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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 24: i.n + daddy kink

©straykeedz

tw: dom!jeongin; oral (f receiving); sort of edging?; unprotected piv sex (don't!!! 🤨); begging, kinda???; creampie; implied round two; ♡

wc: 2,4k;

super late update and i have no other explanation apart from: life happened 🙃

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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It started with a question.

“Do you…” Jeongin started, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, arms crossed under his head as you lay peacefully on his chest, lulled by his heartbeat, and an arm around his waist. “Uh, do you think you could do it, too?”

“Baby, I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that.” You chuckled against his chest.

Despite you and Jeongin understanding each other quickly, often without words, there was no way you could actually know what he was talking about right now. He could be talking about a million different things, because he was Yang Jeongin and even though he was a rather quiet and reserved person, his brain processes a lot of thoughts.

“Uh, what…”, he cleared his throat, a thing he always did when he was nervous about something, or something was on his mind. “What Chan’s girlfriend said tonight. About…” he trailed.

“About?”, you encouraged him, even though you were pretty sure you knew what he was talking about.

Nights out with the guys, Jeongin’s friends, were always wild. Tonight had been a rather chill night, but one of the guys - it was probably Jisung -, thought it would be nice to play a game, the classic truth or dare. Some of the guys rolled their eyes, others protested, but in the end they all played and had fun. And then, after a few shots… the game turned somehow dirty. It was right then that Chan’s girlfriend confessed that she likes to call him daddy in bed - well, truth be told, he likes it too -.

“About calling him…” he swallowed the lump in his throat, and you could feel his heartbeat pick up its pace in his chest. “Uh… daddy.”, he whispered the word as if it were a blasphemy.

You couldn’t see him, but you just knew he was probably red in the face. “Oh.”

“Do you think you’d be… into it?”, he asked you.

You’d be lying if you said that Chan’s girlfriend’s confession hadn’t piqued your interest, but you didn’t think Jeongin’d be into it. Even though you’d been going out for months already, you hadn’t tried out that many things in the bedroom apart from the basics. This was definitely new and a step forward in your sex life, but you were honestly down to try it with him.

“Do you think you’d be into it?”, you lifted your head to look at him. Even though it was dark, you could still make out his features in the pale moonlight. Then, you felt something pressing on your thigh - his bulge, growing hard under his sweats. “Oh, you are into it.”, you chuckled.

He uncrossed his arms from under his head and covered his face with his hands, clearly embarrassed by your teasing. “Yah, jagi…”, he whined.

“Ah, don’t be embarrassed, baby!”, you were quick to reassure him, straddling his lap and wrapping your fingers around his wrists to take off his hands from his eyes. You could see him smile shyly at the pet name. “There’s nothing wrong with having a daddy kink!”

Another desperate whine escaped his lips, and he was trying his best to avoid your eyes, but the bulge pressing against your ass was definitely hard to ignore. So, you rolled your hips and ground against it to show him that you weren’t turned off by the idea - the opposite, actually. This time, he didn’t let out a whine, more like a moan at the feeling of you rubbing yourself on his clothed dick.

“Jagi…” this time, he found the courage to look you in the eye, and rolled his hips against you one more time. “Need you.”

You smirked, biting your lower lip. “Then take me, daddy.”

His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at you with big, brown eyes - halfway between shocked and incredibly aroused. He was quick to change positions, and now you were laying on the bed, back pressed against the mattress, his body hovering over yours as he licked his lips.

“Mhhh, I’ve been wanting to be inside of you since we woke up this morning, jagi…” he mumbled right before he attacked your neck with his lips, teeth scraping the flesh and tongue licking all the right spots.

Right, because that morning, a little fucker named Kim Seungmin thought it’d be fun to drop by at Jeongin’s place unannounced, interrupting one of your intimate moments with him before it could escalate into something more… serious. So you were both left high and dry, and the sexual tension between you was pretty evident and persistent the whole day.

“I’ve thinking about you the whole day too…”, you spoke softly while tugging at his dark hair when he started sucking a mark on your collarbone. “Need you so bad.”

Jeongin sucked in a breath and slipped one hand under your t-shirt, brushing your soft, delicate skin with his slender, calloused digits, making you shiver. It started like that that morning, too, but Seungmin rang the doorbell just as Jeongin was about to bury his face between your legs. But right now you’re at your place, which means you won’t get disturbed, because nobody’s going to interrupt you.

Jeongin lifted your t-shirt until both of your breasts were exposed, and wasted no time in cupping one in his large hand, brushing your nipple with his fingers over and over again, feeling it harden under his touch.

“Ah- baby, don’t tease.”, you whimpered, but he was quick to shush you.

“What did you just call me?”, he pulled away from your neck to look at you, confusion written all over your face.

“Baby?”, you repeated, not really understanding what was going on. You always called him baby, so what was he- oh. “Oh.”, your eyes widened and he smirked cockily. “I’m sorry- I meant daddy.”, you tried to make amends.

“Ah, jagi, jagi… what am I gonna do with you, huh?”, he shook his head and sighed, clearly enjoying to be in charge - only officially this time.

“I’m sorry, it’s not gonna happen again.”, you pouted.

He kneeled between your legs. “You’re damn right it’s not.”, he crossed his arms over his torso and took his t-shirt off, tossing it somewhere around your bedroom. “I want you naked. Now.”, he demanded.

You’d be lying if you said the sudden switch in his behavior didn’t turn you on, even more than you already were. So you nodded eagerly and sat up on the bed, taking off your t-shirt as well, then lying back on the mattress to slide your shorts and underwear down your legs until you were left completely naked on your bed. He was still wearing his sweats, the outline of his dick clearly visible, and you wanted nothing more than to touch it, wrap your hand around it and maybe your lips too, but as you reached to cup his bulge, he halted your movements by wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

“Ah-ah.”, he admonished you. “Bad girls don’t get to touch daddy’s cock.”, he smirked cockily.

“But-“

“No buts, sweetheart. I don’t make the rules.”, then, he lay flat on the bed on his tummy, between your legs. “Now turn on your night lamp, I want to see your face while I eat you out.”

Even though he was clearly in a dom mood, he still knew that there was no way you could take all of him without enough prep, so oral was a must in all of your lovemaking sessions - not that you were complaining about it -. He was also really good at it and could get you off in less than two minutes, you actually timed it.

He hooked his arms under your thighs and spared you one last glance before attaching his mouth to your pussy, making you gasp and arch your back. He pulled away briefly just to let a gob of spit land on your clit and labia, then went back to eating you out, although much differently than how he usually did it. Normally, he would be desperate and eager to have you falling apart under his tongue - right now, however, his movements were much slower, he was clearly teasing you.

“Please - like that.”, by the way your chest was quickly rising and falling, he could tell you were getting close.

If he wanted to, he could make you cum in seconds. If. He smirked against your pussy while dragging his tongue up and down your clit and folds, but pulled away right when your legs started shaking and he sensed you were about to let go.

“No, wha- why?”, you sighed, covering your face with your hands as you felt the feeling of your orgasm disappearing.

Jeongin emerged from between your legs with a cocky grin on his face, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. When you glared at him, he simply shrugged. “That’ll teach you a lesson. Next time, you won’t forget what to call me.”, he winked at you.

“You’re mean.”, you pouted.

“Daddy’s not mean.” Jeongin licked his lips as he knelt between your legs, palming himself over the fabric of his sweats. “He just wants you to behave. Now turn around and lie on your tummy for daddy, mh?”

You gasped when you saw him slowly drag his sweats and boxers down his thighs, freeing his hard cock - it looked like it could split you in half, and it was the hardest you’d ever seen it. You nodded, then turned to lie on your tummy, you knew this was Jeongin’s favorite position when he was particularly horny, so that meant you were up for an amazing time.

The tip of Jeongin’s dick kissed your wet entrance, distracting you from your train of thought, but before he could slip in he grabbed your hip and motioned for you to stick your ass up a bit. “Mhh, so good for me.”, he praised you, making you bite your lip in anticipation. “Tell me how much you want it inside, sweetheart.”, he grunted, ready to push inside of you.

“So bad. I want it so bad, daddy.”, you fisted the sheets beneath you, turning your head to the side to look at him over your shoulder.

He looked absolutely breathtaking. His dark hair fallen over his face, biting his lower lip as his veiny hand was gripping your hip, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. You could cum from this sight only, to be honest. But you wanted him to have a good time, you wanted him to enjoy it as much as you and you wanted him to explore his kink with you just like he’d done with you multiple times before.

“Please, put it inside, daddy.”, you wiggled your ass to encourage him.

He wasn’t expecting that, and his head snapped up to look at you. He sucked in a breath, then slowly started to push inside of you without adding any more futile comments. You watched closely how his lips parted as his length sinked in your heat, stretching you out real good, and a moan escaped from your lips.

“Oh, my God.”, you heard him hiss as he finally bottomed out. Fully sheathed inside of you, it took him a couple of seconds to collect himself. He squeezed the flesh of your asscheek and bit his lip as he thrusted inside of you for the first time - a tentative, slow thrust, and he didn’t even pull halfway out.

“Does it feel good, daddy?”, you purred, and he looked at you once again, mouth falling open as he thrusted a second time. Then, he pulled out almost all the way just to thrust back inside once more.

“So- so good, sweetheart. You feel like heaven.”, he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he kept thrusting at a slow pace. You supposed it was because he didn’t want to cum too soon, and to be honest, you felt proud of yourself for having that effect on him. It was nice to know that your man was this close to falling apart because of you, to know that he was as whipped as you were.

He started to move a bit faster now, hips slamming against yours with each thrust of his cock in your heat, soft whimpers falling from your lips, hoarse grunts falling from his. When he felt you clench around him, he smirked.

“Already close, sweetheart?”, he teased you, chuckling.

You nodded against the soft pillowcase. “Y-Yes, daddy, ‘m so close.”, you whined.

“Then be a good girl and cum for daddy.”, his face scrunched up in pleasure after a particular hard thrust that has you squeezing your walls tightly around him.

You released around his cock mere seconds later, fisting the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, grunting at the sight of your tight pussy creaming his cock with each thrust and suddenly, he was on the verge of his orgasm, too.

“Da-daddy.”, you whimpered when his thrusts turned unsteady and frantic.

“F-fuck, I’m so close.”, he panted, pounding into you relentlessly, cock twitching inside of you. “You’re gonna let me fill you up, mh? You’re gonna let daddy fill up this pretty cunt, aren’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, then you let go of the sheets to reach his hand resting on your hip and intertwined your fingers with his. “Yes daddy, want you to fill me up, please.”, you whined, and it was the final straw for Jeongin.

His hips stilled as he shot his release inside of you, squeezing your hand tight as he clenched his jaw. Hot spurts of his seed filled you up, and there was so much of it you could actually feel some already leaking from your hole. Jeongin’s body collapsed on yours, sweaty, naked torso pressed against your back as you both tried to catch your breaths. Then, he brought your intertwined hands to his lips and placed soft kisses on the back of your hand - you smiled at the delicacy of his touch, in contrast with the roughness of what you’d just done.

“I love you so much, jagi…”, he whispered in your ear, then kissed your cheek.

“I love you too, baby.”, you giggled, happily.

One thing about Jeongin was that his refractory period was incredibly short. Incredibly. He’d barely gone limp for ten minutes, as you were both enjoying the closeness of the intimate position you were him, when you felt him growing hard again inside of you.

“Ah, sorry, jagi…”, he hid the face in the nape of your neck and placed a soft kiss there. “I guess you just turn me on so much.”, he chuckled before he started to pull out, but you stopped him by grabbing him by the wrist.

“Wait.”, you murmured and he lifted his eyes to meet yours. “Round two?”

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mncxbe · 9 months

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Can I request Dazai, Ranpo and Chuuya with a s/o that’s never been in a fully healthy and loving relationship so they sometimes get confused or shocked by the bare minimum? Like if they say they care about their consent for anything they’re like “Wait you what?- you do? Fr?” Or if they say smth they can do they go “Wait I’m allowed to do that?”

Totally not self projecting

sure dear omg this is lowkey so sweet. hope you like it♡♡

// also tysm for 400 followers hihi♡♡ love you all

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Kintsugi

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ light angst maybe?

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he probably figures it out during the first weeks of the relationship

asks lots of rethorical questions and lowkey pushes you into telling him all about it (he just needs to know) but he doesn't actually force you to tell

"Bella, you know I'd never do or say such things to you. Your exes just weren't real men, aight? Didn't know how to handle a beauty like you" (he thinks he's a smooth talker fr)

super kind to you overall; he'll pay attention not to be toxic to you

"Wanna play a game, bella?" Dazai cooed, curling on the couch next to you.

You carefully set down the cup of honeyed tea you were drinking and scooted closer to him, a wide smile stretching your lips.

"Sure. What do you have in mind."

"How about a game to get to know each other better? We ask questions and the other one answers. I'll even let you go first my sweet." he said with a wink.

"Um... ok?" you said reluctantly "Cats or dogs?"

"Cats. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?" he asked playfully.

"Hm... probably figs. Figs would be nice"

This little game of yours went on for around twenty minutes until your boyfriend finally decided to ask you a more serious question.

"What's the worst relationship you've ever had?"

Although he asked that question in a lighthearted tone, there was a hint of urgency to it. Seeing the blank expression on your face, Dazai added:

"It's been weighing on my mind for a while now."

"Well... I gotta say all my exes were kinda shitty. I've never actually been in a healthy relationship and the worst part is that I didn't even know they were unhealthy at that time." A light chuckle rolled off your lips as you reached for your cup and took a small sip. "You see, I didn't wanna tell you about this. I assumes it would be a burden"

Dazai's eyes softened upon hearing your statement. "Bella" he began, taking your hand in his "Nothing that you do or say will ever be a burden to me."

"Alright then" you replied with a sheepish smile "Then I guess I could tell you"

And then you did. You told him everything you've been through: your first ex who never let you go out of the house without him because he thought you'd cheat on him, your second who always made you cook dinner for him because "that's what a real woman would do" and the last one, who constantly brought his friends over although he knew how shitty they were with you. As he listened to you tell your story, his thumb gently brushed over the soft skin on back of your hand. It did hurt to hear what you've been through, but what pained him most was the fact that you didn't think he'd understand and accept your trauma.

When you were finally done talking, a deep silence fell between the two of you.

"You know I'd never treat you like that?" he eventually said.

You gave a small nod "I know. I just... I guess I'm not used to healthy relationships."

Dazai's arm snaked over your shoulders as he pulled you in a gentle hug; your head coming to rest on his chest. He simply placed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

"In that case I'm honoured to be the one to teach you what love should be like"

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he probably knows from the start

it was the little things: the ways you'd always ask him if you're allowed to do certain things, the fact that you were always so aware of all his moods and actions

so yea, he figured it out

doesn't force you to talk about your exes tho, he'll wait for you to open up or ask you casually

so supportive fr; reassures you that he'll never do something like that

"Y/N you deserve the best really. And lucky for you I'm the best"

protect him at all costs fr♡

Your boyfriend's ultra deduction was something that never ceased to amaze you; but still you didn't expect him to catch on so fast on the fact that you have never been treated right in a relationship before.

When he finally called you out on it all you could do was look him dead in the eyes; your fingers fumbling with a loose string on the cuffs of your hoodie.

"So?" he asked again, pouting.

"Yea, you're right. I've never had a healthy relationship"

"I knew it!" he exclaimed but immediately regained his composure when he realised this wasn't something he should be happy about.

"Look, sugar. I won't force you to tell me anything about it but just know that I'm not like them."

"I know Ranpo my sweet but-"

"Nuh uh" he interrupted, pressing his index fingers against your lips to shush you "Let me finish. First off, you're allowed to go out with your friends whenever you want to. Just text me from time to time so I know you're safe. Second off, please tell me if I'm ever crossing your boundaries. And third stop apologising for every single thing you do, ok? It's not a good habit"

"I know I'm sorry but-"

Ranpo raised a brow and smiled lightly "What did I just say love?"

You took a deep breath in and returned the smile "No apologies, noted." After a minute of silence you eventually spoke again, this time with more confidence "Thank you dear. For being so patient and understanding with me. Maybe one day I'll tell you about my exes, I want you to know. But I don't wanna let the past affect us."

"And it doesn't, my sweet. Did you forget?" he giggled, flashing you his signature smirk. "I'm the best boyfriend ever. Nothing could ever determine me to see you as less than perfect."

You suddenly leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips; the saccharine gesture taking him by surprise.

"I'm so happy I'm with you Ranpo. You make me happy." you beamed and the detective felt his heart melting. His entire body felt like pudding, a soft, mushy mess. This was the effect you always had on him.

Your boyfriend hugged your waist and burried his head in your chest as your fingers combed through his dark locks.

"I'll do my best to be worthy of you" you said after a while.

And Ranpo only nodded, smiling against your chest. His slender fingers found yours and loosely intertwined with them "You already are, sugar."

𝑪𝒉ū𝒚𝒂

"What? What do you mean if I let you go out with your friends tonight?"

he's so confused fr; doesn't understand why you ask such questions

such a sweet boy fr

at first he doesn't realise why you're so moved by every small thing he does, but after you tell him about your past relationships... oof

you know he's gonna threaten to kill those guys🫡

he's even more gentle with you now and reassures you that you're worthy of a good man (he's talking about himself hehe) and that he'll treat you well♡

literally the definition of "You can wear whatever you want. I can fight."

JUST BECAUSE FLOWERS🌹

It was around 8:30 p.m when you heard the door open, announcing the arrival of your partner; you quickly discarded the fluffy blanket you were wrapped in and tip-toed to the hallway.

"Chuu. Let me tell you what happened today you won't believe it!" you said excitedly as you turned the corner and... you stopped dead in your tracks.

There he was; Chuuya Nakahara, your beloved boyfriend, holding a bouquet in his arms. Honeysuckles, milesii irises and golden daylilies perfectly wrapped in a coffee coloured craft paper with drawings of the Eiffel tower and French bistors. 'La vie est belle', it read.

"Hey honey. Sorry I'm so late tonight but I stopped to get this for you." he said casually as he handed you the flowers.

You took the bouquet from his hands and held it to your chest, breathing in the sweet, fresh scent of the blossoms. Chuuya must've noticed the disdained look on your face for he came closer to you, gently placing an arm on your shoulder.

"My love are you ok? Do you not like the flowers or..."

Suddenly you burst into tears, a wide smile rising to your lips. "No Chuu I love them. I love them so much thank you I just-" you stammered, choking on your tears. "I just never got flowers before."

Chuya's heart sank upon hearing your words, a wave of sadness washing over him. "My sweet love." he began, his calloused hands gingerly cupping your tear stained cheeks. "You deserve all the flowers in the world."

His words only made you cry harder. Both of you were smiling, gazing into each others' eyes; from time to time Chuuya wiped away a pearly tear that streamed down your face with his thumb. Between you the flowers were getting squished but neither of you could care less.

"You're a silly girl, you know? Crying over something like this." he said playfully, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Oh shut it" you replied in the same tone as you kissed him on the cheek.

Your boyfriend took the flowers from your arms and carefully placed them on the counter before pulling you in a tight hug; he breathed in your scent and God, you were even sweeter than the blossoms.

"You know I'll give you everything you want and more darling." he said in a hushed voice, causing you to sob quietly.

He let you cry for a while, whispering sweet nothings and caressing your hair until you finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry Chuu. That was embarassing" you chuckled lightly but your boyfriend didn't miss the hint of guilt in your voice.

"Not at all, silly." he said, pullng away. "I know we've talked about this before, the way your past relationships impact our own and I wanna remind you that it's ok if you react like this. To be honest you're cute when you get so worked up over my little gifts"

"Hey don't tease me" you cried out, wiping away the last tear from your reddened cheeks. "Or I'll cry again"

"Now we can't have that, can we?" he replied as he slid an arm around your waist. "Let's put those flowers in a vase and get you a glass of water. I think you need it love."

A smile rose to your lips as you looked at him, chest swelling with love and pride "Yea. I think I do, love."

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euaphoric · 9 months

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“ are we there yet? ” ˙ ✩°˖🚏⋆｡˚꩜

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader (established relationship)

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, lovey lovey dovey dovey, sm*t, exhibitionism, f*ngering, piv, essentially they get frisky in the forest hehehe, this is pretty vanilla tho<3

synopsis:: roadtrips with your boyfriend seem all fun and games at first, until you end up getting lost in the middle of nowhere with no signal !

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the summer of august… balmy evenings, golden overcasts from sun rays, clammy humid air, and warm, lofty breezes at nightfall. ideal weather to spend a weekend away with your favorite person, escaping the depths of reality to reset + recharge. this was long overdue since both you and jungkook are always cooped up in work, the quality time you get to share nowadays has progressively dwindled. soon as jungkook found out you two had aligning free time he made plans almost instantly for a romantic getaway. he (said in his own words) found the perfect distraction to take your minds off everything and whisk all your problems away.

well at least that’s what he’s tried getting you to believe so far..

but you weren’t sold just yet— at the rate he’s driving and the stilled guise of confusion on his face, something seemed alarmingly off to you. you didn’t notice at first but once you recognized one of the landmarks previously seen half an hour ago, it doesn’t take much for you to put 2 and 2 together. he may or may not be totally lost right now and is trying to act completely unfazed. you hear him mutter a string of curses lightly under his breath, he seemed to be frustrated by something but not quite really sure what.

“hmm.. are we almost there yet koo?” you ask softly, resting your head against the window, eyes drearily fluttering. it concerns you when he doesn’t reply, instead he continues focusing on the road— this only puzzles you more since he was just talking your ears off moments before. “uhm, hellooo earth to jungkook? you can hear me right?” you reiterate, turning slightly to face his direction. he snaps out of his trance for only a second to vaguely address you. “yeah.” it’s unlike him to be this quiet with you, especially not when he was the one most excited about this trip, he’d send you daily reminders and even had a whole countdown for it. you had to get to the bottom of this immediately.

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one thing about jungkook is he hates to admit when he’s wrong, especially in front of you. he ensured that he knew exactly where you guys were going and insisted on you not doing an ounce of driving, 4 hours wasn’t gonna kill him. “you’re my princess, and princesses belong in passenger seats only!” he’d argue in response to you wanting to help. he wasn’t budging on his stance either, every time you offered to take the wheel he’d strike a deafening glare. you sigh while watching him continue to struggle, his gaze darting back and forth from the road onto the gps of his phone. that’s when you see yet again another familiar sign up ahead, at this point he has no idea where he’s going. “babe, are we los-”

“don’t say that.” jungkook quickly cuts you off, “we’re not lost, i just- am having some technical difficulties with the directions is all!” it finally took him looping around in circles for a third time to get him to acknowledge his plight. “okay maybe a little bit…” you shake your head at his stubbornness, always thinking he can do everything on his own. “i think we should stop for a minute to recuperate.” you suggest, checking out the window to see nothing but endless nature and not a single other car in sight. neither of you had a single clue where you were. jungkook finally caves and pulls over, pandering his next move. an idea comes to mind for him instantly, “oh! i know who could help, i’ll call namjoon! he’ll know what to do in situations like this.” right…because calling your friends when you’re lost in the woods is the best solution at hand.

he attempts to call but is met with yet another disappointment. “fuck, i only have one bar..” you check your phone only to see you had no better luck. “my phone isn’t even picking up a signal around here..” this couldn’t get any worse— stranded in the middle of no man’s land and having zero capability to communicate with the outside world; technically, this was what jungkook was going for but not to this extreme extent. he huffs in frustration, “shit- well i guess we’re screwed now thanks to me.” “maybe if you’d let me help earlier none of this would’ve happened!” you impishly gloat, never letting him live down the fact he never listens. he flashes a pout along with the most dramatic eye roll, unwilling to give you any satisfaction of being in the right. “yeah yeah, whateva.”

an awkward silence passes by until jungkook speaks again, “soo like.. what’re we gonna do now…” “beats me,” you say nonchalantly, “should we go explore the woods?” the curious cat in you is need of a little adventure. “isn’t that a bit risky? you never know what’s out there!” he wasn’t too keen on your idea but you’d be able to get him to fold quickly. “ugh, you watch too many of those horror movies. we’ll be fine, just c‘mon!” you chirp, getting out the car and making a dash into the forest. “wait- slow down.. wait for me!!”

⟡ ⟡ ⟡

the view in front of you was breathtaking; effervescent greenery surrounding you, tranquil patters of the waterfall, absorbing in the pleasant atmosphere alongside your lover. though you were in quite the predicament, this moment put you decently at ease. “this is so beautiful.” you express in awe of the scenery. jungkook was also indeed starstruck by something, but it wasn’t the wispy terrain. “yeah it’s nice, but not half as beautiful as you are.” his soft hand cups the side of your face, tilting slightly to place a chaste peck. another hand travels to the hem of your sundress, drawing over your smooth skin to caress your inner thighs. his touch felt so relaxing, you almost forgot where you were for a second. “wha- what’re you doing-” a lush pair of lips connect with you again, cutting off your chatter.

you kissed for what seemed like hours, purring into him as he plays with the thin fabric of your lace underwear. his everlasting touch and lips felt like paradise, lustfully drunk off each other’s energies. your mind was so hazy to a point you didn’t fully register that your dress was pulled halfway up your torso. jungkook pulls away for a second, glancing over to scope the premises. “agh.. maybe we shouldn’t do it here..” he hesitantly chides, “what if there’s some weirdo lurking in the bushes or something?” this man is always so overly paranoid… “nothing’s gonna get us koo, pwomise. now shush and get back to kissing me.” you eagerly lean in, latching onto him once again. as your bodies intertwine you hiss at the feathered graze of his fingers on your clothed heat, languidly tracing the outline. you sense a sudden draft as jungkook slides your panties aside, lightly prodding your entrance while his thumb circles your clit, leaving you with tingling vibrations.

“mmphh~ fuck..” you moan softly. lifting your head to gaze up at your boyfriend, admiring the way he’s glowing from the sunlight illuminating above. soon as he saw your face he couldn’t resist in reaching up to kiss you once more, entering one of his inked digits into you slowly. the gasp you let out was a chance for him to invite his tongue, greedily wanting to taste every molecule of you. your body involuntarily rocks it’s hips against his hand, tangling your fingers through his thick, silky hair, wholly enchanted by him. a whine slips out from the absence of his fingers, clenching around nothing from feeling empty. “stop whinin’, m’gonna give you what you’re craving soon babydoll.” he assures sweetly, placing open mouthed kisses along your chin, neck, and down to your collarbone. right now you felt nothing but utter yearning, desiring every inch of him inside.

intense waves of pleasure hit you gracefully, muscles tensing as your needy cunt swallows his length, arching from the fluttering sensation that won’t leave your tummy. never in your lifetime did you expect to be doing this in a forest of all places. “jungkook…” you lasciviously whisper, securing your legs tighter around his waist while he jams his hips deeper, he feels so good you could cry. “i love you baby.” he coos midstroke, pressing his tattooed hand on your stomach. “love you too koo- fuuu…” eyes roll to the back of your head from his cock colliding with your sweet spot, feeling one step closer to coming. “t-think m’gonna cum s-soonn jungkookiie.” your high would approach any minute now. “me too babe, shit- your pussy feels unreal..” before you know it, flashes of white impairs your vision from the rippling effects of your orgasm— panting indefinitely. jungkook hastily pulls out, viciously stroking himself to spread his release on you. post-nut clarity hit the both of you hard asf, you never got up to fix your clothes so fast. your skin felt moist and sticky, you were totally in the mood for a nice hot shower. jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle from your stunned actions,,

“guess we can check this off our bucket list now??”

@genkima @sweet-sourhotcoco @cherigu ヽ(＾▽＾)人(＾▽＾)人(＾▽＾)ﾉ 💢

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milaisreading · 8 months

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🌱🩷: pt5 of Crossdresser!Yn x Blue Lock! Sorry for the angst in the last part...

Masterlist to this series

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What are you picking your food for?" Barou questioned as (Y/n) picked on the tofu that was served for her to eat. She shook her head and looked ar Barou for a few moments, then at her food.

"Oh... sorry." She said silently and took a small piece of tofu and rice, silently eating it while looking off to the side. Barou raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl silently.

'What is wrong with her now? Just today she was over the moon because she can play with that Isagi guy, and now she looks like someone kicked her dog.' Barou squinted his eyes as he observed her a little more.

'I just don't know what I did to them... but the more I think about either Reo or Nagi, the more I will be distracted from my goal... which is staying in Blue Lock as long as possible.'

Barou watched worry as she started eating her food faster and faster, until she started coughing.

"Idiot! What is your issue even?" Barou scolded her as he reached over the table to pat her back.

"I...I am fine... sorry..." She coughed between her words as she reached for her glass of water.

"Why are you even apologizing? Are you sure you are fit for practice later?" He asked, trying to mask his worry as (Y/n) slowly nodded her head, finishing off her water.

"I am! I am! I guess, I still have jitters from the game earlier. Let's just finish our food and prepare the practice room."

She resumed eating her food calmly this time.

"Whatever you say."

"For a king, you sure listen to all my words." (Y/n) commented as Barou blushed in embarrassment and glared at her.

"Shut it!"

"Isagi! You really did come!" (Y/n) said excitedly as the boy walked into the practice room with Bachira following close behind.

"Oh, Bachira, you are here, too!" She greeted the boy, surprised that he was there too, but she didn't complain much. After all, Bachira's dribbling was impressive to her, so might as well train with him.

"Yep!" Bachira said excitedly as Isagi looked back at (Y/n) nervously.

"Sorry about him. He wanted to practice with us." Isagi explained as he noted Barou's glare.

"It's alright! Should we start then? We can team up Barou and I, and Bachira and you!" (Y/n) suggested as the two just nodded their heads.

"Let's start then." Barou said, grabbing (Y/n)'s shoulder and pulling her away from the duo.

"Hey!"

The night went on with the 4 of them training for a few hours. They switched teams a few times, and as much as Barou didn't enjoy this arrangement, he wasn't leaving her alone with these 2.

"Great job, Bachira! The dribbling was amazing!" (Y/n) cheered on her current partner as she raised her arm for a high five.

"You think? Thanks! Yours isn't bad either, tho your precision always catches me off guard." Bachira said back as they high-fived each other. The two turned to look at Isagi and Barou, watching as the duo exchanged a few words and then Barou surpringly left the room.

"Barou!" (Y/n) scolded the taller, but Isagi just shook it off.

"We just had a small dispute. By the way, thanks for letting us play with you two. It was a great experience." Isagi said.

"Nothing to thank me for, it was nice training with you both! We should do it tomorrow too." (Y/n) suggested, as the two boys look at each other, and then nodded their heads.

"Good idea!"

"Yes!"

"So, what is your opinion on that guy? (Y/n) seems very nice in my opinion." Isagi said as both him and Bachira were walking back to their room.

"He sure is! He also wasn't freaked out when I told him about my monster! He even said it was cool." Bachira grinned widely as Isagi nodded his head slowly.

"It's cool that he wasn't weirded out... aside from you and my mom, everyone always called me a freak for it." Bachira commented again.

"I like him. I expected (Y/n) to be this rude and obnoxious player, but he is very down to earth."

"True. And he seems eager to practice with anyone. He also helped me with my shots while we were paired up."

"He is pretty cool."

"And cute."

"Bachira!" Isagi scolded the boy with a flustered face.

"He is! You can't deny that~"

Isagi stayed quiet for the rest of the walk.

'Nagi... Reo...why can't I get their words out of my head? I never had issues like that before.' (Y/n) sighed while finishing washing her hair, the same wave of pain hitting her as she looked at the door where Barou was standing behind.

"Hey, Barou!"

"What?" He called out from the hallway, looking around to make sure nobody was close by.

"Who are we playing against tomorrow?"

"Hm... Team W, I believe. After that, we just have Team V and Team Y left."

'Team V... Nagi and Reo's team!' (Y/n)'s eyes widened for a moment.

"Ok. I will be out in a minute. Sorry for all of this, again."

"No need to apologize." He said back, yawning a little.

'I will have to treat him for some lunch if we ever get out of here.' (Y/n) smiled as she put her shirt back on.

'As for Team V... we will win against them. We have to.' She gulped and then nodded to herself.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #isagi yoichi #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #reo mikage #bachira meguru #barou shouei #nagi seishiro #crossdressing #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock scenarios

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sakusafilm · 2 years

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This fic of yours is so good! Even though i hate kiyoomi for being such a bastrd😣 i feel like i can relate to the reader so much! The reader really deserve better! Not only she is failing but her boyfriend doesn't love her anymore and cheating on her😭 i really can't imagine how hurt is that😭 did u plan on writing a part 2? Kinda wish he's regretting or begging her to come back tho:')

Anyway, welcome to tumblr!:)

was really thinking of doing a part 2 !! so here it is. hope u like it 🍰

in which kiyoomi sakusa begs for you to come back.

sakusa x fem!reader, kita x fem!reader, angst, they fought and like punched each other, mentions of bokutitties LMAO

part 1

nine years.

you spent nine years of your life with kiyoomi sakusa, just to fall apart.

you always believed that people, indeed, just come and go. some of them will be just seasonal. your high school friends, your college friends. for some reason, you lost a lot of connections through the years. and it's not like someone's at fault, it just happened. because, well, people come and go.

but with kiyoomi, you never expected it to happen.

you were so sure that he is someone that you will spend the rest of your days with. you were so sure that he will marry you someday. you were so sure that he is a permanent one. he wasn't just a boyfriend or a partner, he was your bestfriend. so you never expected it.

although you knew that falling out of love hurts, it was the betrayal that is killing you. because falling out love isn't inevitable, but betraying you... like he never loved you... is beyond all of this. it's his choice.

after leaving sakusa's apartment, you moved to a smaller one near the hospital where you're working. you had nothing but some personal things that you tried to fit into your one and only luggage. but that's fine, you know you won't be staying at home much. the plan is to tire yourself out until you pass out.

you chuckle at your own self-destructing thoughts. you want to pass out and find out what hurts more, slamming your butt against the floor or kiyoomi's words. ah, you're going crazy for real.

for the next three months, that's what you did. work your ass off, volunteer doing the things you don't have to do so that you'll have an excuse to stay in the hospital. you basically lived there and if it weren't for some upperclassmen who nagged you, you really won't go home.

your review for the next licensure exams did not stop while brainstorming about your next individual dissertation. and you love tiring yourself out for things like this. you prefer this than think about kiyoomi again.

“sakusa kiyoomi for the first service ace of the game! nasty as always!”

today is different.

you can't escape him and his famous ass today. everyone, like literally everyone, is talking about the next match between adlers and black jackals. this is a highly anticipated match—so every phone, laptop and television around the hospital is on it.

after the adlers lost to jackals a few months ago, this is the most awaited revenge.

you're scribbling random notes in the quarters as your colleagues cannot contain their excitement towards the game. some are throwing awkward looks at you. they know your relationship with kiyoomi, and even if you didn't talk, it's obvious that you're over because of the continuous dating articles about him for the previous months. your colleagues never asked why, but they are hardly trying to be sensitive towards what you feel. you appreciate that, but they don't really have to.

you really understand how kiyoomi is famous and you cannot avoid him all the time so when their stares became too bothering, you looked at them, “just enjoy the game, guys. stop staring.”

“s-sorry, doctor!” someone said, “we just—”

“it doesn't matter to me, so please don't mind me and just enjoy watching.” you chuckled at them.

it's a lie, ofcourse. it does matter to you.

and even if you understand that kiyoomi is famous and all that shit, it still hurts. just hearing his name hurts. hearing and realizing that he's been doing so well hurts. because... why are you the only one miserable? why does it seem like you're the only one who got hurt? he continued in winning, being admired, being loved.

it felt unfair.

“bokuto caught the ball with his titties again!” they laughed, “he's literally my favorite, god! i'm starting to think that he's actually practicing that move in training!”

“better put that chest to use.”

you wanted to laugh and watch with them about the game like you used to. but you cannot endure seeing kiyoomi again even for a second because even after six months since that day, no progress has been made.

even if you work until you pass out, or read and try to retain information in your head—you still remember him. you still love him. and who can blame you? god, you fucking spent almost half of your life with that man. you grew up with him. you showed him parts of you that you can never show to other people. you believed him, you know. genuinely.

“seems like msby will win again.”

you wanted adlers to make msby eat dust this time out of bitterness, but that's not happening at all. seems like everyone in msby trained so hard for this match. atsumu miya is on fire with his sets, shoyo hinata showed new moves, kotarou bokuto can even joke and play around, and kiyoomi sakusa isn't being playing around with his spikes. he has always been so competitive with volleyball but today, there's something different about him. like... he's mad and going insane at the same time.

seems like you have to wait for another game before it's msby's outside hitter 15's turn to eat some shit.

kiyoomi scored so much with his spikes in the game. if it was an official game, he probably became the mvp. in the locker room, atsumu glanced at sakusa who's been staring at the floor too much. bokuto hummed as he tries to read the mood of the room and shoyo made face, trying to make him shut up.

“stop staring,” sakusa, as always, has some great intuitions. everyone knows that. that's why it's a riddle for the three boys why he did what he... just did. to be frank, they are annoyed by it. especially atsumu. he knows how much you love his moody teammate, he watched how much you supported him from the sidelines.

“you were on edge the whole game,” miya commented, “it was a nice game but you have to know that being angry disrupts a lot in the system we built during practice.”

“i...” sakusa tried to search for words, “i'm just a little fired up earlier.”

“you're not fired up, omi.” miya says, “you're so mad, you're trying to ease the anger in you.”

“shut the fuck up. are you a therapist?” sakusa scoffs.

“it's so obvious.” atsumu answers, “you fucked up real bad. hope you know that.” kiyoomi looks at him, “and no, i'm not talking about the game.”

he knows. he fucking knows.

forgetting kiyoomi sakusa is the hardest thing you ever tried to do your whole life. the memories are following you around. taunting and haunting, like those dreamlike days suddenly became a nightmare.

you know exactly what you need to do: move on. there's no other way but to move forward. you cannot let sakusa have the luxury to ruin more things for you. you deserve better than mopping around for a man who left you first.

so after a year, you started meeting new people. a lot of colleagues tried to set you up with a date with their friends. you agreed, ofcourse. you're single, a professional, beautiful. you can definitely agree to it. and these dates reminded you how huge it is out there.

it was fun and amusing to see men try so hard to please you with what they have. one time, you had a date with this lawyer who just talked about the cases he loved handling. it's pretty interesting for you. a lot of them are really interesting. but not consistent.

“you better have fun, dr. __!” dr. uchinaga has been nagging you to meet his nephew for a lot of times already. he waited until you finally agreed, “my nephew is a gentleman. very responsible and smart. i really think that this will work out.”

he's a senior doctor in the hospital and you couldn't reject it, but to be honest, it's making you curious too. he's been sweet talking about his handsome and responsible nephew for months now, and even told you that the man likes you too. at last, it's happening.

this one felt different. you don't know why but this makes you nervous.

you arrived at the restaurant five minutes early from the time that dr. uchinaga told you. it's a michelin five star restaurant in the middle of tokyo, very famous to tourists because of their traditional japanese food.

“uh, a reservation under dr. uchinaga—”

“a reservation under dr. uchinaga—” you looked at the man who spoke in unison with you.

“kita shinsuke.” you almost choked on air. you blinked, couldn't believe the gray-haired man infront of you. your lips parted as you stare at him.

“i think we should be together tonight.” he uttered with the same confidence you remember from years ago.

no way. yes way.

you're dumbfounded as you stare at kita shinsuke but when you managed to offer his arms to you, you mindlessly took it and walked with him inside the restaurant. this is a joke, right? kita shinsuke? the kita shinsuke? inarizaki's former captain? your high school crush?

he is your date tonight?

your heart is racing. something about seeing shinsuke again after years is making you excited. god, you were head over heels for him before you met your damned ex. back then, everyone's gushing over the top five aces of japan or the miya twins, and then there's you admiring shinsuke from afar.

you admired the calmness in him. you admired his precise words. there's nothing extraordinary about his plays but no one can beat him in the mindset department. he is not just book smart, he is wise. especially if compared to teenagers back then.

“do you—”

shinsuke chuckled, “you first.”

you chuckled too, “oh, i was just going to ask if you remember me but then i remembered that it has been like... ten years? so... this is probably a coincidence...”

“oh, not really.” he answered. your lips parted. your face doesn't show it much, but disbelief is crawling under your skin. but, he doesn't know you. or atleast he didn't care about his admirers back then.

“my uncle showed me a picture of his favorite junior. i wouldn't agree to this if i don't know you,” he says, you figured that out, hell! that's just so him, “so yes, i remember you. and i bet you... still remember me?”

“i do!” you quickly told him. damn, how could you forget? you remembered travelling to hyogo just to watch their final match. you brought a banner you did to cheer for him. you were such a fangirl back then, “i do... remember you. i mean— i—”

he chuckled, “let's not talk about high school if that makes you awkward.”

shinsuke made sure that you are comfortable with him throughout the dinner. he is true to his words. he did not ask about high school and kept asking about work. you decided that it would be fun to go to skytree after dinner and he agreed.

you already know this since high school but kita is different.

all this time, you talked to people who wanted to impress you. you never felt that with him. is it because he's confident enough? you're not sure, but you feel like it's deep rooted to the fact that if this ends, it won't be his lost, but yours. dr. uchinaga is right, he has a very responsible and amazing nephew.

“if you don't mind me asking...” he said, “you're not with—”

you looked at him, “i am not with him anymore. yes.” you looked at the view from the skytree.

lo and behold, japan's night lights.

“i think i won't be here with you if i have a boyfriend...” you chuckled.

“right.” he chuckled back, “it's rude to say good to hear, right?”

“yes, that's rude, kita.” you laughed.

the drive home was fun. shinsuke insisted to drive you. he talked about the farm and how he just went to tokyo again for a little vacation. he's staying in the suburbs, loving his best life quietly. and you can't stop yourself from answering, “that's so you.”

it's embarassing. it's as if you know so much about him!

“you know me well,” he commented, “what else do you know about me?”

he gave you a small smirk, you chuckled, “oh, i know a lot. like the way you watch your teammates whenever they are in game like a fox. or the way you clean the comfort room in inarizaki—”

he suddenly laughed, “alright, alright. you were such a fangirl back then. to be honest, the cheering doesn't matter to me.”

oh, you know.

“but when you started not showing up in games, it kinda felt dull.” you were stunned, “so if you ask me if i remember you, i do. you are loud everytime we are in a match and i don't have a lot of supporters back then compared to the miyas, so... kind of hard to forget, honestly...”

“thought you were annoyed by those cheers.” you told him.

“i didn't mind. that's all.” he answered you.

when you and kiyoomi started dating each other, ofcourse, you stopped supporting and going to kita's games. but now that you're out here, hearing what he thinks of you years ago, you cannot help but ask yourself: what if you rejected sakusa? what if you continued supporting shinsuke?

“i can go home from here.” you told him when you saw the convenience store near your apartment. he stopped the car slowly, “thank you for today. i had so much fun.”

“me too.” he smiled, “i'll go home to hyogo tomorrow but will be back for the weekend again. would you like to... uhm...”

“see each other again?” you asked him, “i don't mind, if it's not a bother to you.”

“it's not.” he immediately told you, “i would love to know more about you.”

your stomach felt heavy the moment you stepped out of the car. you waited for kita to drive away first before you started walking home.

the thought of being back in the first stage of getting to know someone makes you feel... angry. kiyoomi actually wasted your time. the years you spent together. and now, you don't fucking know you can actually do this again because the fear of shinsuke dropping you once you invested everything to him is inevitable. it's already rooted in your trauma.

if a man who was with you for nine years can do that, what more for a man that you just met again today?

you sighed at yourself. you have to stop thinking for a moment. it will be okay. kita is so different from kiyoomi. and besides, he's just trying to get to know you. it's not like you'll enter a relationship immediately with him.

“__,” you stopped walking. your heart stopped. your hands became cold as you slowly face the man who called your name.

in a black hoodie, black ballcap and black facemask. lean and tall with his curly hair, after a year of trying to build these walls against him, you realized how you haven't made any progress at all. sakusa kiyoomi stands across from you, the only thing you can see are his eyes.

the lamppost where he's leaning is lighting his face up.

“sakusa.” saying his name again has a bitter aftertaste.

“can we talk?”

“we have nothing to talk about, kiyoomi.” you firmly told him, “leave.”

“just tonight, just... hear me out... baby—”

”do not!” you exclaimed, tears threatening to fall, “do not fucking call me that... do not fucking come here like it's my fault that i don't want to talk to you... do not fucking come here like i should listen to you! because i don't! i owe you nothing!”

”ofcourse... ofcourse, baby...” he removed his mask and took a step closer. you took a step backward and looked at him again.

“it's been a year, sakusa. just leave,”

“it's all my fault. i know.” he says, “i have no excuses. i did it. i kissed another woman. i betrayed you. i ruined everything. i ruined us. i could rest but i chose to do the shittiest thing that i could ever do to you. i wasted everything. it took me a while, but i know that now.”

“and what do you want me to do? take you back like nothing happened?” you remarked, “i am not a pushover, sakusa. i you genuinely loved me, you will never do that... you will never even think of it... but you still did...”

you turned your back from him.

“i miss you so much,” god, he's so cruel. he's a fucking asshole for doing this to you. and you can't allow this. you can't be tamed by this, you can't forgive him so easily, “i am stupid and foolish. but i still love you, __. i just want to tell you this, i just want you to know. you don't have to tell me anything. but when i told you, back then, that i don't love you anymore... it was my pride talking for me...”

you still love him too. but if there's one thing you learned from all of this: it's love being not enough. it's not enough to make you stay. it's not enough to forgive. because you can be angry to those who you love, and that's okay. those feelings are messy and confusing, but they are valid.

“it's over, sakusa.” you said, stopping yourself from tearing up in front of him before finally walking inside the apartment.

but for kiyoomi sakusa, it's not yet over.

after that night, he constantly sent you gifts at home and at the hospital. it varies from flowers to chocolates to snacks to coffees and everything he knows that you love. sometimes, he would wait infront of the lamppost again but you won't stop walking and you won't give him even an ounce of attention, leaving him in emptiness.

on the other hand, shinsuke has been so consistent too. video calls on your free time, dates on your day offs. he would travel from hyogo to tokyo consistently to be with you. he's making you try new things— that secret starbucks recipe, the pink tulips that you hated before, the dark chocolate that you never tried because you were so inlove with the milk chocolate.

“thanks for today, uh,” you stopped tracking of the dates you had with kita already, “do you want to go to my apartment? it's just, uhm, you told me that you want to see this new netflix movie and i also want to—”

“i'd love to.” he smiled at you, “don't be nervous, it's just me.”

you smiled back at him. it's been five months. for others, it may seem fast. but for you, it's already slow enough. shinsuke has been so considerate enough.

he held your hand as the both of you walk to your apartment. it's still early and you're so sure that kiyoomi won't be waiting outside. you're so sure— until you saw his figure waiting. your eyebrows furrowed and you stopped walking. shinsuke looked at you.

kiyoomi is standing there, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. immediately, kita figured it out, “think i have to go—”

“no you don't,” you looked at him, “please don't go,”

he looks at you and slowly nodded, holding your hand tightly as you walk with him. sakusa stands up properly, looking at you and the faux haired boy holding your hand tightly. the bouquet fell on the dust. regret, anger and pain crawling in kiyoomi's system. sakusa knows kita shinsuke, your crush. before him, there's kita.

“__,” sakusa called your name.

kita stares at him.

“please leave, sakusa,” you said, “you see, i don't have the time to talk to you or to even treat you like a guest. just... leave...”

your eyes met his and slowly, a pang of guilt and pain went through your system. these days, you've been thinking why that sensation of guilt and pain has been washing through you whenever you look at him, despite being angry. despite of everything he did.

is it love? you don't think so.

or maybe it is? you're unsure.

because if it's love, maybe it's the love you had with him back then. the love he wasted. the love he discarded like trash for temporary pleasure. and maybe, you will keep hurting for him, for the both of you, because you will continue to grieve for the lost chances. you will keep hurting for each other and think about your what could've beens. you will keep grieving for the memories and the photographs you shared. you will keep hurting for what hurts because you're human.

but it doesn't mean that you'll want him back.

slowly, kiyoomi bended his knees. kita's eyes widened, and yours too. he kneeled in front of you. his pants being dirtied by the dust on the ground. like a bouquet of flower losing his it's life, sakusa kiyoomi is begging you to come back to him. right now. in front of shinsuke.

“stand—”

“you jerk!” shinsuke took his collar and gave him a strong punch, “stop making her feel guilty! stop bothering someone who is doing everyone to forget about you! you wanted this! you ended things! you—”

”kita,” you calmly called his name, “please stop.”

shinsuke calmed down with that, moving away from kiyoomi and going behind you. he got too carried away, and now he's letting you handle this on your own.

“go home, omi.” after so long, he finally heard you call him by his nickname again. making him tear up.

“i don't know what's home anymore,” he whispered, just enough for you to hear.

“then build one again.” you answered, “nurture one again. start over again. because omi, this isn't home anymore.”

“is that what you tried to do?” he asked.

you nodded at him, “i changed the way i drink my coffee. i changed my favorite flowers. i really don't have to, but it helps. it helps a lot. i changed my routine. i built a home from nothing when you left me. and if i could do it, you could do it too.”

“baby—”

“kiyoomi, forgive yourself. we are just meant to fall apart.” you whispered.

“i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry,” he said.

“you were amazing and painful to love. you brought me feelings that i never thought i could feel. and the past nine years of my life has been such a rollercoaster ride. i am still thankful to you, for taking care of me, for loving me, for enduring me. so please go home... go home and rest... because you can't keep doing this anymore...” you said.

silence embraced the three of you. the wind is almost whistling to your ear. your heart is racing as you grasp kita's hand.

kiyoomi slowly nodded and looked at you, “are you happy? genuinely,”

you nodded at him.

sakusa looks at you tonight like he will always love you. and you remember him back then, being so in love with you. tears started falling through your cheeks.

it's over.

kita shinsuke is inlove with you.

so when you started not going to his matches, it started being so dull for him. the annoying, loud girl is not cheering for him anymore. he never envied the attention that the miya twins has been getting but it sure as hell good to hear someone shouting his name from the audience.

you found out that you're dating sakusa kiyoomi in social media. he knows that it's you, because you have that smile in your pictures with him. and then he thought, right, she's from itachiyama. it's even a riddle for him how you managed to travel to hyogo everytime he has game. but he shouldn't be thinking about that now, because he will never see you again.

until it's not what happened and he managed to see you again. for a date. does that mean that you broke up with kiyoomi sakusa? after all those years?

when he confirmed it, he couldn't let go of the opportunity. he doesn't care if he travels from tokyo to hyogo every single day, that's what you did for him in high school, anyway. he will answer your call in a blink of an eye, hear your rants about that toxic colleague that makes it hard for you to work.

“shin!” tears filled your eyes as you hugged your boyfriend of two years, “i can finally have my second specialization!”

your dreams, your aspirations, your hard work. he loved every bit of it. he loves hearing about it.

“ah, i'm so proud of you,” shinsuke chuckled to your ears, “marry me.”

you chuckled, “i will. next week, right?”

finally.

you realized that time was never a factor. it is not a hindrance if we don't let it be one. a nine year relationship could fail and a two year relationship could be your happy ending, you will never know.

there's only one thing you know, though.

you and shinsuke... you love each other.

#kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu!!#sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #msby sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita fluff

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 7

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“Lucy, what are you doing here?”

“I live here” she chuckled. “Why so surprised?”

“I wasn’t expecting you until later.”

“I can tell… Are you hiding someone in your room?”

“What?” I asked.

“I saw the beer bottles in the living room, and I don’t see you drinking all that on your own.”

The beers. Oh, good. I was so… gone after saying goodnight to Rúben and his kiss, and also so worried about Julia, that I had totally forgotten about them.

“No, no. I shared them with Rúben.”

“Oh my God, is he in your room?” Lucy asked, lowering down her voice.

“What? No! He just stayed for a bit after we put Julia to bed, nothing else” I said, my face definitely looking bright red.

“Just a bit? I counted six beers.”

“Ok, fine. Maybe it was a bit longer.”

“And did anything happen?” Lucy asked with a playful smile.

“No. We just talked.”

“Really? You were drinking with a man like that and nothing happened?”

“Yeah” I shrugged. But it could have happened. I’m pretty sure he was planning on kissing me before Julia woke up.

“Do you like him?”

“What?”

“Rúben. Do you like him? Because I think he likes you.”

“He doesn’t like me” I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. Why was I acting so… defensively?

“I met him not long after Julia was born, and he had never invited us to a game or come over for a movie night. Though it would have been a bit weird, because my ex was super jealous of him.”

“He was jealous of Rúben?”

“Oh, he was. Rúben has always adored Julia, he loves kids. And every time we crossed paths he would ask about her, make her laugh… those cute things. And my ex would get so mad… More than once our arguments started because he was jealous, thinking that I was flirting with Rúben when I was just being nice.”

“What a dick. He was the one actually doing the cheating, not you.” Because that was the reason why he and Lucy had divorced. He had been cheating on her with Julia’s piano teacher, and she probably wasn't the first.

“Exactly! So you can imagine our fight when I found out. It was… nasty.”

“I’m sorry, Lucy.”

“Oh, don’t be. I’m so much better like this… And I am not interested in Rúben in any shape or form beyond admiring how hot he is. He is all yours” she winked.

“I don’t…”

“Mami!” Julia said behind me, running towards her mum. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“So have I, princesa.”

“I am not a princess, I am Queen Elsa! She is the princess, princess Anna" she explained. "And Rúben is Kristoff.”

“Is he?” Lucy said, looking at me. “Isn’t he Anna’s boyfriend?”

“He is. But oh, mami, I have to show you the doll I got on my Happy Meal last night!” Julia said, jumping from her mother’s arms and running away.

“Anna and Kristoff, uh? Even Julia knows.”

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“You won’t believe what Julia’s teacher told me yesterday when I met with her” Lucy said. Since this weekend Julia was with her dad, we met to have lunch together just the two of us and organize everything for the traditional Christmas party all the neighbours celebrated together. Each year a different one was the host, and it was her turn.

“Is she struggling?”

“Oh, no, she is doing great. She actually is one of the best in her class, so I guess I have to thank you for that. But this was about a personal matter.”

“Personal? What do you mean?”

“Apparently, kids have been asking Julia if she has two mums, because someone is going around saying that the reason why my ex and I got divorced, was that I cheated on him with the piano teacher. You.”

“No way” I gasped, almost choking with my drink.

“Yep. You suddenly showed up one day, Julia said you were her piano teacher, there had been rumours about one being the cause of our break up, and they decided that that was what had happened. They believe that I sacked my old nanny and that it is you now taking care of Julia because we can finally live our love and don't have to hide anymore.”

“I… wow" I chuckled. "What about Julia, tho? What has she told the other kids? Because she hasn’t said anything to me.”

“She doesn’t understand what they mean. But her teacher told me that if they ask again, she’ll explain to them that Julia has a mum and a dad, and use that to explain to them that these days there are different types of families and they all are valid.”

“Oh, good. And the mums? Are you gonna tell them something?”

“Nah, it isn’t worth it. I’ll just wait until one day you show up with Rúben and leave them confused” Lucy smirked while taking a sip of her wine.

“Lucy…”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. But I already told you. I think he likes you, and you definitely like him. And I know you don’t have much experience with guys and dating, but trust me, he is one of the good ones. I don’t know if he is your one or not, but whatever happens, it will be worth it” she winked, making me blush. Because I knew what was crossing her mind in that moment. “Anyway, there is something else we must discuss.”

“About the party?”

“No, but it has to do with my apartment. One of the things the mums at the school are gossiping about is that you and I are living together. And to be honest, we kind of are, aren't we? So I think we should make it official. You should move in with Julia and I.”

"I don't know, Lucy...”

“Like I said, you are basically living with us already. You have your own room and most nights you sleep there, so why pay the rent for your apartment and have to worry about missing the bus, when you could just live with us and save all that money?”

“I guess it makes sense. But are you sure? What if one day you want to bring someone home and I am there?”

“Then I’ll kick you out and send you to Rúben’s house.”

“Lucy…”

“Sorry, sorry” she apologized again. “But it is an option. And if you move in with us, it means you can see him more often, get to know each other a bit more, and see if there is something going on. I think it is a win-win situation, and Julia would love it.”

“Fine, ok” I said after thinking about it for a few seconds. It all made sense, didn't it? The Rúben part included. “I’ll move in with you.”

“Great!” Lucy said, clapping her hands just as Julia does when she gets excited. “Let’s order some champagne to celebrate.”

“I thought we were meeting to organize the party” I chuckled.

“Oh, yes. We can do that later” she replied, calling for the waiter.

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“Oh, for fucks sake!” I yelled, sitting on the floor.

It was moving day, everything was going wrong and it was all my fault.

I thought I could do it all by myself, but turns out that I had way more shit than I remembered, and I ended up with two huge suitcases and a bunch of boxes, all of them very close to exploding. Which was what had happened the moment I made it to our floor.

I left one of the boxes on top of a suitcase but it wasn’t well balanced. When I saw it was falling I tried to catch it, failed, and both the box and the suitcase fell to the floor, making a horrible noise that I’m sure everyone in the building had been able to hear. And to make it even worse, the suitcase’s zipper had broken and half my clothes were scattered all over the floor.

While I was picking everything and cursing, I heard a door opening.

“Please don’t be Rúben, please don’t be Rúben” I said under my breath.

“What the hell happened here? Are you ok?” Rúben said, bending down next to me.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. My suitcase, not so much.”

“Let me help you” he said, picking up some of my clothes. Or to be precise, a bag full of knickers.

“I don’t need help with this” I said, quickly grabbing the bag from his hand, my face burning. “But you could pick those boxes over there and bring them inside.”

“Ok” he smirked. Because even though I wasn’t looking at his face due to how emabarrased I was, his voice was saying it all. “Are you sure you don’t need help with that suitcase?”

“I…” I needed help. The zipper was completely broken and I wasn’t strong enough to carry it. He, with his big arms, definitely was. “Ok. But don’t open it.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

As expected, he lifted it with ease and I followed him inside the house while carrying the other suitcase.

“Where should I put this?”

“My room. Over here.”

“Are you… are you moving in with Lucy and Julia?” Rúben asked after leaving the suitcase on the floor.

“I am, yes. Lucy thought it was the best idea since I spend most of my time here.”

“Are gonna be proper neighbours?”

“We are, yes.”

“Well, my door will always be open for you. Whatever you may need.”

When he said that, I made the huge mistake of looking at him… and there it was. That smirk that made my knees feel like jelly.

“Thank you” I muttered. “And for helping me too.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“The will to unpack all of this” I sighed.

“If you aren't in the mood for it, why don’t we go out somewhere? The Christmas market is already open, so we could have a look, get a hot chocolate...”

“Are you allowed to drink hot chocolate?” I chuckled.

“I am allowed to eat and drink many things. I just choose not to do it because I like being healthy. But when you are around, I can’t help but sin.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It is worth it” he smiled. But it wasn’t one of those smirks he liked giving me when he was being cheeky. This was different. This was an honest smile, though there was something else there…

“Rúben!” Julia said, running into my room and throwing herself at him. “Why are you here? Are we watching "Frozen" again?”

“Oh, hello” Lucy said from the door. “Didn’t know we had company.”

“I was just helping with the move.”

“One of my suitcases exploded in the hallway” I explained. “Anyway, why are you here? Weren’t you going to the park?”

“We were” Lucy said. “But Julia saw the lights of the Christmas market, wanted us to go there, and I had forgotten my wallet. That’s why we came back.”

“Do you want to come with us?” Julia asked. “We are going to buy decorations for the tree.”

“Oh, yes, come with us! We can have like a welcome party there and get ourselves some hot chocolate. Do you drink hot chocolate, Rúben?” Lucy asked, making us laugh. “Why is that funny? Am I missing something?”

“Nothing, don’t worry” Rúben said. “But I like the idea of the welcome party. I’m in.”

“Then it is settled. It’s three against one, and we can’t have a welcome party without the main guest. Get a scarf and a hat, it is cold” Lucy said, not giving me a chance to complain.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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moonlight-tmd · 1 month

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I’d like to think bee gets super excited during storms and thunderstorms. why? because of the electricity in the lightning, even if it’s forming or still in the sky. bee can feel it and it gives him the cybertronian equivalent of an adrenaline rush.

however cause of the slippery roads and dark scene it gives, also bee’s recklessness, he’s forbidden from driving during storms/thunderstorms. idk what he’ll do to handle all the energy he has or maybe he’ll sneak out and go nuts. the energy in the sky just makes him get all happy and crazy lol

Hahah yeah he does- that would fit well with Bee being able to manipulate electricity.

Whenever there is a storm happening, Bee can always feel when the clouds start to charge up. He always freezes when the first flash happens and bolts right to the window all excited.

He really wants to go out and play but the others just don't allow him- whenever there is a storm happening Bee is always the one to want to go out. They have to keep every door and window shut and someone always has to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get out and get hurt.

They never understood why Bee wants to go out and play during thunderstorms so badly until they found out about his weird electric manipulation. The electricity in various devices gives him energy via EM field and touch(that's why he likes being in cities, lots of devices and lots of energy sources) and with a natural source of massive energy right above their fuckin helms, it's bound to make Bee all crazy- he managed to slip out for a brief moment few times before someone from the team carried him back inside.

When Bee is babysat during storms he'd most often play games- any games, and it's better if it involves interacting with other bots. The team most often ends up playing a lot of board games and listens to Bee ramble about thousand stuff at once. Sari once joked that they could put a giant hamster wheel for him to run in, as appealing as it was the idea was shut down because of safety reasons.

I imagine at one point they didn't pay attention to him for a short moment and it gave Bee the opportunity to slip out and climb on top of the shipping containers and scream "Strike me, Zeus!" at the sky.

And wouldn't you know.~

Before the others could reach Bee and take him back inside a bright flash accompanied by a loud thunder descended down from the sky.

When they looked at the spot where Bee was there was nothing but a dark mark left by the lightning. It didn't take long to figure out where he went tho- said minibot was literally making donuts around the entire factory and drifting like crazy while screaming in joy.

Nobody could catch him no matter what method they tried. He was like that even after the storm ended. Eventually he stopped and got back inside but he still was shaking from the robotic adrenaline and joy- Ratchet could swear that the kid was on drugs without actually having taken any drugs.

Now they all know why Bee wanted to be struck by lightning so badly- and they never let him outside during a storm ever again.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #dream video reference? what are you talking abou- yes.#electro bee au #tfa au

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kleftiko · 1 year

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Would you be able to write Kuroko, Kagami, Kiyoshi, and Izuki from KNB having a basketball tournament at the same time as their s/o and finding out mid game they got severely injured while playing (I'm not sure if you take so many characters so you can pick if that's too much or ignore if you don't want to!)

❦ S/O GETS HURT

cw: none, this is fluff

i can handle four guys np:) (that sounds nsfw lol) but i could not think of ANYTHING for kiyoshi and izuki tho😭

—kuroko

you lay on the small bed thinking of what to do next. your game was still going but with what happened to your ankle, it’s not like you could go back. huffs and groans just kept coming out of your mouth due to restlessness until a sports drink appeared in front of you.

“don’t forget to stay hydrated.”

eyes snapped to two innocent blue eyes. you recognized them instantly so the split second of surprise was was replaced by a “that’s for a fever.”

tetsu just pushed the drink into you, and you drank without another protest. he was covered in sweat and his body moved a bit heavier as he breathed.

“what about your game?” you asked.

“i’m on the bench.”

“no, you’re here.”

“you think they’ll notice?”

you just looked at him. he was going to be here whether you wanted or not, and it was sweet, but you didn’t want to face riko’s rage when she finds out he ditched.

—kagami

he was in the zone. time seemed to slow down, flashes of red followed the contour of the players as taiga made shot after shot. nothing could bring him down from his high. not when the whistle blew for a time out, or when coach pulled all the players to the bench. it took her calling his name a few times for the background noise to filter back in, and he finally noticed the look of worry on her face.

“what?” he asked, feeling the effects of the zone.

“y-y/n‘s in the hospital.” riko said.

suddenly the tiredness in his body didn’t matter. neither did the game, or anything else as he registered exactly what those words meant.

he loves basketball more than anything else in the world, but you put it all to shame.

#kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko fluff #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kagami taiga #kagami x reader #kagami taiga x reader #kuroko x reader #knb x reader

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fluffypotatey · 5 months

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Hcs about shadowpeach reconnecting?

i like to think of it being very slow. to me, shadowpeach is the slowest of all slow burns both when they’re developing a relationship and trying to reconnect.

while i am a sucker for shadowpeach fluff and them being all clingy and cuddley, i still don’t think the two would even get that close for some time (and i mean some time).

lemme see if i can do a little rundown (i fucking lied) of my idea of a shadowpeach reconnection post-s4:

after the scroll and after their battle with the Brotherhood, both are in an agreement of a truce. as in, both acknowledged that neither of them wish to really fight or stay upset with the other because both understand that they never really could

so there’s a truce, a renewed exchange of peaches, that informs the other that while nothing will ever be like before….maybe that’s for the best, maybe they deserve something different and new between them

it doesn’t immediately take away from all their hurt feelings and pettiness. Wukong’s teasing will never hit the same and Macky’s guard is still at full defense

MK will still find them arguing up to the sky about something as trivial as which path leads to which waterfall and “shut up and just follow me, you idiot, this mountain has been my home for over a millennia”

but there are baby steps in the right direction (Pigsy would call it the “babiest of steps” but nobody asked him)

it takes them a year to come to terms that their petty arguing is just petty to be petty (tho they hold out a little longer because neither want to admit that to each other because it could meaning losing the game. what game? neither are exactly sure of what)

but it’s after both take the time to really refrain from that itch to bitch that both actually have a chance to talk with some substance (there may have been an external force that led to this conversation; a curse trapping them in a void space, being separated from the group so it’s just them two, the works)

but then that arguing loses its teeth and resembles something like banter. Wukong and Macky never truly did banter much in the past. not like this. it’s a little freeing. to be able to push and pull against each other without any reserve or need to

and this was their relationship for quite some time after. no physical hugs or touches like Wukong was privy to before or that Macky used to indulge in. you had the occasional glance here and there but not enough for the other to notice (everyone else, of course, noticed)

ironically, it’s Macky who initiates their first hug in ages.

Wukong, over the years, has slowly been building up to it with shoulder bumps, a light punch in the shoulder, and sometimes a bump to the hip.

when asked, Wukong would explain that he’s a physically affectionate guy but knows Mac has his limits and does his best to respect that as much as he can

on his own tho, Wukong personally feels like those touches are the most he will ever be granted to give. that is, until after a fierce battle, skirmish, whatever new daring thing that almost costs the Monkie Kid team, Macky actually pulls Wukong in for a hug

it’s nothing big or grand. well, nothing big for anymore normal since it’s a very short side hug, but it was something big for the both of them.

suffice to say, that was enough permission for Wukong to initiate more physical affection towards Macky

neither of them are really ready to put anything that they’re doing to name. makes it more definite and breakable

hell, they don’t even acknowledge that they’re past the point of tolerable acquaintances until a couple years later

but yeah, a shadowpeach reconnection, in my eyes, will takes years (centuries even) to truly rekindle their relationship. like i said, it’s a slow burn and one both want to tread carefully even if it’s agonizing to watch from the outside (see MK and friends)

#also #i don’t think the two would even talk about jttw until some years when both have a firmer footing on where both stand #bc it’s a touchy topic for both #they could reminisce about anything from their past but always stay quiet with jttw until much MUCH later #in my mind #but yeah that’s my idea #it’s also why when i write Wukong’s death both are still not close to where they were #there’s something. something both quietly acknowledge to be there and existing between the two but can’t breach bc of #how new and fragile their renewed relationship is with each other #and even post reconnecting they would be the absolute worst with how clingy they are #both would deny it if asked but omfg they would be so terrible and can’t even stand to stay away for long #ugh i hate them (liar)#lmk #shadowpeach #asks #lmk headcanon #long post #ish #probably

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I don’t know what made me draw myself to Matakara ever since BUCCHIGIRI?! was first revealed last year in May in the teaser other than cute sunshine puppy boi.

But after watching many episodes esp the last one yesterday, I come to the conclusion that a lot of his recent actions, be it shown onscreen or subtle, reminded me of Princess Elise from Sonic 06 (yes that one game that drove the franchise to ruin but that’s not what we are talking about)

I mean 16-17 year old teenage redheads who may appear mature at first glance but deep down, they’re not as mature as you think they are. Elise’s case is that she was forced to rule Soleanna at a very young age and while she is put together, she is also emotionally vulnerable such as when she had repeated visions of the bloodthirsty demon sealed within her kept showing her visions of Soleanna burned to the ground.

Matakara is of the same vein as well.

For a long time since visiting the Honki temple for the first time with his brother, Matakara has always sensed the dark shadows watching over him, which made him afraid. Mitsukuni said that the dark shadows appear because of how it sensed the weakness within people’s hearts. And well it is true in some sense in that despite being a pretty good fighter, Matakara is emotionally immature, possibly even stunted.

Right after his childhood best friend abandoned him to a group of older kids bullying them, Matakara believed himself to be weak and kept clinging on to the idealized version of Arajin, which the latter never asked for nor did he lied about. Even after showing off his true colors even back in earlier episodes, Matakara kept believing in him and it wasn’t until Episode 8 that Arajin confessed to him that he is not the cool and strong person Matakara believed him to be.

This shatters Matakara’s worldview because right after his brother was taken from him to be placed in juvie for maybe 2-3 years, Matakara tried to build himself up and kept on believing that he has to do it for both Mitsukuni and Arajin’s sake. So to hear from Arajin about how the latter isn’t the strong and cool person that Matakara thinks he is, it proved to be devastating for Matakara.

The way how both handled the inner demons within them (or Ichiya in the case of Matakara)

Princess Elise has been shown initially that whenever her emotions are about to go out of control, she is either shown to clasp her hands together to make sure she doesn’t cry lest she releases Iblis or just hug someone out of instinct.

But over time, she stopped doing so to symbolize how her bond with Sonic has made Elise to handle her emotions better in a way that can confide it to the person closest to her. The only time it got out of hand is when the villain killed Sonic out of a sneak attack, that was when Elise started crying, which released Iblis.

Matakara is more of a 50/50. He has inner demons in the shadow that keeps appearing out of nowhere and how he is the only one to sense it. Those dark and creepy shadows tend to appear whenever Matakara is down on himself or if there is a weakness. But when he got into Minato Kai through pure hard work and the friends that he have made in Zabu and Komao. And that is when the shadows had stopped appearing for the time being, tho they did not disappear completely.

However, I want to point out that unlike Elise who managed to keep her shit together despite not having any form of support group except for her servants, maids, possibly her tutors and ministers, she turned out for the better.

Matakara once he got Ichiya due to Akutaro’s manipulations (well maybe it could be Ichiya who knows really), Ichiya does whatever he can to break Matakara’s will and pointing out how things like friendship and kindness are nothing but weakness. The last straw was when Ichiya brought up on how weak willed Mitsukuni is and that is when Matakara succumbed to the anger and hatred that Ichiya has set up, making the blue majinn to take over him completely.

Anyways TLDR; Princess Elise and Matakara are one and the same IMO, with the only differences on how they handle themselves and their emotional maturity.

#rubi’s post #sonic the hedgehog #bucchigiri?!#princess elise #matakara asamine #meta #character analysis #character comparison #these are all just my opinions and observations I have made so far

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laceymorganwrites · 9 months

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Calling you mommy for the first time - hcs

Haikyuu edition

Tendou:

when you´re baking together

you two have an off day and baking is one of your favorite past time activities

it´s just nice to spend time together, talking, cuddling, dancing around the kitchen and singing together and in the end you even get something delicious out of it

Satori is so in love with you, it´s not even funny anymore, he´d do anything for you

you´re the first person he really feels safe with completely, who makes him feel so special and beautiful at all times

´it´s looking good, mommy´ he smiles at you, brightly

´it´s cause I put all of my love for you in it´

Kuroo:

when you get him snacks while studying

Kuroo is someone who is very inexperienced in relationships which isn´t something bad at all

in fact you think it´s really cute

you love pampering him and going along with his pace, feeling happy at every little milestone you reach

that being said he is very busy because studying and his grades are always the most important to him

you support him as best as you can, always making sure he sleeps enough, takes enough breaks and like now, bring him water and snacks to make sure he eats and drinks enough

´you´re a lifesaver, mommy´

he´s so relieved every time you force him to take breaks, just to be able to spend more time with you

he never was shy about his preferences, he loves being babied like this because it takes the pressure off (he´s anything but a manchild tho)

Bokuto:

after a game

he always is extra excited when it comes to you

and he loves nothing more than knowing you´re there at every game of his, supporting him no matter what

you´re his only good luck charm that works every damn time

you always tell him where you´re gonna sit so that he knows where to look when he´s making an important move

he actually gets nervous and anxious when he can´t spot you right away

loves nothing more when you´re wearing a jersey of his

you two are definitely one of the more private couples which you wouldn´t expect with him

like yes, he brags about you every chance he gets but the intimacy stays completely private, he also doesn´t like kissing you in public because of the paparazzi

after the game you always steal away to a secluded area where you can either congratulate him or cheer him up

´are you proud of me, mommy?´

Daishou:

when he can´t fall asleep at night

it´s a known fact that Suguru is the sub in the relationship in every way

he just depends on you too much

but it´s not in a toxic way, it´s just the first time he feels safe enough to open up, safe enough to get taken care of like he always wanted

you´re the first person to ever take his issues seriously and you´re so good at helping him become a better version of himself

he´s not that good at romantic actions, but he tells you every day how much you mean to him and how grateful he is to you

you´re the kind of couple that mostly stays in for dates, just a nice dinner and a movie with the weekly sleepover

you know he´s having nightmares and sleep to him is something very precious but also scary to him

that´s why you´re always staying with him until he finally falls asleep

sometimes he´s cuddly at night but mostly he needs space when he sleeps because he moves around a lot and is a light sleeper

you always talk to him and cuddle him when he can´t fall asleep and he really appreciates it

´I´m tired, mommy´

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This Week in BL

April 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bed Friend (Sat YT, GaGa & iQIYI uncut) ep 9 of 10 - My biggest concern is that Uea left his sister in that house with a known abuser. Meanwhile, the office teasing was cute. I’m thinking that the final two episodes were mostly added to deal with the backstory resolution of the family drama, and to add a sappy proposal thing. I’m not necessarily mad about it, but I do think there’s probably would’ve been a better tighter story at 8 episodes.

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 4 of 5 - There is nothing to this show but softness. Also we visited my old exclamation to the BL gods: please don’t make them act crying. It’s so difficult to watch. That said I still love this stupid show.

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) 6 of 12 eps - Wow. Sides kissing. Brave high school kid! Also mains. Wait. What is happening?

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 7 of 12 - Having a rich boyfriend sure is clutch. Boss is smart to ingratiate himself with his boyfriend’s gaming team. Also there is no doubt that they are complete and total boyfriends, the most boyfriendly boyfriends ever.

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga & iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - I’m pretty much fast forwarding anything to do with the main couple I just find them so boring. Although my beloved side dishes have disappeared. So I guess I am watching it for the faen fatal?

Chains of Heart (Sat iQIYI) ep 9 of 10 - Whatever. Good sex scene tho. Bummer about the, ya know, story.

The Promise (Thai Weds YT) ep 6 of 10 - ON HIATUS UNTIL APRIL 19.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - It’s just the best. It’s so sweet. Yutaka’s little smile because the kid likes him and wants to cook with him is probably the warmest most endearing thing ever to happen in JBL.

Unintentional Love Story (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 9-10 fin - sorry I won’t have a chance to watch this until early next week but I promise to post about it!

The Eighth Sense (Korea Weds Viki) eps 5-6 of 10 - Hyung mistakes made by constantly acting EXACTLY like bf in front of their friends is very cute. I don’t have much to say a this time. Narrative and characterization is unfolding as expected, staying tense as we get little nuggets of backstory. Lines will be crossed, one way or another. The trot part was VERY funny. Also we got us a on screen rep of a fairygodBLer. These two kiss well but all I can see when they do is how much pain is incoming. I don’t know what was up with the ending but we do have 4 more to go, so I don’t think we are actually in an H3:MODC situation.

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) - It’s a bit frenetic, camp, crazy, and outrageous, but I’m not mad about any of that because it’s classic Pinoy BL. So I think I’ll keep watching. This is the same characters as My Day. Which means they did break up the main couple from that series. So if that’s going to traumatize you, be aware. There are a lot of storylines going on. And I’m just not sure BL from the Philippines can handle this much at once, they may have bitten of more BL than they can chew.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) - Japan is so weird. I mean that in a good way (but also sometimes in a bad way). Also sometimes just weird. Also embarrassing and cringe. I’m going to watch it but I don’t like it very much.

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi and I can watch him in Tin Tem Jai) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was cute, classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, it totally holds together as it’s own little short story too.

Make a Wish (Thai Weds ?) from WaGa Creative staring Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in a medical-fantasy. About a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). Same as above.