shove into you roughly. You whimpered, finally letting out a loud moan as he used his thumb to rub your clit. “What’s wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?”

His tongue flicked against your clit again, rubbing against you so that your legs shook.

“Jinnie,” you whined, letting your head fall back as he pushed another finger in, stretching you around him. “Please fuck me. Please, please, please-”

“Does it feel good?”

You pouted, hands reaching down to tug on his hair.

“Yes, it feels good, please-”

“Nobody else can make you feel this good,” he said firmly. His fingers curled inside of you one more time, causing you to shudder before he stood up, his hand messy from how wet you were. He held your jaw with one hand, waiting for you to open your mouth for him. His fingers pushed past your lips, letting you taste yourself on his fingers.He groaned at the way your tongue moved between the long digits, sucking obscenely until his fingers were completely clean. “Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, grinning at the drool that dripped down your chin.

“My good girl.”

You spread your legs for him, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. He murmured something about how desperate you were but didn’t waste any time pulling them down, lining up with your entrance as he pumped his dick in his hand.

“You’re mine.”

You nodded, moaning at the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing up and down against you.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, prince,” you fussed, wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer. “I’m all yours, please fuck me. Please.”

“How could I say no to such a pretty face?”

He pushed in slowly, always a tease, his hands holding onto your hips tightly. You whimpered, locking your lips with his in a messy kiss, your noses bumping a little as you gasped into his mouth. You thought he’d finally bottomed out, moaning quietly against his lips. There was a pause and then a rough thrust forward, the rest of his cock slamming into you.

“Fuck!” you cried out, the breath knocked from your lungs. Hyunjin smirked.

“D’you think anybody else could ever make you feel this good?” he muttered, grunting softly as he began to fuck into you. He took his time, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back into you roughly. You shook your head no, pulling on his hair. You tried to keep your voice down but your efforts were futile, each thrust making you moan. “D’you think anybody else could make you moan like this? Make you so messy like this?”

“No, Hyunjin- ah! Shit,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder. You could feel yourself throbbing and clenching around him. He angled his thrusts carefully, hands gripping your waist tightly. You dripped all over his length, the bathroom filled with the lewd sound of skin on skin and both of your moans.

“Nobody else ever gets to see you like this,” he told you, his thrusts sloppier now as he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb. “Nobody else gets to make you cum or gets to touch you like this, understand?”

Your sex pulsed at his words, your hips bucking slightly as you nodded.

“Yes,” you moaned, pulling him close. His breath on your lips made you whine. “Yours, yours, yours.”

“Good girl,” he mumbled, kissing you as you came around him, shuddering and whimpering. He smiled against your lips, swearing under his breath at how you tightened around him. He came with a particularly rough thrust, almost knocking you back against the bathroom wall. You held him close, his forehead resting against the crook of your neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

When he pulled out his release dripped a little from between your legs, the sight making him groan again.

“Looks like you’re going to have to shower again,” he said with a soft laugh.

“I didn’t know you could be so jealous,” you teased, getting up from the counter to kiss him. He squeezed your ass fondly, his usual playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Just thought you should know who you belong to, right?”

You grinned at him.

“Yeah. I love you handsome.”

“I love you too, princess.”

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What's a Knife Between Onscreen Family // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Filming an emotionally wrought scene on the set of your current role as a regular goes very wrong very fast. Expecting the scene to be the most taxing of the day you find yourself in the ER getting a transfusion. It’s all fun and games until someone’s holding a sharp knife incorrectly, guess it’s just something in common with co-star Jared Padalecki.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fear, injuries, hospital, needles, angst, and fluff

Words: 3.5k (including lyrics)

A/N: I watched a part of a panel from a Supernatural con and found it hilarious that Jensen accidently stabbed Jared. So I had to write that for a Charlie Gillespie fic. Link to the video talking about the stabbing is right below this message.

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It had to be one of the most emotionally taxing scenes in your entire career as an actress on a physically demanding show. The scene had been incredibly mentally draining the daughter of a Winchester. It had been once season recurring, one series regular and now filming the third season. As the teenage Winchester, it threw a wrench in all the plans and the reckless character gave no shits.

“Okay, this is our last scene for the day!” Robert Singer, the director of his episode, called out from off stage. Standing at the top of the stairs in the Bunker, you jumped in close with a scrunched nose at the squishy sound.

Over the railing, both Jared and Jensen nodded their support from the ground level with concerned expressions. Ever since you joined the cast in season 13, they had become fathers to you. The sight of you drenched in stage blood was enough to churn their stomachs.

“I gave you the barebones of the scene so work with it. Briar’s traumatized after fighting for her life and has been gone for a while.” Robert explained, “Cas couldn’t find her. I want this to be a tribute like Dean in season 10 episode 14: The Executioner’s Song.”

Taking a deep breath in your emotions channelled into a hurricane in your chest, clenching your fingers on the knife.

“Action!”

Pacing the floor plan of the Bunker is two brothers bonded by sorrow, pain, sacrifice and love. Each throwing out locations on where Briar could be, Jack and Cas had been little help. Sam’s heart clenched tight bypassing images straight to torture. The kind of torture he had endured over the years.

Dean’s mouth opened to suggest another place when the Bunker door creaked open. The red converse appeared before the soggy jeans as the teen slowly made her way down the steps. Briar Winchester shook like a leaf staring off in the distance as the blood congealed on her face and hands.

“Briar.” Dean slowly spoke, moving towards the girl. His green eyes lit up in fury as the seventeen-year-old flinched back. Dean’s hand gently took the stained knife from the young girl.

“I-I didn’t mean to do it.” The meek voice appeared so unlike the usual confidence Briar talked with. In exhaustion, Briar’s knees collapsed, sending the teen right into Dean’s arms.

The stoic man gripped the youngest Winchester as his waist bearing her weight against his while Sam circled to be behind Dean. The choked sob echoed by another escaped the family huddle; one from Briar and the other from Dean.

“Dad.” Briar choked clenching her arms around the green-eyed adult’s shoulders, craving the safety of her father.

Ever since Dean could remember he had had a strict rule of always practising safe sex, he didn’t want a kid. Not in a world that had it out for Winchesters and not one where he might hold his child’s dead body in his arms. That all changed when Cas delivered Dean to a county jail where Briar was held just for a minor assault charge on a wealthy bully.

Dean never let himself want a future with the picket fence and the dog in the backyard but when Briar changed that. Dean would do anything for his family no matter the cost. Example: Selling his soul for Sam.

“Sh.” Dean spoke kissing the crown of her hair he savoured having his child safe in his arms, “I’ll help you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. We’ll heat some soup and toast.”

On autopilot, Dean helped Briar down the hall to the bathroom where she would freshen up and later burn the unsalvageable clothing. As Dean returned to Sam’s side, Castiel came with a sombre expression and an explanation.

“Dean. Sam.” Cas greeted them, flicking his blue gaze between the two brothers. The faint sound of the shower only picked up by the trained heightened sense of hearing from years of watching over their backs.

“Cas what the hell happened?” Dean demanded, “Why the hell is my little girl bruised and coated in blood?”

END FILMING SCENE

“Cut!” Robert called out to the large room with a big smile on his face, “I’ll watch it back. See if we need more takes.”

Jared and Jensen wiped the tears that fell from their cheeks just thinking on how wrought that scene felt. As fathers seeing a young adult in such a state severely agonized them. The duo jogged to see your back against the cold wall—a pinched expression marring your young face.

“How are you feeling after that?” Jensen asked, coming closer to squeeze your shoulders unfazed by the sticky fake blood. It was already all over his clothes from hugging you in character.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to have sharp objects.” You spoke glancing down at your knee that had been punctured by the knife. The dark jeans soaked in stage blood now concealed the real blood.

“Jensen, did you really stab another person.” Jared deadpanned his best friend referencing back a few years. Jared shoved one hand through his hair, receiving a nasty glare from the hairstylist on call.

The glare on Jensen’s face blistered the taller actor, “I didn’t stab you. You walked into the knife.”

The two bickered as they guided you back to the main stage where Robert had reached a final verdict. He had watched the replay twice along with his crew finding the raw emotion to be perfect. The little detail the three had added was well played. Dean unexpectedly consoling his daughter in tears; no threats to kill or push her to tell him what happened. The first time Briar referring to Dean as her father. Lastly, Sam’s unsure actions in consoling a young girl sucked into life like he was in his youth.

“We got a one-take winner!” Robert called out sending the entire crowd into loud applause and cheers. Jared taking most of your weight as you hobbled to the costume trailer.

The lovely costume designers helped remove the sticky shirt, jewellery and the red converse that had once been white. Only the jeans remained on your body to not mess with the wound. As much as you’d love to shower the blood off, it was near impossible, moving your knee stung and it was best to avoid aggravating it.

“Someone needs to ban Jensen from knives. Just wait till his wife finds out about this, she adores Y/N.” Martha chuckled from her sketches she designed on her breaks for a future in fashion design. Often in your free time, you would be her guinea pig with her designs using refurbished material.

Normally the banter would continue but not when your leg was bleeding, and Jared was taking you to the ER. To make time faster, Jared had scooped you into his arms to the black car their driver waited in.

“Towels are in place. Sorry, you got hurt, Kid.” Clif spoke, opening the door to the backseat where Jensen sat patiently. Unlike usual, he had seated himself in the front so you could stretch in the back.

A weak chuckle met air in the packed car from the blood loss that wasn’t overly bad but enough that Jared took the towel. His pressure on the wound caused a yelp that had Jensen flinching in guilt.

“The knife must have been sharp to cut a mouse in half,” Clif muttered turning towards the hospital close to set. Coincidently the drive took you passed the set your boyfriend currently filmed at.

“Might as well call me butter.” You retorted wincing at the throbbing pain, “You aren’t allowed any more sharp objects, Mr. Ackles.”

“Danneel already threatened to hide all the knives in the house.” The on-screen father laughed as the tension decreased in the small car. Despite the dizziness, it didn’t hide the guilt in Jensen’s green eyes.

Time flew by as you found yourself in a bed for observation and pictures for the knee. It came as a shock when the doctor requested one blood transfusion for the blood loss. The hope of being in and out had evaporated like water beads on a blistering summer day.

Julie and the Phantoms Set

Charlie adored his life as an actor where he was free to visit places, he might not have had the opportunity to do. He made friends with everyone he spoke to and even met the love of his life as an actor as well.

That being said today had been the longest one with a full schedule and barely time for lunch or snacks. Even a nap was unachievable, and he desperately wanted one for being awake for hours by now.

“Charlie! Did you know you’ve got missed calls?” Jeremy inquired, staring at the phone that went black once more. Charlie’s eyebrows came together at the mention. His family had the rough outline of times he would be unavailable to talk.

Stepping back from the craft table’s supper options, he lifted the phone from the table, bringing it to life. His lock screen showing multiple missed calls and voicemails from you, his family and two unknown numbers.

His jaw dropped further when Meghan called for the first time out of the group, “Megs?”

“Finally! Where have you been?” Meghan demanded pacing in the studio she had been using when she got the call. The pretty and successful young woman had gotten terrified at learning about Y/N.

“Filming? It’s the longest day of filming the show. It’s on the family schedule.” Charlie spoke, settling into one of the empty tables. His eyes watching the people entering and exiting the tent set up for food.

“Jesus. Mom called me when you didn’t pick up. Y/N’s in the hospital.” Meghan revealed sending the Canadian actor into a stiff posture. His hazel eyes blow wide and panic flooding his entire system.

“What?!” Charlie didn’t mean to shout nor turn paler than a piece of white paper, but it happened. The volume contracting looks from everyone in the vicinity. Owen even dropped the donut back in the box by the volume.

“She got stabbed with a knife. I sent the address earlier, and I haven’t gotten a lot of info.” Meghan told her older brother, “I know she’s getting a blood transfusion, but nothing else was released.”

Charlie couldn’t tell you what happened between Meghan telling him and reaching the hospital frantically. Nor could he figure out how Owen was in the back of the Uber with him guiding him through exercises; all thanks to Owen’s therapist for his anxiety.

His sneakers squeaked on the polished white floor in his mission to the receptionist transferring information from a chart to digital. Charlie’s painting brought him attention from the kind nurse acknowledging his presence.

“Just let me finish this one sentence.” The nurse hummed saving the information before turning their full attention to the frazzled male, “How can I help you?”

“What room is Y/N Y/L/N in? She was stabbed and needed a transfusion.” Charlie demanded deflating as Owen placed a hand on his shoulder. The Canadian’s eyes bright with panic and a deep fear

The nurse’s eyes softened, “I can’t give out information on patients unless your immediate family members.”

“I’m here-“

“Husband! He’s her husband, they eloped so she hasn’t changed her last name or updated her information.” Owen blurted out, rubbing the pad of his index finger on the black jeans he had worn for his role. The two hadn’t even bothered changing into their street clothing.

The nurse nodded their head-turning back to the computer to enter the name for the patient for the information. It took seconds before the nurse wrote on the miscellaneous sticky note of the ward and room number.

“My name is Riley. If you need any help, you can come back here, and I’ll do my best to give you answers.” Nurse Riley informed the duo with a kind smile nodding in the direction of your hospital room.

Owen’s long legs ate up the distance Charlie made in his sprint to the stairwell, “Shouldn’t we take the elevator?”

“My girlfriend is in a hospital bed. I can’t wait for an elevator.” Charlie rebuked the suggestion on the second flight. Owen’s sigh was the last sound made as the duo slammed into the door to the floor level.

Charlie and Owen appeared in the doorway of your hospital room panting from the exertion meeting the gaze of two actors. Charlie’s heart stuttered at the sight of the high volume of blood in your clothing and your hair.

The sharp gasp brought your attention to the shaking Canadian actor solely focused on scanning for wounds. His eyes barely staying on the two adult males you had been starring with for a few years. Schedule conflicts often led to no introduction to each other’s co-stars.

“What the hell?” Charlie choked stumbling to the chair beside your hospital bed next to the pole holding a blood bag, “Did you get mugged? Are you okay?”

“Char, take a breath, man.” Owen’s blue eyes shadowed with the worry as Charlie’s breathing shuddered. Owen could barely look at you covered in blood.

“Whoa! Charlie. I’m fine. This is stage blood. We had an intense scene, and there was a minor accident.” Your voice soothed the man gently taking Charlie’s hand to comfort him, “I lost a bit of blood. The doctor decided to give me a blood transfusion to bring my levels back up a bit before stitching it up.”

“How do you get stabbed accidently?” Owen questioned glancing at the two men standing silently in the corner. Due to contracts on the Supernatural set details of scenes and storylines was off-limits.

“Well, during filming, I took a knife from her, and she walked into the blade?” Jensen trailed off, shoving his elbow into Jared’s side at the scoff. It happened every time it was brought up.

“I-“Charlie blinked, shaking his head as he took a deep sigh in pushing that to the back burner to focus solely on you. His hand rubbed his face while he settled on squeezing your one hand in both of his.

The touch of your skin grounding him back to earth with the shattering visions of walking into the world without you. It would be both ways, the second his calloused warm skin brushed your hands; it was like the pain faded. Only a sense of content settled in your weary bones.

“Okay Miss Y/L/N.” Dr. Clancy walked into the room only halting to grab a pair of medical gloves, “I see your entourage grew. I’m Doctor Jim Clancy, and you must be Miss Y/L/N’s husband.”

Three pairs of eyes widened at the doctor’s words aimed towards the brunette actor turning a blushing mess. The words mouthed by Charlie to go with it gave barely any insight, but you did it. The moment you had a free minute with Charlie, you would interrogate him in the new title you had.

“Yeah, my husband.” You spoke flicking an expression to Jensen and Jared that caught on from the years together. They had taken you under their wing on your first day on set, and then you became family with their immediate family.

“I can confirm that my initial observation is that the wound doesn’t have anything that shouldn’t be in there. We stopped the bleeding, the x-ray came clean, we’ll set you up with IV fluid, and tetanus shot to be safe.”

“Nurse Gellar here will cut the rest of the jeans off, get you in a gown for a few hours of observation. Just a precaution for blood transfusions. We’ll have some scrubs you can wear when you can leave.” Dr. Clancy motioned to the tall redhead with a quiet demeanour.

Charlie’s lips lingered on your temple at the fear that flared in your expressive eyes, he would give anything to take your place. He softly sang your couple song as a whimper fell from your lips as the jean tugged the dried blood from the wound. The painful pressure felt as you guessed it had started to bleed again, the feel of liquid rolling down your skin, confirming it.

“I’ll sing anything.” Charlie whispered going through his mental catalogue of songs on your shared playlist, “Oh!”

I’m booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I’m gonna be alright

Without you baby is a waste of time

The tears falling no longer came from the pain but the sheer amount of love you had for the man there. Eyes glittering with pure adoration as his voice came off absolutely heart-melting. So, lost in each other neither of you noticed Owen had been filming from the moment Charlie had said ‘oh’.

Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed

It got washed away in a summer rain

You can’t undo a fall like this

’Cause love don’t know what distance is

Yeah, I know it’s crazy

Charlie’s hand slowly slid up your arms to cup your tear-streaked tacky cheeks in his warm grip. The hospital faded as it became just you and Charlie. Completely oblivious at the audience in the room.

“He loves her,” Jensen whispered to Jared out of the camera frame that the blonde-haired kid’s phone. It was such a pure moment it felt disrespectful to see this exchange but also honoured to see it firsthand.

“I’ve only seen the look in your eyes for Danneel,” Jared replied, cupping his hands over his face listening to the near inaudible wet chuckle you gave.

“As I have between you and Gen. They have the real kind of love.”

But I don’t want “good”, and I don’t want “good enough.”

I want “can’t sleep, can’t breathe without your love”

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody else

“Charlie.” You sobbed at the best part of your life serenading you in such a romantic moment at the odd setting—his hazel gaze greener in what would come to be a very dear memory to reminisce about.

The calloused thumb caressing your cheek wiping a teardrop away he continued to see as the doctor finished suturing the wound.

Nothing mattered other than the couple currently in a bubble.

Who cares if you’re all I think about,

I’ve searched the world and I know now,

It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind.

Yeah, I don’t want easy, I want crazy

Are you with me baby? Let’s be crazy

Charlie’s voice faded with the rest of the song bringing you back to reality with the nurse cleaning up around the wound. That’s how the rest of the day went on waiting for the blood transfusion and IV fluids to finish. You stuffed the tetanus shot while Charlie sang between different genres.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke with Charlie being the only one left in the room with you.

Owen had headed back to their set to finish a scene while giving the updates on you while Jared and Jensen grabbed food. J2 had been very clear they would get Martha to grab some clothing for when they came back. Jensen was determined to deliver you to your home as the first action to make it up to you.

“For what?” Charlie questioned as your index and thumb picked at the cuticles of the opposite hand. Your eyes were hidden from your boyfriend’s gaze.

“For dropping everything to be here.” The words were quiet in the room only filled with breathing and the heart machine you had to be hooked up to.

“My girl-“

“Don’t you mean wife?” You teased brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead taking in the man you had the honor of loving. Of waking up next to in the apartment, you’d been renting ever since you landed the role on Supernatural; overtime Charlie’s things had just accumulated there.

“It was the only way they’d let me in.” Charlie spoke sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, “It’s a little early to call you, but I’m excited to make you my last girlfriend and then my only wife.”

The chuckle fell from your lips, “So, you want to marry me?”

“In front of all our family and friends. Tucked away from the media to celebrate the love we have for each other.” Charlie spoke, “There’s no one else I’d like by my side for the rest of my life.”

A new flood of tears welled at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth laden in his eyes of kaleidoscope colours. Sometimes, depending on his emotion or his clothing, his eyes would be greener, or when he was happy, they had a blue tinge in the green in sadness or your favourite; brown with the swirls of green.

“How did I get so lucky to have the absolute honour to fall in love with you?” Your words created a swell of emotion in the Canadian’s heart.

“The same way whatever deities there are took pity on a boy from Dieppe by bringing him an angel.” Charlie words preceded the kiss on your lips with a grin as you chased his lips after. With one last peck, he leaned back with a fond expression.

“Seriously how do you get stabbed accidently?” Charlie chortled with that gorgeous smile lighting up the room more than the white lights.

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Smut Alphabet: Masamune (A-Z)

Contents: Various aspects of sexuality and suitor’s sexual preferences. Certain kinks may be mentioned, but they are not described in much detail.

A: Afterglow

How are they after the moment? Do the fall asleep fast? Prefer to cuddle? Just roll onto their side and want to be left alone?

Given how hectic Masamune’s life is, it comes as little surprise that oftentimes, he is plainly tired afterwards, all his wishes being reduced to cuddling up with his lover and falling asleep, even if just for a short nap. Just in general, however, it is a bit of a vulnerable moment for him, all his scars being clearly visible, his face still being flushed. If it is possible, he will stay up until his lover falls asleep... He may also be a little grumpy if he cannot get at least a single hug afterwards.

B: Boundaries

Do they have any hard “no”s, things they would never do? Any hard boundaries? What are those?

He is rather open to experiments, but he still has his public persona to uphold. As such, anything that could possibly spoil his or his lover’s image is off limits (for example, public humiliation). Other than that, it may happen sometimes that he’d rather keep his eyepatch on, it’s something that may come up every now and again.

C: Curious

Is there something they’d like to try out? Does something fascinate them?

Well, it isn’t necessarily obtainable in the past, but if there was ever a chance to get in possession of those, he’d be curious to try modern sex toys. His lover did tell him a bunch about the different types of those, what they can be used for, and it seems to have inhabited the back of his head ever since.

D: Daring

How much are they willing to tease their partner in public? Perhaps it does not end only on teasing?

Flirting, stray touches, kisses that are perhaps just a little bit too much to handle - all in all, if chances of them being noticed are rather slim, Masamune is willing to go all on. However, he enjoys the flustered face of his lover quite a lot and as such, will most likely draw it out. Is it him torturing his partner, or him torturing himself? Ah, both, indeed, both.

E: Emotion

What is their approach to having sex? Is it a deeply emotional experience for them, something casual, or perhaps - it depends?

At first he was very casual about it, the entire act being just means of calming down and relaxing. He never got too emotionally invested into it, the partners he had never staying for too long just regardless. He doesn’t regret having this approach, but his views did change after he fell for his lover. Gradually, he begun to invest more feelings into it, so ultimately - it depends! Sometimes it’s just a fun activity, sometimes means to bond with each other, sometimes both!

F: First Time

What was their first time like?

He remembers it as being a little embarrassing. For one thing, he didn’t really have anybody to talk about most sex-related topics before, so well, he did have to go into it while knowing only so much. However, his partner was more experienced than him, so he just let her take the lead and teach him.

It also ties with the story of how his low tolerance to alcohol was discovered. They did want to have a go at it earlier, but his partner suggested getting a drink first, as to relax a little. Well, she certainly did not expect for Masamune to just fall asleep right there and then. He could hardly live it down and it still makes for semi-valuable blackmail material.

G: Guilty Pleasure

Is there something they enjoy, although they aren’t particularly proud of it?

It may not be the act itself, but the feeling accompanying it. It sometimes happens that, after he risked a bit too much and got injured as a result, his lover takes the lead and gets just a little rough. He is generally more so dominant towards them being dominant, but there is just something about it when they tie his wrists up and pin him down...

H: Hands

How is their touch? Do they lean more towards being rather rough, or perhaps gentle?

Endless hours of wielding a sword have left his hands rather rough. Nevertheless, if he just wishes so, his touch can be gentle and soothing - and it is so, whenever he wants to spoil his partner rotten and feels well enough. Some days are more emotionally draining, however, or much rather - anxiety inducing. He generally turns rougher then.

I: Imagination

Is there something they fantasise about? Would they want to turn it into the reality?

Masamune doesn’t generally let his mind wander, always opting to focus on the present... However, there are certain moments during the day when he lets himself be more lax - when falling asleep, soon after waking up... He may be thinking of what happened in his dream, but his real weakness is his lover doing anything in particularly suggestive manner. He also sometimes thinks of them playing out different roles. Some of those he’ll most probably bring up at one point.

J: Jest

How likely they are to joke about and during sex?

Joke about sex? More so general jokes are guaranteed to occur. Anything too specific to his relationship is unlikely to surface - unless it is an innuendo only his lover will understand. As for joking during sex... It is a fun activity! If anything goes mildly wrong or embarrassing, he is sure to laugh it off. (Well, unless it’s him who is the embarrassed one. He may need some help then).

K: Knowledge

Are they experienced? Is there something they didn’t or still don’t know?

Practise-wise he is very experienced - he was not only willing to try out different things, but had his fair share of partners. However, biology-wise... He may be lacking in that subject quite a bit, at least with the daily side of things. As in, he did know of period and that they appear roughly once a month, but since he never really shared his life with anybody, he wasn’t too aware of food cravings that happen before them, or of how severe the cramps can be.

L: Loud

Are they loud? Do they prefer to stay silent? What sounds to they make?

He generally tried to stay on the quieter side, and he still does, but well... It is not hard for his lover to fluster him and turn his grunts into moans, quite the opposite.

M: Misfortune

What is the most unfortunate thing that ever happened to them while having sex? How accident-prone are they?

Given his observant nature and the fact that he’s generally vigilant, Masamune is a sort of accident repellent. However, even he lets his guard down sometimes... Apparently, a moment of distraction is all it takes for a ruined orgasm and his lover slipping, falling forward, and accidentally elbowing him on the blind side of his face. He did have a bruise afterwards.

N: Nudity

How do they feel about their body? Are they insecure about something? Are they confident?

On most days, he’s rather confident in his looks. He is aware that his scars are part of the charm too, and that some view those as attractive - so quite honestly, the sprinkle of insecurity he felt upon entering a more so stable relationship was very surprising to him. His lover was the first person to touch the mark after his missing eye, after all... However, with enough time, it diminished almost completely and only ever resurfaces on the most draining of days.

O: Open

How open are they about their fantasies and wants? Is it hard for them to share those with their partner?

He’s very open about his needs, and save for few ideas, it is basically guaranteed that if he truly wants something, he will bring it up sooner rather than later. He doesn’t find it particularly hard too, well.. Unless there is an off-chance it will make him look mildly “uncool” - bad habits die hard.

P: Preferences

What do they like in their partner? What turns them on, what does the very opposite?

He loves it when his partner shows their need, when they speak up about what they want, and how they want it. Them being expressive and loud? Getting a little rough with him in return, their fingers pulling at his hair? It gets him going so much. As for the opposite of that... He does have a rather sensitive nose, so aside from the obvious lack of hygiene: a very strong perfume, or an overly sweet one. The scent of alcohol. He also generally doesn’t necessarily fancy the idea of his partner having their entire life circle around their beauty and maintaining it, even at the expense of enjoying themselves.

R: Regrets

Are there some things they regret having done? Or perhaps some things they wish they had tried?

No. Masamune strives to live his life without regrets. If he wants something? He will reach for it, or at the very least try to and see what his partner thinks.

S: Safe Word

What would their safe word be? Would they ever need it? When?

Oh, they have a couple of those! “Can we have sweet buns for dinner?” if his teasing in public starts getting too far. “Shogetsu wouldn’t like that” for when they’re having sex. Three squeezes at any body part if they can’t speak, for any reason (be it while they’re making love or in public).

T: Tested

What are some of their favourite activities to indulge in? The positions they’ve tested and enjoy? Something they’d go for while tired in the evening?

It’s rather situation specific! For early mornings, especially if he’s still a bit sore (either after injury or being more passionate the night prior): both him and his lover lying on their sides, their back turned towards him and he rolls his hips into them For evenings/nights, when he’s especially tired and in need of comfort: missionary For when he’s injured and cannot move too much without pain: his partner riding him, mutual masturbation Other than that, oral sex by itself is on the list too.

U: Unknown

Do they hold any secrets? Are there some things they have not shared with their partner?

Masamune never hid it whenever he missed his lover, but he never went into details about it either. As such, the dreams he sometimes has when they’re apart for longer, but soon to meet again are a bit of his secret.

W: Weakness

What are their weak spots?

Hmm... His ears, when their teeth just lightly graze them. The inside of his wrist when his lover kisses it. He’s also always moved when his lover caresses his scar.

X: XOXO

Have they ever sent texts/letters with some suggestive content? How likely are they to do so?

~can include a snippet of such a letter

Yes. Masamune has done it and he will most likely do it again.

[in reply]

Yes, I do miss you. But what do I miss the most? I cannot tell. Is it your smile? The way your lips feel on mine? I wish to nibble at your neck and see your eyes cloud again. I wish to taste you, your hands in my hair as you writhe in pleasure and beg for more. I want to hear your moans as I rock you, to feel your nails dig into my shoulders.

How can you ask which one of those I miss the most? Clearly, we would have to try them all again for me to fully know... Or perhaps even some more, if you had some doubts of your own.

Y: Yearning

How fast do they start to miss their partner?

It generally takes a couple weeks, perhaps even a bit over a month. As much as it may not set in fast, it sets in violently - and once they reunite, he is truly hungry of their affection.

Z: Zealousness

Do they like to give? To receive? How zealous are they in pleasuring their partner?

Overall, he doesn’t like to receive more than he gives, and prefers to finish his partner at least once before the attention is split between the two of them. He feels neutral about going down on his partner - it’s not his favourite thing by itself, but their reactions are well worth it, so it’s enjoyable in that way. He’s a bit uneasy when he’s on the receiving end first.

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My I please ask for smut alphabet for Cedric Diggory I am high on the boy right now 🥺💖

Thank you for requesting this! Love a bit of cedric ;)

Hope you enjoy this! Gif creds to owner :)

Cedric Diggory Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Cedric loves having a hot bath with you after sex, rubbing out any tensions in your muscles, your back pressed to his chest as you soak in the suds. He makes sure to give you at least twenty kisses, all over the place

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favourite part of his body is his strong, broad chest. He’s quite stocky in his build, but doesn’t mind, loving the sight of you curled against his chest

On you, he loves your eyes. They’re so expressive, so welcoming and warm- he could easily get lost in them

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Cedric prefers to come inside you, and you can’t complain- you love the feeling of his warm come filling you up

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He really fancies the idea of taking you in places you’re not really meant to have sex. He’s such a model student, that he can’t help the little jolts of excitement he gets from having sex in empty classrooms and the quidditch lockers

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Cedric is FIT- lots of girls (and boys) fancy him, and he’s had a few partners, so he knows what he’s doing. He always manages to find new ways to make your knees weak

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) Missionary. He likes being on top, controlling the pace, making sure to elongate the moment (even when you beg to come)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) He sometimes makes little comments while you fuck that result in bouts of breathy laughter mixed in with moaning. More often than not though, he’s very concentrated on the moment.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) A patch of neat, dark curls sits proudly above his cock. He keeps it nice and trimmed and under control, which is his personal preference

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Ced gets really into it- he's always kissing, licking, sucking or biting something, and in the moments when your skin isn’t getting marked up, he’s moaning praise for you into your flesh. He’s also really grabby?? Like he will happily grab onto anything just to hold you close to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He does it in the shower, sometimes, though with you, he doesn’t feel the need to. Still, he quite likes watching you touch yourself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cedric is big on orgasm denial. He loves how needy you get when he keeps you on edge for ages, watching as you squirm and beg...

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

As mentioned in D, Cedric likes places where you’re not really meant to have sex... The prefect's bathroom is one of them, with its deep swimming pool/bath, the powerful showers and all the magical ointments and perfumes... it’s a sensory delight.

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

He does not need very much to get turned on. A sure-fire way to get him going is to bite your lip, even slightly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Cedric really doesn’t like bragging about your sex life. To him, it’s something extremely private and intimate, a time only for you two to enjoy one another

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

He’s eager to please- he learns very quickly the best ways to make your throb against his mouth The first time you went down on him, he did not last long, stroking your hair and gripping the sheets, his muscular thighs tensed hard to stop from bucking up into your throat... not that you would’ve minded.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Cedric is somewhere in the middle. He can go slow, he can pound you, but normally he’s somewhere in the middle, with strong thrusts that have your eyes rolling back

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He has mixed feelings. Sometimes he can wait to get you alone and enjoy you properly... sometimes you end up fucking right before quidditch practise, otherwise he’d come in his trousers like a juvenile

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s keen to explore with you, new things that could be just as pleasurable(or even more so) than what he already knows. Sometimes you’ll bring something up and he’ll just grin and say ‘go on then, darling,’

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This boi is VERY athletic, climbing trees, doing quidditch and shit, so he can last a fair few rounds, each a substantial length. You’re normally the one who taps out before him

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any toys, but if you do, he’s more than eager for a demonstration ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cedric can tease. He keeps his composure much better than you, and he uses this to his advantage, often leaving you breathless when you really should be concentrating on your charms essay

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He starts off quiet and gets progressively louder as he reaches completion, shouting out his release in a hoarse, strained voice

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He ADORES you in lingerie. Any colour, any style, any material. He just loves the look of you, all dressed up for him Often it will end up in tatters on the floor though, so don’t get too attached :)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Cedric is rather thick. He stretches you out so well, you often need a moment to adjust before he starts fucking you.

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

It fluctuates. When he’s stressed, there's nothing he wants more than to fuck you into oblivion as you cry out for him. Other times, he won’t mind if you have sex or if you just cuddle for a bit.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. He’s normally fine after a quickie, just needs a moment to catch his breath. After a proper round of sex, however, he loves curling up with you and nodding off, limbs tangled together

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nanamikentoslutt · 3 years

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Reiner x FemReader 18+ smut

Triggers: This is 18+ NSFW. Slight degradation, cum play, vaginal sex, stretching, choking

Words: 3.2k

Synopsis: You're thinking of leaving the scouts when Reiner convinces you to stay. AOT universe.

It was only your second week in the scouts regiment and you’d already felt like you’d made the wrong decision. Your lack of titan kills on the training field today was the last straw for you to request a transfer. You knew you just weren’t up for the job, you could better use your skills elsewhere. You couldn’t stop thinking about the friends you’d made in such a short period of time though. You wasn’t quite sure how to say goodbye, you felt stupid for thinking they’d even miss you that much considering how long you’d known each other.

Your mind was already made up and making your way through the grounds to the mess hall you decided you’d tell everyone over dinner and hopefully be dismissed by morning. Grabbing a tray you take your food and try to find your space.

“Here she is, y/n, I didn’t see you at practice?” Connie shouts, waving one arm up in the air at you while the other is busy with a piece of bread. Sitting down at the table next to him the usual gang was already there.

“Yeah, where were you y/n?” Sasha chimed in, a mouth full of food, occupied on what was on her plate but still asking with sincerity in her voice.

“I’m sorry I forgot to say that after training today I had to take a break, I know it’s only been a couple weeks but I’m thinking about transferring tomorrow.”

The entire table looked at you, shocked at the words that had left your mouth. Eren who was towards the end of table arguing with Jean now focused completely on you, “but you can’t go yet y/n, you haven’t even properly finished training!” Eren’s face looking at you earnestly, almost as if he was truly sad to see you go. This immediate reaction from everyone did surprise you, as it really had only been a couple weeks.

“Yeah, I know but It’s just not for me, I’m not like you guys. I didn’t make the top 10 and I’m surprised they even let me in in the first place.”

With everyone’s attention still on you, you started to feel a bit sorry for yourself and didn’t mean for it to come off so… sad. Trying to lighten up the mood you nudge Connie on the side with your elbow.

“Oi! Hey, what was that for!”

Over dramatically rubbing his arm you giggle into your chest a little. “Wow, I didn’t know you guys were so obsessed with me?”

A chorus of “oh come on!” and “Nobody said that now Y/N.” left the table, everyone returning to their meals and taking their eyes off of you now chuckling but still wanting to enquire.

Reiner who was sitting opposite you however didn’t take his eyes off of you, he was watching your face with deep concern, almost studying the way you’d immediately returned to a more sombre expression. Reiner had no shame about staring at you either, every now and then you’d glance up from your plate and see him still analysing your face. His elbows on the table, and his hands folded into one another placed under his chin.

You finished your meal and said your goodbyes to everyone, promising to give a proper goodbye in the morning when everyone was together properly. Placing your stray down you glanced back towards the table to see that Reiner had also got up and left. The reaction from everyone at the table was making you second guess your decision now, you hadn’t expected everyone to be so close. Either way you promised you’d at least sleep on it and decide first thing in the morning.

You headed for the showers to clean up before bed, the sun had already set and it was getting late but you wanted to wash and clear your head a little bit. The perks of showering so late meant you got the whole room to yourself and you could spend a little more time in there.

Turning off the shower you heard the shower room door creak open, not being able to see through the steam you waved your arm around frantically looking for a towel. It was so late you hadn’t expected anyone to disturb you.

“Hey! I’m in here!” You cried out. Clumsily wrapping the towel around your torso, desperately trying to cover your nipples from falling out on view.

“Yeah and now I’m here too.”

You recognised the sarcastic voice instantly, it was deep and low and almost sounded unbothered. Reiner had walked in, a towel rolled up in his hand, shirt off and only his trousers on. Walking towards you the steam had now separated enough for you to see each other.

“Oh hey, y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here this late. I’ll let you finish up.”

Turning around and heading back towards the door you lifted the towel that was slowly slipping from your chest back up- “No, it’s fine Reiner. I was just about to leave actually, it’s all yours.”

Reiner stopped in his tracks and turned around back to you halfway. Not quite sure where to place his eyes, he kept his head down, not wanting to offend you. Every now and then though he’d try and sneak a glance at you while he watched you pick up the remainder of your clothes. He’d never admitted it before but Reiner loved your body, watching you fall over countless times in practise and always running to help you back up. He loved the way the scouts uniform looked around your thighs, it was his weird weakness. Watching you bend over he got locked into a trance and now all the gentlemanliness he’d tried to maintain had gone out the window.

You finished picking up your uniform and got up to face Reiner, turning around you were shocked to see his eyes on you, it made your cheeks blush slightly. Standing naked with nothing but a towel on you realised how the whole situation looked and could understand Reiner’s feral looks.

“y/n, i’m sorry I was just-”

“It’s cool Reiner, I'm a girl, you’re a guy. I’m soaking wet and pretty much naked. It’s no biggy.”

Reiner let out a quiet chuckle as his eyes turned back down to the tiles as you scooched past him, feeling like a schoolboy that had just been caught with his cock in his hand.

Opening up the door Reiner swiftly turned to you “Hey! I wanted to say earlier I don’t think you should leave the scouts. You didn’t make the top ten but you’re still good.”

Your eyes now fixed onto his, one hand keeping your towel up and the other holding your clothes you felt like this was the worst time for him to say this.

“You fall over in training and me and Bert have had to save your ass a few times in those big ass trees but you’re still better than half the people here. You’re strategic and have helped us out more times than I can count. It’s why no one wants you to go.”

Your eyes now widening onto Reiner’s face you felt an overwhelming feeling, you didn’t know how to respond. Hearing that from someone like Reiner made you rethink your entire approach. You almost felt teary.

“Reiner, I.. um.. Thank you. But nothing is set in stone yet, I promised I'd sleep on it.”

“Right, of course. I just wanted you to know I’d miss you if left, Y/N.”

His eyes back onto you, now glossy and endearing. He took a few slow steps closer to you while you were still transfixed onto his face.In a moment he was now an arms length away from you. You’d been close to Reiner plenty of times but never while he was shirtless and never while you were wet and naked. You were now titling your head to look up to him, his frame almost twice the size as yours, was he always this big? His torso was now glistening from the heat the shower had left and moving your eyeline down to his arms you felt a warm feeling between your legs.

“I’d miss you too, Reiner.”

Your bodies were now inches away from each other and the silence that filled the room was becoming heavy. Reiner’s face now accompanied a small smirk, unlike his well-mannered demeanor earlier. Your face was level with his chest he was so tall, your breath now staggered he could feel you blushing.

Almost pointing out how small you are compared to him he bent over slightly to come down to your height, he was now in your face grinning.

“Why don’t I give you something to miss?”

The warm feeling in between your legs was starting to grow. Grabbing your hand that was keeping up the towel against your torso, Reiner pulled it to the side and with your hand in his you both let it drop, you were now standing completely naked in front of him. The wet of your hair sliding down your chest over your nipples made Reiner’s cock twitch beneath his trousers.

Grabbing your waist with both hands Reiner pulled his face onto yours and hungrily started to move his tongue in your mouth. His hands slid down to below your ass cheeks and he squeezed them hard enough for you to moan into his mouth. He tapped on your ass cheek as if to signal to hop up onto him and without hesitation you did. Holding you up you were now straddling Reiner’s torso and devouring each other’s face, coming up every now and then for a breath with a small line of saliva connecting you two.

You weren’t a virgin by any means but it had been so long since you’d gotten fucked that this feral-like heat rained over your body leaving you desperate for Reiner’s touch.

Carrying your entire weight in his arms effortlessly he slowly started to walk backwards until his back hit a wall, your lips still glued to each other he gently lowered himself down on the shower bench.

You were now straddling his lap fully naked while he was tracing sloppy kisses down your neck getting rougher each time you moaned out. “Fuck, reiner-” Hearing you say his name like a desperate slut made the tent in his trousers grow and you felt it brush against your now slick cunt. “Fuck that feels so good.” you breathed over Reiner’s head, his face and mouth deep in your chest, running his wet tongue over your nipple and grazing it slightly, looking back up to you, testing the waters to see how rough you could take it. Moving your hips in a quick thrusting motion, desperate to feel the friction over your pussy, Reiner pulls back and looks straight at you and lets out a small laugh. “Desperate are we?”. Your face hot with embarrassment and lust your cheeks start to glow, you don’t know how to reply so you start nodding while making noises. “Mhm, mmm I.. mmmm”. Reiner loves seeing you desperate and needy for his cock, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and he’s already worked you up into a drooling cock hungry mess. Falling back into your face his hand swiftly moves down to the waistband of his trousers and he quickly adjusts you to remove them. The skin on skin contact you were longing for was now reality. Reiner’s cock springing up from his pants you stop your hips moving and look down in awe. He lets out a little laugh while examining your face, eyes widening as you try and think about how you’re going to fit him all. His length was nice but the girth was insane.You’d never taken something so thick and your heart started to thud in your chest. Cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in closer for a kiss, he startles your gaze from down below back onto him. “Are we getting nervous now, y/n?” he grinned at you again knowing how badly you wanted it. Grabbing the base of his cock he teased your slick slowly, letting your sticky juices coat his tip and dribble down to his hand, he uses it to pump his cock and over his entire length, dropping his head back and letting out a moan you slowly drop yourself onto him. Using his huge shoulders for handles you push yourself past the tip and start to gently fuck yourself on it, his large hands placed on your ass cheeks guiding you without pressing you down too hard. Your moans were now becoming erratic and your throbbing cunt was aching for more. Slipping down you take his whole length inside you and you stopped moving for a moment just to adjust to his length. With his head still resting back on the head of the bench, Reiner didn’t take his eyes off of you. “Such a good girl taking my cock like that, you like that don’t you?”. Once again you just eagerly nod and let out some incoherent sounds.

“No, no, no baby. I want you to say it.”

Bobbing up and down on his cock, your face now completely flustered, catching your breath you fix your blurred vision to stabilize on Reiner and tell him just how much you love it. “I like it, i- i- I love it…” A big smile starts to form on his face as his grip on your ass starts getting so tight it leaves a mark. He grabs your cheeks and gives you one hard thrust so deep your insides start to hurt in the best way, he starts pumping his cock so fast inside your clenching walls your arms stretched out on his chest starts to fly around to his neck to give yourself a better grip. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin fills the tiled room and echoes off the walls. You start to feel a knot in your stomach as Reiner doesn’t give up on his pace. “I’m.. so close, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Your voice is like liquid gold running through his ears as he takes your que to only get faster, his thick cock getting coated in your juices he places one hand on the centre of your back and the other firmly around your neck. He starts to press down on your throat as his pace is still speeding up. “Cum for me baby, cum on my cock and be a good girl.”

Unable to properly speak, you once again start nodding and let out a muffled “mmm yes..p-please..”

And within moments the knot in your stomach begins to expel, your pussy now clenching on his cock and your moans filling the room, you close your eyes and let your back naturally arch as you ride out your climax. Reiner has started to slow down on pumping his member inside you and watches your fucked out face with pure enjoyment. He lets go of your neck and starts kissing where his thumb was placed. Your whole body feels so used each of his thrusts now feel like he’s pumping his own personal ragdoll. Reiner pulls away from your neck and grabs your chin with one hand, opening your mouth with his thumb he places it lightly on your tongue.

“You like being my little cock-sleeve don’t you?”

You let out a breathy giggle and with his thumb still in your gaping mouth he moves your head in a nodding motion, answering for you.

“Yeah, I think you do, y/n.”

His cock still rock hard inside you, Reiner needed to cum and he needed to cum bad. In no spare time he flipped your body over and placed you in reverse cowgirl, he grabbed both your wrists behind your back in one hand and his other hand snaked around your torso to your chest.

Once he felt the position was just right he slammed into you with no mercy, this was a faster pace than before and your entire body started to slip forward but he was keeping you in place with his hands. His cock smashing into your used aching cunt so fast the noises escaping your mouth were sounding like vibrations. Never had you been fucked so hard. Reiner started to groan and his grip on you began to tighten, his fingernails digging into your breast way deeper than he had originally intended but your now sloppy cunt was bringing him to the edge. Letting out one loud groan “fuck..” Reiner fills your insides with his cum, he’s so deep inside you he holds you still for a moment while his head comes to rest down on the groove of your neck and he pants like a dog in you for a moment. So worn out you just let him keep you in place while you feel his hot breath run down your neck.

“Shit, Reiner... I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You both laughed together as he sat up and helped you hop off him and stand. Still sitting on the bench he slapped your ass that was right in front of him. It was a light playful slap and he leaned back and watched you turn to him.

“Oi, less of that, you little brat.” He couldn’t help but smile at you.

Smiling back you started to feel his cum pool out from your hole and dribble down your thigh. Embarrassed, you turn to find something to wipe yourself down with.

“Wait, y/n, come here for me. Let me get it for you.”

You walk towards him now in between his legs, looking down you watch him take his index and middle finger and run it up the trail of cum on your thigh, he makes sure to get every last drop.

Just watching him you’re confused about where he was going with it but looking up at you his eyes locked onto yours.

“Open your mouth.”

You didn’t hesitate and did as he said, gaping your mouth open and sticking your tongue out he grabbed the side of your head with one hand and shoved his two fingers that had collected all the cum into your mouth and down your throat. Wanting to be so good for him you sucked on his fingers and swallowed the remainder of the cum. He looked at you like he was almost ready to fuck you all over again.

“You’re filthy, you know that, y/n?”

Reiner’s low voice made you so eager to please. You’d never been fucked like that and it made you wonder how long he’d been wanting to do that. Truthfully he’d been wanting to fuck you like that the moment he first caught a glanse of you, but after meeting you and realising how smart and thoughtful you were to the other scouts he felt guilty for thinking such bad things. But now he knows you wanted it too and he’s not afraid to give you more.

Both putting your clothes on you agree to not tell anyone about this, Reiner’s little speech made you change your mind about leaving the scouts. The speech and maybe something else..

Leaving the shower room now much dirtier than you’d entered you turned to Reiner, who was doing the buckle of his belt.

“I appreciate what you said earlier, and truthfully I would miss you If i left. So I think I should stay around for a bit.”

Reiner glanced at you and turned back to his belt and smirked, feeling very satisfied with himself he gave out a low chuckle. You took that as your que to go.

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duskholland · 4 years

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what about tom finding out mid-sex that y/n has a choking kink and he just gets really friggin turned on jfhfjfjdjdjd (u dont have to do this but like if u do id die)

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath cut.

warnings: choking kink, rough sex. practise kink responsibly pls.

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Tom’s got you pushed up against the bedroom door, one hand pressing into your waist, the other holding your leg up to his side. It’s rough: teeth clashing, spit flying, the harsh sounds of your bodies charging the air as he pounds into you relentlessly.

He can feel your hands, all slippery and hot from sweat, sliding over his naked torso. Your fingernails catch on his shoulders, leaving small red crescent-moon shapes to his skin as you cling onto him for dear life. He hooks your leg further around his side and it opens up your wet cunt, giving him easier access to slam deeply into you, and it makes him curse to see your eyes roll back as you whimper.

Tom is unrelenting, passionate, and it feels so good to have his cock buried up to the hilt in your pussy that he thinks he’s about to ascend to heaven.

“Tom,” you stammer out through gritted teeth, your voice rough and desperate. “More.”

Tom manages to quirk his eyebrow, his entire face pulled tight from the exertion of pounding into you over and over. “More?” He queries, his eyes widening. “I’m going flat out here, darling. What do you need?”

You whine, shaking your head when he moves the hand on your hip towards your clit. With trembling fingers, you grab his wrist and bring his hand up towards your face. You bite your lip, your eyes swirling with a dark, intense lust that takes Tom’s breath away as you tenderly press his hand to your throat.

“Choke me,” you beg. You nod desperately, your hair flying all over the place as Tom slows down his pace, replacing his furious thrusts with longer, drawn-out ruts of his hips as he tries to clear his mind.

“Choke you?” He repeats, the words slow and calculated. His eyes trace over your face, reading the heady need in your eyes and the way you’re chewing your lower lip. He swallows deeply. “Does my little angel want to get choked as I fuck her?”

The whimper that travels up your throat is so divine Tom almost loses it right there and then.

“Please,” you whisper, pulling at his shoulders. “Need it. I need it so much, Tom. W’nna feel your hand around my neck as your cock fucks me so deep.”

“Shit, okay.” Tom hesitates, his hand hovering lightly over the column of your neck. “Tap out if you don’t like it, okay?” And he doesn’t do anything until you nod your head fervently.

The noise you make when he experimentally pushes his fingers against your throat is enough to coax his pace back to speed. You strain against him, forcing him to add more pressure against your neck, and as you gasp for air, you pull him even closer, wrapping your leg further around him and forcing him deeper.

Tom goes back to fucking you hard, the sounds of your sloppy arousal mixing with the strangled whimpers and the gasps that slip past your lips. He doesn’t press too hard into you, because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but it seems the mere presence of his hand resting over your throat is erotic enough to give you the edge you need, and the sight is so radiant that Tom can’t stop himself from running wild with the dirty talk.

“Mmm, who would’ve known you’re such a kinky girl, Y/N?” He coos, grunting out between thrusts. At his words, he feels your cunt clench around him. “Such a pretty little thing, with my hand wrapped around your neck. Letting me fuck you so hard, too. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp out, your eyes fluttering shut as you grow overwhelmed from all the sensations. Your fingers slide between your legs to rub furiously over your pulsing bud, and Tom’s hand over your neck keeps you in place as your body starts to shake. “‘M your good girl, Tom.”

“Yes, you are.” He’s so fucking close. All those pretty strangled noises you’re making, and the way your body ruts down to meet his thrusts makes Tom feel like he’s going to explode, and going off the distant, blissed-out expression spreading over your face, he knows you are too. “Gonna let go for me, darling? I want you to cum for me.”

Your name tumbles from his mouth like a prayer as Tom fucks you through a mind-numbing high. Your figure quakes against the door but he holds you up, his fingers clasping your throat, holding you tightly as you thrash, and it’s so fucking erotic to see his hand around your neck as you fall apart for him that Tom lets your walls pull a hot release from his aching cock. He curses, his fingers falling loose as you grab at him, and you ride out your highs together, breathing heavily.

When you’ve both finished, Tom keeps his length nestled inside your warm, silky cunt, and brings his hands to rest on your sides. He eyes you curiously, his mouth pulling into an interested smirk as you bite at your lower lip.

“So… Choking, eh?”

Your eyes darken as you nod slowly. “It’s hot,” you say.

“Yeah.” Tom leans in and presses a hard kiss to your lips. “Didn’t peg you as such a kinky girl, though. What else are you hiding in there?” He asks, bringing up his hand to wrap in your hair.

You giggle softly, giving him a shrug so innocent that it makes his cock twitch.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”

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caxsthetic · 4 years

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I Am Fine

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

A Whisper: I am sorry, I never want to hurt someone, let alone you who always be there for me. I am sorry, for every time I take a look at you — I saw him instead.

Akagi’s ⇚ Through Her Eyes

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To you, having someone that you could love until the end of time was surely a blessing. For the past years of your life, you had that. For the past years of your life, you were blessed by the existence of someone that made you feel complete, that made you feel so alive every time you woke up with him by your side.

His touch was so gentle. His fingers always tucked the strands of your hair behind your ear. The reason for that was simple — he wanted to see you more clearly. He wanted to gaze at your eyes, the gentle, silvery warm orbs that filled with affection.

The love that you had for him was something out of this world. Something that even his twin brother and teammates get jealous of. You dropped everything, your long time dream which, if you had pursued it, would take you thousands of kilometres apart from him. Why? Because you wanted to be with him — and every dream that he had was bound to be yours in the end.

So you couldn’t really blame them if he would be treated differently after what he had done to you.

Sometimes you asked yourself what would happen if you didn’t fall in love with him, you wanted to know another scenario that could have unfurled in your life if only he was not the one who had your heart. Would it be the same? Would you still feel this immense pain that kept hurting you with every breath that you take?

Or would you get your happily ever after?

You eyed two bottles of sleeping pills in your hand. One that felt like hope since the dose was lowered, a sign that you were starting to get better. But the other one, you needed to lie to get the other one.

Your upperclassmen was sharp, you could see the hesitation on his face as he got the sleeping pills for you. You shouldn’t have asked him, you shouldn’t have lied and given him hope that you would be fine. Saying that you would be there standing tall at the wedding venue of your brother and someone that you loved.

It was all a lie, you had lost in this game of life as it brought you nothing but guilt and heartbreak. So you opened up the two bottles simultaneously.

“I am sorry, Akagi-san.”

Because now, falling into a deep slumber until someone woke you up, sounded like the best decision that you could take.

“Slow down or you will choke yourself, dumdum.” Hearing the nickname made you roll your eyes. You didn’t hear him out though, and kept shoving the quiche in front of you without resting. “(Y/n), oi!”

As if on cue, you swallowed a little too fast and choked at the food. The blonde setter could only shake his head in disappointment on seeing you like this, but the way his lips quirked up in amusement could make everyone see how the man was not really disgruntled by your action. “I told you so.” He opened up a bottle of mineral water and handed it to you.

You snatched the drink from his hand and gulped it all down in one take. The second you slammed the bottle on the table, you eyed the expression that belonged to your company. His amber orbs looked at you with shock written all over his face, mouth agape as he couldn’t believe you just gulped down half a litre of water.

“What?”

“You are one crazy bitch.” He chuckled before his fork took the last bite of your quiche and threw it inside his mouth. And before you could protest, he opened up his lips once again. “I am the one who paid.” He said it with his mouth still full with the bite, making some of the crumbs spills all over the table.

Grimacing, you dusted away all the grains with a tissue. Somehow wondering why you agreed to go out with him in the first place.

“Ugh, fine.”

You groaned and averted your gaze outside the window, occupying yourself while waiting for him to finish his own meal. You remembered that he was the one who treated you today, saying that it was a celebration since it was the first time you were out of your hours after weeks swallowing yourself with pain and tears all alone.

There was something about Atsumu that somehow gave you warm feelings that you thought you would never have again. The night you stepped outside your home without a ring band adorning your finger, you were sure that you left all the love and joy inside that place.

You were sure that you would never have a chance to feel the same warmth that you used to share with the black-haired man.

Yet you felt it, you didn’t know what kind of miracle happened every time the blonde setter popped out in front of your house, but you felt like your heart was never shattered in the first place — as if it was always intact, as if all of the pain that you felt was just a nightmare that was gone the second you wake up.

You kept falling deep into his eyes, the beautiful shape of orbs that captivated you every time his gaze fell on your face. It was filled with affection and care, a gaze that you were addicted to. Since sometimes you could see him looking at you with — fondness.

He was the one who you usually saw in the morning, he was the one who offered you his embrace for you to cry on, he was the one who kept putting a smile on your face even without him trying. And somewhere along the line, you felt like he always owned your heart.

“Hey, (Y/n).”

You smiled as you peered outside the window and noticed the dark skies. Then again, even though the freezing rain started to fall outside, you were sure that it would not make you feel any less warm as long as you were with him.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes, love?”

And then there was silence.

His orbs blinked as he could not believe to hear such nicknames coming from your lips. It was so natural the way you said it, as if you practised that for hours in front of the mirror. No, not like that. It was as if you had called him like that for the past years of your life.

Your whole body tensed as you saw something else inside his orbs. There was something — yearning, lingering there as his face lit up. But it was amber, the gaze that now met with yours was amber. Not silver, not the greyish stone colour that you always ended up staring at for hours.

You inhaled sharply as your mind tried to tell you something, something so wrong that you were now disgusted with yourself as the realisation sunk in.

Without wasting another second, you immediately grabbed your bag and stood up, striding towards the exit and kept your head hanging low. You kept your gaze to the front and just barged into the heavy rain, not caring at how he shouted out your name from inside the cafe.

You really wanted to take another look at him, just to lock the realisation deep inside your soul. You wanted to be selfish, just for once.

But you couldn’t.

You felt someone gripped on your wrist, so tight as if they knew you would be gone if they let you go. It was so rough, calloused fingers wrapped around your wrist to remind you that he was not the same person that broke your heart — yet it was the same contact that you used to feel.

You missed this kind of touch, the sign of hard work that for the past year you couldn’t find from someone who was once your lover, Miya Osamu. Ever since he was focused more on the business and spending more time with you, his hands became so different. It became — soft.

From cutting ingredients on the kitchen, to typing away reports inside the office. From spending time on different kinds of branches, to lazing around inside the house that you two shared. From having you in his embrace, to getting into bed with another person.

And right now as you turned your head to face the man who had been trying to pick up all of your shattered pieces, you couldn’t look at him the same anymore.

Because when you looked at his amber eyes, you could only think of the silvery one.

“Hey, what happened?” His voice was so soft, filled with worry as he tried to pull you to shelter, yet you didn’t budge. “(Y/n), I am sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

It was not fair, not fair to him. All this time you have been looking at him while thinking of someone else. Every time you saw him smile at you as he greeted you in front of your door, it was his twin that always popped out in your mind. And yet he was here right now, gazing at you with the same look that he always gave to you.

“N-No, you didn’t say or do anything wrong.” Your mind tried to utter any words that could make him understand. “It was me, A-Atsumu. Not you, I am the one who did something.”

“Alright, we can talk it out.” His grip was now loosened, eyes begging for you to follow him back inside. “You can always talk to me about anything, I will listen.”

“You won’t like this one.” You snorted as your empty heart now started to get filled with something else. “You will hate me, Atsumu.” Something else called guilt.

The blonde setter cocked one of his eyebrows in confusion, eyes scanning yours in search of some kind of sign. You looked so scared, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his embrace. But as he took another step toward you, you immediately took a step backwards.

“I could never hate you, (Y/n).” He whispered under his breath. So low, yet enough for you to hear. “From all things that I have ever seen in life, you are one that I could never hate. Even if I tried to.”

There was sincerity lingered on his voice, and it made you feel even worse for every second passed he stood here with you under the rain. “Nothing, there’s nothing you could do to make me hate you.”

“Because you don’t know what’s inside my head, Atsumu.”

“Still, I am sure that—”

“I see Samu in you for god sake!”

And when you could not feel his hand wrapped around your wrist anymore, you knew that your confession was so much more impactful than it was supposed to.

From the ten years of knowing Miya Atsumu, you could see that he was a man full of pride. He refused to be acknowledged as the same as his twin brother. The two of them were always so competitive, almost about anything that they encountered. Even if they cared for each other, even if they always had each other’s back, they never liked to be seen as the other twin.

“What? What do you mean?”

He knew, of course he knew what that meant. But he didn’t want to believe that as he wanted to embrace the tingle inside his heart when you looked at him. Atsumu wanted to believe that when your orbs glimmered with love every time your eyes fell on his figure, it was him that you saw — not Osamu, not his twin brother who already wrecked your heart apart.

“I always see him, Atsumu.” You continued your words as you wrapped your hands up and down on your arms. “When you smiled at me, it was the same smile that he always gave me.” Your voice wavered as you stared at the man who had done nothing but care for your wellbeing. “And when I look at your eyes, Atsumu, I—”

I see love.

Your lips parted, not caring anymore as the droplets of rain made its way inside your mouth. The reason why you thought he was the answer to your prayer, why you thought he was the miracle that God bestowed upon you, why you thought maybe he could be the end of your suffering — it was not because he was the cure to your heart.

But it was because you saw someone who owned your heart and soul inside of him.

Because the amber orbs looked at you like how the black-haired man used to look at you — one gaze filled with love.

You found one expression dominating his facade right now. Hurt. It was shown all over his face as he realised what you were trying to say. It was as if he could read your mind as you took some steps backward, shaking your head softly, begging him not to follow you this time.

When your eyes lingered on his figure, shoulders slumped with remorse evident on his face, you wondered if that was how you looked the night Osamu confessed the things that he had done. Nothing but pain and betrayal that he couldn’t seem to shake. Atsumu had given you the love that you lost, trying to aid your heart little by little.

But it wouldn’t work, you knew your own heart — it would never work. You could never see him without seeing someone else, you could never see him without the shadows of his twin brother. So you had to leave, you needed to stop showing him something that you could never give.

You needed to stop giving him your love, one that was never meant for him.

Throwing the bottles of pills into the sink, you gulped down lots of water before letting your feet bring you towards the tub. You gently took off the bathrobe that wrapped around your figure, shielding you from the shivering atmosphere of winter.

Your orbs fell on the milky white water that filled your bathtub, caused by the bath bomb which you bought all those months ago. You remembered your love told you about how the aromas smelled like home. Like it was a fine morning where the two of you huddled up in the arms of each other.

He tended to love his coffee with milk, so one thing that you always did when you woke up first, was to make him a cup of coffee just how he likes it. A spoonful of sugar, a half-cup filled with black coffee, and the rest with full cream milk.

If you calling out his name couldn’t even wake him up, the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee was enough. His nose would twitch as the smell fulfilled the entire room, and seconds later, his eyes would open and show off the beautiful silvery orbs that you could never get tired of.

And now as you rested your head at the edge of the tub, gazing at the ceiling, you wondered if it felt the same — every morning that he woke up to.

Your mind kept flickering back and forth to the twins. How one of them had your heart yet didn’t need it anymore, while the other wanted your heart yet you could never give it to. It frustrated you beyond anything to know that someone held out his heart for you to take, yet you knew you couldn’t do the same to him, since once you loved someone it was meant to last forever.

There would always be a trace, no matter how many years went by. Maybe once upon a time, you did love the blonde setter. But you never invested yourself in the feelings, making it difficult to make bloom the same kind of love like what you had for the black-haired man.

It was still engraved into your mind, the look on Atsumu’s face as you confessed about how he was just a lookalike. That no matter how much effort that he did to you — at the end of the day everything about him only reminded you of his twin brother.

And you couldn’t bear it anymore.

It was alright, to be the one who got hurt. To be the one who felt the pain of losing someone you loved until death came knocking at your door. It was alright to know that everything wouldn’t be fine, as long as it was just you, it was fine, you could take it.

But to meet a pair of amber eyes, filled with hope as it asked for your love — it broke you beyond repair once you realised it would never be him that your heart wanted. Because when you gazed at those warm eyes, a flicker of someone else took over in an instant.

When you reached for Atsumu, you were reaching for his twin brother. When you laughed with him, you felt like you were laughing with the love of your life instead of him. And you knew damn well it was wrong, you knew that your existence became a curse.

You didn’t bother to wipe the tears that slowly cascaded down your cheek. It dripped, one by one, mixed with the milky white substance that enveloped your whole body.

Surely you never thought that someone like Miya Osamu would do something as low as cheating. To betray the love that you have given to him for the majority of your life. You had given everything to him, mustering all of your energy to make sure that you win in this life — together.

But he let go of your hand, leaving you alone as you get lost in the dark, aching for his hand to guide you back to life.

And when you could finally stand all alone, it was not tall and mighty like how it used to. Since every time you turned around you were haunted by him and how his hand held another. Someone that was not you, someone that tragically — you had given everything too.

“The superior twin is here!”

You bit your lips as his voice ranged through the entire room. How could he still sound so cheery, so carefree even though he must have known too well that you could never give him what he asked you to. “I am serious though, I am older, therefore I am superior.”

He didn’t deserve it, to be seen as someone else. He had his own halo, shone so bright as everyone could see that he was the sun while his twin brother was the moon. Yet there you were, always comparing, always seeing the black-haired man instead of him.

“I don’t know where you got that way of thinking, but I will let it slide for you.” You answered, cringing at your own voice as it sounded weak. Right now you hope that he couldn’t hear the splash of water as you tried to be as still as ever.

“Ah, miss (Y/n), always so humble.” He chuckled a little. It was contagious, how his laugh could make your lips shaped into a genuine smile. “Say, what have I done to get such privilege hearing your voice?”

You sighed softly, feeling that you were the one who had the privilege hearing his voice for the past few weeks. He could have gone to practice sooner, but he decided to check up on you first. He could have gone somewhere with his teammates, but he thought spending time with you was important.

He prioritised you more than anything, just like how you always prioritised his twin brother above anything else.

“I just need company, Atsumu.” You breathed out softly, hands accidentally knocked the bottle of soap off to the tub. “Are you busy helping around the wedding?”

“No, I am not busy. Not at all.” From how quiet the other line was, you knew that he was probably not going to the wedding. You really wanted to scold him, telling him that he should have gone there and supported his twin brother — but you didn’t have the energy to do so. “I am here, (Y/n). I am always here if you need me.”

“Yeah?” You purse your lips when the words rolled down his tongue. So honest as he gave you a flicker of warm that makes you feel wanted. “Then, would you tell me a story? Anything? I just want to listen to your voice.”

His voice was a little more pitched than Osamu, intonation always went up and down, never once steady. But there was this similarity that you loved to hear as he talked to you. You felt like you were wanted, as if when he had a conversation with you he was talking to someone that he wanted to keep in his life.

And you were so disgusted with yourself all over again, for even when the countdown started, you still hoped for the love that you had lost from your brother.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He made you feel at peace. As you closed your eyes and listened on and on to his voice. Just like how you predicted, his intonation went up and down as he blurted out all random things that he could collect from his mind.

It made you remember all those beautiful high school days. Atsumu always jogged towards you the second you walked into the gymnasium with your brother and his twin. He loved to snitch Osamu so bad, making the poor younger twin tense up and pout since now you and the others knew all the embarrassing things that he had done.

Though you always stole a little bit of his time before practice started. Your hand interlaced with the silvery eyed man as you reassured him that no matter how many embarrassing things that he did, it could never change the way you looked at him.

The setter would boo at the two of you for sharing PDA inside the gymnasium, while your brother would mostly send a glare to the blonde for interrupting such a thing. You and him just chuckled at this, and he would give you a soft kiss on your lips — to tell you that he loves you — before finally running towards the court where the others were waiting.

Each one of them was your everything. So you knew it was the right thing to do to call someone that could bring you back to the happiest year of your life.

When life just seemed so perfect, when everything felt so right.

“Hey, Atsumu.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

And you wished, that someday when God permits you to meet them again,

Everything would be just — fine.

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arhvste · 4 years

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TSUKISHIMA KEI - INSUFFERABLE AND IMPOSSIBLE

requested by jaceyandme on wattpad

summary - after spending more time with a classmate, tsukishima finds himself caring more than what he’d like leading to you both reaching your limits - angst

warnings - cursing

an - i might do a part 2 i really wanna. this is also kinda rushed i’m kinda under time pressure rn so i might improve later or go into more depth in a later part

Your usual routine in the morning would be to get ready, meet your boyfriend outside your house, walk to school together (Wednesdays and Fridays Yamaguchi would join the two of you), change your shoes at your lockers and finally say your short goodbyes as you both departed to your separate classes. That was how things usually ran.

Not for the past two weeks however.

Tsukishima was a man of routine. He liked things to be in order and found satisfaction in things fitting in place, the fact that the usual routine the pair of you shared had been broken recently did not sit well with him and he knew exactly who was the ultimate cause of it.

Hara Itsuki.

His teeth would grit whenever he heard that name, a discreet but stewing anger would boil inside him and it didn’t help that sometimes you were oblivious to the middle blockers change in demeanor.

In your defense though you sometimes found Tsukishima hard to read. He was a sarcastic piece of shit with a tongue too sharp for his own good. It wasn’t rare for your boyfriend to take a hit at people out of nowhere. Tsukishima wasn’t the type to openly express genuine emotions either so it would’ve been hard to pick out his particular distaste towards Hara.

Hara Itsuki was a boy in your class who had recently come to ask for your assistance in literature. You, being the kind and helpful girl you were raised to be, agreed to help him after school while your boyfriend would be at practise.

You hadn’t intended to spend time with your classmate outside of the one hour after school you tutored him in, but the more you spoke with the boy, the more you found you had in common and found him easy to confide in.

At first Tsukishima didn’t care about your new friendship with your classmate, he wasn’t insecure or bothered by it and it’s not like he had any valid point to argue against it at first, but those one hour tutor sessions became 2 hour meet ups after school and a few lunchtimes a week you would be missing from your regular spot at your usual table as you would be eating elsewhere with your new friend.

This began to raise concern with Tsukishima but his pride wouldn’t allow him to confront you just yet at least.

It wasn’t until 4 weeks into your sudden new bond with Hara, Tsukishima felt himself edge towards the end of his relatively thin patience. The two of you rarely spoke due to Tsukishima’s everlasting bad mood and when you did speak, all you’d talk about is how great this Hara Itsuki was and quite frankly, the middle blocker would rather rip his own ears off than listen to what you’d have to say about this boy.

Yamaguchi would sometimes bring up your absence of late but it would always end in Tsukishima telling him to “Shut up.” and the boy would comply.

It wasn’t just Yamaguchi who noticed the effect your absence had on your boyfriend. The rest of the volleyball team noticed the tall middle blocker had become more hostile and cold towards everyone. Rarely talking to anyone and snapping at them when he did. Kageyama and Hinata made mental notes to keep out of his way for the time being and hold back on the provocative comments and snide remarks.

“Tsukishima, are you -uh, well you know -”

“Spit it out already.” The middle blocker spat.

“Are you missing Y/N?”

Everyone in the gym went silent. Tanaka took a step back from Tsukishima once he saw the look in his eye from his question.

“What sort of question is that? I couldn’t care less about the girl and who she's hoeing about with.”

The team stood wide eyed not sure on how to respond to such hostility.

Sugawara took it upon himself to attempt to diffuse the heavy tension in the air.

“Hey, If Tsukishima-san says he’s fine then we should just take his word for it and let it be.”

“But he’s obviously not fine. His blocking has been off and he’s not as observant on the court like he usually is. Quite frankly it’s annoying he can’t get it together, if we were playing in real matches right now we’d be thrashed within the first set because he can’t get a grip.”

All eyes turned to Kageyama. In truth, Kageyama had only said what was on his and potentially most of the team’s mind. The genius setter held a glare towards his teammate as he awaited a reply for his blunt comment.

“Sorry not all of us are fucking geniuses with no emotion. I don’t want to hear anything from you when your middle school teammates didn’t even want to play with you because of how selfish and obsessed you were. If Y/N wants to be a whore that’s fine I’ll deal with it myself, but I don't need any of you nosy imbeciles invading into my personal life!”

Tsukishima’s patience had finally snapped and nobody dared speak a word.

“I think we should call it a night. This isn’t a good atmosphere to be training in and I think we all need to clear our heads.” Daichi spoke up as both Asahi and Sugawara nodded.

The gym was cleared in silence and the team began to slowly disperse out the gym.

“Hang on a minute Tsukishima. I think we should have a quick chat.”

Tsukishima mentally cursed but approached Daichi anyway. Who was he to deny his captain and upperclassman’s request.

The two were the only ones left in the gym and Daichi patted the bench next to the court as they sat down.

“Listen, I know you’re going through a rough patch with your girlfriend right now and I’m by no means trying to invade or involve myself into your personal life but, from what we witnessed tonight it’s clear to me that it seems to be affecting the teams dynamic and that is my concern.”

Tsukishima couldn’t quite find the right words to respond to Daichi. It’s not like he could pull out a snarky remark about how he didn’t care about his girlfriends actions because deep down he knew he did in fact care and apparently more so than what he led himself on to believe.

“I’m not telling you what to do. Only you can decide how to handle the situation but I advise talking to L/N about how you’re really feeling. I know you’re not the most expressive person, but I also know that you do have a genuine concern for others whether you show it blatantly or not. Talk to her so you can both figure this out. I’m not just saying this for the best interest I have for our team but rather my best interest in you. Regardless if you want it, myself and all the others are concerned for you and want you to feel like you can rely on us.”

“Yeah. I’ll have a chat with her tonight.” The middle blocker stared at the ground as he began to rise from the seat. “I’ll have a think about everything.”

Daichi gave the first year a soft smile and patted his back.

“Good. Nobody’s mad at you, we’re just worried. Even Kageyama.”

To this Tsukishima snorted. “Whatever you say.”

“The kid’s blunt but he does care about you in his own way.”

After Daichi finished locking the gym up, both players said their respective goodbyes and went their separate ways.

Tsukishima made his way home but was stopped by the sight of you and Hara talking and laughing outside the school gates. Just from having that pep talk from Daichi was enough to encourage him to finally confront you. Not because he cared but for the greater good of the team, well that’s what he told himself anyway.

“Oh hi Kei...”

You nervously smiled at your boyfriend's irked expression.

“Oh so you do remember my name?” he sharply hissed at you.

Tsukishima had initially intended to have a civil conversation between the two of you, but seeing that bastard Hara standing there with a smug expression fuelled his hostility towards the whole situation.

“W-what? Of course I remember your name! You’re my boyfriend!” You replied as you fidgeted under his intense stare.

“Oh am I? Because from the way I see it, this loser over here seems to be your boyfriend rather than me.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Don’t play clueless with me Y/N! If you wanted a side hoe you could’ve just said so and we wouldn’t have wasted time!”

“Side hoe?”

“Yes side hoe! And if you’re degrading me to second best to that thing -” Tsukishima pointed to where the now uncomfortable Hara stood . “- then I don’t want any association with you!”

“You’re insufferable!”

“And you’re impossible!”

Tears began to pool in your eyes as your anger began to flare.

“You know why I spend so much time with Hara-san? I’ll tell you why. He isn’t rude, obnoxious or judgemental. He is always considerate and never brings people down with snide comments and unnecessary insults. I love you Tsukishima, I really do, but right now you’re showing a perfect example of what I’m talking about.”

“If you really loved me we wouldn’t be having this argument. If you really loved me my team wouldn’t have to point out my lack of focus recently. If you really loved me you would’ve just told me the things about me that bother you so much. But none of that has played out has it? So tell me Y/N, do you really love me or am I just a test subject for you to use and compare to other people before you decide to settle down?”

You were in shock. You knew you were spending an increased amount of time with Hara but you didn’t know how big the effect was on Tsukishima.

“Uh, I’m gonna go.” Hara said suddenly as he began to turn to walk away.

“No you’re not. While Y/N is busy thinking about whether she really loves me or if that was just shit pouring out of her mouth, you’re going to tell me what exactly was running through your head approaching a girl who obviously is in a relationship.”

“For literature, I needed help.”

“And you got it. So why are you still hanging around her like some lost puppy?”

You finally had enough. Snapping your gaze up to Tsukishima you gave him a deadly glare.

“Will you shut up? Questioning my love for you like I’m some sort of slut who tests the water with every boy. I have never ever once complained about any girls approaching you to confess their love for you. I’ve never once stepped out of line. I’ve always supported you Kei.”

“Dont ‘Kei’ me L/N. You have no right to complain about the confessions I get because I turned each and every one of them down and for you. I know I was genuine to you but it was clearly not reciprocated. You’ve wasted enough of my time I’m fucking done. Messing up my performance in volleyball and making me look stupid, I’m done with you L/N, go have fun comparing Hara to other boys when you’re done trying him out.”

And with that Tsukishima turned around and stormed off out the gates.

You stood there speechless. You knew Tsukishima could be cold and make uncalled for remarks but this hurt. Him denying your feelings and calling you out to be like some sort of whore.

Hara wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

“Hey it’s gonna be okay. You deserve better than that four eyed loser anyway Y/N.”

You didn’t particularly want to be comforted by Hara right now. In fact you wanted to be away from the boy who had contributed in homewrecking your first real relationship whether that was his intention or not but, you also didn’t have the physical or mental strength to push him away just yet. You needed someone and Hara just happened to be there.”

Sniffling into his chest you nodded slightly as you wondered if Tsukishima was upset or if this whole break up had no effect on him. You thought the latter as your anger towards him grew.

“He probably doesn’t give a shit anyways. It’s not like he can’t have a replacement for me by now anyways. He probably does have a girl waiting on the side for him as we speak.” You snarled as Hara pulled you closer to him.

“Probably, what a man whore. He doesn’t deserve you Y/N.”

You walked home with Hara that night trying to take your mind off of what had happened. The thought of Tsukishima not being bothered or phased by the break up lingered at the back of your head though.

What you were unaware of was that Tsukishima had immediately let his tears fall as soon as he reached the safety of his own room, and rather than watching dinosaur documentaries or studying, he spent the whole night in his room silently sobbing and wishing he could turn back time. He had loved you in his own way and would’ve worked on improving his snarkiness for the sake of you if only you had brought it up to him. But you didn’t and for that, Tsukishima stayed up all night tear stained wondering if you had ever really loved him the way he loved you.

part 2

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #oneshot #fanfic

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realcube · 3 years

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jealous haikyuu!! boys

summary: the haikyuu!! boys getting jealous over you talking to a boy but as it turns out, that boy is in fact your relative

characters: third year gym squad (lev, hinata, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima & akaashi)

thank you to anon for this sweet request! 💖

(y/n) = your name

(b/n) = brother’s name

tw// sexual references, swearing

Lev Haiba

he was already in a sour mood from practise bc kenma, kuroo & yaku had all ganged up on him so he was getting beat left, right & centre

so he was feeling extra confrontational when he laid eyes on you laughing and chatting with some other guy, in the spot where you usually stand and wait for him after practise

he was so mad >:(

like he just had a shitty day at school and now some punk was trying to flirt with you- and you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable either

DOES HIS SUFFERING KNOW NO END?! 😩😭

grrr like he had spent 90% of the day looking forward to seeing you and now you were talking to some other guy like he didn’t even exist :(

a part of him knew that he was being overdramatic but the other part of him was like ‘all feelings are valid, lev. 💕💖💗’

like he literally worked so hard to be the best boyfriend possible and this guy thought he could just swoop in and steal your heart??? without even letting you braid his hair yet???

yeah, lev had spent too much money on cat keychains to lose you this far into the game

also he loves you pls don’t leave him rn (y/n) 😭

so he marched up to you with a frown, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back just like he usually does as a greeting, ‘hi, babe.’ he murmured.

your attention immediately shifted onto your boyfriend and you automatically pouted upon seeing his glum expression, ‘hiya. are you okay, hun? rough day at scho--’

he held your hand by his lips and muttered from behind your knuckles, ‘who’s this?’ he inquired, vaguely gesturing to your brother

‘oh, lev! this is my brother! i don’t think y’all have met yet.’

lev blinked rapidly at what you just said, ‘brother? like- male sibling.’

you nodded while simultaneously quirking an eyebrow at his need for clarification at the simplest piece of information, ‘yes. my male sibling.’

lev let out a heavy sigh of relief as his lips curled into a smile, softening his grip on your hand, allowing you to pull it away, ‘ah, okay.’

then he turned to your brother and stuck out his hand, ‘nice to mee-- you don’t look anything like (y/n).’ he chirped, all trances of sadness leaving his face - it was kinda creepy how quickly he was able to do that

model tingz

your brother shrugged, ‘yeah.’ he hastily took lev’s hand, giving it a firm shake before turning on his heels, ‘i should really get going now, bye!’ he called out before rushing off, quite intimidated by the fact you had a skyscraper for a boyfriend

lev turned to you, a warm smile now gracing his features

‘uh, where did all your gloom go? you looked miserable just a few seconds ago!’ you inquired, playfully poking his cheek

lev shrugged, poking your forehead in retaliation, ‘i don’t know. i’m here with you now so i guess i don’t have a reason to be sad.’ he said nonchalantly, forgetting the fact he had gotten the results for his midterms today and he had failed maths horribly

but who need maths when you’re a model yk?

Shōyō Hinata

bruh- hinata didn’t even notice you were talking to someone UIEFGBVFE

once practise was over he literally just ran up and threw himself at you

he has selective vision, he only sees the things he wants to see and rn, all he wants to see you under the moonlight 🥺

so he wraps you in a hug and peppers your face in kisses just like he usually does when he greets you after practise

then he noticed that there was some guy standing next to you, aggressively tapping your shoulder to request your attention even though hinata was clearly trying to tell you about his day at practise

he unintentionally scowled at the boy before cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘who are you?’

although this tone of voice didn’t seem too nasty; given the context - accompanied by the sour look on his face - the question seemed to have threatening undertones

you’re brother blinked rapidly before uttering, ‘i’m (b/n).’

he continued to stare daggers at the guy, ‘what do you want from (y/n)?’

‘the maths homework answers.’ your brother chuckled, continuing to playfully poke your shoulder until hinata swatted his hand away

‘she doesn’t owe you an--’

you were extremely confused as to why hinata took up such a serious demeanour but then you realised that he had never met your brother before, so hinata probably thought there was just some creepy harassing you for the homework answers

although you were charmed by your boyfriend’s attempts to be ‘scary’ for you, you still felt the need to intervene

‘oh, shōyō. that’s my brother, by the way.’ you hummed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck

both your brother and your boyfriend slowly turned their heads to look at you, sharing the same dumbfounded look

‘your brother?!’ hinata exclaimed while your brother now looked rather offended, ‘you didn’t tell your boyfriend about me- rude!’

to be fair, your one year anniversary with shōyō was approaching so you feel foolish about not telling him about your brother sooner- it’s just that it never really crossed your mind

‘i’m fucking leaving.’ (b/n) spat, turning on his heels; trying to make it seem like he was storming out because he was upset that you hadn’t mentioned him to your boyfriend but in reality, he was just getting tired of prying at you for the homework answers

‘i’m fucking leaving too!’ hinata hissed, imitating your brother’s actions until he got the gate of the school, then he turned back around and shuffled back over to you

he pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tight as he whispered into your ear, ‘do you have any other secret siblings that you want to tell me about?’

you giggled, pressing a gentle kiss onto his collarbone ‘i don’t think so.’

Kōtarō Bokuto

mans thought you were leaving him 🥺

like why would you talk to another guy when you had a cool ace bf already? (˘･_･˘)

in bokuto’s mind, that could only mean one thing;

YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE HIM FOR AN EVEN COOLER ACE BOYFRIEND!! ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

and the fact your brother was wearing a jersey didn’t help either

like, he doesn’t often get jealous when you talk to other guys but this one was wearing a JERSEY FFS!!! that meant he must be cool >:(((

also, you were laughing!

yeah, you sometimes laugh when you talk to akaashi or boys in your class but this time it was different

the guy looked familiar but bokuto couldn’t put a finger on who he was - but he knew that the guy wasn’t from Fukurōdani as the colors of his jersey were a fruity teal and white - and this made him feel even more uneasy

bokuto knew what he had to do

he had to win you back by being thE COOLEST ACE BOYFRIEND!!

he ran a hand through his hair to it was extra spiky before swaggering up to you; chin up, back straight and chest puffed out

‘sup, doll.’ he said with a wink, forcing his voice to deepen

you sighed, upon hearing this unusual nickname, it didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on

bokuto didn’t even let you reply as he dropped to one knee and gently took you hand - making both you and your brother’s breath hitch in unison, thinking that you were about to witness a proposal and knowing bokuto, that didn’t seem completely impossible

however, instead of pulling out a ring; he pressed a tender kiss against you knuckles before pulling the pair of earbuds you had left at his house yesterday, out of his pocket and lowering his head as he held them out for you

‘i humbly offer these to thee.’

‘how did you go from a pimp to prince in 3 seconds?’ you inquired, snatching your earbuds from him while shooting him a disapproving look

(b/n) couldn’t help but snicker at your boyfriends little performance, ‘i see he’s not changed a bit.’

bokuto hummed, looking over to meet eyes with your brother

(b/n) smiled shot him a warm smile, ‘hi, bokut--’

‘do i know you?’

you instinctively gasped while your brother just laughed, ‘i’m (b/n); (y/n)’s brother. we met once after one of your games, remember?’

bokuto did not remember - at all - but he trusted that it did happen as that’d explain why he seemed so familiar

to avoid appearing any more ignorant, bokuto just nodded in agreement, ‘oh, yeah! it’s all coming back to me now.’ he chuckled awkwardly while getting up from his knee, ‘you just look so different with your jersey on, man.’

you rolled your eyes at how poor bokuto’s lying skills were but perhaps you should be more disappointed in your brother as he actually fell for it

‘oh, for real?’ (b/n) asked, looking down at his chest while wondering if jersey really did the trick

needless to say, bokuto never forgot your brother’s face ever again lmao

Tetsurō Kuroo

upon exiting the building (after practise) and seeing you conversing with some guy by the school gates, he wasted no time in ripping his shirt off and parading over to you

he mentally reassured himself that he had no need to be jealous bc there was no way you’d leave his fine-ass for some average guy that made you laugh by the school gate-- WAIT YOU WERE LAUGHING!?!? ◉_◉

i mean, kuroo had made you laugh before- but you were just being so nice to this guy who he’d never seen around the school before which stressed him

plus, the guy looked like he was in college so kuroo was extremely worried that you might leave him for an older guy bc he had heard from yaku that some ppl like older men 😭😭

he could not let this happen ✋

his shirt now served as a scarf hanging around his neck as he strutted up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention

he wasn’t sure whether to go for the intimidation tactic or perhaps redirect your attention off of the guy and back onto your dearest boyfriend; so he went with both

‘(y/n)?’ he spoke, lowering his voice so it was more raspy - like his morning voice which he knew you were obsessed with

although kuroo is not ‘chemistry nerd’ smart, he definitely knows how to play his cards right IEFBERGLIEABVR

you hummed in response, swiftly turning to look at him before letting out a cackle upon seeing your half-naked boyfriend standing behind you

‘hey! don’t laugh at me!’ kuroo whined, his mask of confidence quickly shattering

‘put your shirt back on, tetsurō!’ you panted through guffaws, clutching your chest to prevent your heart from beating out of your chest

honestly, it was quite hot but ofc you’d never admit that so you just had to hide your desire behind laughs

while you were laughing, kuroo turned to look at your brother, trying to form a glare but it looked more like a squint tbh

‘and you are?’

(b/n) wore a stunned look at how quickly your boyfriend’s attitude changed, temporarily unable to think up a reaction but then blurted out, ‘(b/n). you?’

(b/n) cocked his head to the side while backing up slightly, ready to make a run for it as soon as kuroo replied

kuroo didn’t intimidate (b/n), per se, it’s just that (b/n) wanted to get as far away from this interaction as possible as it generally made him feel uneasy

‘i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.’ he said lowly with a menacing smile

‘cool.’ (b/n) voice cracked as he adjusted the strap of his bag before launching off into the horizon on his heels

a smug expression was plastered on his face as he gazed proudly at his work - he had managed to scare off an upperclassman with sheer manliness

by now, your laughing fit had died down and your lips formed a frown as you watched your brother bolt over to his car, hop in and drive away - presumably, back to your home

‘hey.’ you moaned, watching until his car turned a corner and left your vision, ‘he was my ride home!’

kuroo’s soul almost left his body upon hearing you say that, ‘you shouldn’t be getting in cars with crusty, older men anyway!’

you rolled your eyes, ‘he’s my brother, dumbass!’

IEHFBEVJEAU kuroo shut tf up immediately 😶

‘oops- my bad.’ he snickered before jogging out the school gates, ‘have fun walking, babe!’ he threw up a piece sign before disappearing round a corner in a similar way that your brother did

Kei Tsukishima

tsukishima had just finished practise, he walked out the gym to notice that you were talking to some guy next to the vending machine

he literally almost had a heart-attack bc he thought it was kageyama

but no

IT WAS WORSE

tsukishima never really got jealous when you talked to other guys bc he knew they really had nothing in comparison to him lol

i mean, tsukishima knew he was a catch: he’s lanky, bitchy, tall, rude, emotionally-distant, tall, untrusting, tall, insecure, surly, a horrible cook- did i mention he’s tall?

ok so maybe he wasn’t as much of a catch as he originally thought but the fact he is tall is really the thing that’s holding together his façade of arrogance

so imagine his shock when he sees you happily chatting away to a guy that’s 6″4 !!!!!!

for clarification, tsukishima is 6″2

tsukishima passed away on the spot 💀⚰

he had already logged onto Instagram and removed the ‘Taken 🔒’ out of his bio

there’s no way he’s gonna be able to win you back now ✌😔

he’s had his time has your tall bf- it’s time to resign

BUT HE WASN’T GONNA GIVE UP THAT EASILY

not before he indulged in some bitchery ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he practised the scene 10 times in his head before executing it, starting by striding up to you and slipping an arm round your waist, pulling you against his chest

his eyes held a penetrating stare on your brother from above the edge of his glasses, he snickered mockingly as his index finger pushed the frames further up the bridge of his nose

honestly, tsukki tried his best to hide it but he was genuinely quite nervous not only bc he actually had to look up slightly to hold eye contact with the guy - which is something he’s obviously not used to - but also due to the fact he simply could not come up with a good insult for this guy; even though he was usually quite good at spotting people’s insecurities ‘:(

hence, all he could to was produce a deriding chuckle which was aimed towards the guy in hopes that it was make him feel half as insecure as tsukishima was feeling rn

‘what’s so funny?’ you asked, clueless to your boyfriend having an internal breakout while standing right beside you

tsukishima rolled his eyes, realising that the guy seemed unfazed by his dirty looks so it seemed as thought tsukki would have to crack up the pettiness

‘who’s this chump, (y/n)?’ tsukishima leaned in to semi-whisper in your ear, but loud enough so your brother could still hear

‘tsukki!’ you gasped at your boyfriend’s choice of words before scolding him further, ‘that’s my brother- he’s a 3rd year!’

tsukishima paled

he bowed to the point where he was basically a right angle ‘m-, uh, my apologies, sir. i ha-, um, i had no idea you were related to (y/n).’

he was sO EMBARASSED AAAAAAAAAAA

your brother reassured him it was fine but tsukki was apologising for another 5 minutes after that

he promised himself never to get jealous again after that (ಥ _ ಥ) it only leads to trouble

no matter how tall the guy is either-

he swore that if he ever saw a 9″ guy talking to you and it upset him, he’d just close his eyes 😑

he probably should’ve promised to stop running his mouth too bc that’d probably result in a lot less trouble but- baby steps, y’all LMAO

Keiji Akaashi

i can’t really imagine akaashi as the type to get jealous tbh

and if he does, he deals with it pretty well

like if sees you talking with a guy in a way that bothers him, he’s definitely not confrontational enough to deal with it right there so he’d wait until y’all are alone at home or sumn

but you had been acting especially distant lately

so when he spots you hanging with some random guy next to the water fountain, he kinda snaps

he stalked up to you so he could take your hand in his own, asking if he could borrow just a moment of you time so he could talk to you

you accept, of course, wondering what this could possibly be about

he explains how he’s been feeling and you feel quite bad tbh

you weren’t aware that you were detaching yourself from him but you had to blame your schoolwork tbh

once you expressed how schoolwork along with the stress of your job had really been getting you down lately so you asked you brother for assistance, he immediately pulled you into a hug

the last thing he wanted was or it to seem like he was desperate for your attention bc although it was nice, he respected how you had to prioritize other things/people

in fact, he only brought this issue up bc it was beginning to eat him from the inside out - his insecurities telling him that you had lost interest in him and like anyone else, he desired a bit of comfort

you reassured him that you hadn’t ‘lost interest’ in him and you separation as well as you current closeness with you brother was all to do with your workload and hopefully, sometime in the near future, you’ll be able to sit down, relax and just watch a movie with akaashi

that was all fair and lovely but there was still one thing that continued to bother him

‘who’s that guy you were talking to?’ he inquired, gesturing to your brother who was awkwardly standing alone by the fountain

‘my brother.’

‘oh-’

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easier done than said // poe dameron

Summary: Poe does love you - he’s shown that, but can he tell you?

Request: non

A/N: I’ve seen this type of thing around before so I was hoping I could do something cute with it.

Reader: female

Warnings: swearing, injury, hospital

There are many different ways to say I love you without actually saying it: a kiss goodnight; an ‘I hate you’ between laughter; a heartfelt ‘stay safe’. Before Poe said it to you the first time, he’d said it four times in ways you barely understood until much, much later.

The first time Poe had said it, you were sure that he’d been joking; he didn’t really trust you with BB-8, surely.

You stormed towards him, rushing to catch up as he walked towards his x-wing. He was risking his life, again, for the stupidest reason, trying to be the Resistance’s single-handed salvation. You knew that if anyone could do it, it would be Poe, but that didn’t mean you were happy to risk it.

“What the hell are you thinking, Poe?” you hissed, matching his pace. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

His expression was deadpan as you reached the ship, crossing your arms and watching him pick BB-8 up.

“I’m not gonna get myself killed.”

You raised your eyebrow, pointing at the orange and white droid.

“Oh yeah? Who’s gonna look after BB-8 after we fish his little droid body from the wreckage of your x-wing?”

With BB-8 now in place, he turned to face you, placing a gentle hand on your elbow. He stared at you, rubbing his thumb up and down. You were partially taken back but how gentle and sincere he seemed. His eyes were full of emotion, shining in the sunlight.

“First of all,” his voice was soft. “Don’t objectify him.”

You scoffed, shoving his arm off of you as his face broke into a smile. Nerf herder.

“Second, I can trust you to look after him if anything goes wrong, which it won’t.” He began to climb into the ship, shooting you a bright grin.

“Bullshit: you don’t trust anyone to take care of him.”

Poe rocked his head to the side, conceding your point with a shrug. You rolled your eyes, huffing as he continued to prepare himself for the flight.

“You better not get yourself killed today, Dameron. Or this little droid will be an orphan.”

Taking that as a sign of you surrendering, his smile widened. You rolled your eyes, beginning to walk away from him to go monitor the mission with the General. At least there you could keep an eye on him.

“I do trust you!” he yelled from behind you, enjoying the teasing far too much. You didn’t reply, only throwing your hand behind you to send him an obscene hand gesture. You couldn’t help but smile at the loud laughter that followed.

II:

The second time Poe said it had been in thanks to one of the kindest gestures you had ever performed. It was only because of that, you told yourself, that he’d said anything at all.

The night before had been a rough one; you and Poe had spent the night going through battle procedures and ship renovation plans to try and preserve the fleet. Your discussions ran into the early hours of the morning and the next day, he had an early meeting with the General, one you knew he wouldn’t make if you didn’t wake him up. And so, there you stood, at Poe’s door, with a freshly brewed coffee in hand; to make the whole process easier, of course. When he opened the door, he looked like death, and you couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t say anything, just send you an appreciative glance, took the coffee and retreated back into his room like some caffeine-addicted Gollum. You followed him in, smiling as he sat on his bed, smelling the coffee.

“You brought me coffee.”

“I brought you coffee.”

He stared at you for a moment before nodding.

“You know what? We should get married - I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, it’s the perfect solution.”

You raised your eyebrow, sitting down leisurely in the chair opposite him.

“I can understand why you want to marry me but I don’t see what I’m getting out of the whole deal.”

His eyes left his coffee for you for the second time that morning. This time, his gaze held absolutely no emotion, something he’d no doubt practised. After a moment, he pursed his lips and pointed at you.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Oh really?” you asked as he drank some coffee, still nodding.

“Yeah, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that for the sanctity of our future marriage-”

“How generous of you.”

“And for the sake of our poor, unborn, future children.”

“We’re having kids now?” you asked, watching him finish off his coffee and throw the empty cup into the bin. He frowned at you.

“Of course, we are.” He jutted his hip out, resting his hand on it. “It would be a crime not to pass these genes on.”

You snorted a laugh, pushing on your knees to stand up. You looked at the clock on his wall and smirked.

“Hopefully they don’t inherit your punctuality.”

He followed your gaze, swearing under his breath. As he began to whip his shirt off, changing the clothes he’d slept in from the day before, you took your cue to leave. Before the door shut behind you, his voice made you chuckle.

“That’s why they have you, Darling.”

III:

The third time Poe said it, he hadn’t meant for you to hear it, really. He thought you were unconscious – that’s what the Chief Medical Officer had told him anyway.

“Y/N, please,” he said gently, holding your hand tightly between both of his. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear that he’d been crying; his voice was croaky and sore. “I really need you to pull through this. I really need this.”

You’d been on a mission when a First Order glider had followed you close to the base. Desperate to not give away the location of the resistance, you’d engaged in a one-on-one shooting match with the other ship. Whilst they didn’t make the surface, you certainly did. Your ship has sustained a lot of damage and you’d crashed to the ground, only narrowly missing the Falcon. Poe had pulled you from the wreckage and all but dragged you to the infirmary.

And that’s where he’d stayed. For three days.

“You always say I’m the reckless one and then you go on this one recon mission and here you are and-“ he clenched his jaw. “Sweetheart, I just need you to wake up.”

He had dark stubble on his cheeks and heavy bags under his eyes and he knew if you could see him, you’d chew him out. But you weren’t there and that was entirely the problem.

“Can you just wake up to spite me, please?”

He lifted your hand to his lips, his other hand running over the stitches on your forehead. He hated to see the scrapes on your skin, hated that he couldn’t protect you. The General had been by a few times trying to convince Poe to get some rest, but he never would. His lack of sleep was getting to him, though.

Somewhere around the seventieth hour he spent sat next to you, he fell asleep on your bed, arms crossed and head resting on them. He needed the sleep so badly he almost didn’t feel your hand in his unruly hair. He thought he’d imagined it at first and when he lifted his face, he thought he dreamt your open eyes and small smile. He couldn’t even speak as you pulled at one of his curls. He just watched with wide eyes as the corner of your mouth twitched and your hand dragged down his face to cup his jaw.

“Someone’s prickly.”

Tears filled Poe’s eyes as he licked at his lip, top lip folding down. His hand circled your wrist, rubbing up and down with his thumb. He nodded, tilting his head to the side.

“Well,” his voice was gravelly. “It’s a new look I’m trying.”

IV:

The fourth time, you were almost sure Poe had meant it.

“How many galaxies do you think there are out there?” he asked, staring up at the sky as you lay shoulder to shoulder.

“At least twelve.”

He nodded, enjoying the mock seriousness of your teasing.

“You think?”

“Oh yeah, I bet.”

“I bet you can’t name them.”

“I also bet I can’t name them.”

Poe snorted, nodding.

You were both lying on the damp grass of D’Qar with your shoulders touching and the back of your hands pressed together. His other hand was tucked underneath his head.

“I’m gonna go to all of them.” Poe said, seriously.

“All twelve?”

“All twelve.” He hummed. “I wanna see all of it; everything the universe has to offer.”

“You’re not gonna get lonely?”

“Who says I’ll be exploring the universe by myself?”

“Anyone that’s ever spent any time with you.”

He turned to face you then, resting the side of his head on the palm of his hand. You copied him, feeling the grass press against your cheek. Your noses were centimetres apart.

“I’m hurt.”

“Aw, did that hurt your feelings?”

“I’m deeply, deeply hurt. Everyone loves spending time with me. You’re just jealous.”

“Only because you’re so modest.” He exhaled out of his nose and turned back to look at the sky. You trailed your eyes down his side-profile, biting your lip before looking at the stars again. “I’m sure Finn would go with you – you’re basically married anyway.”

He hummed again before making a noise of protest.

“Not Finn.”

“BB-8 is a given.”

“And you, I hope?”

You frowned, turning to look at him again. He must’ve felt his eyes on you, but he just carried on looking at the empty expanse of sky above.

“You want me to explore all twelve galaxies with you?”

“I know you think there are twelve, and you think you’re always right, but I’m not so sure.”

You didn’t ignore that he avoided the question. You dropped it anyway, though, and brought your attention back to the stars.

“What? You think there’s thirteen?”

He hummed again and you felt his little finger touch yours softly.

“I don’t pretend to know the secrets of the universe.”

You lifted your little finger and he looped his around it. And so, technically, you were holding hands.

“You didn’t guess because you knew you’d be wrong.”

“I’ve never been wrong in my life.”

“What about when you bet you could eat more pudding than Chewie?”

“That-“

“I recall you spent three months emptying the squadron toilets for that.”

He pursed his lips, shifting his jaw from side to side.

“What? The great Poe Dameron has nothing to say?”

“No.” he said stubbornly. “I just know how much you like to be right; I’m doing you a favour.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re obnoxious.”

And whilst you argued until the sun rose, your little fingers still clung to each other.

When Poe actually said it, neither of you had expected it.

“Why did you do that?” Poe yelled as you lifted the cover of your x-wing. You groaned, standing up as technicians swarmed the ship, putting out the fires and getting ready to fix it.

“Poe-“

“No! I’m the one talking right now.”

You sighed, jumping down from the cockpit, brushing your hands on your knees.

“Did you think at all before you did that?” he pinched the bridge of his nose with a hand on his hip. “Because it doesn’t look like you considered it at all! You just flew in there and what? Started shooting?”

“Oh, come on-“

“I’m not finished-“

“I don’t care; you’re being unfair.”

“What? That’s not the point!”

“The point is that you do reckless shit all the time and suddenly if I do something necessary-“

“Necessary? You could’ve been killed.”

“And that’s the risk we take, Poe, you know that. All of the crew-“

“You’re not like the others!”

“I fucking knew it!” you erupted, poking at his chest. “I knew you treated me differently to the others: less hours, less dangerous missions. What are you playing at, Poe? Am I not good enough to be part of your squadron? Why won’t you treat me like-“

“Because I’m not in love with the others!”

You shut your mouth quickly, your retort locked in your throat. You leant back, blinking at Poe who seemed just as shocked as you were.

“I love you.” He said, much softer. He swallowed, as if realising what he’d said. He clenched his jaw, hands on his hips as he bent his head downwards. Then, he turned away from you. “I love you, Y/N, I just need you to be safe because I couldn’t- I couldn’t cope if you weren’t.”

The silence between you was louder than anything else in that moment. Poe, with tears in his eyes, nodded, accepting rejection.

“That’s alright.”

He turned around and began to walk away before you caught his arm with your hand. He spun him round to face you.

“Always with the dramatics, Dameron.”

And then you were kissing him. And he couldn’t think of anything but the fact that you were kissing him. And it was everything he never knew he wanted, saying everything he never knew he meant.

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Three

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil ��but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluff, pining, slight denial of feelings, Sirius being adorable

Words: 2205

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me whether you want to be tagged! I love you guys so much! xxx

Chapter Three

Sirius huffed as he looked for his favourite jumper, it was the one that was lined with fake fur on the inside, and it was the warmest item of clothing the he owned and the weather outside told him that he would need it today. He threw the rest of his clothes that he hadn’t bothered to unpack from his suitcase and he still couldn’t find it. Grumbling swear words beneath his breath, he picked up another that would do nothing to protect himself against the cold weather and he threw it over his head.

The dormitory door opened with a bang, startling Sirius which caused him to get stuck in his own jumper, “Sirius,” a girl’s voice called out, it sounded angry. Sirius fought to free himself, and when he had, he found himself face to face with Lily. Her arms were folded and she was looking at him with narrowed eyes, her eyes were like two orbs of blazing green fire.

“What are you up to? Y/N told me that you were going to be helping her with her Quidditch performance which I’m happy about. But, since when have you done something nice for someone else and not expected anything in return?”

Sirius smirked, his handsome features enhancing as he did so, “oh, come on Lily!” he slung an arm around her shoulder which she immediately pushed off, “she’s my friend, and I know just how important this whole thing is to her. And, besides, I’d be extremely proud if she managed to kick Slytherin’s arse.”

His words did nothing to quell the angry look on Lily’s face, “yeah, well she’s my best friend, so you’re going to be on your best behaviour, otherwise…. I’ll hex you,” she threatened, pulling out her wand to show him that she meant business, “I’ve seen the way that you’ve been looking at her lately.”

Sirius chuckled, he admired the love that Lily had for Y/N but he didn’t know what Lily was talking about, he hadn’t been looking at Y/N any differently, “I’ll be good ma’am,” he gave a lazy salute as he shoved his broomstick beneath his arm, “c’mon. Let’s go,” he smiled and the two of them walked down the stone spiral staircase and into the common room.

Y/N was waiting for him by the portrait hole, her broomstick tucked underneath her arm.

“Have any of you guys seen my jumper, the green one?” he asked, Remus and James shook their heads and shrugged in response. Whereas, Peter smirked and looked over at Y/N.

Sirius’ grey eyes followed suit, it was the first time today that he’d actually looked at her. Her hair was loose against her shoulders; Sirius thought that it looked really pretty. Sirius also noticed that she was wearing a green jumper and she was smirking, “you’re wearing it, aren’t you Y/N?” he grinned and the pretty girl nodded.

“Okay, you caught me,” she said sarcastically, “it’s just so warm and comfy, it was really your fault for leaving it on the back of the armchair,” she sighed, “I suppose that you’ll be wanting it back now?”

“Oh, not at all, it looks so much better on you,” he winked, “and it brings out your eyes so perfectly Y/N,” he moved a strand of hair away from her face, so that he could see her eyes better. He cleared his throat and moved away from her when he realised what he was doing, in front of everyone, “come on, let’s get down to breakfast,” he smiled at her, his eyes crinkling and they both climbed out of the portrait hole.

“Breakfast? Are you mad?” Y/N scoffed with a giggle, we can’t eat and then ride brooms, it wouldn’t be pretty.”

Sirius pouted his belly rumbling as he did so. No breakfast? That was pretty much the worst news that he’d heard all year, “you know I get pretty cranky without my food.”

Y/N smiled at him, her eyes gleaming, “well, you know how much I love breakfast food too, but I’m sure that we can both survive without it.”

Sirius grumbled, feeling annoyed as they walked right past the Great Hall, away from all those amazing smells, “you’re lucky you’re cute, Y/L/N,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“You know Sirius; I really wish that I could say the same thing about you.”

Sirius gasped dramatically as he clutched his heart in mock heart, “you wound me so, pretty one.”

Y/N giggled and a comfortable silence fell over them as they crossed the cold grounds to reach the paddock where they were going to be training. It was like someone had cast a spell, for when they reached the paddock, Y/N almost immediately shied away from him, losing her usual snarky attitude. She glanced at him, before looking ahead into the dark trees that held a multitude of dangerous and magical creatures.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Sirius frowned as he brushed his hand up against hers.

“I’m fine, it’s just,” she hesitated and sighed, “what if I make a fool of myself? What if I can’t do it?”

Sirius chewed his lip; she needed to have more confidence in herself because Sirius had confidence in her, “listen to me, Y/N. I want you to be proud of yourself, because I am, I’m proud of you. I want you to believe that you’re good enough, because you are,” he cleared his throat and ruffled his hair, chuckling nervously as Y/N beamed.

“Thank you Sirius, you’re actually really sweet when no one else is around. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she giggled, “so where do we start?” she asked and Sirius smiled at her, they had better start with the basics.

“Summon your broom and mount it.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms, an expression of impatience flitted across her face, “that’s beginner’s stuff; I can do that, no problem.”

“Prove it,” he shot back with a smirk on his face, he knew that she couldn’t resist showing off.

“Fine,” she sighed before she summoned her broom and mounted it perfectly.

“Well done,” he smirked, causing Y/N to glare at him before he reached into his robes and pulled a little white ball from his pocket, “I thought that we could enchant this and use it as a snitch. Remus gave it to me; it’s called a ping pong ball. Apparently, muggles use it to play some sort of drinking game,” he smiled, the foreign word rolling off his tongue.

The ball was extremely light weight and he tapped it with his wand, muttering an enchantment to make it hover. It took off through the trees which caused Y/N to hurtle after it, her hair streaming out behind her. Sirius smiled and got on his own broom, hovering above the forest as he watched her.

She wasn’t particularly fast but that was to be expected, she hadn’t played in five years. All she needed to do was to admit how free she felt while she was flying, once she’d admitted that then she’d be able to play Quidditch in front of the whole school.

Y/N zoomed back over with the ping pong ball after a little while, her eyes were narrowed and Sirius could see challenge and determination glistening in them. Sirius gave her some tips that would help boost her confidence before he re enchanted the ball. This time, he made it go towards the castle, making it more of a challenge for Y/N. Y/N climbed up towards the cloudy grey sky until she was just a speck in the distance. The young man chuckled as she swerved and performed an impressive loop to avoid an oncoming turret.

They practised until the early afternoon and when Y/N was too tired to carry on, she beamed as she ran up towards him and she threw her arms around him, knocking the wind out of him. Sirius recovered quickly, chuckling as he lifted her off the grass, spinning her around in a circle.

“Thank you so much,” she giggled, her voice was muffled against the material of his jumper.

“You’re welcome,” he shot her a boyish grin as he set her back down on the ground, “I was thinking, it would be a smart idea if we were study buddies. James is great, but he distracts me too much. I would really like to be within a chance of graduating this year,” he was telling the truth; he really did want to graduate. But, he also wanted to spend more time with Y/N, she had become more fun over the summer, it seemed.

“Fine,” Y/N agreed which surprised Sirius, “I suppose that I do owe you one, don’t I?”

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The rain battered the library windows, thunder cracked and lightning struck which caused you to jump every now and then. You sighed as you left scarlet ink splotches all over the rough surface of your parchment. You were working on your Defence against the Dark Arts essay; Sirius was late for your study session. You had been fool enough to believe that he actually wanted to get serious. People like him could never be serious; it wasn’t one of their capabilities.

Moments later, the boy in question came walking into the library, his wet shoes squeaking on the stone floor. You glanced up and forced back peals of laughter as you saw that he was dripping wet. Water droplets splashed from the ends of his long hair, he still looked so good. Your eyes followed the drops of water as they slid down his neck and disappeared beneath his collar. The muddy footprints that he left in his wake were enough to give Filch a heart attack.

“I’m really sorry that I’m late, sweets,” he shot you a dimpled smile, “the boys and I were setting up another one of our amazing pranks,” he chuckled and he conjured a bouquet of flowers from the end of his wand, “for you,” he offered them to you.

You looked at the beautiful flowers and then back at him, you supposed that this worked on every other girl but it wasn’t going to work on you. You had more self-respect for yourself, “I have hay fever,” you lied, “and I don’t care that you’re late, as long as you weren’t with a girl, we have a deal remember?” it was true, to you it didn’t make much of a difference whether he was there or not.

Sirius smirked, his grey eyes were soft, “are you sure that you have hay fever?”

You rolled your eyes and all but snatched the flowers from him. At your touch, they transformed into a hoard of multi-coloured butterflies, one of them kissed your nose before they fluttered out of the window. It really was beautiful magic. Sirius threw himself into the chair next to you and smirked proudly.

“I bet you do that with all the girls,” you scoffed and Sirius’ smirk widened as he rested his chin on his hand, gazing at you.

“Now that is just very untrue. And, hey, even if I did do that trick with other girls, it wouldn’t matter because you’re not like other girls, are you?”

You flushed at his words, unsure whether to take it as a compliment or not, “just get down to work; we’re going to study the theory of the patronus charm. Next time, we’ll be doing the practical side of it.”

Sirius smiled and nodded, pulling the parchment towards him, “did you really not care that I was late?” he pouted.

You shook your head, not looking up from your parchment, “nope, it makes no difference to me whether you were here or not.”

“You suck, Y/L/N.”

“You wish,” you looked up at the good looking boy and winked which caused him to flush a bright scarlet colour and he shut up after that. That was the trick with Sirius; you had to beat him at his own game.

There was silence for a good ten minutes, the only sounds were quills scratching on the parchment and birds were singing just outside the window, it was obvious that the skies were clearing up. You felt a poke on your arm and you knew that it was obviously Sirius; you sighed and ignored the annoying Gryffindor next to you. A couple more minutes went by and you felt another poke. Every couple of minutes he poked you, until you couldn’t take it anymore, maybe he didn’t want to study but you did, you wanted to graduate.

“Would you stop poking me? Merlin, you’re so bloody annoying!” Sirius chuckled at your angry reaction.

“I was just going to say, next time we should study in the boathouse. I don’t like being under the beady eye of Madam Pince.”

“We can, if you’re good from here on out,” you giggled.

“I’ll always be good for you, Y/N,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you got back to writing your essay, hoping that he would do the same. However, out of the corner of your eye you could see him looking at you for a moment, you wished that he would look away.

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