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peachycoreroo · 3 years

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what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

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nishiannoya · 3 years

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...𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖

18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI

f!reader x tendou satori, long read, smut, pwp, language, just a tiny bit of angst & hurt/comfort, a dash of humor, roomies to lovers, clingy tendou, touch starved, cuddle therapy, coercion-ish? (just tendou being mindful really), dry humping, f!dom-ish, good ol' consensual boning, praise kink, 'good/sweet boy,' dirty talk, little bit of possession, creampie, reader is on bc, implied switch!tendou, (8.1k word count)

۞ completely unaware are you that he thought it'd be great having a cute girl like you for a roommate at first and then almost instantly regretted it after 2 weeks of realizing that it's actual torture, and continued to live in agony.

You moved into Tendou's apartment at the end of sophomore year at university. You were looking to move out of your family's home to gain some independence when you checked the school classified forums for any room postings. Tendou's caught your interest for being relatively cheap, close enough to bike to your usual side of the campus, and being one of the few places not notorious for gang activity.

You met with him to check out the space and were happy to find Tendou's energy quite pleasant to be around. His place was fairly neat and you'd have your own bathroom. The only possible con to moving in was that you thought he was kind of cute, but you convince yourself that probably nothing would happen and that he might be gay for all you know, and so you shake hands and started moving your stuff in the next weekend.

That was all nearly a year ago, now you feel comfortably settled in. You figure out that Tendou's definitely not completely gay after spotting a few different women and the occasional man (sometimes even 2 people at a time) leaving your apartment on your way home from your part-time job at the local hotpot restaurant from time to time. Not that it matters, you two seem to have nearly opposite schedules and you rarely are awake or around the apartment at the same time. You mostly communicate via text and even still it's mostly generic things - "I'm at the store. Do we need paper towels?" or "The landlord said they're working on some plumbing issues so we might not have water for a bit." It's a rather nice living situation though and you have no complaints and are really enjoying life away from your family.

And then the pandemic hits. First, all of your classes go online, next the hotpot restaurant boards up, and then it's advised to not go outside unless absolutely necessary. Slowly your schedule starts to line up more with Tendou's, starting with waking up earlier and drinking coffee together. You learn more about his daily activities and that he's anxious to go back and see his friends. You two start eating more meals together, though you notice he doesn't eat much for such a tall boy, but he does mindlessly eat candy when reading manga. Now you're spending most of your time with him, watching cartoons, playing video games, doing some YouTube workouts, and you really enjoy getting to know more about him and basking in his playful nature. It makes the lack of outside socialization much more bearable.

One day about 3 months into lockdown, you feel particularly cooped up and say 'fuck it.' You arm yourself with hand sanitizer and a mask and go out for a quick stroll around the block, just long enough to get some sunlight and maybe nod to someone on the opposite side of the street for some social variation. You're gone all but 20 minutes when you come back through the front door and see Tendou on the couch. He quickly looks in your direction and then looks away and wipe his face.

"You're back!" He says excitedly, but you notice a small crack in his voice. Moving closer towards him you see that his eyes and nose are a little red and the corners of his eyes are damp.

"I just went for a walk. Are you okay?" You ask with concern and immediately take a seat next to him after you take off your mask. You've never seen him look sad in all the time you lived with him, and your heart clenches at the sight of his pain.

He looks at you and the side of your leg pressing against his. He sniffs and wipes his eyes again as he shakes his head once.

"Just being stupid," he says with a chuckle.

"No way, if you're sad then tell me! We have to support each other," you huff and grab his forearm with your hands, making him jump a little but not pull away despite the surprise. You've been seeing countless headlines on your news feed about checking in on people's mental health during quarantine, and know not to ignore how even the most chipper of people are doing under pandemic pressures.

He sighs and leans back into the couch, debating whether he should open up to you. Even though the two of you have gotten closer lately, you still haven't had a deep conversation. He looks at you and sees your sincere eyes waiting patiently to aid him. You give his arm a reassuring squeeze and he decides that he can trust you.

"I- uh, came out from studying in my room and saw your room was empty and you weren't out here. Just kind of freaked out for a moment," he says and then hesitates. "The thought of you leaving and being gone was- it didn't feel good. I... got called creepy and a monster growing up. Sorta took me a while to find my place with people. Kinda dumb that it still gets to me sometimes. I don’t- ugh, I just don't want to be alone," he sighs and covers his face with his hands. "It's stupid. Told you, I'm just being stupid."

You frown, gritting your teeth as you process what he said.

"Don't be ridiculous!" You cry as- Wait, are you actually crying? Your lower lip trembles as you look at Tendou with big fat tears in your eyes. "I thought you were really c-cute and charming when I first met you. And I still think that even though your hair is getting shaggy!" You say as you feel your nose starting to get stuffed up already. You don't even notice him turn a little pink as he inspects the ends of his hair that have grown a few centimeters since the salon on the corner closed its doors.

"And I really like living here and making sweets with you and watching kid shows and doing those dance workouts even though they kick my ass. I don't know if I could stand living with anyone else during this pandemic," you ramble and the tears that roll down your cheeks burn just a little. "So I promise, I'm not going anywhere!"

He stays quiet for a moment, shocked and a little frightened to see you crying.

"Uhm, are you okay?" He asks and hands you a tissue from the table, blinking at you with wide eyes that seem just as concerned as they are surprised.

"Yes! I just apparently have some backed up emotions about this whole lockdown thing," you pout as you blot your eyes and wipe your nose. "And seeing you sad makes me sad too. I hate thinking that anyone could be cruel to you."

You feel Tendou shift and suddenly you're enveloped in his arms, the side of your face smushed against his chest and ear right over his drumming heartbeat. Perhaps you should feel surprised or nervous, but the warmth of his body is instantly soothing to you as you feel yourself relax into him despite the unexpected contact. Shyly you circle your arms around his waist and gently nuzzle your face against his hoodie, letting it soak up the remaining tears.

"This is nice," you say in a small voice. "Thank you, I missed hugs."

He agrees with you and squeezes you a little tighter which makes you hum in delight. You sigh and soften in his hold as you breathe in the scent of his products. Fresh. Cool. And just a little bit sweet. It makes you smile and sink further into his comfort.

Tendou's fingers start to trace small lazy lines on your back and suddenly you're more aware of his cheek resting on top of your head. You study his breath as you move along with his inhales and exhales. His heart beats steadily under his hoodie, having you wonder if it's always so strong or if he's growing aware of your bodies being so close, just as you are.

You tilt your head to look up at him and feel your cheeks warm when his hand rises between your shoulder blades as you meet his red eyes. A foreign shiver rattles up your spine. Seeing him this close, you note that he's even better looking than you thought. Your breath quickens a little and you struggle to keep yourself from thinking how easy it would be to just lean up and forward to kiss him. No, absolutely not an option, don't be a weirdo, you say to yourself.

"I- uhm...Wanna watch Dragonball Z?" You fumble nervously, trying to cool yourself down. At the start of quarantine you two had committed to the endeavor of watching Dragonball from start to finish to pass the time: A perfect distraction for the sudden fluttery feelings in your chest.

"Oh! Yeah, we're almost at the end of the Frieza arc," he says with an excited smile that makes you feel a little more at ease even though you also find it pretty damn adorable.

He lets you go and settles into the couch while you reach for the remote, body still feeling a little flush and you think maybe you shouldn't have been so hasty to separate yourself from him. No, you remind yourself, he's your roommate and you don't want to make things awkward—who knows how much longer lockdown will go on. You find your place in the streaming app and plop yourself against the cushions once you hit play.

"Um," Tendou's voice catches your attention and you glance over to see him looking at you shyly while scratching his cheek with his index finger. Your heart skips a beat at his visible nervousness and you wonder what's on his mind. His lower back is leaned against the armrest, body facing you still as he pinches the fabric of his black joggers.

“I was thinking- I was wondering- Nevermind. Uh, what shampoo do you use?” He fumbles with jittery fingers tapping on his leg.

You squint your eyes at him, ignoring his obvious distractor question.

“Do you, maybe...want to cuddle?” You ask slowly, making your best guess at what he actually wants without flustering him more. It makes your heart race when you see his neck go red all the way up to his ears. His mouth forms a little "oh" in surprise that you read him so easily.

“Yes! I mean, is that weird? We don’t have to. It felt really nice to have someone close and-” He rambles anxiously, but stops himself when you move toward him and lean back into his chest and between his legs. Your insides are fluttering about, but his comforting warmth at your back helps to settle the nerves.

“It’s fine. I like it, too,” you say as you tip your head back to give him a reassuring grin. You feel his adam's apple bob against your head before he smiles back at you a little bashfully. He relaxes some and slides his arms around your middle, elbows settled just below your breasts. You find yourself doing a nervous gulp as well when his hands take place at your sides and do your best to ignore how hot they feel even through your shirt. Just some friendly cuddles, you say to yourself and gently rest your arms on his. Trying to stick to your words, you fight the urge to run your fingers over his knuckles.

You try to concentrate on the show in front of you, though Goku's screaming does little to distract you from Tendou's fingertips that every so often twitch against you. Hopefully he doesn't notice your breath starting to increase. He smells so nice and it certainly doesn't help the thoughts in your head that are starting to race like a malfunctioning marquee.

You gulp again when he squeezes you just a little tighter to him when Frieza launches one of their attacks. He leans forward into your back, cheek resting against your head. He's so close, so warm, so lush with subtle affection that you find yourself greedily wanting more of. All you would have to do is rub your backside deliberately against him and- Holy shit, y/n. Chill. It's not that kind of situation.

Friends. You two are friends. Right? Even if you hadn't become close until the recent months, you've been in each other's space for a while now. That makes you friends? Something less? Something more? You don't even call him by his first name!

“Satori."

His name rolls off your tongue quietly with a sigh. You feel him tense around you and you realize that he heard you over the sound of the TV. Your breath stills when he loosens his hold a bit and leans his head forward to look at you from the side with curiosity and something else that you can't quite place.

“J-Just wanted to try it out, since we’re close enough for...this. Or is that- um, too familiar?” You stutter as your shoulders stiffen, feeling a little embarrassed with his ruby red eyes looking into you so closely.

“No- I mean, I call you by your name. I was just kind of shocked. You make it sound so nice,” he says and pulls you in a little tighter than before. You relax at his words even though his face is so much closer than before. Both of you smile and your heart flutters nervously at how attractive you find him right now. You've always thought he was cute, but in an admiring kind of way, not in a "I want all of you" kind of way.

“It is nice: Sa-to-ri,” you say softly with a giggle, breaking up the syllables to his name and making it sound almost like a little song. Your body feels so warm and alert as you turn your neck to look at him when he leans back again.

Oh!

Just one look says so much; eyes blinking widely at you, a shy smile twitching at his parted lips, a splash of pink that spills over the bridge of his nose and onto his cheeks, and his chest quietly but visibly heaving.

You reach for the remote and pause the show without breaking eye contact. Slowly you shift your weight to the side of your hip and gingerly place your hands on his chest, his heart thumping under your palms. If he were anyone else, you'd tease him for looking at you in such a way. He's not just anyone though, you realize.

When you think about it, he's been the perfect roommate and friend, always been so careful not to invade your space, and so attentive whenever you two would spend time together. You think of your friends ranting about their roommates and significant others, and really you have no complaints about Tendou. As embarrassing and terrifying as it is, you could see yourself surviving a few years of quarantining like this, save for one thing.

Painfully slow, you two gravitate towards one another, waiting for the other to stop or pull away. It's futile to think either of you could possibly resist what's happening. Your eyes drop to his lips, only a couple inches away from you now. You part your own, leaning your head just to the side and close your eyes as you press forward to close the gap.

It takes him a second to respond to the feeling of your lips on his. He wants to take a moment to think about it, though the feeling of your lips is too good, too soft to ignore. Completely unaware are you that he thought it'd be great having a cute girl like you for a roommate at first and then instantly regretted it after 2 weeks of realizing that it's actual torture and continued to live in agony. He needs physical affection and it’s been so long since he last felt it. You know nothing of how he's been going crazy trying to keep from touching you since the start of lockdown. And now he's here, exactly how and where he wanted to be for so long, yet it all seemed to happen so fast.

He can't think of all of that though. Your lips won't allow for it, too demanding to be kissed back, to be sucked at, to be nipped and licked and pulled. He does precisely that, arms tightening around your middle and turning you closer into him.

Already whimpering and trembling at his kiss, you struggle to keep hold of your mind. It had been a long time even before lockdown since your last hook up, and it took until now for you to notice how pent up you've been. His hand cradles the back of your neck in his long fingers, and prods your lips with his tongue. A wanton mewl rolls from your throat as soon as you grant him access and feel his tongue brush against yours. He pulls back for just a moment at the sound, a thin line of saliva connecting the short distance between your lips.

“Sorry, I-”

He can't finish his apology. Your hands grab his face and pull him back to you, not caring about the noises coming from your mouth as you press your chest into his. You can feel your nipples hard against the material of your bra and the tightness in your lower core is almost painful as it contracts with need. Perhaps it is all happening too fast, and with the last bit of your sanity you unlock your lips from his.

“Is this weird?” You ask, though you're not even sure why you asked. You don't even wait for the answer, cupping his sharp jaw in your hand and kissing him again between heavy breaths.

“I don’t know, is it?” He asks. He leans back against the armrest, pulling you on top of him and allowing you to study his flushed face and all the little excited movements of his breath and heartbeat underneath his skin.

You don't have an answer for him that's simple. Yes it's weird, but a good weird. Like walking around a foreign city; exhilarating, exciting, and just a little bit terrifying. Is there a possibility of feeling strange about it later? Tomorrow? Next week? You don't know. You don't think so. It feels good. It feels necessary, and that's all you're able to think about.

“We can stop if you-” He says as if you have anything else on your mind besides plotting where to place your lips next.

“Don’t want to. Want more,” you cut him off and wiggle to throw your knees around his hips and move into his lap. He groans as you settle your weight against him, hands falling to your waist and fingers squeezing at your back through your shirt.

He looks absolutely delectable beneath you. His eye twitches and breath catches when your crotch hits his growing hardness. So cute, almost as worked up as you are. You smile and bite your bottom lip before slowly grinding your hips in a circular motion against his groin, needy little gasps escaping your throat as the seam of your pants works against your clit through your underwear.

His name that was unfamiliar to you only minutes ago spills off your tongue softly when you press yourself into his body, nose digging into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. He moans as you start to kiss at the thin skin over his pulse, placing tantalizing little kitten licks after each teasing peck. You go to move your affections down his collarbone, but the fabric of his hoodie will only allow you so much access. Practically growling, you sit up for a moment and tug at the bottom of the offending clothing item.

“Off. Off,” you grumble with your eyes glued to the skin that keeps getting revealed inch by inch as you push the material up his body.

He gives a light laugh and complies, sitting up to reach behind his neck and pull it over his head. You do your best not to stare, recalling you have seen him a few times without a shirt fresh out of the shower. Tendou is all lean muscle though his skin is smooth and soft-looking with a dusting of freckles on his shoulders to balance out his sharp angles. You let your gaze drop to his abdominal muscles for just a moment before bringing your eyes up to his face. Lightly giggling, you fix the red hairs that are mussed from stripping off his hoodie.

You catch his eyes boring into you, attentive and a little nervous. Both of you are breathing heavily and you smile to reassure him that you’re more than okay with being here with him like this. A smile twitches at his lips as he does his best to relax, though it’s difficult when you’re so fucking pretty and sweet yet overflowing with a hunger that makes him feel like he's going to get devoured with every touch. Your fingers card through his hair, soothing him despite the shiver he feels in his spine.

Leaning into one another again, you close your eyes and catch his bottom lip between yours. He moans against you, hands planted at your hips to keep them from wandering. You grab his hair, though not too hard, pulling him closer to you as your kisses start to line his jaw and move down his neck again. His bare chest feels so hot against you and the small noises that escape with his breath at your teasing lips make you all too aware of the layers you're wearing that separates your skin.

You can't help the little whimpers that tickle your throat other than to grind against Tendou's hard member under his sweats. Your breath shakes as you find a rhythm and angle that seem to just build your frustration rather than offer relief. His fingertips dig into the material of your pants, jaw clenching as he tries to not lose himself in your lust. You feel unbearably hot and constricted in your clothes, as if you're stuck in them against your will.

“Hold on, hold on. I just don’t want to freak you out by moving too fa-a-st...” His voice tapers off and eyes go wide when you pull back and hastily peel off your shirt. Quickly you unfasten your bra, tossing it to the side and letting your breasts out in plain sight.

You scan his face for his reaction. His pupils bloom to take over the red irises, though he remains still. You sense a little apprehension from him underneath the desire, and can tell he's holding back. Perhaps he just needs some encouragement.

“Don’t just stare. Please,” you say as you grab his wrists and bring his hands to your breasts with a shy smile. You really hope you're not pushing him, unaware that he's thinking the same thing.

His whole body buzzes at the contact. Your pebbled nipples poke at his palms and his fingers start to sink into your soft skin. You nod your head as your hands squeeze over his and he takes your permission to gently knead the bouncy flesh. He quickly realizes how sensitive your nipples are when he catches them between his fingers, giving a light pinch and roll that has you crying out from the ache it causes in your cunt. Eyes clenched shut, you move your hands to his shoulders and dig your nails into his skin as he circles his thumbs over your peaks.

"Ohmygod, please- Feels so fucking good," you whimper as you grind yourself more and more into his lap. Your whole body is on fire. All of the muscles in your core tense at his teasing fingers that seem to know exactly how roughly to grasp at your tickling skin.

He removes his hands for a second, only to fully wrap his arms around you and dip his head and run his tongue over one of your hardened buds. You cry out, feeling the threads of a rope starting to snap within you. He sucks and nips, eyes closed not daring to look because he might just cum in his pants if he sees your face so lost in pleasure. The noises you're making along with your shaky movements against him are already nearly more than he can handle.

“Satori, please. Want you. Want to feel you inside me,” you whine, your voice high and breathy in a way that you barely recognize.

“Are you sure? I want to, but we can take things slow,” he says because honestly he could spend a whole week soaking in your reactions to him playing with your tits.

Slow would be nice. Slow would be ideal, but with the way your cunt is throbbing, all you can think about is haste. If he tweaks your nipple a few more times, you just might come undone in his lap.

You answer him by grabbing one of his hands and guide it down the front of your pants. Tears spring forth from the corners of your eyes when the pad of his middle finger hits the soaked material of your panties right over your aching clit. It sends a buzz through your body that has your facial muscles twitching and scrunching in an attempt to hold back the disgustingly lewd noises that want to claw their way from your throat.

“F-Fuck. You’re really wet,” he rasps and presses his finger just enough to have you writhing against him. He draws a few little circles over the slimy fabric, taking in your choked cries and pulsing throbs of your cunt against him.

He quickly removes his hand to pull your pants down. You slide and wiggle with compliance, more than eager to get the damned garment off of you, though careful not to accidentally crush his dick in the process. With a few awkward kicks and tugs, you’re free, straddling his lap in nothing but a pair of slick soaked panties.

Too hot. You look too fucking hot for him to process as your juices start to leak into the material of his joggers, just over the tent that keeps jumping against your heat. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling your chest against his so he can bury his head into your hair. Your sensitive nipples rub against him as you desperately roll your hips, feeling his clothed head poke at your panty clad entrance.

"Please. Please, just- Want you. Want your dick," you beg, barely able to form the words through the twisting knot in your core.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable living with me after,” he says, face burning red despite how far you’ve gone already. His apprehension would normally make sense to you, but right now you have little patience for trying to understand it.

“Satori, shut up. You’ve been so cute and kind and considerate, but right now I want you to rail the fuck out of me, and maybe again tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day. So just please-”

He doesn't let you finish your worked up ramble, suddenly moving a leg off the couch and sits both of you up to hook an arm under your knees. He scoops you up in his arms and lifts you off the couch. You let out a squeak in surprise - it feels rather nice to be held in his strength. He carries you the short distance to his room, nudges the door open with his foot and drops you onto his navy blue comforter with a soft thump.

You realize you’ve never been in his room before. There's lots of shelves full of knick knacks, a small hoard of cups that you had wondered about when doing the dishes a few days ago, and an unignorable, over 6-foot-tall cardboard cutout of a terrifyingly handsome man with olive hair in a white jersey and shorts with a volleyball that has you raising an eyebrow in question.

"Gah! Sorry, that's- uh, my best friend! It's a joke. I'll go move him," Tendou says stiffly with burning cheeks as you laugh at the unexpected guest. He picks up the cardboard man and moves him into the hall and you can hear a light "sorry Wakatoshi."

He closes the door behind him and takes you in sitting nearly naked on his bed after he turns around. It’s something he’s thought about more times than he’d like to admit. You look so tempting, yet he still seems a little nervous when he makes his way over to you. You grab his hand and invite him to crawl over you as you lean back into his pillows. He has a lot and they smell like him, making you wish you could just live and soak in their comfort.

"We don't have to, you know," you say to him, feeling a little calmer though still fairly aroused. Your fingers brush up and down his toned arms while trying to figure out if maybe you really are moving too fast for him. Just because his dick is straining against his pants doesn’t mean...

"I want to! I really want to, it's just- um, been a while," he says, darting his red eyes away bashfully before looking back at you. You look so good lying beneath him with your hair spread on his bedding, how could he not want to? He hopes the smell of your shampoo will still be there if you don't wind up sleeping in his bed later.

"I can guarantee it's been longer for me—I've seen the people leaving here before I would come home from work," you say teasingly with a giggle and sheepish eyes.

"Y-You saw?!" He stammers and turns bright red from neck to ears.

"I mean yeah, I wouldn't have minded if you let them spend the night," you reply with a smirk, even if you would have been just a little bit envious.

He leans back until he’s sitting upright, covers his nose and chin with his hands, and lets out a groan. You cock a brow, not sure why he's being dramatic.

"Those weren't hook-ups," he mutters once he drops his hands back to his lap and you wonder what it must be if he’s so flustered. "They were, um- it's really embarrassing.”

"Satori," you say his name while sitting up to grab his hands, bringing his focus back to you and not allowing him to close himself off to you.

He looks at your hands squeezing his and follows the line of your arm up to your face. You wait for him patiently, hoping for his trust through your eyes that stay trained on his. He chews the inside of his lip and then sighs, deciding that he had no reason to think you'd judge him.

"It- It's kinda like therapy—a support group, ya'know? It's—They're from a cuddle group," he fumbles nervously and your brain goes blank from the new information.

"A wha-?" Not what you were expecting. You don’t need to ask for an explanation though as he cuts you off before you can even formulate a thought on it.

"It's not sexual! I mean sometimes it can get a little intimate, but I just need physical affection to recharge and feel stable," he explains, face still burning as he anxiously scans yours for a reaction.

You don't even think. You just launch yourself at him, enveloping his body in your arms and tackling his back to the bed. You squeeze him with everything you got, inhaling his scent and moving your hands to massage his scalp through his cherry red locks. Skin to skin, you hope he feels how much you want to connect with him.

"I- I'll take care of that for you from now on. As friends, as whatever. Just come to me when you want to be held," you say as you move your hands to the sides of his head and lift yourself up. "I really like being in your arms, too."

By the look on his face, that isn’t what he was expecting you to say at all.

"You might regret that. I might get really clingy," he says, looking up at you with wide eyes that keep getting drawn down to your breasts dangling in front of his face.

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips when you notice his chest rising and falling a little faster. His lids blink heavily and his tongue darts between his lips, body ever so slightly adjusting beneath you.

"Then smother me, I don't care. I'll do the same to you. Like right now, I just wanna..."

Your eyes droop drunkenly and you let out a sharp breath as you dive down into his neck, placing a slow, flat-tongue lick from hollow to earlobe. He gasps and goes to grab your shoulders, but you catch his wrists and pin them to the sheets beside his head. You wait a second to see if he struggles, but he relaxes in your grip and even tilts his head to open more of his neck to you.

How can you not indulge? Your cheeks warm at him slowly giving himself over to you. Cute moans from his throat tickle your lips as you run them over his pulse, testing out a light suckle that has him shivering. You suck a little harder between licks and nibbles, knowing that it will leave a small mark. He doesn't oppose through any of his gasping breaths. If anything he seems to be asking for more with the way he gently writhes under your body, pushing his hips closer to yours. You oblige with enthusiasm, moving your lips higher up and parting them just a little more to leave a more obvious bruise. It's not like there would be anyone to notice besides you.

"That feels- wow, fuck," he huffs, head thrown back and chest arching up towards you. Your vision vibrates and your whole face tingles excitedly at the sight, something starting to click in your head.

"Are you okay with me being in control?" You ask, wondering if maybe you figured out a solution to the unease from before. He squeezes his eyes for a half second before popping them back open to reveal the full shining dilation of his pupils.

"Yeah, yes, that's good," he nods excitedly, swallowing as his breath picks up even more in pace. No one’s ever asked him before and he’s never really thought about getting to sit back, but hearing it from your mouth he wonders if it’s something he’s wanted his whole life.

"Good," you say, smiling at the response. Being the one on top is a little foreign to you, but something about him makes you want to try. His movements and reactions are like a guide beckoning to be read. "Just tell me if you want to stop."

"I don't think you have to worry about th-AT!" His voice nearly squeaks at the end of his sentence when you dip your head down and latch your lips and tongue onto his nipple. The sounds that leave his mouth sends another round of heat through you, making you moan just as loudly against his skin. You never realized a man could react in such a way to your touch, and you could easily find yourself becoming addicted to teasing his pink buds and feeling him try to buck against you.

You release his wrists and shift your body a little lower so your crotch can grind against him. Curses and pleas sputter from his lips as you slowly rock with him, your soaking panties gliding over his painfully hard member still hidden in his pants. He tries to grab for you, but his arms just fall back to the bedding weakly when you place your hands on his chest for a better angle to relieve the throb in your clit.

"Want me to ride your cock? I’ve been - ahhhH! dying to feel you inside me," you say between heavy breaths and languid humps. A coil burns hot in your core. You said you would take control, but it feels like you might lose it to the painfully tight feeling every time he groans beneath you. With every empty clench of your walls, you grow more and more agitated with the need to be full.

"Yes, please. Wanna be inside of you. Wanna make you feel good," he gasps, raising his hips into you with a wince.

His feedback fills you with pride. You move off of him, grabbing his dick through his sweats and giving it a nice stroke. It feels long with a very appetizing slight curve upward, making you eager for the unveil. He huffs and grunts, working himself in your hand. You tease him by releasing your grip and running your fingertips up and down the length lightly, a smirk pulling at your lips at his frustrated noises.

"Good boy," you coo and his cock jumps in against your fingers. You can’t help but to let out an excited little laugh, feeling a rush of blood to your ears that makes your head feel light.

"Ohh? You like that, when I call you a good boy? Too fuckin' cute," you say with a grin and lean in to kiss him. He gives a muffled whine into your mouth, straining his lower body to get more friction from your hand. Just like you told him, too fucking cute. If your cunt didn’t ache so bad, you’d make him cum right here.

For both of your sakes, you tug at the band of his sweats, working together to get them and his boxers off as fast as possible. He pops free and your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight.

"Holy shit, you have such a pretty dick," you say with stars in your eyes.

Standing up amongst a smooth field of red hair, veins snake artfully up his shaft up to the pretty pink head that’s drooling with precum. He tries to say thank you, but you’re already grasping right below the crown, thumb swirling the oozing liquid around the smooth skin of his head and bringing it back to your lips for a taste - pleasantly salty and not bitter like you expected.

"Gonna put this in if that's okay with you. I'm on birth control, so it's okay if you cum inside me," you tell him before giving the underside of his length a nice wet lick up to the tip, letting your drool mix with his precum to get him nice and wet for you. Though by the way your panties try to stick to you when you go to remove them, you hardly need the extra lubrication.

"Fuck- Yes that's fine. Please," he breathes and nods enthusiastically, trying to swallow down his excitement as you throw a leg to the other side of his hips so you can hover above him. He can hardly process your fully naked form, having to force himself to stay focused on your face so he doesn't completely lose it.

You smile down at him as you both do your best to maintain eye contact through your lust drunk vision. You lean down for one more sweet reassuring kiss just before you adjust your position, admiring the way he looks at you so trustingly. It takes a few tantalizing tries to line up his length, but it's completely worth it when you feel the tip stretch the entrance of your pussy. You bite your lip to try and concentrate on relaxing your walls, waiting until he's mostly in to let your muscles tighten and suck the rest of him into you.

"Ohhh fuck, you fill me up so good," you say through shaky breaths, just barely holding back from letting your eyes roll into your head. His hands fly to your hips, fingertips gripping at the juicy flesh in an effort to keep any part of him connected to the earth. Your whole body is burning, urging you to move even though your thighs are shaking from how fucking good it feels to take all of him.

Your hands move atop his as you peek down at him. His chest is rapidly rising and falling, a near full body flush painting his skin from abdomen to just below his eyes that are screwed shut. So pretty, and all for you. Slowly, you move yourself on his cock, feeling the drag of his curved length against the gumminess of your walls. You can't help but to moan loudly at the sensation, high pitched little grunts letting out every time you drop your weight on him, and tip nearly grazing your cervix. Praises drip like honey from your lips at how perfect he feels and how lovely he looks all lost in your heat.

"Feel you s-squeezing me. So wet. Fuck, oh fuck,” he pants. His head is thrown back, neck in a straining arch that has you just a bit worried for his muscles.

You fall forward, catching one hand on his chest, the other cupping his cheek to bring his gaze back to you. You manage a smile when he cracks an eye open, only to immediately draw closed when he sees the way your tits bounce once you find a good rhythm. Everything about you is too sexy. Too hot. Too over brimmed with sweet need just for him.

"O-Oh god, holy shit. I might- nnnnngh! might not last very long," you moan, feeling all tension you were feeling earlier bubble and boil in your gut. You grind and glide your hips along his, clit throbbing against his pubes that are drenched in your slick.

"Ah- It's good! Too fucking good," he gasps, head rolling back and forth against the comforter. "Gonna go crazy."

Your legs quiver in opposition to your quickening pace, but it doesn't matter to you if they break. All you can focus is the way his brows are pulling so tightly together and the flash of his teeth gritting in a vain attempt to stall his pleasure as you continue to rut on top of him. You know he's trying to not come before you and the sentiment behind it makes something in your chest feel like it's going to burst.

"I like you, Satori!" You let slip as you bounce on his hips, ass slapping atop his thighs mixed with the wet sounds of your drooling cunt. He whimpers and his dick pulses inside you at your wanton confession. There are better times to say such things for the first time, but there's no filter for the things you're feeling right now, including the overwhelming affection you have for the redhead between your legs.

"I like you so much! So cute—such a good fucking boy. My good boy. Make me feel so good," you praise and his cock jumps inside you, head pressing against the spongy part of your walls and making your eyes cross.

He can't even speak. If he opens mouth, he thinks surely you'd be disgusted with the primal growls that he's locking down in his throat. He can feel you gripping his cock tighter and tighter, your creamy juices soaking his balls and staining the bedding underneath.

"Gonna fucking cum, sweet boy. Mmmm! Fuck, wanna feel you fill me with your cum," you tell him. He can hardly respond, fingertips dig into your ass, but you can faintly hear hummed agreements and choked yes’s amidst his babbling moans. His fingers are strong and bruising, but the pain feels good and so full of his need to come apart with you.

"Ohmygod, please, fucking c-cum, please 'tori! Gonna—F-FUCK!"

The cry you let out is embarrassingly noisy, but you don't care. You can't help it. It's more powerful than any orgasm you've felt before, so much that you wonder if maybe you've been doing it wrong for your entire sexually active life. Your peak triggers his. He chokes on a groan, spilling up into your fluttering warmth and sealing his hips against yours while sputtering broken filth. Blood rushes through you like a flash flood, and you clamp down on him to milk out every sticky rope of cum he can give you.

It takes a couple minutes for you both to regain yourselves. Your breath is still heavy when you slide yourself off him and fall snug against his side, nestling your face against his chest and shoulder, and draping your arm over his torso so your hand can brush through his red hair that’s just a little damp with sweat. You sigh in satisfaction, feeling your body start to melt in exhaustion.

"You really mean it?" He asks once his respiratory rhythm settles some, voice just a little raspy.

"Hm?" You peek your eyes open and lift your head just a bit so that you can see his face and the light dampness at the corners of his eyes. You wonder what from as you thumb away the wet trails and look at him curiously.

"You said you like me and that I'm ‘your’ good boy," he says, eyes following yours as you blink at him in surprise.

"Ah?!" You squeak, suddenly embarrassed for the unfiltered dirty talk. You just couldn't help yourself when he looked so pretty beneath you. "Was that too much?"

"No! It was nice—felt really good. No one's ever talked to me like that before," he says with a shy smile.

You lean even further into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck, and nuzzle your nose into his cheek sweetly before placing a soft kiss. Part of you is a little sad that he’s never gotten such affection that he so clearly requires, but the other part is happy and a little proud to be the first. It makes you want to hand over all of your love and more.

"You have a place with me," you say as you lift your head to look him in the eye, and your cheeks tingle with warmth. "Or more like I have a place with you, since you lived here first, but you know what I mean."

"Sort of?" He says with a cute little tilt of the head and you feel your heart skip a beat when you realize you're gonna have to elaborate.

"Y-You're mine now!" You declare shyly despite your bold dominance just a few minutes ago. You thumb over the little hickeys on his neck that advertises your claim. He seems pleased by your words though, and you soften at the way his lips twitch into a goofy smile. "So you gotta promise me one thing."

"What's that?" He asks.

"Let me know how you're feeling, anytime. I like you and I care about you, so if you're ever feeling not okay about something or even if you’re feeling nothing, you have to tell me," you say, pressing your forehead to his.

"Um, well right now I'm pretty happy. I like you and care about you, too," he says with long fingers coming up to tangle themselves in your hair. "And I’m kinda hard again."

You lean in for a kiss, smiling against his lips. Your heartbeat picks up, happy that you two can talk like this. Looking at his glowing face is enough for you to feel blood energetically filling up your veins again.

"Okay, give my legs a minute," you say with a playful sigh, testing out some movement, but still finding yourself a little jello-y.

He surprises you by sitting up and then rolling on top of you. He looks down at you, eyes dark and impish as a lazy smile pulls at his lips. Your skin prickles under his stare, sensing something fiendish going on inside his mind. You let out a gasp when he dips his head next to yours, turning his mouth tauntingly close to your ear.

"Who said you have to do anything this time?"

Omake: After Round ???

Sometime after your 4th orgasm of the day, you and Tendou agree that you need to take a break eventually. You manage to stumble out of bed with wobbly legs and grab a few of the hoarded water cups in your hand.

"I'm taking these back to the kitchen. I'll get us some fresh water," you tell him with a cheeky smile.

You go to open the door with your free hand and immediately drop the cups, stale water splashing around your feet.

"BLAAAAGHH!" You scream when you come face to face with a giant man.

You had completely forgotten about Tendou's giant cardboard friend from before.

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#ushi sent the cutout at the beginning of quarantine so tendou would miss him less #bc thats what a himbo bestie would do

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redrobin-detective · 2 years

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Hey guys, as always sorry for the delay it was 3 days of work then a full day of studying plus the holiday party. To make it up to yall, I bring...

Weird Shit That Happened While I Was At Work

- I got very tired and accidentally fell a lil bit asleep in my chair and my charge nurse had to awkwardly wake me up and say that my new admit was here.

- Me and 2 others nurses got into a very spirited debate on whether or not patients on antibiotics have weird smelling pee. Went on at least 15 minutes

- Our confused covid patient kept trying to eat crackers even though she had a no food or drink order so we kept standing outside her room going “NOOO!!! YOU CANT EAT THE CRACKERS!!!” until we could the PPE on to take them from her and she’d hold them up like “excuse u but I have the crackers”

- Someone called me by my first name which is, you know, objectively fine but someone overheard down the hallway and screeched “she likes to be called [LAST NAME]!”

- I got really into singing American Pie for my anoxic brain injury patient and a doctor walking by interrupted me to tell me I had a good voice then left and CAME BACK to apologize for embarrassing me.

- There was a drug dealer hospitalized on the floor above us and 2 of our patients left our floor to go upstairs to try and buy drugs. I’m told there was a line outside the man’s room. I never found out if the man actually had drugs on him.

- I went to an ICU course full of ICU nurses and many of them ask me dumb questions as if they doubted I had any braincells whatsoever much less very experienced with nursing and ICU level nursing.

- A very sweet doctor wanted to buy shots for all the nurses at the party and asked me what kind to get. I very politely told him I was not the person to ask as I spit out and choked on my first shot.

- That same sweet doctor brought his very pregnant wife (who didnt drink) and asked S, who recently transferred to Labor and Delivery if she personally would deliver their baby and S who just started in L&D maybe 5 weeks before is like uhh.

- One of the newer, younger nurses did in fact do her first shot and was so nervous she’d become drunk she panicked. She was going on about how dizzy she was but the barstool she was on was uneven. She was fine but drank like 8 glasses of water before leaving.

- A more experienced nurse brought a few flushes from the hospital and a) sprayed out the saline contents at people (always fun) then b) filled them up with liquor and drank it that way.

- The absolute chaotic mix of people who’d just come from work still in scrubs, people who had to work the next morning and people off entirely was so fucking funny. I hope L is ok working bc she was downing liquor like it was going out of style.

- K, a very tall, quiet big teddy bear of a man walked in with no warning in a motherfucking suit looking like Idris Elba and we all lost our shit. He confided to me later it was a rental.

- I momed a couple of people who were worrying me, liquor flush lady patted me on the back and told me we weren’t at work, it was ok but I’m anxious ok?

- Was picked up by no less than 3 people, like they’re going in for a hug oops my feet are not on the ground okay. All my fellow shorties left so I’m now one of the tiniest on the unit >:(

- Oh also we were all showing off pictures of nasty wounds we’d seen bc we need photographic evidence for docs but also to gross each other out. The aline which looked like it was full of mustard won.

- I met my coworkers wife for the first time and I wanted to make a good impression but instead was introduced as “This lil bitch looks so cute and innocent with her bows but then she opens her mouth and it’s nothing but fuck a hundred times in a row.”

- Almost cried hugging the coworkers who’d left us for other units (whos xmas parties they ditched to come to ours). We’re all psychos but I’d die for every single one of those weirdos. Me and D, who I miss every day of my life, walked back to our cars hooting and waving our arms to scare off potential bad people with our weirdness.

#adventures in nursing #sometimes you look around the unit and say 'its so gd weird this might as well happen'#also it was a fun party Im glad I stayed #I was gonna peace out at like 8 #but tbh I was so worried I wanted to watch over some of the heavy drinkers and ended up having fun whoops #nurses are weird man #hospital life sometimes is so surreal

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meltingpotimagines · 3 years

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Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings?

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words

#happy birthday b #hope you enjoyed this #hawks #hawks imagine #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #keigo #keigo imagine #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #keigo tamaki #my hero academia #mha imagine #mha headcanons #boko no hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years

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you got it, coach

*GIF not mine! but also he’s so cute aksljalkfdja;f

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: just fluffy like seungcheol’s hair :D, volleyball coach!reader

warnings: none unless you count descriptions of seungcheol’s biceps and thighs and a super cheesy pickup line

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this is mostly a self-serving fic bc i’m a volleyball coach LOL but anyways i hope u guys enjoy, i kinda proofread it, but it might still be kind of rough ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

my masterlist ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

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“Hi, Seungkwan!” You waved to your friend as he ushered his twin nieces into the gym.

“Are you excited for the first game this weekend?” he asked you with a wide smile. Sometimes, you wondered if Seungkwan was more invested in your volleyball team than you were.

“I am, but a little nervous, too. Hey!” You turned to the girls who were chit-chatting on the side of the court. “Go set up the nets!” Seungkwan let out a hearty laugh at your stern voice.

“Nervous? Why?” Seungkwan cocked his head to the side.

You turned back to him, lips pressing into a tight smile. “Oh, you know, game day jitters. I’ve been doing this for a while now, but it’s always the same.”

He nodded, understanding exactly what you meant. “I’m bringing some friends to watch!”

“You have friends who want to watch a high school volleyball game?” While the team had no problem getting a crowd out to their games, you could barely imagine anyone who wasn’t a high schooler or a parent would want to come.

“Yeah, they’re like my nieces’ uncles by extension. They’re super excited to watch the girls play.”

“Oh, really?” You shrugged and checked to make sure the girls were setting up like you had ordered them to. “Okay, well, I’d never complain about having more fans in the stands!”

“I better let you get to coaching, but I’ll see you on Saturday!” Seungkwan put a hand on your shoulder and smiled widely. He admired how relaxed your demeanor was, even as a coach. He knew that if he were in your shoes, he would be much more temperamental and maybe even lose his cool. It was for the best that he watched from the bleachers and not the sidelines. His nieces had complained to you one day that their uncle tried coaching them despite his lack of skill in the sport. You had laughed and told them that you would talk to him, and so you did. Recalling the way he pouted when you broke the news to him, you shook your head and told the captains to lead the warm up.

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The week flew by in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was game day. You were nervous, but also excited to coach the first game of the season. Throughout your career as a volleyball coach, game day always made you a little anxious, not because you were afraid they would lose, but mostly because you were overwhelmed with so many emotions. It had been that way even when you had played volleyball in middle and high school.

By the time you got to the gym, the athletic director had already unlocked all of the doors and set everything but the nets up. You still had about thirty minutes before you had told the girls to be there, so you figured you might as well set the nets up yourself. Besides, you were the only one who ever did it correctly despite the numerous times you had shown them. You walked to the storage closet and pulled out the cart with all of the poles, nets, and mats. Picking up the metal pole, you made your way to the middle of the gym to place it in the ground. It was then that you realized you had forgotten to remove the plates covering the holes.

“Need some help?” A voice echoed throughout the empty gym. At the entrance, a tall man in a white hoodie stood at the doorway.

“Oh, uh, sure, that would actually be really great!” you said. When he came closer to you, you could see his features more clearly; his eyes were slightly turned downwards behind long lashes that any girl would be jealous of, a curved nose and thick lips that were a naturally bright red. He grabbed the pole from you, freeing your hands so you could take the cover plates out of the ground.

“Do I just put this in there?” The man indicated with his head and you hummed a confirmation. Before you forgot, you removed the other plate and looked at him with a smile.

“Thanks for helping me,” you said brightly.

“No problem. Do you want me to do the other pole, too?”

“If it’s no hassle, then yes, please.”

He smiled at you, your heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes crinkled at the edges. “It’s no hassle at all.” He took off his hoodie to reveal a black t-shirt that was tight enough to show off his nice body, but loose enough to leave something to the imagination. You watched as his denim pants constricted his thick thighs when he squatted down to pull the pole from the last rack of the cart, his biceps flexing as he pulled the pole closer to him. Walking over to the other side of the court, he placed it in the hole. “I’m Seungcheol, by the way.” He held his hand out to you.

You introduced yourself as you shook his hand. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Oh, I’m just waiting for my friend. His nieces play for the volleyball team.”

Your eyes widened when you remembered what Seungkwan had told you earlier that week. “You’re one of Seungkwan’s friends?”

“I am. And I’m guessing you’re the volleyball coach?”

“I am,” you replied, giving him a gentle smile. “You’re here pretty early though. The game doesn’t start for another hour.”

“Go figure. Seungkwan told me the wrong time and I live too far to drive all the way back home. He told me to come in and find you to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of him,” you said.

“Sweet of him?” Seungcheol asked jokingly with a hint of jealousy.

You threw your head back and laughed at the man who was now sulky. “And you. Seriously, thank you for helping, you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. It gives me something to do, and I’m learning a little bit.”

“Oh yeah? About how to properly set up a volleyball net?” The two of you laughed together as he nodded his head. “Well, you’re actually much better at following instructions than my girls are.”

“I can be your official net setter upper-er…” His voice trailed off and the two of you stared at each other before bursting into another fit of laughter. By the time you had finished setting up the net, your team began to trickle into the gym one by one.

Seungkwan and his nieces were the last ones to arrive and you shot a look at him. “Did you stop for an—”

“Americano,” Seungcheol said at the same time. He gave you a knowing look and you exchanged wide grins.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Seungkwan waved his hands. “First, yes, I did. You know I need my coffee. Second, what’s going on here?” He pointed first at you and then to Seungcheol, moving his finger back and forth.

Seungcheol shrugged. “Nothing, we’re just friends now.”

Seungkwan huffed and put his arm around your shoulder. “No. She’s my friend. You just met her.”

“We can still be friends, can’t we?” Both Seungcheol and Seungkwan looked at you in anticipation.

You shoved them both towards the doors and shook your head. “You two need to get off my court, I have a team to coach.” They left and headed to the stands that were above the court.

“Wow, this is a good angle,” Seungkwan said, settling in the middle of the seats.

“Yeah, it is,” Seungcheol echoed, watching you move effortlessly as you hit balls at your team and watched them pass them. Your voice echoed off the gym walls as you yelled commands at the girls. He admired the way you were stern with them, but never were you mean. “She’s a good coach.”

Seungkwan nodded in agreement. “The girls like her a lot. She’s tough on them, but you can tell it’s only because she cares. She wants them to be the best, not just as players, but as people.”

“Wow,” Seungcheol’s mouth made a small ‘o’. “That’s a good philosophy.”

“She even told me once that she didn’t care if they lost every single game. As long as they improved in skill level and grew as people, she would be happy. I don’t know how she does it.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I don’t know either. I’m not sure I’d have the patience for it.”

Just then, Dokyeom and Jeonghan arrived and sat down by the two of them. “Wow, is that Sohee and Sohyun’s coach?” Jeonghan asked.

“Yup, that’s her in the black,” Seungkwan replied.

“She’s pretty,” Dokyeom added. He wasn’t fully aware of it, but Seungcheol nodded, agreeing fully with Dokyeom’s statement. The game started and your team started off strong. After a couple months of pre-season training, the girls were well-trained and ready to take on any opponent, and it certainly showed on the court. While Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and DK cheered loudly for Sohee and Sohyun, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his attention off of you. He noticed the way you would clap and jump up and down when one of your girls made a good pass, got a block or kill, or made a good serve, and the way your face lit up watching your team play with such cohesion. He could tell, even from a hundred feet away, how proud you were to see their hard work pay off. Even in timeouts, you looked intense, but the girls looked on, nodding and cheering loudly when they broke out of the huddle. It was admirable, really, the way you carried yourself. As a former athlete himself, Seungcheol had experienced many coaches who yelled and screamed in his face. They were temperamental, narcissistic jerks who tried living vicariously through him and his teammates. But that wasn’t the kind of coach you were. You cared about your players and that showed in your coaching style.

The girls ended up winning the game in three sets and so the four guys made their way to the court to congratulate them.

“Uncle Seungcheol! Uncle Dokyeom! Uncle Jeonghan!” Sohee and Sohyun shouted. They ran and gave the guys big hugs as they were showered in praise for their performance on the court.

“Ahem,” Seungkwan cleared his throat. The girls laughed as they hugged him last and he talked about how cool Sohyun looked when she jumped into the air and spiked the ball down into a girl’s face on the opponent's side. Then he started talking about a play where Sohee dove and passed a ball up with one arm, rolling back onto her feet and getting back into position.

“You looked like a spy!” Dokyeom added. The group laughed and they continued to converse. Seungcheol took this moment to break away from them while they were distracted by Dokyeom’s attempt to reenact Sohee’s move.

“Good game, Coach.” You were packing your notebook in your bag when you turned around to see Seungcheol smiling widely at you.

“Hey, thanks!” you said.

“How does it feel, Coach?”

You chuckled at his words. “Don’t call me ‘Coach,’ it’s weird when it’s not coming from a player or a parent.”

“If I can’t call you ‘Coach,’ then can I call you tonight?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, not believing what you just heard.

“Boo!” A collective groan came from his friends and the girls who had just witnessed the entire interaction.

“Choi Seungcheol, you are an embarrassment to us,” Jeonghan shouted, shaking his head but laughing heartily as he watched his friend’s face turn red. “We’re leaving, but you two take your time.”

“Or you can reject him now and make it short and painless!” Seungkwan added. They walked out of the front doors, leaving you and Seungcheol alone in the gym.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was too cheesy, right?”

There was a silence and Seungcheol knew he had messed up. “Actually,” you said quietly. “I thought it was cute.”

“You did?”

You nodded. “I did.”

“So… does that mean… ?”

“Yes,” you giggled. “You can call me tonight.”

Seungcheol pumped his fist in victory and shouted, “Yes!”

“But first, you’ve got to help me take down the nets first,” you chided with a small, mischievous smile.

“You got it, Coach.”

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It was safe to say that you and Seungcheol hit it off well after the first volleyball game. Soon, the two of you started seeing each other more regularly and by the end of the season, he was at every game. He had become your official “net setter upper-er,” but you were mostly happy that you had your own fan in the stands.

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔶

❣︎anon: Aaand one more cant help myself, but a dominance battle between Kei-nii and Aki-nii? Brothers battle for little little sisters attention? It could be dark or not honestly, bc hust the thought of being fought over by those two giants ugh😩

i hope you enjoy this. thank you for requesting + i hope you don’t mind there’s no smut in it i just wanted a chance to explore their psyche more? <33

tsukishima kei x reader | akiteru x reader

warnings: tw yandere, tw incest, tw possessiveness, mentions of masturbation, obsessive behaviour, 18+ dark themes

word count: 2.5k

❦note: part ii is posted

tsukishima hates the facade akiteru puts on: the sickly sweet smiles, the tender touches at the small of your back that just always dips a little too low, pulling you into tight hugs flat against his body at unreasonable times. he doesn’t like how when you’re whimpering in the dead of the night because of a nightmare, you’re crawling into akiteru’s bed instead of his own, begging for him to be the one to hold you. you don’t ever resist when akiteru walks up behind you and engulfs you in a hug, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing your ass against his crotch and whenever he makes you promise to never ever look at any boys.

“i promise, akiteru-nii!” you cry with a bright smile, giggling when he cups your face and squeezes your cheeks.

“so cute, y/n! but good, all men are nasty. you only need your akiteru-nii, okay?” you nod, not noticing tsukishima trying to hold back from spitting a nasty remark of how dumb you are to not realise that akiteru is trying to own you, to make sure nobody else can have you. he hates how you agree to it, not even paying attention to him when he’s your brother too, he can’t stop his mind racing with thoughts of you too, he can’t even look at other girls because none of them are anything like you. he wants to have you, not akiteru.

tsukishima remembers the time when you were whining about being forced to do your own laundry, insisted by your mother who claims you need to learn some basic life skills, you can’t rely on akiteru forever! but as soon as she leaves the living room, akiteru smiles wide at you, wrapping his arms around you as he draws you into his chest. you’re so much smaller, towered by his tall, broad frame and you nuzzle into him, pouting.

“akiteru-nii, i can’t do it! what if i turn everything pink- or shrink it?!” you cry.

“it’s not that hard.” tsukishima remarks coldly at you, your eyes widening but akiteru chuckles, eyes gleaming as he caresses your hair.

‘don’t worry, you know this nii-san will help.” tsukishima finds it hard to hold back when you smile and whisper how much you love akiteru-nii. it’s worse when akiteru presses a kiss to your cheek, a bit too close to the corner of your mouth but his brown eyes are locked with tsukishima’s.

it doesn’t end there. tsukishima is horrified when he walks into the laundry room, stopping in his tracks with his heart thumping to see akiteru kneeling on the tiled floor, your laundry basket in front of him and one of your bright pink panties pressed to his nose. he knows it’s dirty but akiteru is shameless, inhaling deeply with a hand pressed to his crotch, palming himself audaciously to you, their precious little sister. he isn’t at all bashful, instead turning to face tsukishima with a malicious gleam in his eye as he groans out, muffled slightly by the fabric of your panties.

“you’re gross.” tsukishima says coldly, shaking his head with a grimace but really he can’t stop the jealousy seeping into him- he wants to be stroking the soft cotton of your panties, smelling you and wrapping your underwear around the head of cock when he strokes himself to lewd fantasies of you. akiteru only smiles, chuckling as he pockets your sweet, pretty panties.

“yet she still likes me more though, doesn’t she?” tsukishima grits his teeth as his grip on his own laundry basket tightens, knuckles paling at the surge of jealous anger rushing through him. no, he doesn’t want to think that you could possibly like akiteru better than him- no, he has to be the best person in your life, the only person.

but tsukishima has his own ways. he can’t be nice like akiteru but he sees the want in your eyes, that desire for attention and your meek trembles whenever he walks into the room.

“kei-nii,” you say quietly, batting your lashes as you stand in front of him, hands trembling slightly. “i was wondering if you could look over my college assignment-” you flinch when tsukishima snatches it from you and he has to hide the smirk that threatens to grow; he knows you're scared of him- years of teasing you throughout childhood till you were reduced to an anxious, teary mess did that- but you also craved his approval, just begging for a semblance of love and approval from your cold older brother.

you squirm as he reads it, your quivering hands picking at the skin of your lips as you watch him anxiously. you wince when he scoffs.

“there’s mistakes on the first line.” he sneers, tossing it back to you dismissively. “have you even proofread it?” your head sinks low as you hold your papers close to your chest. behind you, akiteru shifts from his position on the couch, his eyes tearing away from the television to watch you both with a clenched jaw.

“i’m sorry, kei-nii.” you mumble, your eyes softening as your shoulders slouch. “i’ll re-write it and do better for you.” tsukishima huffs as he reaches for his headphones but despite his dismissive nature, you still stand there shifting your weight nervously from foot to foot. it makes him swell with power, knowing that you’re so good and submissive to him. that he really can have you all to himself, that not even akiteru can compete; after all, you love the kindness akiteru gives you but how much must you love tsukishima to always trail after him, even after he’s so harsh to you?

it gives tsukishima the upper hand to have so much influence over you, even when he’s bitter and critical. sure, akiteru is sweeter but he has to try whereas tsukishima is so effortlessly powerful- he knows he has you right in the centre of his palm, his precious little pet to play with.

“i’m sorry, kei-nii.” you say again, nodding solemnly. “i just want to make you proud of me.” tsukishima stiffens at your words but it’s not out of dislike- instead he has never felt so warm, so high and mighty to hear you craving his approval, slouching pathetically in front of him. there’s a small hiss, missed by you but loud enough for tsukishima to smile to himself. akiteru looks like he wants to blow, his jaw clenched and the vein in his temple throbbing.

“y/n, i’m proud of you.” he says. his voice is low and stern, even if he usually coats it in sugar for you but you smile warmly at him- a smile tsukishima hates to realise you never give him.

“thank you, nii-san but i want kei-nii to love me too.” as you leave the room, muttering over rewording your assignment words you don’t notice the thick tension that fills it, the air of competition.

it’s pathetic but your need to please tsukishima is easy to see when he walks into your bedroom one day and you yelp, your phone dropping from your hands as you wrap your arms around yourself. tsukishima is frozen in the doorway, his eyes widening as they drop down your body- your beautiful body all out on display for him in a lacy, pastel lingerie set he doesn’t quite recognise.

“kei-nii!” you cry but tsukishima doesn’t leave. your face drops when he closes the door behind him, moving forward with darkened eyes to pick up your phone. “no- don’t!” he inhales sharply at your screen, his blood rushing at the sight of all your pretty pictures displayed: you with your ass pushed out, you holding your pretty tits and pouting at the camera, looking like pure utter sin.

“please give me my phone back, please-” you whimper when tsukishima faces you, his brow furrowed as he holds your phone up high, knowing you won’t risk jumping to reach it.

“who are these for?” he demands. his voice is calm but cold. it’s threatening.

“no one!” you insist, wide eyes filling with tears. “i promise- they’re just for me! i’m not sending them to anyone.” he scoffs, shaking his head with faux disgust but really his heart is pounding and he’s hoping you won’t notice his cock growing harder and straining against the fabric of his pants.

“really?” he scoffs. “are you being a whore, begging for attention from men? why are you like that?” he makes sure to grimace, just to see you shake your head wildly and tears fill your eyes.

“no! i’m not, kei-nii, i promise!” you’re pleading and it just makes tsukishima harder, hearing your pathetic whines as you’re stood in such revealing lingerie just inches away from him. “i don’t want anyone’s attention! i just-” you look down sheepishly at the floor, tears rolling down your cheek as you hug yourself. “i promise- i don’t want any man.”

tsukishima wants to smile proudly, maybe even reward you with a kiss that stings with possession but he knows he can’t, not yet. but it’s enough to hear you promise never to look at other men, to know that you’ll push away everyone else to make sure he’s the only one you’ll ever love. but he isn’t done yet- an opportunity like this is far too good to pass up. nobody has ever seen these photos before, has never seen you like this before...not even precious akiteru.

“i’ll have to delete them, just to make sure.” you nod, sniffling as you reach for your sweater at the end of the bed. tsukishima tries to ignore the fact that it used to belong to akiteru, him marking you with his clothes that still smell strongly of his aftershave. but it’s okay, because now he has these pictures, the ones he sends to himself and deletes from the chat history and your photo album, nodding when he hands you your phone back. “don’t do this again.”

“okay, kei-nii.” you say meekly, crawling onto your bed and wiping your cheeks.

that evening, you’re too embarrassed to come out of your room, leaving akiteru and tsukishima alone in the living room. akiteru sighs heavily, pausing the game he’s playing as he scratches his blond hair.

“what’s up with y/n? i want her to come out of her room. what’s she doing in there?” he fidgets as he speaks, his eyes rounded with worry- akiteru can never cope well without you, a little bit of distance or less contact than usual always sends him into anxious fits.

“i’m sure she’ll be fine soon.” tsukishima says with an air of nonchalance that makes akiteru narrow his eyes at him. it’s at this moment tsukishima angles his phone screen towards his brother, making sure he can see every sinful photo of you displayed on his screen, lewd and unmistakable and enough to make them both hard.

tsukishima and akiteru only end up on the same page when they’re both as disgruntled as each other the evening you come dancing into the living room, smiling bright with exhilaration and your face pretty with makeup. they’re itching for answers: where were you? who with? where did you go? what were you doing? but they can’t, not when their mother smiles tenderly at you, asking about your day spent out with a mysterious ‘friend’.

“i’m so happy you’re finding new people to meet rather than tagging after your brothers all day.” she smiles, patting your head as you grin. neither you nor your mother notice the small hisses akiteru and tsukishima release; they’re your brothers, you don’t need anyone else when you have them!

tsukishima knows something is wrong when akiteru comes into his room the next day, snapping the door shut behind him and ice in his eyes, jaw clenched as he’s gripping your pink fluffy notebook. tsukishima knows akiteru likes to ‘clean’ your room, insisting you relax in the living room whilst he rifles through your belongings, feeling your clothes and inhaling your scent that clings to your pillow and reading your diaries and sometimes, tsukishima hears the low grunts through the thin wall, knowing that akiteru is probably jerking himself off in your own bed. but tsukishima can’t really judge him for the last thing, not when there’s been times he’s been home alone and has gone into your bedroom, settling himself at your desk and staring at the photographs you’ve stuck on the wall. his favourite is the photograph of you at the beach in your skimpy bikini and wet hair and droplets of salt water glistening off your body- he always stares at it intently, panting as he fists his own cock, imagining what it’d feel like to touch you and all the pretty sounds you’d make. it’s embarrassing almost how quickly he cums, his mind too overtaken by his arousal that he releases into his own hand within minutes, your name heavy on his lips.

“what?” tsukishima demands, sliding off one headphone as akiteru tosses him the notebook.

“you know what y/n’s been up to? our precious little sister?” he’s seething; it’s rare for akiteru to get so angry but when he does, it’s like a volcanic eruption. explosive. fiery. dangerous.

tsukishima frowns as he opens the book, eyes widening at the words you’ve scrawled in pink pen, the hearts you’ve adorned a familiar name with, one that makes his stomach churn.

he kissed me so well it was the best first kiss i could’ve ever wished for!! i can’t wait to see him again, i really think i’ll end up loving him. maybe he’ll be the one?

“the one?” tsukishima scoffs, his face contorting with disgust. hot, green jealousy fills him, shuddering as he throws the diary to the end of his bed but the words are still burning in his mind. another man? how? how can you even dare think of another man when he’s here, your dear brother, the only man who deserves your attention. does that mean all the sickly-sweet ‘i love you’ declarations and the way you pined for him wasn’t true...but just for attention? are you really just an attention whore? yet he’s still calmer than akiteru, the older brother pacing the length of the room with his hands curled into fists.

“going to fucking teach her a lesson. ‘the one’- bullshit, she only needs me! i’m the one here for her, me! everyone else will just hurt her but not me! she doesn’t need anyone, no one else.” there’s a loud bang as he punches the desk, hissing through the pain but he looks unrecognisable in his anger. tsukishima inhales, rolling his eyes as he leans back against the headboard of his bed, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips. the cogs inside his brain are turning.

“for once, akiteru, i agree with you. no one else can have her- no one else should.” akiteru is breathing heavily as he considers his brother, eyebrows raising with intrigue as he waits for him to continue. “we’ll just have to make sure she knows that.”

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 3 years

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ahh i’ve read all ur childe fics and they are absolutely amazing 🥺 i also live for angst and the way you portray ur characters emotions is emasculate *chefs kiss* is it possible if i may request an angsty childe fic where his s/o feels betrayed after finding out hes only been with her as part of the fatui’s plans but throughout the process childe actually falls in love and never meant to hurt them? and pls a fluffy ending bc my heart can’t take angst 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Pairing - Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax x Reader

Warnings - Spoilers for Childe’s background.

Other Comments - Hello!! I am so glad that you are enjoying my stuff! I never would have imagined that I would receive so much positive feedback as I just started doing this but everyone has welcomed me with open arms hehe!! (//▽//) Anyway you are in luck because I absolutely love writing angst so lets go! Also these are heavily inspired by the songs Decode and All I Wanted by Paramore so I kinda recommend listening to them while you read. (๑˘︶˘๑)

Everyone you have encountered along your journey have been so friendly; all of them going out of their way to assist you. You have gained many friends along your way which have caused you to become quite a trusting person, to a fault at this point. Every person you have met with try their best to help you with your journey and leave a lingering friendship which you are incredibly grateful for. When you first decided you wanted to become an adventurer, your parents were extremely apprehensive, not trusting the world around you. You were determined to prove them wrong, and so far you have.

You had decided you wanted to settle down in Liyue for a while, exhausted from the constant traveling. This way you were always able to stay close around the Adventurers Guild. Along your journey of living in Liyue you had continued to meet many lovely and helpful people; one being a tall copper headed man.

During your travel and adventuring you had started to become a fairly big name, as you were incredibly skilled and managed to help save Mondstadt on a variety of occasions; even getting to know the grand master of the Knights of Favonius. So when a tall young man approached you, already knowing your name you weren’t all too surprised. You had already settled down into your small cozy apartment when he had come up to you.

“Excuse me, you don’t happen to be (y/n) do you?” You looked up, your eyes meeting bright blue ones as you found the owner of the soothing voice.

“Oh uh, yes that’s me. Is there something I can help you with?” A pleasant smile graced your face as the tall man gave a polite smile back before continuing.

“I was wondering if you could assist me with a domain, I seem to be having a bit more trouble with it than I had expected. I’ve heard you’re one of the best out there right now.” Your face flushed, something about this man was so endearing, and helping him out couldn’t be too hard, you had been able to defeat most of the domains in the area anyway so why not?

“Sure, I’d be more than happy to help you out! Are you an adventurer like I am?” You heard Childe let out a low chuckle.

“Oh no I am a Fatui Harbinger.” Wait- did he just say he was a Harbinger? You didn’t know much about the Fatui, but what you did know and have heard from other people was that the Fatui were always bad news. He didn’t seem like what everyone was saying though.

“Well then, when would you like to go?”

That was the beginning of your relationship with the Harbinger. After that you two both seemed to get along surprisingly well, and you found yourself struggling to stop seeing him. He was always on your mind, and with him almost always being around you that wasn’t helping either.

“So, where shall we go today darling?” Childe had decided to take up space in your already cramped apartment, not that you were complaining. It had been about six months since you had settled down in Liyue and you decided it was finally time to start traveling again. You had formed a really close connection with Childe, he always seemed to be your savior in situations that you needed it. You hoped that Childe would come along with you, but part of you had a feeling that he had to stay here for some reason.

“Well I was thinking I would go back to traveling again, I have stayed for about half a year so I think it’s time.” The smile that always seemed to find its place on Childe face quickly dropped, and you saw something change for a split second before returning back to normal.

“Oh well if that’s what you want then I am not going to stop you, but I can no longer accompany you, you better leave as soon as possible though.” Now what could he have said that for.

“So you can cover as much ground of course!” Childe must’ve picked up on your questioning gaze when he said that, as a reassuring smile found its way back to his face.

“I suppose you’re right, I need to say goodbye to the friends that I’ve made here though. Could you help me pack my things while I go do that?” A strong nod came from Childe before you granted yourself permission to leave.

It took you longer than you had anticipated to track down and say goodbye to all of the friends you had made here and Liyue, which you could blame Xiangling for as she made sure to make plenty of your favourite dishes for your trip.

As you approached your building you saw the back of the boy you knew so well, duck into a dark alley. Something could’ve been wrong, so to make sure he was okay you quietly followed a little ways behind.

“Are you deaf or just stupid? Your job was to get close to the dumb bitch and then bring them in. What is taking so long are you kidding?” A shorter man with a large hat was currently talking to Childe, surely they couldn’t be talking about you.

“Listen I know what my orders were, I was just waiting for a good time.” Childe’s voice was quite and his eyes were focused on the ground.

“If they’re leaving today, you better hope that they are still in Liyue for your own well being.” With that the shorter man quickly turned away and stormed off. So it was all a setup. Everything they did and talked about... All the things he told you... You as you were backing away in disbelief your shoe scuffed against the ground, causing Childe to whip around, those once familiar blue eyes meeting yours blowing out wide.

“(Y/n) wait-” You didn’t let him finish before you took off sprinting up to your apartment, hoping to get up there and lock yourself in. Was he going to kill you for over hearing?

You tripped a couple times going up the stairs hoping to the gods that you would still have enough time to shut and lock your door, all the while Childe was behind you begging for you to stop, for you to come back. Relief washed over you as your eyes found your door, adrenaline still pumping wildly through you.

“Please please please gods let me in!” You franticly attempted to unlock your door, the adrenaline making you shaky causing you to miss the keyhole. Your feverish prayers were answered when you flung the front door open, Childe’s loud footsteps pounding against the floor behind you. Right as you were slamming the door closed Childe’s body flew against the door, causing it to swing back open, hitting you in the process and tossing you to the ground; knocking the wind out of you.

Childe stood over you, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Was this the end? Were you going to die? Your wild eyes found his, the fear in them causing him to falter. He never wanted to see fear in your eyes, especially not because of him. The darkness of the night made it hard to see, the only light spilling in from the hallway through your open front door, spotlighting your face and the tears you had falling down your cheeks. You don’t remember when you started crying but it was obvious now. Neither of you spoke for a while, not knowing what to say. It was clear that Childe wasn’t going to kill you, but that still left a plethora of issues.

“You...” You began to speak, your voice shaky and uncertain. Childe’s eyes silently begged for you to stop.

“You took advantage of me. Everything was a lie. Was anything that came out of your mouth true?!” Sadness and anger flushed your face and you slowly rose to your feet.

“(Y/n) please... I never meant for it to go on this long.” That didn’t help his situation, that sentence having the same effect of putting water on an oil fire. Anger bloomed from your chest, almost making it hard to breathe.

“I trusted you! I guess this is all my fault for putting my trust into a Fatui Harbinger! Childe’s not even your real name! I know NOTHING about you!! And... and I let you stay with me! Keep me company! I let you put your filthy hands on me! You kissed me!!” Tears began to spill faster, but not just from you this time.

“(Y/n) please my feelings and actions towards you were no lies!! I admit this was all set up, but then I began to truly fall in love with you!! You have to believe me!” A loud broken laugh escaped your lips, almost like a bark.

“Believe you?! Again I don’t even know your real name-”

“Tartaglia.” This stopped you in your tracks, you couldn’t quite make sense of what he said.

“What?” Your words were barely above a whisper.

“My name. It’s Tartaglia. My family calls me Ajax. I am the 11th Harbinger of the Fatui. I moved to Liyue as a debt collector. I don’t want to be in the Fatui, not ever since I met you. You knew who the Fatui were and still chose to trust me. No one except my family has ever looked at me the way you do. I am from Snezhnaya. My birthday is July 20th. I enjoy ice fishing and combat. I have many siblings, a couple younger brothers named Teucer and Anthony and I have a sister named Tonia. See? You know so much more now!” You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you just stared at him. Childe or Tartaglia rather, was clearly getting anxious at your silence, as he shifted around more or fiddled with his gloves. He was normally so confident, so seeing him like this was shocking.

“(Y/n) please, say something; anything.” The desperation in his voice made your chest tighten. What could you say? On one hand you wanted to just forgive him and fall into his arms, on the other hand he had completely destroyed your trust; were you really willing on forgiving him that easily?

“Childe... I...” You could see Tartaglia flinch, not used to the tone of his code name on you tongue. He wanted so desperately for you to just say his real name. He wanted to embrace you, for you to forgive him. He would find a way out of this for the both of you.

“(Y/n) I will help you. I fell in love with you. I knew the second I set my eyes on you that I say going to fall for you. I will get you out of this situation, I have to. I know it’s stupid to say this now, but you have to trust me on this. After I get you out of here is when you can hit me scream at me and tell me never to see you again. I just need to make sure you’re safe.” You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore as you began to cry again. Tartaglia stepped close to you, slowly to make sure that you had a way to back up if you didn’t want him to get closer. When you didn’t move he took that as an ‘okay’ to get close, and that’s what he did.

Slowly the distance between the two of you closed as Tartaglia sunk to his knees and clung to you. His hold on you was iron tight, as he waited and hoped for you to return the hold; which much to his surprise you did. You clung to him and cried.

“I will make you trust me again (y/n). I will make you trust me and I will keep you safe. You have my word. I love you.”

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