#you want me to be excited for something o have repeatedly told you doesn’t excite me and yet you don’t want me to fake it either?????

[uramichislefttiddie]

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan Alphabet

||Contains: Uramichi Omota + Iketeru Daga||

||Warnings: NSFW||

Reminder! Please don’t comment anything that implies your age, I cannot stop who reads this unfortunately but I can at the very least give out a warning that this contains nsfw content.⚠️

please forgive me I could not stop laughing whilst writing this, I had to skip specific words because it did not sound right to me and my childish behaviour😭

Uramichi Omota:

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

If anything all this man will want to do is try and get a good nights rest even if it means only a couple hours of sleep. He will make sure however you are cleaned up and are alright before he deals with himself. He’d never leave you to care for yourself, he always makes sure he cares for you first. He’s very touch starved meaning he makes sure he gets cuddles and kisses before you both drift off into a slumber!

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite body part on himself most likely would be his muscles specifically his toned arms, I mean he’s a former gymnast so what can you expect? On you his favourite part would be either ass or thighs, the reason mainly being it’s something he can rest on, or another reason being he loves to mark your thighs up not caring if anyone can see, also he just genuinely likes groping your ass however he’ll only do that in privacy, he’d rather not have the risk of someone having just witnessed him groping your ass in public. In make out sessions always expect his hands to be roaming either along your thighs or ass there’s no other option it could be.

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

Majority of the time he will make sure to not cum inside you meaning hell either do it over your face or body, however once in awhile if you allow him he will not pass up the opportunity to cum inside you. When I say once in awhile, Uramichi will try and make it near enough every time that you allow him to cum inside, he just loves the idea of having the risk you could end up with having his children. (Russian roulette type beat/j) and a plus to him is that if he can cum in you it means less cleaning to do.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

Now I get a strong sense that this man really wants to try bondage with ropes especially, wether it be you that’s tied up or him he doesn’t care either way he really wants to try it. But he doesn’t want to scare you off by asking so he still hasn’t mentioned it and he doesn’t want you to start making fun off him about it💀 however you’ve had an inkling for awhile that he’s got something about being tied up.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now he may be 31 years of age but this man has never gone past kissing someone before he met you. You were his first and oh boy he had no clue what he was doing, mainly because he was nervous and couldn’t comprehend what was truly happening. He has watched his fair share of porn etc but when it came down to actually doing it himself he mind had become fog. Overtime though he’s come to learn what you like best and least and has took that into account and now it’s as if he’s been doing it for years.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Now he’ll most likely switch between a mating press or doggy style. The reasoning for mating press is it allows him to be more face to face to you and he can see your face during it which turns him on even more. And let’s be real he more than likely has a breeding kink. So mating press + breeding kink = heaven to him. Now the reason for doggy style is because he loves having your bare ass slam against him and watching it jiggle when he slaps it. He also loves leaving marks on your hips meaning doggy style makes that all the easier.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Uramichi is probably the type of be serious, he might laugh there and than every so often if something a bit funny happens but overall he’s pretty much serious and that’s just him.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Unshaven, however he will trim it if you ask him to, but seeing as he’s 31 I think he couldn’t care less about body hair as it’s normal and he just sees it as a waste of time to have to repeatedly shave.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

80% of the time he will be rough, releasing out all the pent up anger and frustration, but he still makes sure your ok. Although there will be them days where he just wants to be more romantic than rough and his whole demeanour will have flipped upside down and he’ll be acting all lovey dovey. Plus most definitely a switch.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

Nah, not really, if he’s in that type of mood and your not with him he’ll either wait or come meet you wherever you are so he can get relief.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Gagging, Breeding, Bondage, Dacryphilia, cockwarming

L: Length (how big they are)

He’s more girthy than long, he’s probably about 6 inches which is a good length all in all.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start whining at him for attention or if you raise your voice at him because oh boy that really does set off something in him when you raise your voice.

N: No (something they will not do)

Knife play or anything that could seriously harm you even by accidental.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers giving than receiving but once in awhile he’d just want you to be the one giving it to him and making him fall under your touch.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

He’s not necessarily fast but rather hard. By that I mean he will go full force into you where both yours skins slap against each other and where he will grunt a lot which oh boy is hot.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

Surprisingly he does them a lot seeing as he has work 6 days a week which really only leaves him with one day where it can just be you and him all day. So either he’ll do one in the morning or at night but it depends if he’s feeling too tired after work.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Now he’ll hate someone interrupting so he always makes sure you both do it where the chances of getting interrupted are reduced drastically, plus it’d be very embarrassing for someone to walk in. Usahara now always make sure to knock before making his grand entrance into his apartment. The risk of you getting pregnant kinda excites him in a way so you gotta watch out with this man.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

On an average he can last around 2-3 rounds but on a very good day it feels like it’s never ending, he just needs that motivation if you get me.

T: Toys (do they use them)

No. He’s never really been into them and they’ve never sparked his interest.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s quite fair to be honest, he makes sure you both equally get what you both want but there can be times he can be a tease when he’s in one of them type of moods.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Majority of the time he lets out grunts rather than moans, he gets embarrassed if he moans however after the time you told him you like it when does he doesn’t hold back anymore but like I said most of the time he grunts and breathes heavily.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

Like I said, more girthy than long.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s shockingly quite high, although it may not show when he’s near you expect him to be quite touchy most of the time waiting for you to get the signal. In simple terms he’s quite the horn dog.

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

I’ll say it straight. He goes to sleep incredibly fast, but he won’t before he makes sure your cleaned up and settled down!

Iketeru Daga

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

This boy will give you the best aftercare ever. You hungry? Ok he’ll go make something for you. You want to go for a drive? Ok he’ll take you for a drive. You want a shower/bath? Ok he’ll go prepare you one. You understand me now. He will double check your ok and cleaned up as best as possible. Will always make sure you’ve gone to the toilet afterwards and have had some water. Will fall asleep with you in his arms always whilst reading to you.

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite part of his body will be his hands, not only because they’re pleasing to the eye but because he knows his long fingers can make you come undone very quickly and easily and that gives him somewhat of a boost. His favourite part of your body to him will be your lips, he loves the feeling of them when he kisses you or when your kissing him anywhere (😏 /j)

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

He loves seeing his cum dripping down your face, the way it leaves a shine along your face just looks so pretty to him. So he prefers to cum over your face or in your mouth to where he can see it dripping down yourself. Don’t get me wrong he’d love to cum in you but he’s responsible and would rather wait until you both want a child so he doesn’t need to worry about getting you pregnant.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

He likes to be choked. Awhile back you had no clue until you accidentally did and that’s when the game got even more interesting. He really just overall loves seeing you in charge.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends in the past but never gone as far as to do more than make out with them, he’s always said he’d save it for the when the right person comes along and he knows it the right person. But he very much does know what he’s doing, he knows how to make you feel good, he’s done plenty of research.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Reverse cowgirl. He absolutely loves you riding him and if it means reverse cowgirl it allows him to smack your ass and fondle it, also allows him to easily guide you with your hips. Damn he goes berserk when your in this position I tell you.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Do I even need to say? Of course he’s going to be goofy, the man laughs at dick jokes. However once he starts laughing that’s it, he won’t be able to stop for awhile, it’s honestly become uncontrollable.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Honestly, he leaves it down to you and what you prefer, he doesn’t mind if you prefer shaven or not either way he’ll go with what you like.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

Probably the slow but long stroke type of guy. He loves the way you start to become impatient and fidgety. He loves the look in your eyes when he’s facing you.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

He only will if he hasn’t seen you for a few days or hasn’t been able to do anything with you. He prefers doing it with you actually.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Choking, Food Play, Cockwarming, Spit, Praise

L: Length (how big they are)

Longer than girthy, he reaches about 7.5 inches, he can definitely reach the high spots.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start to praise him, especially with “good boy” that will get him going almost immediately, it just switches something on in his mind so very quickly.

N: No (something they will not do)

He’s willing to try most things as long as you feel safe and he feels safe and you both know to be careful and know how far to go with everything.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers receiving than giving, he just loves being able to watch you go down on him and struggle. But when you want some he will be more than happy to give.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

Life I previously said, he’s the type of guy that goes slow but he makes sure he’s hitting all the right spots that you like and that gets you going.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

He prefers to not have them but if it comes down to it and you really want one he will do so, but don’t expect it to become a regular thing.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Oh he’s scarred many peoples eyes and mind because he simply “forgot” to lock the door and close the curtains/blinds. Poor Uramichi as if he hadn’t enough going on. He doesn’t really want to risk getting you pregnant though, so he will use a condom.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

He can go for a straight 3 or more rounds, it normally stops when it’s you that can’t take anymore not the other way round, he always waits until you’ve had your pleasure before he’ll stop.

T: Toys (do they use them)

Now he’d never admit it, but before you two started being sexual he had quite the few toys. He most likely had a flashlight, tenga egg and a cock ring for example. Them type of ones.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s the fairest of them all, he’d make sure your getting what you need and than sort himself out, he’s never once been unfair to you.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Now…this mans a full on moaner and he has no shame about it. He honestly has that type of pretty moan too, where he whimpers at the same time and he will not look away either. Oh and if your the one sucking him off, be prepared because he can’t hold back at all, it’s honestly like heaven to him.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

As already said he’s quite long compared to others, he reaches about 7.5 inches.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Probably around average but if you get him going well-

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

Will not go to sleep no matter what before you, it always has to be you that falls asleep first before he can fall into a slumber. He always wants to know your safe. And plus if you’ve fallen asleep he will clean you up if you haven’t already, and will leave some water and paracetamol next to you for when you wake up and if he leaves before you in the morning or wakes up before you he’ll always leave a little note next to you too.

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[izukult]

haikyuu boys and “icks”

oh you know i had to do it to em. i love these boys so much, but they’re on thin fucking ice. this is one of my favorite ones i’ve ever done.

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, yamaguchi, tsukishima, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kenma, kuroo, nishinoya, tanaka, asahi, atsumu, lev

hinata shoyo; emojis and names- “hi queen🥺👑” type of shit from this guy. it’s so disgusting. he absolutely has used 🤣 unironically- please buy him an old flip phone or something because he must be stopped. also has unironically said wifey before to his s/o- makes me physically sick.

kageyama tobio; running with a backpack on- the backpack is bumping up and down and it keeps hitting his back and he’s just hauling ass. sometimes, he’ll hold the straps and it just gets so much worse. he leans forward to counterbalance the weight of the backpack, and he trips a couple times because of it. meanwhile, his books and stuff just keep repeatedly hitting his tailbone.

oikawa toru; repeating a joke because no one laughed- this one makes me want to rip my hair out. he says it louder the second time, over emphasizing every other word and then he just looks at everyone in anticipation. gets overly cocky after the pity laughs.

sugawara koushi; crying listening to ed sheeran- he’s got his headphones in, volume all the way up, with really cheesy, radio popular ed sheeran songs blaring. he says that ‘the songs are really emotional’ and ‘his voice is moving’. once in public perfect came on and he teared up.

yamaguchi tadashi; baby talk- it’s not all the time but sometimes he’ll send “i’m sowwy 👉🥺👈” or anything with that emoji combo. it’s rare enough where you can just ignore it, but every time it happens it hits so hard that it kinda makes you consider ghosting him.

tskushima kei; begging for validation indirectly- he does something and then he’ll push up his glasses and be like “that was good, right?” in a cocky tone but won’t leave you alone until you answer. and there’s no winning either. if you compliment him, he gets over excited and if you put him down he gets angry and insecure and whiny (i.e. “what do you mean? of course i did that right, you’re just stupid).

bokuto kotaro; saying ‘this ones for you’ and then messing up- he just didn’t hit the ball as hard as he should’ve and the opposing team easily blocked it. he gets a little emo too and you have to COMFORT HIM about it. oh no💔

akaashi keiji; breathing with his mouth open- it’s only when he’s zoning out, really. he won’t be paying attention and the next thing he knows, he’s looking like a fish and he’s breathing aggressively loud. it’s that shallow huff kind of breathing, too.

iwaizumi hajime; waiting for the shower to heat up naked- IM SO SORRY BUT. awful. so embarrassing. just standing there,,,, reclining into himself,,,, awkwardly moving back and forth on his own two feet as he waits for the water to get hot. no one would actually see this one, but even just thinking about it makes me sick.

matsukawa issei; commenting ‘does she reply❤️😏” on celebrity or influencers posts- issei i’m begging someone to break your fucking phone. no, she doesn’t. no one cares, mattsun. please, i’m begging you delete social media.

hanamaki takahiro; typing ‘x’ after everything- “how are you xx?” so much worse now that youve said that, makki. he thinks it makes him charming and cute, but really he just sounds like a virgin 😞✋. overuses it when he likes someone, it’s really awful.

kenma kozume; going up the stairs on all fours- why was it necessary? are you laughing, kenma? was it more comfortable? we as people evolved for a reason. you have legs KENMA, please use them. he looks down the stairs after with a little sense of pride, makes it so much more nauseating.

kuroo tetsuro; sings the wrong lyrics too confidently- he’s off beat, he’s way too loud, and he doesn’t know the words at all. everything comes out a jumbled mess but it’s the only think you can hear. bonus: will look up lyrics and try to secretly read them so he can sing along. euthanize him.

nishinoya yu; dabs- the joke died so long ago (almost a decade ago) but that does not mean he will stop. he thinks it’s so funny and everytime he does it, your soul dies a little bit.

tanaka ryunosuke; purposefully trying to make you jealous- oh it’s so embarrassing and he’s so bad at it. comes off kinda creepy and a little douchey. you actually have to sit down with him and talk about this one because it needs to be stopped.

asahi azumane; crying on a rollercoaster- it’s about to start and he starts hitting the bar, and once the ride is already going he starts screaming about being let off. not only that, but he does it every time. why do you keep trying to ride them, asahi? just stay and watch everyone’s bags, jesus christ.

miya atsumu; asking ‘where’s my hug?’- says it way too loud, makes everyone uncomfortable. okay piss head, you would’ve gotten a hug either way but now you’ve kind of ruined it. has also probably told someone to ‘smile more’, resulted in him getting punched.

lev haiba; coming out of the fitting room to show his family his outfit- he’s surrounded by all those mirrors and he’s kind of hunched over. they make him do a little spin, and he’s stiff as a board. his mom still makes him show her even if he says the pants don’t fit.

#haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa x reader #sugawara x reader #yamaguchi x reader #tsukishima x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #nishinoya x reader #tanaka x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #asahi x reader #atsumu x reader #lev haiba x reader #hinata hcs #kageyama hcs #oikawa hcs #sugawara hcs #yamaguchi hcs #tskushima hcs #bokuto hcs #akaashi hcs #atsumu hcs #kuroo hcs #iwaizumi hcs

[pies-writes-and-more]

HIHIHI I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOURE UP FOR IT KASJHDASKD i was wondering if you could do tsukishima, akaashi, and kageyama (you dont have to do all of them if you dont want to) with a s/o who loves giving affection but doesn't really take it *seriously* when they recieve it? like they think that the character is joking bc they could never actually be that amazing? (sry if this made absolutely no sense just ignore it if you want kaskjasd)

Warnings: potentially some swearing, Akaashi saying “good girl” which I do think deserves a warning, Y/N having some insecure moments, but all fluffy endings promise!

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a fem!Reader

A/N: okay @lucyheartfilias-wife i know this took foREVER for me to finish and I’m so sorry xD but i kept going back and forth between ideas so this is what we ended up with! I hope they’re decent enough!! <3 Not of the following gifs are mine! Creds to the original creators :)

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima Kei

If Tsukishima knew one thing, it was that he was a lucky boy. Somehow he had managed to make a girl who was probably made of sunshine and rainbows, like him back and somehow figured out how to keep you around.

Although he always had an annoyed look on his face when they did, anytime the team asked about you or mentioned you to him, he was always happy to subtly brag about you.

“Our little Tsukishima has grown up hasn’t he?” Sugawara laughed, slapping pats to the back of the tall first year. “You’re not blackmailing her are you?” Tsukishima just rolled his eyes in response.

“It must be nice to have such a pretty girl around!” Noya whined loudly, punching the wall angrily.

“It is,” Tsukishima smirked, enjoying the immediate anger that Noya tried to turn on him. Daichi held the wild libero back with an exasperated smiled, shaking his head.

“She’s really smart too isn’t she?” Hinata gaped, having only really heard of this girl that Tsukishima was dating but Yamaguchi said it was a girl in their class so she had to be smart.

“Anyone’s smart compared to you,” Tsukishima scoffed but shrugged. “She’s the top of our class.”

Everyone made sounds of excitement and surprise, the upperclassmen nodding in approval, “Who knew this salty bean pole could find someone smart and pretty to like him back?” Tanaka snickered and Tsukishima just rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t meant to overhear the conversations happening in the club room but you were just waiting for your boyfriend against the railing. To say you were a bit embarrassed was an understatement. And that embarrassment was probably written all over your face because when Tsukishima finally came out, his cheeks turned pink seeing your expression.

“What?” He asked after a beat, avoiding your eyes as he started to walk towards the stairs.

“You know you don’t have to lie to your teammates right?” You asked him eventually, giving him a small smile. “I’m sure they know you’re just being nice.”

For once, you had actually surprised Tsukishima. Normally he could tell exactly what you were thinking but this time, he actually stopped in his steps and looked at you like you had grown a second head in the last few moments.

“Lie?” He asked, tilting his head up in thought before scoffing a bit, “What part of what I said was a lie? For that matter, how much of that nonsense did you hear?”

The word nonsense rang in your ear repeatedly, echoing all your insecurities further into your subconscious, “I dunno, how much were you saying?” You retorted, glancing at him with a shrug. “Come on, I wanna get home before it gets too dark,” you decided when he didn’t answer right away. The two of you started walking, Tsukishima clearly deep in thought because for once on your way home, he wasn’t complaining about the boys or listening to music. He was just… walking.

“When did I lie?” He finally asked at your doorstep, as if realizing if he didn’t ask now, he never would. He grabbed your wrist before you could turn away and leave without answering him, tugging you closer so he could look right into your eyes (he could always tell when you were lying to him).

“What?” You squirmed a bit. You knew exactly what he was asking but did you really want to admit it?

“You said I lied to my teammates. What did I lie about?” His frown was tight, eyes as serious as ever. “I’ve been thinking about everything I said to them and I can’t think of a lie that I told. Was it about everyone being smarter than Hinata? Because I really was telling the truth.” The little smirk at the end made you feel like he was trying to keep this lighthearted. But the topic weighed so heavily on both your shoulders.

You could feel Tsukishima keeping your gaze right on him, and knew if you looked away, he might just get more upset. So you were forced to just look at him awkwardly, as if he was looking through your very thoughts.

“I asked you out didn’t I?” He continued when you didn’t respond right away. “Doesn’t that make you my girlfriend?”

You let out a little laugh, surprised that that’s what he had come up with after that very silent walk home. “Yeah, I suppose so,” you smiled, finally pulling your eyes away from him and staring at your hands as you fiddled with your fingers.

“So what-”

“They’re just being nice,” you tried to tell him awkwardly, cutting him off from asking one more time. “I’m not… I’m not everything they’re pretending I am. And you don’t have to keep up the charade with them.”

Tsukishima’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what charade could you possibly be talking about.

“I know I’m not as pretty as your managers,” you explained quietly. “And I’m sure being surrounded by them all the time has got you having some high expectations and standards for girls. That’s why I was surprised when you asked me out… but I know it’s probably just cause we’re always together and we study together. I know I’m pretty helpful when it comes to schoolwork so-”

Tsukishima started laughing. Like genuinely, throwing his head back, from the bottom of his belly kind of laugh. Your eyes widened as you watched this normally cool and collected idiot snicker himself practically to death.

“T-Tsukishima?” You blinked, poking him a little to make sure he wasn’t just having some sort of weird seizure.

He finally ran out of breath, standing back up straighter than ever and hitting the top of your head (not as gently as he should’ve, how rude), “Listen here, shortie,” he huffed, leaning down slightly so you were forced to look at him. “I have high standards for anyone I even keep around me. The only one who’s exceeded my standards for dating though, is you.”

You watched him, blinking nervously as if he was going to laugh in your face again and tell you it was a joke.

“I didn’t lie to them, idiot,” he shook his head, flicking your forehead. “You’re way too pretty to be as self-conscious as you are.”

Words would never solve your self-consciousness, you knew this. But if there was ever a moment that would ever come close - it would be this one.

“Go inside alright,” he grinned at you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and shoving you closer to your door. “And the next time I compliment you, you better accept it.”

You couldn’t even retort anything back before he ushered you inside, gave you a cheeky wink, and started to head home.

You were still very bad at accepting Tsukishima’s compliments and almost felt tortured with how much he could try to get you to understand how much he loved you. So naturally, Tsukishima just did it more and more.

Everything you did became a compliment, just to make you all hot headed and make him chuckle. He would praise you for being one of the smartest people he knew after a test or assignment, he’d say you were the cutest person up on the stands after his volleyball games, would just shower you in aggressive amounts of affection (well aggressive for him).

And then one day…

One day you day you didn’t fight back as much. And Tsukishima just smiled because he would never say anything to you he didn’t mean.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi was literally an embodiment of everything that someone could want. He was calm and wonderfully humble, his voice was like a mellow song that you could fall asleep to and he had the most amazing biceps that just made your heart flutter every time you saw them.

He was everything you could ever dream of which was both incredible… and not at the same time. It almost hurt to know that he was this unobtainable boy standing near you. Sure, you were dating - but how long until he realized you were beneath him? How much longer would it take him to realize that there was better.

You couldn’t hide these thoughts from Akaashi and more often than not, he’d give you a look like I know what you’re thinking, stop that, and then tell you he loves you before you just nod and smile and try to focus on something else. He’d let it go there, but he’d probably spend the rest of the day with you trying to convince you he really meant it.

But today he wasn’t next to you to read your face. Today, he was going to be down on that court, showing off his incredible reflexes and sports ability, and you would be up here. Blending in with the crowd. You were a filler character - something to fill the stands with and not be noticed. Unoriginal. Boring.

“Y/N!” Bokuto ran to you, grinning as wide as ever. “Look what I brought you!” He held up Akaashi’s jacket happily, waving it over his head as he jumped up and down in front of you.

You tried to put on a smile, as if you hadn’t just been spinning in your insecurities a few seconds ago. Your eyes focused on the jacket that Bokuto was trying to put on you, blinking as you came to the realization that he had 100% stolen this from your boyfriend without his knowledge, “Bokuto, won’t he need this?” You offered with a small laugh.

He shook his head with a grin, “He practically discarded it somewhere. I thought I’d come bring it to you! It would probably make him super happy to see you in his jacket! And you look so cute in our colours!” Bokuto declared, patting your head. You tried to start telling him that he should bring it back and that you weren’t really sure Akaashi would want you wearing it, but suddenly you could hear his coach on the court screaming from him to get his ass back down there. “Whoops! Gotta run! Cheer hard for us!” Bokuto gave you a thumbs up before running down.

You stood there for a moment, face feeling hot as you start to smell Akaashi’s scent on the jacket. How did he manage to smell this good all the time?

You could hear whispers from people in the stands, some people wondering who you were or if you were Bokuto or Akaashi’s girlfriend, since it was Bokuto who gave you the jacket.

All the ruckus from his coach made Akaashi actually look over, smirking a bit while Bokuto was getting scolded. He sheepishly made his way over, trying to seem all innocent to his best friend.

“Where the hell even were you?” Akaashi asked, throwing him a toss as the boys warmed up.

“Oh! Just dropping something off to Y/N for you!” Bokuto grinned, nodding in your direction as he received the ball nice and high.

Akaashi shouldn’t have looked over. But he did. His eyes locked onto you and saw you in his jacket and for a moment, he definitely spaced out. His whole brain was just thinking about you and nothing else and he didn’t knock himself out of it until Bokuto’s pass knocked him right in the head.

“Akaashi! Are you okay?” Bokuto laughed, knowing the pass had been pretty soft. Akaashi’s cheeks turn a bit pink as he shook it off, running after the ball.

You were wearing his jacket. And you looked so good in it.

After a complete win for the game, Akaashi was so hyped up to see you. You had worn his jacket the whole game and he had to avoid looking at you because you were just so distracting.

But now that it was over, he wanted nothing more than to swoop you into a hug and admire you. You gave him a huge grin when you caught up with the team, excitedly cheering them for their win and giving Bokuto high fives.

Akaashi watched you with a small smile on his face. You glanced over at him and gave a nervous sort of smile, noting there was a difference in how he was looking at you. “Oh! Here, you’ll get cold soon when your adrenaline stops pumping,” you said, pulling the jacket off.

“It’s alright,” he insisted, smirking a bit down at you. “You look gorgeous, I don’t want you to take it off,” he admitted with a smile, patting your head adoringly.

Your face gets all hot again, avoiding his eyes quickly, “Alright alright, Mr. High Off Of A Win,” you laughed nervously, poking at his chest gently. He raised an eyebrow at your dismissive behaviour.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t go spreading stuff that isn’t true,” you shrugged, shoving your hands in the jacket pocket. Sure, you liked the jacket but there was no way you were as pretty as he was making you out to be. Gorgeous? No way.

Akaashi’s eyes darkened slightly hearing this, taking your chin into his fingers and tilting your chin up so you were forced to look at him, “You think I’d lie to you?”

The question made you shrink inside, noting his hardened expression. He didn’t like it when you were hard on yourself, always made you notice all the little great things about you. But this wasn’t a private conversation, and people were starting to stare, which just made your face go even warmer. “N-No,” you mumble out shyly, trying to look away but he kept your gaze.

“Good girl,” he smirked at you, tapping your nose gently, “Now take the compliment. And wear my jacket more often, alright?”

You couldn’t help but nod at that point, Akashi smiling in his satisfaction before dragging you off for the team’s celebratory meal. The pit in your stomach that liked to tell you you were a filler character was slightly less intense now, after talking to your boyfriend. Akaashi had such an effect on you and there was no denying it. How could a guy like that be with a girl like you, you would never understand. But there was such an honesty in his eyes, and he was right after all, he wasn’t the type to lie about these things… so maybe. Just maybe. There was some truth to it.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama wasn’t the best at noticing hints and subtle things, and honestly, he’d rather if people were just blunt and to the point with him. But with you, he knew that he would have to learn between the lines. It wasn’t because you weren’t great at communication (and let’s be honest, even if you were bad at it, Kageyama was in NO place to call you out on that), but rather, Kageyama understood that at some point in relationships, it was important to see what the other person wanted.

So when he started really trying to read you, he found himself almost discouraged by a reoccurring instance.

It was real subtle at first, and in that moment, Kageyama probably wouldn’t have noticed. But he probably just smile at you and press a kiss to your forehead, thanking you for always thinking of him.

“You’re always so thoughtful, Y/N. I appreciate what you do for me,” he told you, almost like he was thanking a teacher for their help on homework which just made you laugh.

“Don’t be silly, Kageyama, it’s just a milk box,” you insisted, giving a little wave to his teammates before he left.

But it wasn’t just a milk box and even Kageyama could see that. He had forgotten his lunch today and you had shared yours with him. But he always had a milk with his lunch and you didn’t have one, but he didn’t have the chance to actually buy one before he had to head back to classes. He didn’t think he had mentioned anything about the milk, or even hesitated to eat without it. But you had still gone out of your way to buy one for him and bring it to him after classes.

You had even apologized that it was later than he usually had his milk, as if you should’ve known to get it earlier. Kageyama was amazed that you even went and bought him one. He held the box in his hands for a moment before getting called over to start practice, promising himself to have the drink right after practice.

It wasn’t just that you brushed off his appreciation for what you did for him. Kageyama always felt something was wrong when he complimented you. So much so, he had to awkwardly ask his upperclassmen for help.

“Oh our little Kageyama needs help with his girlfriend hmmm?” Tanaka laughed, hands on his hips like he was some sort of relationship expert.

“I dunno why you’d come to us,” Daichi admitted with a smirk, leaning against a nearby wall as he considered the question. “It’s not like any of us are really all that experienced with girls.”

“But you know how to… communicate,” Kageyama explained, playing with his fingers as he shyly stared at the floor. “I’m just worried I’m… doing that thing that Hinata says I do. Where I think I’m complimenting her but I’m actually hurting her.”

Sugawara chuckled and threw his arm around his first year’s neck, fluffing up his hair playfully, “Aw! Little Tobio is growing up!”

“What kinds of things are you saying to her?” Asahi asked, offering Kageyama a smile as the blueberry boy tried to fix his now messed up hair.

Kageyama thought about it for a moment, not having to think that far back to remember an example. “This morning, she was wearing her hair differently,” Kageyama told them, gesturing towards his hair as if to act out how her hair was. “And I told her she looked very pretty.”

The boys just looked at him, as if expecting for there to be more. “Okay and?” Noya piped up, shrugging.

“That’s it,” Kageyama blinked. “Should I have said something else?”

“Why would you say something else, Kageyama?” Daichi raised an eyebrow, noting the distress in the setter’s eyes.

Kageyama huffed, remembering how you awkwardly turned away, as if he had said something brash, “She just said ‘you don’t have to do that, Kageyama’ and changed the subject. But I don’t know what she meant. Was… Was I not supposed to tell her? She did look very pretty but should I have kept that to myself?”

Sugawara gave him a sympathetic smile, “I think you did fine, Kageyama, don’t worry! Maybe she was just embarrassed.”

The others agreed, Tanaka explaining to him that some people were bashful when it came to their appearances.

“But she’s the most perfect being in the whole country!” Kageyama burst out, his forehead creased with concern. “Why shouldn’t I tell her?”

“Just in the country?” Asahi chuckled and Sugawara smacked his arm.

“Don’t tease him, I don’t think Kageyama has ever left the country!”

“Maybe she’s just not used to you complimenting her. Like how you weren’t too used to holding hands with her at the beginning of your relationship,” Daichi offered, remembering how red the boy’s face was you first took his hand at a tournament. He didn’t even know he had to hold your hand back and just had his hand staying there stiff.

Kageyama nodded slowly - he could understand that. It just took some time and then he was okay with it eventually. Now he would grab your hand out of instinct and it wasn’t something foreign to him.

After talking to his upperclassmen, Kageyama felt a little better. Perhaps it wasn’t his words then, maybe he just had to do it more.

But after a week of trial and error, Kageyama still couldn’t understand why you still seemed so uncomfortable. The day after consulting the second and third years, Kageyama had told you he really liked the way you hummed and that you had a really nice voice (he really did like it, it was his favourite thing to listen to).

But you just flickered your eyes away from him, offering a nervous laugh, “It’s nothing,” you mumbled before quickly asking him about his practice schedule.

So Kageyama thought maybe you just didn’t like talking about your singing. So when the two of you were studying, you noticed his laser focus wasn’t on his work but instead on you. His eyes were so trained on you, it was like how he was on the volleyball court.

“Kageyama?” You blinked in surprise, catching him staring at you. “Are you alright?”

“You’re really smart, Y/N!” He blurted out, a firm nod afterwards like confirming what he was saying. “I appreciate you always coming to help me work!”

But you just squirmed in your seat, turning your eyes back to your work, “I really don’t know all that much.”

It had been a week of this back and forth, Kageyama desperately trying to find what was going on. Was it him? Was he just not using the right words? Could he actually be being really rude and didn’t realize it? Was it his face? Was he supposed to smile more?

Finally, Kageyama felt like he was at the end of his rope. He didn’t know what to do now.

“The sunset is really pretty today!” You beamed as the two of you walked home from his practice. He glanced over and noticed the brilliant colours in the sky. It looked nice sure, but how could you understand that that looked pretty and you didn’t?

“I think you’re prettier.” He stated simply. Kageyama didn’t really know what lines were cheesy and what weren’t. But you did and your face just overheated immediately in response.

“K-Kageyama, don’t say things like that!” You insisted, staring to walk ahead.

“Wait!” Kageyama yelped, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back to him. “What am I doing wrong?” he asked you desperately, his eyes wide and searching yours for some sort of answers.

You stared at him for a moment, confused by his words, “Wrong?” You repeated softly, noticing how upset he looked.

“I…” Kageyama’s voice faltered as he watched your eyes. “I keep trying to tell you how amazing you are. You do all these things for me, you help me when I’m upset and you always help me train. You throw balls for me and Hinata, even when you’d rather be at home. You call me during my jogs just to keep me company. You bring me milk when I forget mine. And you always compliment me when I’m feeling like I’m not 100%… so what am I doing wrong? Because everything I say to you… it doesn’t seem to work.”

Something in you clicked. Is this why Kageyama had been acting so weird this week?

“Kageyama… I do all that because I like you and I want you to be your best,” you explained softly. “And I compliment you because I mean it! Not because I’m trying to make you feel better. Or try to boost your self-esteem.”

There was something in your tone that Kageyama couldn’t place. What was that in your voice?

“Why are you sad when I try to tell you things?” Kageyama was practically begging you for an answer. He didn’t understand how to read things from your tone, he wanted to desperately to understand but he just couldn’t grasp it. “Sugawara told me that complimenting people on things makes them feel good… am I doing it wrong? Please just tell me, I’ll be better! I’ll be the best boyfriend!”

Your smile was almost sad and Kageyama’s heart tugged a little in his chest, “I don’t want you to say things because you feel like you have to say them,” you sighed softly, now avoiding his eyes. “I know my hair is a mess most of the time, I know that my singing isn’t some professional level shit, and I know I’m not the model kind of girl or those gorgeous girls who come to your games. I don’t need you to try and convince me otherwise…”

Kageyama’s mind felt like it was blowing up. What were you talking about?

“Don’t be so stupid,” Kageyama whined, huffing at you and poking your forehead, “You think I’m lying about these things? You think I say them because I feel like I have to?” Kageyama shook his head, taking your face into his hands. “I’m not the best with words, I know this. But you are…” Kageyama’s face twisted into a funny expression as he tried to find the words he wanted, “the most perfect thing. You’re like when I make a perfect set and the spike goes right past the blockers!”

You couldn’t help but smile as he went on talking about volleyball. You weren’t surprised - he often related things to volleyball to understand better.

“You… are the perfect jump serve. Seeing you is like I’m winning full sets at Nationals!” He expressed, looking at you with wide eyes in hopes you were understanding. “I’m not trying to make you feel better about yourself, Y/N. You are everything I could possibly want. You make me feel like volleyball isn’t the only thing that matters anymore. I want to hear you sing all the time and I love your hair no matter how you think it looks.”

Your eyes were welling up with tears as he spoke dramatically, looking up at the sky as if that would help him figure out his sentences better. When he finally looked back at you, he jumped back almost immediately in fear.

“N-No! Don’t cry! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have brought up volleyball again! I-”

You laughed and quickly shook your head, grasping his hands in yours, “Happy tears, Kageyama,” you explained softly, almost immediately burying your face in his chest as you drew him closer for a hug. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Kageyama wasn’t really sure what you were thanking him for but he hugged you tightly anyways. He hated seeing you cry and he would squeeze them all out of you until there was none left if he had to. “You are very pretty.” He stated, pressing a kiss to your head.

And this time, you didn’t argue. You just stayed there in his arms, and listened to the genuineness in his voice.

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[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

could we get some headcanons for when the turtles s/o comes to the lair drunk af after a night out with the girls? (type of drunk is up to you)

Leo

Ok so you’re drunk as all hell and you know Leo will be pissed if he finds you like that

so you’re creeping back into the lair

it’s so dark but you don’t want to turn on any lights in case that draws more attention

you’re tip toeing around, heels in hand and being as quiet as possible

going to the fridge to get some water to hydrate like a good girl

that’s when you hear an “eh hmm” from behind you and you know you’ve been caught 

“I was so quiet and it’s hella dark, how did you even know I was here you freakin’ ninja” you slur out every word

“Darling” he starts “all the lights are on, you’re just wearing sunglasses inside. You crept past Donnie and he came and told me. How many drinks have you had”

you decide now is not the time to lie

“Too many..”

he half smiles

“did you have fun?”

“it was a blast!” you perk saying that, clearly he’s not as angry as you thought he’d be

he tells you to drink your water and come to bed

He already has a bucket at the side of the bed and some painkillers and water on the nightstand for the morning when you inevitably wake up hungover

the next morning you get a lecture tho

Raph

so Raph is a safety first kinda bf

and you walking home drunk is not very safety first

so you gotta keep it on the hush hush that you’ve had a few (or 10) too many

you go to the bedroom and in your state you decide the best way to show that you’re sober is to turn on all the lights and sing (a bit too loudly) to yourself as you get ready for bed

this immediately wake him up and rings alarm bells for him

“I’m hoommeee” you sing “It was a good night, only a few drinks so don’t worry, I’m fine-” you slip off the side of the bed and onto the floor

“But I have a headache so I might be a bit off”

“A headache, huh?” he questions

he gets out of bed and goes over to give you a kiss

as he pulls away he smells you a little

“Tequila. You stink of it. I ain’t ever known a sober person to reek of that shit”

you’ve been caught. oh shit

after wanting to know how many blocks home you walked alone and a bunch of other stuff he decides that he’ll let this one slip

that is until you start puking

“God you’re a sloppy drunk” he comments while holding your hair back

he ends up putting you to bed and staying up most of the night to make sure you don’t puke in your sleep and die

he wasn’t happy the next morning

a tired Raph is a grumpy Raph

Mikey

Mikey is chill as always

concerned for your safety but he knows you can handle yourself

so when you get back, he is all over you

“Don’t spin me so fast or I’m gonna throw up” you cover your mouth to make sure you don’t

he seizes the opportunity

“Oh, ok. You should eat then. Do you want some nice fried eggs? Or some greasy bacon? Or how about a big sloppy pizza?”

you start to retch

he realises that maybe this was a mistake 

bless him he sits with you for an hour in the bathroom stroking your hair and telling you how pretty you look even with your makeup smeared from a long night

eventually you go to bed but he ends up waking up every half hour just to make sure you’re ok and check up on you

the next morning he makes you a nice, stomach friendly breakfast

but also insists you guys play a drinking game that night

such a bad influence 

Donnie

Donnie didn’t even think you were coming back to the lair that night

he just assumed you’d stay with friends

but when you burst into the lab and demand to sit on his lap and touch everything he catches on that maybe you’re a little drunk

“Hey hey, hey Donnie check this out!” you say as you run your finger through the flame of the Bunsen burner repeatedly “that’s gonna sting tomorrow” you laugh

he quickly pulls it away from you with a “be careful, you’ve had so much your breath is probably flammable”

but this only excites you “Like a dragon!” you gasp

oh no

he has to pick you up and forcibly make you go to bed

the entire time you won’t shut up

“do you think dragons breath flammable gas and have an ignition thingy in their throat that causes the fire or do you think that they breath something that turns to fire when it reacts to the oxygen in our atmosphere? Or-!”

he puts a finger on your lips

“Pet, I love you. Remember that I love you. But for the love of all the is holy please stop talking and drink this water”

you make a compromise of you’ll sleep and drink plenty of fluids if he agrees to go to bed with you

it doesn’t take you long to pass out with Donnie’s arms wrapped protectively around you

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[meetmymouth]

cause i’m high, chewing on your taste : harry styles imagine

warnings: SO MUCH filth. sub!harry. h in fishnets. pegging. and more. word count: 6k+

The room is hot. So hot. His own sharp breathing and the puffs coming out of his mouth ring in his ears and he feels his chest tighten with adrenaline. Harry keeps thrusting his hips and the throaty groans fills the room as his cock repeatedly make contact with the cold sheets. He can feel the sweat running down his chest and back, and the ones racing each other down his calves create damp spots on the bed, mixing in with the sticky, glistening precum.

His pink mouth forms an ‘o’ as he keeps one hand on the bed and brings the other to his nipples and starts tweaking them. Without slowing down his movements, he briefly glances back, towards where she’s watching him with hungry eyes.

"Fuck," he lets out when she brings the pink dildo up to her mouth and licks the tip without breaking eye contact. She's holding it by the silicone balls, circling the object around her now spit-covered lips.

She comes closer and Harry feels the wind from her movement hit his back.

"Slow down. Don't come yet," she mutters, and puts the dildo at his feet and he falls on the bed, face and cock down.

"Mmm," Harry lets out, eyes closed and the sweat on his forehead makes him feel like he’s  drowning in salt water.

"Ready?" she kneels on the bed and drags a finger down his sweaty back.

Harry feels spent as his cock keeps twitching where it's squeezed between the sheets and his body.

"Please just- just do something," he mumbles, trying to form coherent words but they all come out slurred as his body feels like there are hundreds of ants crawling on him.

"I will. I'll take care of you baby. I promise."

When he slightly lifts his heavy head from the now-sweaty pillow, she’s reaching his side of the bedside table and he watches her in awe as she rummages around.

Her boobs are almost spilling out of the lace bra, the thin material doing nothing to cover her hardening nipples that are peeking out from the see-through fabric. Her hips look delicious, peeking from the sides of her thong and her pussy is barely covered with the fabric. Harry glances down at the crotch and sees the lips overlapping over the fabric due to how tiny it is and he feels his cock twitch at the sinful sight. When she finds whatever she was looking for, she turns to Harry's spent frame on the bed and hums.

"You going to be a good boy, hm?"

He looks up and whines at her, eyes almost closed and cock still oozing out precum.

"Feel like someone's punched my dick," he mutters and her eyes catches the movement of his dry lips.

She chuckles and Harry gets a chance to look at what she's been holding in her hand. A bottle of half-empty lube and a pink, glittery buttplug -one they mostly use on her- that he knows she's sterilised the night before. At the sight of it, Harry feels his puckered hole clench in eagerness and a thrill of excitement runs through his body.

They rarely do this. It's always Harry taking care of her and her body. But there's a side of Harry that loves to be taken care of- properly. That side of him loves to be babied, sometimes to be punished, and to feel small, vulnerable... available. Open to anything she is willing to give him, do to him. He's never trusted anyone this much to let them see this side of him before. He knows the media and the fans, they all have various perceptions of him; different fantasies and rumours. But Harry's only himself, truly himself, whenever it's her taking care of him and they both give no fucks about what people may think about their sex life. Also, it’s not like they talk about it with others. Harry feels comfortable enough in his skin and himself in general and he's truly happy to have a strong, equally confident woman to accompany himself while he explores everything there's to be explored regarding sex and touching in general.

"Ready?"

Her voice cut through the little bubble he was in and he raises his head to have a look at what she's doing.

The plug she was holding is now on the bedside table and she gets on the bed. Harry lets her pull his legs apart and she places her body between them.

He hisses when his dick makes contact with the sheets while he turns, and she touches the back of his thigh, as if to calm him down. If only, her touch riles him up more and he feels his dick giving a twitch in interest.

"Please do something, 'm so hard."

"I will, just be patient,” she promises, warm breath hitting his ass and his bum clenches on instinct at the feeling.

She pulls them apart and her pussy tingles at the sight of his hole, now clenching and unclenching due to the attention that is being given to it. She presses a wet kiss on his left cheek and Harry thrusts up his hips.

"Come on, love. Give it a kiss. Give me somehtin',"

"Get on all fours, please."

He obeys and she gets a better look at his hole with the new position.

"Mm, look so good," she licks a long stripe from the balls up to his hole and pleasure runs through his whole body, especially the tip of his cock.

She backs away slightly and admires the now-darkened and spit covered patch of hair there.

"God I'm dripping just by looking at your hole," she mutters, all quiet as if she's letting Harry in on a secret. "Want more?"

"Yes, yes yes yes. Give me more."

She surges forward and noses at his balls. Her mouth fills with saliva at the musky scent and she brings out her tongue giving generous licks to his balls before she brings her tongue upwards and presses it on his hole.

"Oh fuck, baby,” Harry groans, toes curling at the sensation.

It slightly feels odd but a good kind of odd, Harry decides. He wants to reach for his cock, maybe give it a squeeze, but with the feeling of saliva running down his ass he decides to stay still and enjoy whatever is being given to him.

She starts circling her tongue around his rim and he goes crazy. He’s a blabbering, whimpering mess and it makes her want to give him more.  

“Do you like it?” She asks in between licks and a ‘nngh’ leaves Harry’s mouth, pressing his ass into where he knows her face is.

Her mouth makes wet sounds as she keeps licking into his rim, her hands on the cheeks, keeping them apart for easy access. She feels herself getting worked up at the savoury taste of his ass and the way the hair between his cheeks makes her tongue feel slightly numb. Feeling more confident, she licks her middle finger, coating it well with her spit and circles it around the rim. He starts squirming- as much as he can, and a series of ‘more’s leave his mouth as his hips attempt to thrust, to help her finger glide around the rim easier.

She doesn’t give him more though. She brings her hand to her mouth again, licking a long stripe along the palm and bringing it to his cock. He starts panting as she gives his cock, now very erect against his stomach, two very slow tugs.

“You’re so hard... god,” she muses.  

She can’t even see his full length due to their position but she knows he’s oozing precum from his possibly very pink tip. To confirm her thoughts, she rubs her index finger on the tiny slit and smirks at the warm liquid. Ignoring Harry’s whimpers, she brings the hand back to his ass and smears the tiny dollop of precum on his rim.  

“Jesus, if you don’t put that fuckin’ finger in me,” Harry snaps, but she slaps his left bum cheek at the sudden outburst, sending a vibration to his cock.

“I told you to be good, didn’t I? Do you want to jerk that cock off yourself? Or bend backwards and fuck your ass with your own tongue?”

“Fuck, ‘m sorry,” he pants and she hears the roughness in his voice. “Please baby, I’m so worked up.”

“Patience.”

When he doesn’t feel either a tongue or a finger against him, he glances back and finds her with a pair of fishnet tights in her hands.

They maintain eye contact for a couple of seconds and Harry’s eyes keep blinking slowly, giving away how spent he already feels but he perks up as soon as Y/N waves the garment in her hands.

“Wanna put this on?”  

He gulps and changes his position, coming to sit in front of her, knees touching. He stares at the tights for another second then she grabs him by the neck, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Their teeth clash, all muffled moans and breaths, and Harry takes the tights from her hands, letting her lick his bottom lip before they part.

“Good boy,” she encourages him and drags a finger down the patch of hair between his ferns.  

As he puts his legs through the fishnet, he shudders at how the fabric makes his legs itch and when they're fully on, her eyes widen at the obscene look of his cock. Trapped in the fishnet, his cock rests on his belly and she reaches forward to touch the tip where a part of the skin is peeking through the holes.

"Jesus, your cock's dripping."

"Please," he's all whines and pleas and she wants to give it to him, she really does.

"Get on the bed, like before."

Harry places himself on the bed, on all fours just like before and she comes close to brush his sweaty hair back. He looks up at the loss of touch and watches her reach for the buttplug on the bedside table.

He thinks back to the first time they used it. Harry remembers how nervous he had been the night before and how she repeatedly reassured him that they could just use it on her or not use it at all. But he had been determined. It wouldn't be the first time his ass would get special treatment. Harry's never shied away from any of his kinks; he liked things that others- especially men would consider as freaky or weird. So what he liked when his girlfriend put a finger up his ass? Or when she used her tongue?

They've also been toying with the buttplug idea. It started off as a joke when he took it out of her one time, the muscle clenching around nothing, and put it in his mouth, tongue darting out to swirl around the wet plug obscenely. He remembers how hot and turned on he felt under her hungry gaze and at the taste of salty and cold metal in his mouth.

When he hears the familiar sound of a lid closing, he perks up and his eyes search for her.

“Okay, baby. I want you to relax now,” she declares, as she uses her lube-coated finger to push in between one of the holes of the fishnet tights and tease around his rim, without pushing her finger in.

It’s too much for Harry. The fishnet feels tight around his legs and he groans at the feeling of the fabric stretching on his bottom half as she keeps massaging the area around his rim. “Fuck, please. More,” he whimpers and tries to glance down at his trapped cock inside the fishnet.

“What do you want? Want me to put it in?”

“Yes, please just- put it in.”

Harry’s whimpers fill the room, legs shaking from anticipation, and she finally presses her lubed up finger into his rim, watching in awe as his hole quite literally sucks her finger in. She presses harder, now fully putting it in, and he cries out in pleasure.

“Good?” She asks but Harry’s too gone to form any coherent words.

He lets out a ‘nngh’ and pushes his ass back into the finger as he starts fucking himself with her index finger. She too feels herself getting worked up, her pussy getting wetter by the second at the sight of him pushing his fishnet-clad ass back and forth and without thinking, she brings her other hand down her thong, collecting her wetness and rubbing the nub with her middle finger.

“Look at you,” she whispers and Harry lets out another moan. “Harry Styles getting his arse finger-fucked. Mmm, keep going baby.”

“Oh fuck, so good. Give me more, come on,” Harry starts begging, ass never slowing its movement.

Her finger feels like it’s ripping something apart in him, the rim feeling slightly sensitive as the lube starts losing its effect. She collects more of her wetness and takes her hand out of her knickers, careful not to lose any of it as she brings her fingers to his rim. “Gonna put another finger in, that okay?”

Despite not being able to see his face, she watches as he nods his head and lets out another whimper. She licks her lips at the sight of his hole loosening up as she takes her finger out, and his rim clenches around nothing. Before adding another finger, she smears her wetness she’s collected from her pussy, watching as he shakes his ass in slight movements as if to help her spread the wetness better. Deciding against more lube, she presses both fingers in his hole but this time, Harry takes it like a champ as profanities fall from his mouth.

“God, baby you’re making me so, so wet. Look at you,” she whispers and the filthy words go straight to his cock.

“I need to touch it, please,” he whimpers and holding himself up with one hand, he brings the other one down to his cock without waiting for her reply.

He touches the hardened length through the fabric, precum extending to the heel of his hand in the process.

He feels her palm numbing up due to the uncomfortable fabric, but before he can continue to rub his cock through the fishnets, her free hand slaps his sweaty back. “What are you doing?”

He whimpers, “I- I just need something, ‘m so hard,” and his head falls as he feels his chest tighten at how worked up he is.

She spreads the sweat with her palm and brings it towards his ass. “You’re such a brat, Harry. Look at you squirming under your girlfriend’s touch. What would people say if they saw how desperate you were to get your cock played with while your girl’s fingering your ass, huh?”

He lets out a loud moan as he imagines people watching him take it from behind. Harry could be a lot of things in bed; a dom who can fuck his lover into the sheets and make her cry out in both pain and pleasure, a sub who’s willing to take some fingers up his ass and submit to his lover’s orders, a kinky little shit who liked both to choke and to be choked… but he was also a shameless bastard who could get off to the thought of people watching him getting dominated and fingered by her hot as fuck girlfriend.

Goosebumps appear on his dampened skin as her short fingernails travel from his back, down to his waist, stopping there and applying pressure until tiny crescents appear just below his waist. Harry tries to moan but only a gasp of breath leaves his mouth. As he tries arching his back as much as he can while on all fours, she gets her fingers back to work. Her two fingers find his already loose hole and presses them inside, earning a grunt from Harry as her name falls from his lips.

She smirks despite knowing he can’t see it and starts scissoring her fingers, coaxing him open.

“You good?” She asks, her warm breath hitting his ass as she gets closer and closer to lean her forehead on it.

Harry’s proper squirming under the touch, ass feeling like it’s being ripped open and cock still longing for her touch, mouth, tongue… anything really. Despite the pain his dick is causing him, the pleasure inside his ass outweighs it and a ‘fuck, yeah’ leaves his mouth.

“I’ll stop now,” she hums and slowly retracts her fingers.

The obscene sight of her fingers coming out of him sends a wave of pleasure to her pussy and a ‘fuck’ leaves her own mouth.

She then reaches the buttplug on the bedside table, Harry lifting up his head to watch the movement. She takes it in her hand and then presses the other on his back, wordlessly encouraging him to relax as she finds the lube and coats his rim generously. Without any warning, she pushes it in, the plug going in without much effort since his puckered hole is all wet and loose thanks to her tongue and fingers. He lets out a cry and a series of ‘fuck’s, panting as she keeps pushing the plug further in, to prevent it from slipping out of him. As uncomfortable as it feels at first, he also feels turned on and the hardness in the fishnet tights explains everything.

“Good boy, all full now,” she murmurs and Harry turns his head towards her, watching as she shuts her eyes and her wet fingers travel to her mouth.

He decides to turn half of his body rather than only his face, not wanting to miss anything. Feeling full with the plug inside him, he, in a way, crawls on his knees and the plug moves slightly as his buttcheeks rub each other while doing so.

“Gonna lick it?” she asks, motioning the fingers that were inside him a minute ago, all wet and sticky.

He nods his head, all doe-eyed and waits for his prize as she opens her own mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers. When she opens her eyes, Harry’s eyes following the movement of her tongue, not wanting to miss how she makes a show of sucking them. They make eye contact and she sees the hunger in his eyes, hair now sticking to his forehead from all the sweating.

“Come get a taste, big boy,” she murmurs as soon as she takes them out of her mouth and  the filthy suggestion would make Harry cum right then and there if he didn’t know better.

He’s now fully in front of her, knees still on the bed, and he opens his mouth. She gives another lick to her fingers for show and brings them to Harry’s mouth, pressing down on the back of his tongue as he closes his mouth around her fingers.

“Look at you,” she pants when she feels him suck on them and it sends a shiver down her body to her pussy.

He keeps sucking on the fingers, ignoring the savoury taste of them and he watches with slit-eyes as she reaches and tweaks one of his nipples.

God, even his nipples were hard. He loved it. He went crazy for it whenever she played with his nipples. Even in the mellow light of the room, she notices how his pupils enlarge as soon as her fingers make contact with his now hardened nipples. She keeps pinching and rubbing the nub between her thumb and index finger and takes her fingers out of his mouth.

“Look at that cock, baby. God, you’re so hard,” she’s now admiring the sight in front of her, feeling close to tears from the wetness she’s been feeling inside the thong.

Harry’s in front of her, knees bent and his hard length squeezed between the waist of his fishnet tights and his lower stomach. The tip faces upwards, already reddened from the rush of blood and still leaking precum all over and from the holes of the fabric. She reaches and touches her index finger from between one of the holes to the tip, trying to gather as much as she can from the slit. He hisses, his hands coming to grab her wrist as he tries to hold onto something.

She leans forward, pecking the corner of his mouth, and licks his bottom lip as he lets out a whine. When he tries grabbing one of her boobs with, to play with and squeeze them, she’s the one grabbing her wrist this time.

“No. If you touch me without my permission,” she starts, twitching one of his nipples and he hisses. “We’ll have to cage that beautiful cock.”

He whimpers at the provocative threat, head falling back as Y/N glances down at his balls, mouth watering at the sight of them trapped under the fishnet. “God, look at you,” she whispers dreamily and lowers herself until her face is level with his balls.

At the anticipation of what’s coming next, he bites down hard on his bottom lip and lets out a series of ‘fuck’s and ‘shit’s. Satisfied with how worked up he looks, she surges forward licks a long stripe up his cock, the fishnet feeling like a barrier between her tongue and his balls. Regardless, he looks down, watching her tongue at work as he whines at the feeling of her pink, warm tongue on his sensitive balls.

He tries bucking up his hips and she takes her mouth off of his balls. “Don’t be a brat, now. Come on, lay on your back for me.”

All doe-eyed and parted mouth, Harry obeys and moves on the bed, laying on his back. He hisses when he feels the plug up his ass and tries to find a position better suited for him with the plug all snug inside him.

She watches as he gulps, eyes glued to her face, body, especially her hard nipples that are peeking through the lace. He wants to reach and touch them, put his mouth on them, squeeze them. He then glances down, eyes focusing on her pussy. He knows she’s soaking inside.

He knows, if he were to reach and run a finger through that cunt, his finger would be coated with her wetness and God, he would give anything at this moment to have a taste. He imagines his cock, his hard, aching cock rubbing between her walls, the pink tip getting soaked with her wetness as he spreads it further around her pussy. And then he would get inside that cunt, slowly pushing and pushing and pushing until his cock is buried deep, so deep inside her. And she would scream, beg, as he keeps fucking into her, her fingers scratching his back, leaving red, painful marks.

Then, without stopping the movement of his hips for a second, he would reach down and take one of her nipples inside his warm mouth, pink lips wrapping around the sensitive nub. He would suck on it until the flesh looked all red, dotted like a strawberry and then he would use his teeth, biting into it hard, so hard until she squirms under him asking for mercy. As he keeps imagining the ways he would own her body, fuck her senseless and dominate her, he is surprised by a light smack on her knee. His eyes dart back to her face and sees her tongue darting out like a kitten, to wet her lips.

“Good?” She asks, her tone free from any teasing. She reaches forward and pushes his hair back.

He nods and his eyes widen as soon as he spots the pink, rubbery object in her other hand that she was sucking on minutes before.

“Shit,” he lets out, voice hoarse and it makes her smirk.

She helps him part his legs and sits knees bent between them, bringing the dildo up to her mouth. And at the sight, Harry wishes someone would cut his balls and dick off so that he wouldn’t think of coming.

“Touch me,” he whimpers and she sucks on the dildo harder.

“Mm,” she takes it out. “I will. I’ll give it to you. You want that?”

There’s saliva dripping down her chin and he thinks it’s so fucking hot. He grips the sheets under him so that his arms don’t reach out and touch her wet chin.

“Yes,” he whines. “Yes, fuck, please. Please fuck me. It hurts-”

“I will. I will fuck you. I’ll fuck your little hole baby,” she helps him raise his legs so that his rim is visible to her. “I’ll fuck it just like you fuck my ass. You deserve it, don’t you?”

“Shit, please… please fuck my ass,” Harry babbles on, hands gripping the sheets tighter. He wants to rip out the plug in his ass and push it back in. In and out, in, out, until he’s satisfied.

She swirls her tongue around the thick dildo, coating it with saliva further and reaches for the forgotten lube on the bed. As the bottle opens and closes, the familiar sound makes Harry perk up and he lets out another whimper, knowing so well what’s coming next. He lifts up his legs and puts his arms underneath them for support while his buttcheeks part at the movement, the plug peeking between the cheeks.

She reaches down and traces the metal with her fingertips, making Harry groan at the sensation that spreads around his whole body. She hums, giving another look at him before she grabs the plug by the head.

“Ssh, Harry. Relax,” she whispers, voice as soft as silk, then proceeds to take it out of him and when she’s taking the plug out, the wetness from his ass coats some of the strings of the fishnet. It comes out easily, leaving the ring of muscle behind all loose, clenching around nothing, so open and ready for something else to fill him up again.

Harry keeps begging and begging, voice nearly gone, over and over again as she throws the plug on the floor mindlessly and grabs the pink, already lubed up dildo.

She gently touches his feet. “Hey, look at me.”

Despite the gentle touch and her coaxing, Harry doesn’t reply, green eyes focused on the dildo.

“Ready for something bigger, hm?”

“Yes,” he pants. “Fuck. ‘m ready. So fuckin’ ready.”

He tries shifting his bottom half as if he would feel the long object inside him if he were closer to it. Before she puts anything near his ass, she reaches with one hand and swiftly rips the fabric around the bottom area, gaining her a better access to his ass. They both startle at the sound of the fabric being torn apart and Harry more than her, feels his balls tighten at the dirtiness of it.

Grinning at his eagerness, she coats his rim with more lube just in case, earning a breathless ‘ah’ from Harry. “Doing so, so good for me.”

“Yeah?” He pants, arms grabbing his legs tighter.

“Yeah, baby,” she whispers and rubs the dildo around his rim, collecting more lube on the pink object. “Such a good boy for me.”

“Fuck. Thank you, thankyouthankyou,” he practically melts under the praise. “Fuck me, please, fuck me,” he whimpers under her touch and she pushes it in, watching in awe at how easily the dildo disappears in his ass.

It’s so hot, she thinks. Watching his boyfriend, his strong, buff boyfriend take a pink dildo up his ass. It’s such a hot contrast; his strong body in such a vulnerable situation. It’s not only hot physically, but also hot because she knows he trusts her the most with something like this, just like how she only trusts him with a lot of things; especially in bed.

“How’s it feel, baby?” She asks, hand continuing its movement as the dildo is being pumped in and out of him.

“So fuckin’ good,” he pants and closes his eyes, sweat travelling down and pooling in the corners of his eyes.

She takes the dildo out slowly, earning an ‘ah’ from Harry and she pushes it back in, circling it inside his ass. His tiny hole is now widened around the glistening dildo, taking whatever she’s willing to give. As the dildo is slowly fucks Harry’s ass, their eyes meet as if on cue, and Harry bites down his bottom lip.

“Look at you baby,” she praises him again, knowing the praise will go straight to his cock. “Taking this cock so well.”

“Fuck, yes, keep fucking me,” he lifts up his hips and tries to match her hand, the dildo coming in and out of his hole like a dream.

She looks down and curses at the way Harry’s ass is taking the pink dildo. She decides to give him more, and speeds up as she fucks the dildo into him harder. The room is filled with his ‘ah’s and ‘uh’s and the wet, squirting noises that comes from his ass as she keeps fucking him harder. He cries out all of a sudden and she tries stopping her wrist but he protests.

“You okay?” Her free hand stroking the back of his thigh that is secured under his arms.

“Yeah, just felt- felt so good, keep goin’,” he pants and tries to move his hips up.

She listens to him and the dildo starts coming in and out of him as his breaths once again fill her ears. She slows down, pressing it harder and just like she’s guessed, Harry cries out again.

She chuckles and the dildo keeps drilling him, fucking him as hard as she thinks he can take. “Found it.”

“Do that again,” he mumbles and Y/N’s eyes fall to his lips, all red and plump from being chewed on.

She obliges, pushing it deeper until the dildo reaches his prostate. A loud, throaty groan erupts from Harry and his hips try to match the movement of the dildo. She keeps it going, Harry a whimpering mess, and with her free hand she reaches for his wrist that’s under his thighs, and brings it up to his nipples. His ass keeps taking the dildo while he obeys her wordless encouragement and starts twisting his already hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He twists and tweaks, squeezes and rubs them both, her watching them get all puffy with the attention he’s giving them.

“Come on, fuck yourself with it,” she whispers and glances down at his ass, the dildo keeps loosening up the rim with his quick thrusts.

He looks like a sin, all worked up with his ass wide open, at her mercy and she tries twisting the dildo inside his ass to create more friction. She can’t also help but feel her pussy nearly hurting deep inside from arousal as she watches her boyfriend enjoy a thick dildo, basically a cock inside him. She also notices how miserable and trapped his cock looks in between his legs. It looks so obscene, messy, and dirty under the fishnet that now only covered his cock, legs, everywhere except his ass and cheeks. She knows he’s close. She can see the tip of his cock turning a shade of deep red and the slit is probably still oozing precum, waiting for some sweet relief.

He keeps his thrusts up and she wants to reach and take him into her mouth. She wants to feel that one, thick vein under his cock on her tongue, twitching inside. As she imagines sucking his cock, Harry starts begging for relief. He’s letting out cries, whines and his hair, now longer, is all sticky on his forehead.

“I wanna cum, please, can I cum?” he begs and she wants to applaud him for still managing to fuck himself with the dildo.

Without any warnings, she stops her wrist and throws the dildo somewhere behind her. She’s only focused on one thing: Harry’s throbbing cock. She doesn’t even give him any chance to protest at the loss of contact, only hissing as he feels the sensitive rim clench around nothing, and watches her with wide eyes as she proceeds to rip the fishnet further, freeing his cock completely from the fabric.

“Oh fuck me!” He lets out a cry, his balls jiggling as soon as the fabric is ripped apart while his cock lays still between a forest of hair, all hard and veiny.

As soon as she gets her mouth on him, he brings his hands to her hair and starts bucking up his hips, wanting to bury his cock deeper and deeper inside her mouth. She takes him out of her mouth despite his protests and spits into her palm, bringing it to his balls and squeezing them as she makes eye contact with Harry. His eyes look almost black, pupils enlarged immensely, and he parts his mouth as series of profanities leave his mouth in choked breaths.

“Choke me while I make you cum with my mouth.”

“Fuck, you serious?” He hoarsely asks, just in case.

All he gets in return though is a nod and a warm, wet mouth of hers as she sucks deeper and deeper, coating his hard cock with saliva.

“Fuck baby, yeah, okay.”

He brings his hands to her neck and places them around it, feeling her necklace. Before he applies any pressure, he watches how his cock disappears inside her mouth and he feels the blood rush to his body when she keeps making these wet, dirty sounds. It’s almost like she’s starving and his cock is the first meal she’s had in days. He decides to squeeze around her neck, watching as it only makes her suck harder and deeper.

“Fuck, jus’ like that. You’re killing me,” he moans and she hums around his cock, the vibrations making him buck into her mouth.

“Harder, choke m’harder,” she mutters, words all jumbled around his cock and he obeys, choking as hard as he can with the pleasure that is bubbling in his stomach. He squeezes harder and harder until she’s a moaning mess on his cock, saliva coating both her chin and neck as well as Harry’s cock and he watches as her eyes bulge with the pressure around her neck.

“Gon’ cum, baby.”

She sucks and slurps, and he fucks into her mouth in sloppy movements, hands still around her neck. She darts her tongue out and alternates between sucks and licks, especially the underside of his cock where the vein is. When she comes up to the tip, she sucks around it, careful not to use too much teeth and he goes crazy, hips thrusting up. As he chokes her harder, his whole body shakes like he’s having a stroke and it feels so good, so, so good. He stops applying any pressure but keeps his hands around her neck as he cums in her mouth. She nearly chokes as some of it hits the back of her mouth and she makes a show of showing the white, salty liquid in her mouth.

Harry’s still shaking with pleasure, hand going to his cock to jerk off the last remnants of his cum. He collects some of it- mostly her saliva, and brings it up to her face, spreading it on her cheeks and neck. She closes her mouth and swallows as Harry watches in awe. Some of it stays on the corner of her mouth, stuck, cheeks and neck glistening with the mixture of his cum and saliva.

“You look so fuckin’ hot I can come at the sight of it,” he whispers, thumb reaching to rub her bottom lip. She hums and leans into the touch, making him smile.

“Fuck,” he lets out and they both chuckle. “The only person I’d let fuck my ass.”

“You’ll burn in hell,” she murmurs, head going down to rest on his thigh, right next to his cock which still looks half hard. When they make eye contact, they’re all tired smiles and sweaty skin.

He can’t help but press a kiss to her temple despite the sweat. “I love you.”

“Ditto.”

A moment passes, her head still resting against his thigh and Harry keeps caressing her cheek as much as he can despite the position they’re in.

“Psst,” he whispers and she looks up, eyebrows raised in and he continues, “You didn’t cum.”

She hums and smacks her lips. When she doesn’t say anything, he pinches her hip.

“Come ride my face.”

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Only You Pt. III

Cedric Diggory x Reader Series 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Y/N Potter deals with Harry as he is chosen as a Tri-Wizard Contestant. Things get heated between her and Cedric when all of Hogwarts hates Harry for cheating. 

As if the night could not get any worse, Harry was forced to join the rest of the Tri-Wizard contestants in Professor Dumbledore's office. Y/N wasn't allowed to follow after him or even try to fight to get him out of competing. After everyone was excused, the chatters began about Harry cheating and asking an older student to add his name into the goblet. Y/N couldn't stand the ridiculousness of that rumor. Harry wouldn't do such a thing; he already didn't like being recognized for his scar, so he wouldn't want to go looking for fame.  

"But Professor, he isn't even of age to be competing," Y/N argued to Dumbledore as she stood in his office. He sat along with Professor Snape, McGonagall, and Mad-Eye Moody. The rest of the headmasters, teachers, and Minister of Magic had been excused for the night. But before they had a chance to leave the room, the older Potter stormed in the room and demanded an audience with Dumbledore. Snape recognized her father's stubbornness, knowing she wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted. He wasn't very fond of her father, but Snape seemed to admire her determination and protectiveness over her brother. It had first appeared to the professors when Harry made his appearance at Hogwarts, and it only seemed to grow as the boy advanced in his wizardly skills. 

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Potter, but we have come to a clear conclusion together. Mr. Potter will compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament," Dumbledore answered her. She huffed in disbelief as she placed a hand on her hip. 

"But he will have someone watching after him," Snape added. The three professors turned to stare at the Slytherin as he revealed information that he wasn't supposed to.

"Severus," McGonagall whispered, looking between him and Dumbledore.

"She deserves to know. She is his only family, after all," Snape replied. This seemed to calm Y/N down a bit. She was still very anxious and terrified about Harry competing, but if there was no way for him to get out of it, having someone look after him eased her mind. Dumbledore nodded in agreement towards her, and she sighed.

"Alright, so which one of you will watch over him?" She asked. Three heads turned to look at Mad-Eye, and Y/N gulped. If everything Ron had said about Mad-Eye was true, she wasn't sure if she should be thankful or scared. 

"Very well. Thank you, professors, for your time, and goodnight," She stated before excusing herself. As she neared the common room, she heard two voices fighting coming from the boys' dormitory. Two redheads ascended from the stairs, and she made her way to the sofas. 

"So, Ron and Harry are up there at each other's throats," George informed her. 

"He thinks he cheated, doesn't he? Just like everyone else," She asked. The twins simultaneously turned to look at each other before sitting down on each side of her. 

"They're best friends, Y/N/N. Ron will get over it once he realizes how much of a git he's being," George replied, sending her a consoling smile. 

"Yeah, just like you and me in third year, remember? Now, look at us! Best of friends," Fred nudged her shoulder, causing her to laugh. In third year, Y/N had stopped talking to Fred for a few weeks after he had put purple dye in her shampoo. She hadn't noticed until she had ran into her first class of the day, having woken up late and rushed to get ready for class. She heard people whisper whenever she passed them in the halls, but she ignored them, trying to get to class in time. The first person to point it out was George, who couldn't keep a straight face. Apparently, Fred hadn't told his twin about the prank he had decided to play on their best friend, causing him to be as surprised as the rest of their classmates. 

"Yeah, well, you learned your lesson, didn't you? You haven't played a prank on me in years," She replied to him. 

"Only play pranks with you, not on you. I've got it," Fred winked, wrapping his arm around her. 

"Neville said one of them ought to leave their room soon enough. They've been fighting since Harry returned. You'll have a chance to talk to him," George stated. 

As Y/N waited for her brother to come down, the Weasley twins kept her company. Making her laugh by telling jokes to keep her mind from worrying. They knew how stressed out she was; before, it was just for Cedric, but now she had to include Harry in the mix. 

"You know, Mum said you and Harry could come over for summer break, if you'd like," Fred said randomly.

"Are you sure? I feel like I'm basically living with you all. I don't want to intrude," Y/N replied. George and Fred shook their heads quickly. 

"She loves you both. If it were up to her, you would've moved in by now," George answered. Before their conversation could continue, a sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Harry appeared in his pajamas and paused when he saw his sister on the sofa. Fred and George quickly excused themselves and left for their rooms. 

"I didn't do it. I don't know how my name got put in there, I swear," Harry stated before his sister could say a word. 

"I know you didn't, Harry," The older Potter replied. Harry finished walking down the stairs and took a seat next to her on the sofa.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you worrying about me," Harry whispered, staring at the fireplace to avoid looking at her. 

"I'll always worry about you, Harry; you're my little brother," She answered, wrapping an arm around him. Harry smiled and leaned into her embrace. The two spent hours in the common room, bringing comfort to one another until the very early hours of the morning.

The next day, Y/N was rushing to get to class, having woken up late because of her late-night with Harry. She had just shoved a student against the wall as they mentioned something about Harry being a cheater when Cedric got her attention by grabbing her arm. 

"Hey, hey, hey," Cedric pulled her towards him as she made an aggressive step towards another student. If Cedric hadn't had grabbed her, she would've thrown hands with another student. 

"It's not true!" She yelled, Cedric stepping in front of her to capture her attention. 

"Hey, it's alright. They're doing it just to rile you up, love," Cedric stated. Y/N huffed in annoyance and looked up at Cedric. 

"You better not participate in their stupid antics," Y/N said. Cedric smiled and nodded.

"I would never," He replied, leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek. Y/N smiled before remembering where she was headed before.

"Did you need something? I'm kind of running late for class," She asked him. Cedric shook his head and smiled.

"Just wanted to see my girlfriend and tell her that she looks beautiful today," Y/N blushed. "And to tell you that I can't meet you later, Rita Skeeter from The Daily Prophet is coming by to do some interviews." Y/N nodded. She understood that he now had other responsibilities because of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It's not like the news had ruined her entire year at Hogwarts. She was happy for Cedric, and he seemed super excited. 

"Well, I've got to go to class, but have fun!" Y/N replied, reaching up to plant a kiss on his lips, before saying goodbye and running towards class. 

Later that night, Cedric sat down at the Gryffindor table next to his girlfriend during dinner, causing all the ginger heads, including some other heads, to turn to look at Cedric. Other couples used to sit at their partner's house tables all the time, but this was Cedric's first time, and well, the famous Hufflepuff had all eyes on him. 

"A little lost, aren't ya, Cedric?" Seamus teased him, causing the blush on his cheeks to spread to his neck.

"Shove it, Finnigan," Y/N replied as all the nearby Gryffindors chuckled.

"It's alright, mate, we don't bite," George stated, digging into his food right away.

"At least not all of us, right, Potter?" Fred winked at her, shaking her head at their teasing. 

"Just ignore them; they're twats," Y/N said to Cedric, who shyly nodded. As dinner progressed, Cedric got more comfortable sitting at the Gryffindor table. It certainly wasn't like the Hufflepuff table, mostly since many of the Gryffindors were very close friends. 

George and Fred were in the middle of telling Cedric about a prank they pulled over the summer on their mother before a loud clank was heard from down the Gryffindor table. They turned their heads to see Ron huff and angrily stand up before stomping out of the great hall. Harry sat across from him, gazed down at his plate, jaw clenched and fists tightened on the table. A few moments later, Harry excused himself and walked out too, leaving Hermione to sit alone. 

"I thought you said they would make up by now," The older Potter said to George and Fred. The twins looked at each other, shrugging, and turned back to their food. 

"Y/N/N, you know how Ron takes after Mum; he loves being dramatic," George sheepishly replied.

"Yeah, let them figure it out. It's their problem, not yours," Fred added. Y/N huffed and aggressively set her fork on her plate.

"Actually, it is my problem. I will not stand by and watch as my brother is bullied and ignored by the entire bloody school, let alone watch as the people who are supposed to care about him call him a cheat and a liar," She gritted through her teeth. Her hands had turned into fists and were repeatedly slamming on the wooden table. Her eyebrows were scrunched as the lines on the forehead showed her anger. 

"And as if the whole bloody school AND Ron being complete dung brains wasn't enough, now you two...UGH!" Y/N stood up and walked out in anger. Cedric turned to look at the twins, never having experienced his girlfriend being this upset about something serious. 

Cedric knew that Y/N was wildly more upset about Harry's situation than he was. He just didn't know that Ron and Harry weren't on speaking terms because of the whole tournament. George and Fred quietly caught him up on the drama, leading Cedric to understand where she was coming from. 

"She can actually hold a grudge against us, so do you happen to have any chocolate frogs?" Fred asked, pointing towards Y/N's vacant seat. 

"No, Y/N ate them all a couple of nights ago. Why?" Cedric responded. 

"Unlike Ron, we're man enough to talk about our problems and apologize to our best friend. So, excuse us, Diggory, as we have to mend our relationship," Fred replied to Cedric.

"See ya later, Cedric," George waved to the Hufflepuff before the pair of gingers walked out of the room. 

Cedric looked around the Gryffindor table, noticing the tension that had settled since the Weasleys and the Potters had left. Not knowing what to do, he stood up and walked over to sit with his friends at the Hufflepuff table. 

Just as the weekend arrived, Cedric frantically searched for his girlfriend almost everywhere. Waiting outside of the Gryffindor common room to catch her before class or waiting for her after her studies, but he always seemed to miss her. During meals, he searched the Gryffindor table to see her light brown hair, but it was never there. 

The next day, he bumped into the Weasley twins, who let him know that she was stuck in detention with Snape for a few days. Someone had stupidly decided to say something about Harry, causing the older Potter to cast a spell on them. Snape had caught her and gave her detention for the misuse of magic and using it against another student. It was a harmless spell, not anything permanent, but she had to be punished. 

Cedric wanted to take her out to Hogsmeade, but after finding out about her detention, he decided to go with his friends. He had a surprise planned for her, but he knew that it could wait.

As most students were at Hogsmeade, Y/N made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. Snape had made her clean almost every cauldron in his possession, and she was exhausted. Her tired feet quietly carried her through the doorway, but she immediately stopped when she heard a familiar voice. She sneakily peaked her head to see Harry standing in front of the fireplace and talking to it. As she took a closer look, she recognized Sirius' face in the fire.

"Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room?" Sirius asked his godson. 

"I dunno," Harry answered honestly. 

"You didn't hear a name?" 

"No. Umm... Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important," Harry replied. Since when had Harry been dreaming about Voldemort? Well, recently. 

"What was that?" 

"He wanted... me. I dunno why, but he was gonna use this man to get to me. I mean, it was only a dream, right?" Harry asked his godfather. So, Harry had a dream he was worried about and didn't come to his sister? She was mildly upset because she thought they had gotten closer since that late night in the common room. 

"Yes. It's just a dream. Look, Harry, the death eaters at the world cup, your name rising from that goblet; these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore," Sirius stated. 

"What are you saying?" Harry asked.

"I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff, he was a death eater. And no one, no one stops being a death eater. Then there's Barty Crouch, the heart of stone, sent his OWN son to Azkaban," Sirius continued. Y/N had not thought about this having any link to Voldemort. She just figured some older kid decided that it would be funny to put Harry's name into the tournament. 

"Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?"

"I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet, Harry, but whoever did it is no friend to you. People die in this tournament," Sirius stated. Then, Harry spoke, and it made Y/N's heartbreak, and her eyes start to water. 

"I'm not ready for this, Sirius," Harry said in a shaky voice. Y/N wanted to just run and wrap Harry in her arms. She yearned to take him away from Hogwarts, away from the wizarding world, away from the Dursley's, and take him to a place where he felt loved and safe. He didn't deserve any of this; he was just a kid.

"You don't have a choice," Sirius replied. Before Y/N could make herself known, the door opened, and footsteps could be heard making their way in their direction. 

"Keep your friends close, Harry," Sirius said before disappearing. Y/N quickly entered the room a few seconds before Ron did. 

"Were you talking to someone?" Y/N lied. Harry shook his head.           

"I heard voices, too," Ron added. 

"Maybe you're imagining things, wouldn't be the first time," Harry fired at Ron. Ron took a defensive step forward, making Y/N stand in between them.

"You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect," Ron stated before turning on his heel and walking up to his dormitory.

"You okay?" Y/N asked her younger brother. Harry cleared his throat and nodded. "You can always talk to me about anything. You know that, right?" Harry looked at his sister in the eyes, seeing the sincerity and worry hidden in them. She had been protecting him since he could ever remember. He didn't need to bother her with something else. 

"Yeah, I know," Harry sent her a small smile before walking out of the room. 

Y/N couldn't help but feel betrayed by Harry. He trusted Sirius with his problems but couldn't even tell his own sister. He wasn't always like this. There was a time where Harry would tell his older sister everything, from how Dudley looked at him during dinner to the first time he encountered Draco, and how Snape kept a longing glare on him at all times. Literally everything, but as Harry grew older and as the golden trio began taking adventures on their own since their first year, he had decided to keep things from her.

She felt guilty. When she was 10 and received her Hogwarts letter, she had to leave Harry behind with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. It was the hardest thing she had done in her entire life. Her life before had been all about Harry. She was there for him whenever he needed her. When she was introduced to the world of magic, everything changed for her, and she was upset that Harry couldn't join her yet. She had promised Dumbledore that she would keep Hogwarts a secret from Harry until his time came. That was her first lie to him.

She met Fred and George a few days into her first year at Hogwarts, starting a strong relationship with the twins. Her first Christmas at Hogwarts, they had invited her to spend it with them at the Burrow, leaving Harry to spend the Holidays alone with the Dursleys. Y/N hadn't realized how selfish she had been until Harry came to Hogwarts and had his mind opened by this entirely new world that his sister had kept from him. He promised that he didn't hold it against her, but it always mellowed in the back of her mind that he held a subconscious grudge over her. 

After dinner, she walked alongside Fred and George back to the Gryffindor room, then Cedric called for her. She told the twins to go on ahead of her before meeting Cedric by the nearest hall. 

"Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere. The Weasley's told me you got detention with Snape?" Cedric's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It wasn't very much like her to get detention for anything other than pranks. She was a grade-A student, just a bit mischievous. 

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. It was just some stupid Ravenclaw who made a comment about Harry, and I got so mad I just waved my wand, and next thing I knew, he was on the ground," Y/N shyly replied. Cedric nodded and smirked. 

"Harry can handle himself, you know that, right? You don't always have to be there to protect him," As Cedric said this, Y/N felt her blood start to boil. She knew Cedric was right, but the stress of it all blinded her. Harry was the only family she had. As an older sister, she had always felt protective of him. It was in her nature, and Cedric stating this like no big deal made her angry. 

She opened her mouth, and the words that came out were ancient to her. It wasn't like her to speak or think like this. The stress of Sirius and Harry exchanging letters during a dangerous time, the death eaters at the World Quidditch Cup, Harry being chosen as a Tri-Wizard contestant, Harry's dream, Harry being bullied at school, and getting detention with Snape, all bundled up together in one big firing ball of anger that just exploded inside of her. 

"Look, Cedric, I can't do this anymore. I can't be your girlfriend," As soon as Cedric heard these words, his heart fell. He didn't mean to upset her; he just wanted her to be easier on herself. 

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that--" He tried to apologize, but she cut him off. Her eyes widening at the realization of what she was saying.

"--I mean, not right now," Cedric stared at her with a confused expression. "I do want to be your girlfriend. I like you a lot, but it's just--all of this," She said, waving in a circular motion, "It's too much. I just found out Harry's been keeping things from me, and he won't talk to me about the things that are bothering him." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried batting her eyelashes to make them go away, but all it did was cause them to fall down rapidly. "The first challenge is in a few days, and I just need to focus on Harry. Please, just give me time," She finally made eye contact with Cedric. She searched his eyes for a response, but he remained emotionless. Cedric reached his hand up and wiped the tears off her cheeks softly as his hand lingered on her jaw. 

"I understand, Y/N/N. You don't have to apologize for putting your family first, alright?" Cedric's reply calmed her down immediately, knowing that he wasn't angry at her. "Just let me know when you're feeling better, okay, love?" She nodded in return as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He turned to walk away, but she gripped his arm.

"Thank you, Ced," She leaned up and pressed a soft and longing kiss to his lips before pulling away. She gave him a small and tight smile and watched as he walked off. 

Y/N hadn't expected herself to be so emotional over it. She was the one who asked him for some time. That night on her way up the stairs to her dormitory, Fred called out her name. He had been lying down on the floor, with books surrounding him and rolls of parchment scattered all around. The second he saw her glossy and puffy eyes, his expression changed immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" Fred quickly pushed away his studying materials and walked over to his best friend. She stared at him, silently hoping that he would drop it and let her go to her room and cry all night long. 

Fred Weasley wasn't like George. Well, they were identical twins, but particular characteristics pulled them apart. Fred was more emotional with Y/N, always trying to get her to talk about her feelings and consoling her. George would do this too, sometimes, but he tried to get her to laugh more. If she had a bad day, he was there as stress relief, ready to make her cackle until she almost peed her pants.

Fred had decided to study in the common room, so when Y/N came, he could ask her to help him study. She was so much better at charms than him, and he wanted her help, knowing that she wouldn't turn him down. However, his plan had changed the moment he noticed her tear-stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes. Something had happened with Cedric, and he could tell right away. 

Fred met her at the stairs, staying on the ground floor as he looked up at her. Her hazel colored orbs were glazed with a light coat of shine, tears threatening to fall. It had been a while since he had last seen her cry, not too long ago, but long enough to make him remember how much he hated seeing her like this. She wasn't afraid of being vulnerable, not to him, but she created a firm barrier for everyone else. She felt like she needed to be strong for Harry. 

He sent her a weak, side smile and reached up to cup her cheek. He stroked her cheek twice with his thumb before she collapsed in his embrace. He instinctively caught her in his arms and let her deposit her feelings in his arms. 

It had been hours after, and George had come down the stairs to check on his brother. He didn't expect to see the sight in front of him. Fred and Y/N were laid on the sofa, Y/N on top of Fred, with her hand resting on his chest. The older twin slept peacefully as his chest rose and fell with the small snores escaping his parted lips. If it was up to George, he would've left them there for everyone to see the cute scene, but he knew Y/N would hex him into oblivion if he let everyone see her with drool stains on her chin. He quietly called out to them and waited as they slowly regained consciousness. 

After a few witty comments from George, the trio helped Fred clean up his mess before returning to their rooms. Before walking the stairs to his shared dormitory, Fred turned around to look at the brunette Gryffindor, a deep blush appearing on his cheeks. 

-

It had been a week and a half since Y/N and Cedric had "broken up," their relationship status reaching every corner of Hogwarts a few hours later. Y/N didn't let it affect her; however, she took this time to focus more on her studies and gain more of Harry's trust. 

George, Fred, and Y/N made their way across the courtyard after pulling a masterfully planned prank on Filch. Y/N giggled at another one of George's jokes, not paying attention to anyone else around her. Hogwarts was a big school, but it could also feel small.

"Potter stinks!" At the sound of her last name, her head whipped in the direction it had come from. George and Fred quickly flashed their heads to see almost everyone wearing large pins on their cloaks. 

"Cedric rules!" Another person yelled, catching her full attention. George quickly stretched to grab her arm, but she was too swift. She charged to that person, but another one cut in front of her before she reached them. She was forced to confront the pins on their cloaks. Cedric's handsome, smiling face was displayed with a bright yellow and black background, but as he spun out of the frame, a green background replaced it with a picture of Harry being smushed by the words "Potter Stinks." 

"Why, you blimey little shit!" She pushed through her pressed lips, her hand reaching to grab her wand. Many students gathered around to watch in entertainment as the older Potter was about to cast a spell. Fred and George were pushed to the back, only seeing Y/N's wand raise to the air. They all had heard about what happened to the Ravenclaw student, but that didn't frighten them. Their grinning faces formed a circle as the chatter and shouts began to grow.

"Hex him, Potter!" She heard one of her Gryffindor housemates shout. Numerous Gryffindors didn't believe Harry when he said he didn't put his name in the goblet, but some did. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that Y/N Potter was one of the best students when it came to charms and DADA. Even Professors Flitwick has advised her to be careful with her emotions, knowing how talented and influential she was and how it could get her expelled. 

Before Y/N had the chance to chant a spell, the wand in her hand was stolen, and a loud shout of "boos" came from all directions. She expected to see Snape or McGonagall, but as she turned around, she was met with the handsome face she had been trying so hard to avoid. 

"Get out of here! Shows over!" Cedric shouted, making the students disperse around him. He handed Y/N her wand back, watching as she took it from his hand and slid it down her black leather boots. 

"Don't let them rile you up; they're doing it just to upset you," Cedric spoke. He gazed down at her with a soft look, making her turn away before she got the impulse to kiss him. 

"I don't need you to rescue me," She fired back. Cedric shifted so that she was looking at him again.

"I wasn't saving you. I was saving them," Y/N's face heated up with a blush. Cedric wasn't trying to be charming; he was charming. His comments always made her feel as if she was the only girl in the world.  She felt like a million butterflies had taken her stomach hostage and were swirling a storm inside of her. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Cedric's friends hanging out by a tree in the courtyard, and she rolled her eyes at the green pins on their cloaks. 

"Well, maybe get your friends to take off those stupid pins before you have to rescue them from me," She took one more look at him and turned around to go to the library. 

A few hours later, she talked with Angelina as the two made their way to the great hall to have dinner. Fred and George had come ahead of them, protesting that they took forever to get ready for dinner. Cedric rested against the wall by the door, waiting for Y/N to finally come down to eat. He quickly pushed himself off and smiled at her when he noticed her coming.

"I'll save your seat," Angelina smiled at Y/N, leaving her alone with Cedric.

"Hey, can I talk with you?" Cedric asked. Y/N nodded, and he led them down the hall to a nearby bench. 

"I just wanted to let you know that Jack, Noah, and the rest of them aren't gonna be wearing those pins anymore. I've convinced them to get everyone else to stop wearing them too. Apparently, some of the Slytherins were distributing them to everyone," Cedric moved his hands back and forth, "so as a prefect, I got Flitwick to take off some of their house points." Y/N nodded and looked from her hands to Cedric. 

"Thanks. I know you had nothing to do with it," Cedric looked at her with so much awe and thoughtfulness, letting her know to keep going, "It just gets hard, you know? Harry's never had an easy year; I just wanted him to have at least one." 

"You're his sister, and you'll always worry for him, I get it. Everyone gets it; that's why some people like to upset you," Cedric explained. His hand inched closer to hers, and she felt the familiar butterflies swirl in her stomach, "Harry told me about the first challenge earlier."

She looked at him in confusion, and he quickly avoided her gaze. He just figured that he would've told Y/N before he told him. 

"I'm sure he just forgot to tell you," Cedric quickly stated. He started to notice as the engines in her head began to spin out of control, and he grabbed her attention by intertwining their hands. Her face quickly turned to look at her ex-boyfriend as he smiled softly. "Look, if Harry let me know about the first challenge, I'm positive he already has a plan on how to win. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to visit me before the challenge starts. They'll have a tent set up, and I put your name on the guestlist," Cedric explained. His ex-girlfriend smiled back at him and nodded.

"I'll be there," Y/N affirmed. Cedric reached over and brushed his hand through her hair. 

"Thank you, Y/N/N, you're my good luck charm," Y/N rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, and she stood up from the bench.

"Don't start, Ced," She joked, walking away from him, which caused the Hufflepuff to get up and chase after her.

"What? It's true, love!" He called out, following her into the great hall. 

*

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Azusa Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts on the plaza

Yui: ( Hmー If it isn’t ice cream, I wonder what it could have been instead...? )

...

Azusa: ...Say, Yui-san?

You were given the opportunity to come to the Carnival...so instead of worrying about me the whole time, you should try and enjoy it as well, okay...?

Yui: Azusa-kun...Thank you. I’m having a ton of fun right now as well.

It’s exciting to try and work towards a specific goal, no?

Azusa: Really...?

Yui: Yeah, for real. Besides...

I’m happy just to be able to spend time with you like this, and it’s fun!

Azusa: Eve...

Thank you. I feel the same...I’m glad we’re here together...

Well then...Shall we check out the wagons on the other side neーー

...Ah...

For some reason...There’s this really nice, sweet smell in the air...

Yui: ...You’re right. It’s sweet and very fragrant.

But where could it be coming from...?

Azusa: ...Over there, perhaps...? How about we go take a look, Yui-san?

Yui: Yeah, good idea.

ー The scene shifts to the sweet shop

Yui: This is...

Azusa: It’s called a sweets parlor, apparently. They’ve got plenty of desserts on display.

Yui: Right. There’s kinds we’ve got in the human world, as well as varieties I’ve never seen before...

( So these are sweets from the Demon World... )

Shop employee: Oh my, dear customers...

Yui: ( I suppose this lady works here? She might know where the smell is coming from. )

Excuse me. This nice scent is coming from here, correct?

Shop employee: ...

Yui: ( H-Huh...? I feel as if her eyes grew cold all of a sudden. )

Pardon...?

Shop employee: ...I do not believe I should feel obligated to answer a human’s question.

Yui: No way...

Azusa: ...Yui-san, leave this to me...

Yui: ( Azusa-kun... )

Azusa: Uhm...Do you perhaps sell a sweet, fluffy dessert at this store...?

Shop employee: You are Karlheinz-sama’s...

Hmph...I suppose I have no other choice then. Wait one second.

ー She steps away

Yui: ( Ah...She went to the back. I guess she’ll bring it to us? )

Azusa: ...Uhm...

Yui: ...?

Azusa: You see...This is the Demon World, remember...?

Therefore...Humans are somewhat of a rare sight...

So don’t let it get to you, okay...?

Yui: Azusa-kun...Thank you, I’m fine.

Azusa: I see...I’m glad to hear that.

Yui: ( Azusa-kun’s looking out for me...I’m so happy. )

Shop employee: Here, this is what you two were talking about, right?

Yui: ( Ah, this is...Pudding? (1) It’s definitely this smell...! )

Azusa: Can I...eat this in here...?

Shop employee: I don’t mind but...

Will that human be joining you?

Yui: A-Azusa-kun. I’ll wait outside (2), so you can go by yourse...

Azusa: ...I don’t want that...You have to be with me...

Shop employee: Haah...I suppose I have no other choice. If you weren’t related to that man, I would have declined.

The cafe corner is in the back. Come on, get going already.

Azusa: Thank you... ーー Come on, let’s go, Yui-san.

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

ー The two of them go and take a seat

*Cling*

Azusa: This pudding is very delicious...

It’s sweet...and super soft...

Yui: Say, Azusa-kun? Could this be the food from your memories?

Azusa: Well...

...

ーー Yeah, this is it.

Yui: R-Really!?

Azusa: ...Yeah.

Yui: ( We did it! I’m glad we were able to find the food from his memories... )

Azusa: Thank you, Yui-san. I’m very happy...

Yui: Me too. ーー Ah, if you’d like, you can have my share too?

Azusa: Eh? But...

Yui: I...

Selection

→ I’m not hungry

Yui: I’m already full.

Azusa: Is that so...?

If you insist...

→ I want to see you smile. (☾)

Yui: I want to see you smile.

Azusa: Yui-san...Thank you.

Azusa: In that case...I’ll take you up on your offer...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Hm? Azusa-kun pulled something out of his pocket... )

Azusa: While I’m at it, I might as well sprinkle tons of this on top...

Yui: ( I-It’s a small container of red chili powder. His ice cream was red pepper flavored as well, so he must really like the taste. )

Azusa: I’m digging in...

...Yeah, it’s delicious...

Yui: Fufu, I’m glad to hear that.

Azusa: ...

...Hm...?

Yui: Azusa-kun, is something wrong?

Azusa: ...N-No, it’s nothing...

Yui: I see, okay then. Feel free to take your time to really savor it.

Azusa: Thank you, then...Yeah, it’s good...

Yui: ( Fufu, I’m glad... )

Azusa: ...

ー The scene shifts to the plaza

???: ...

...Well then, I suppose I shall have them show me just how strong their bond is.

Fufu...!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Carnival’s entrance

Yui: Phew...

( We found out the food from Azusa-kun’s memories so... )

What should we do now? Want to look around this area a little longer? Or do you want to return to the castle already?

Azusa: Hmー ...I don’t mind either way.

...I want to go to a place of your choosing next...

...Ugh.

Yui: Azusa-kun...? Are you okay? You really don’t look too good...

Azusa: Is...that so? 

Yui: Yeah. Your complexion is pale as well...

Azusa: Don’t worry. I’m fine...

Yui: ( He looks anything but fine to me though... )

Azusa: No need to worry. I’m...

...Ugh.

...Uu...

Yui: A-Azusa-kun? What’s wrong...!?

Azusa: ...My head...hurts...My body’s...Uu...

Yui: O-Oh no! We have to return to the castle at once!

Azusa: Y-You...can’t...

...Ugh. Don’t follow me...

ー Azusa suddenly runs away

Yui: Azusa-kun!?

( H-He told me not to follow him, but how could I possibly leave him be like this!? )

( I have to go after him...! )

ー Yui chases after him as the scene shifts to one of the side streets

Yui: Haah, haah, haah...!

( I wonder where he went? )

( Also...He seemed to be in quite a lot of pain, so I’m worried...! )

Azusa-kunー! Where are youー!?

ー The scene shifts to variety store ‘Reine de Saba’

*Creaak*

Yui: ( This is pretty much the only place left...But... )

( There’s...nobody at all. )

Azusa-kun...! Are you not here either...!? 

???: ...Ugh.

Yui: ...!?

( There’s someone in the back...? )

( I’m scared it may be a random Vampire but... )

( However, if it’s Azusa-kun, I have to help him... )

...Azusa-kun...?

???: ...Why are you...?

Yui: ( It really is Azusa-kun! )

ー She runs up to him

Yui: Azusa-kun!

Azusa: ...I told you not to come after me...So why...?

Yui: Even if you said that, how could I possibly leave you be?

What has gotten into you!?

Azusa: That’s...

*Cling*

Azusa: ...Ah...

Yui: ( A knife fell from his hand... )

( Why was he holding that...? )

Azusa: ...I’m sorry...Sorry...I’m so sorry...

Yui: A-Azusa-kun? You’re being weird. Tell me, what’s wrong?

Azusa: I don’t know, I don’t, but...Still...I...

*Rustle*

Yui: ( He’s about to cut himself with the knife!? )

Y-You can’t! Azusa-kun! You promised, didn’t you!?

Azusa: ...!

Right...I made a...promise with you...

That I would no longer hurt myself...

I’m...keeping that promise...no matter what...

Yui: ( Azusa-kun’s desperately holding himself back. H-How did things turn out this way...!? )

Azusa: Uu...

Haah, haah, haah...Haah...

Uu...Nn...Fufu...~

Yui: A-Azusa-kun...?

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...Say...Yui-san...?

Yui: ( T-The mood suddenly changed...? )

Azusa: That promise...I won’t break it under any circumstances...It’s a promise after all...

So...

Give your blood this knife...?

Yui: Eh...?

Azusa: I’m sure...That’s what this knife wants too...

So...Please? Just a small favor...?

Come on...I’m begging you...!

Yui: ( W-What should I do...? I have to stop him. )

( But...If I say no now, and he ends up hurting himself instead... )

( ...Uu. )

...Okay.

Azusa: Eh...?

Yui: If you’ll hurt yourself otherwise, then I’d much rather you hurt me instead.

So...Go ahead.

( If that lessens his suffering even just by a little... )

Azusa: ...Yui-san...

...Uu...No...I-I don’t want this...

...I don’t...I don’t want to hurt you...!

Yui: Azusa-kun...?

Azusa: Yet, my body is aching this much...Uu...

Yui: ( I don’t know what is causing this, but something might be happening inside of him. )

Azusa: ...I’m begging you...Run away...

Don’t worry...I’m sure I’ll be back to normal in no time...

Then I’ll rush back to your side right away, so...Kuh...Uu...Run...

Yui: I-I can’t do that...!

Azusa: ...But why not...?

Uu...I can’t hold myself back any longer...

If I can’t hurt you with the knife, then at least...

Give me your blood...! Nn...!

ー Azusa bites her

Yui: Ah...!

Azusa: Nn...Haah...Nn...

I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...But...Nn...!

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: Haah...Nn...Phew...

Haah...Phew...Nn...Your blood...really is special...Nn...!

Yui: Nn...!

( At this rate... )

Azusa: Haah, haah, haah...Not yet, I can’t stop...

Yui: ( B-But...If only I could use this opportunity to at least snatch the knife away from him...! )

Azusa-kun...!

Azusa-kun, ...I’m sorry!

*Thud*

Azusa: ...!?

Yui: !!

( I stole the knife but... )

( I hurt my hand in the process... )

( ...Seems like I cut deeper than I thought. )

Azusa: I-I’m sorry...I’m so sorry, Yui-san...

I...hurt you...

Male Vampire A: ...This scent of blood...Could it be that human chick?

Male Vampire B: Smells pretty good...Where is she? I can feel a presence coming from one of the nearby stores...

Azusa: ...Ah.

Yui: ( O-Oh no. The other Vampires are... )

Azusa: ...Let’s leave this place for now.

This way...!

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

ー The scene shifts to outside the abandoned building

Yui: Haah, haah, haah...I guess we should be safe all the way out here...

Azusa: Right. Seems like we lost them as well...

Yui: I’m glad...

Azusa: ...No, there’s nothing to be glad about at all...

Yui: Eh...?

ー He steps closer

Azusa: Show me your hand...It hurts, doesn’t it?

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: I’m sorry...I never meant to harm you...

But...When there’s blood dribbling down your hand like this...

ーー Keep still.

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: It’s the handkerchief I always wrap my knife in but...

If you wrap this around, it should help stop the bleeding a little...

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: How does...that feel?

Yui: Thank you. I’m fine now. Sorry, Azusa-kun...

( I’d be in much, much more pain (3) if Azusa-kun were to harm himself...! )

Azusa: Why do you apologize?

I...wanted to protect you from harm.

I should be the one saying sorry.

How did I end up being the one who hurt you...!?

Uu...

Yui: Don’t worry about it. I’m fine now.

M-More importantly...

Say...Azusa-kun? What happened to you?

Azusa: Well...

I don’t quite understand myself.

Yui: You don’t?

Azusa: yeah...My body suddenly grew hot...and I became confused.

I could hear someone’s voice repeatedly whispering inside my head...

‘Grab the knife’, ‘hurt yourself’, ‘prove that you’re worthy’...like that.

When I heard that voice, I just couldn’t stop myself anymore...

And then...Ugh.

Yui: Azusa-kun...

( But something should have caused that, right? Back then we were... )

...The pudding?

( I’m pretty sure he started acting weird after eating the pudding. )

Perhaps there was something wrong with it...?

Azusa: ...That might be the case.

But...Regardless of the reason, it doesn’t justify harming you.

I’m sorry, I truly am...

Yui: ...It’s fine. I mean, you tried so hard to keep our promise.

ーー The promise not to hurt yourself.

So...It’s fine.

More importantly, don’t you think it’s dangerous to be standing out here?

If those people from earlier were to show up again...

Azusa: Aah...Good point. Also, we have to properly tend to your wound...

It would probably be best to return to the castle for now...Let’s go, Yui-san...

Yui: Yeah...!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) In Japanese, the words プディング (pudingu) and プリン (purin) are both translated as ‘pudding’ in English. However, the latter is actually just one type of ‘pudding’, made from a custard base with a caramel sauce on top. (Also called ‘flan’ in English) The former is more broad and can be used to refer to traditional Christmas pudding, etc.

(2) 向こう or ‘mukou’ can mean ‘on the other/opposite side’ or just ‘far away’, implying that there is a considerable distance. In this case, ‘outside’ seemed most appropriate considering the lady didn’t seem to want Yui in her store at all. 

(3) In the Japanese dialogue, she specifies that it would be emotional pain by saying her ‘heart’ would ache/hurt.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ KANATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KOU]

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vcazusachapter2

[jojoimaginestories]

Can I request pt3 Jotaro, Pt4 Josuke, Pt5 Giorno, Bruno, Mista in which their future s/o is hanging with her friends and some guy tries to catcall her and she’s all nice and politely tells him off and he keeps trying and the boys think they will come save the day but their s/o just pulls out her stand and kicks the guys butt

Part 3 Jotaro, Part 4 Josuke, Part 5 Giorno, Bruno, and Mista with a future S/O that kicks butt from a guy cat calling her

Warning: None A/n: Sorry for the delay, I’m trying to write all the requests right now, thanks for being patient! **Gifs are not mine**

Jotaro (Pt 3)

You and the rest of the Crusaders had FINALLY found a place to eat after traveling all morning and afternoon

You were just excited to eat, your eyes have been on the prize of (fav food)

You were all eating, calmly and casually, exploiting funny points off of each other

A guy walks up and addresses himself to you, you’re nice and introduce yourself back

He pulls himself closer to you, and you kindly tell him that you’re with friends

He’s not buying it, obviously not caring that you were in the hands of company

Jotaro’s GLARING at this guy, alright? Like ‘Why is he so close to S/O?’, not that he’ll proudly say this out loud

Kakyoin can just see with the eye contact that Jotaro is jealous (he’s also betting on you two confessing to each other soon because this is going to be a BIT awkward if Jotaro steps in to defend you)

The guy comes and touches your leg and Jotaro starts to stand and come to your aid

Next second, the guy is on the floor whining and crying about the bloody nose that he has

Jotaro blinks in realization that you’re just standing over the guy with a menacing smile and kicking his stomach in repeatedly

“I told you to stop, but you just wouldn’t, would you? Even when I’m trying to eat?!”

Jotaro gives a hum in approval and sits down

“I think she gets that violence side from you. You two hang out a lot,” Kakyoin hums and sips his tea.

Josuke (Pt 4)

At first it wasn’t that big of a deal, you and the rest of the Morioh gang (which was really just you, Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu, and Yukako)

You guys were at the mall, having a good time, and a guy comes up

Of COURSE, he’s a delinquent, it’s written all over his face

He calls for your attention (obviously because Yukako was clinging onto Koichi and talking about one of the shops that was around), and he asks if you wanted to go hang out with him and his buddies instead of your actual friends that you were having fun with

You turn politely and say that you’re busy at the moment, but maybe another time when you’re not busy (you’re quite nice you know?)

The guy get a bit forceful and grabs your arm

Josuke’s eye twitches as he glares forward at the guys, but tries to keep a happy face

Koichi thinks this looks worse than Josuke’s hair getting insulted

It’s obvious that he has a crush on you, but won’t admit it, I mean, Josuke has been looking for things to give you to confess to you, properly of course

But this might just set him a bit over the edge

“C’mon beautiful, what’s wrong with hanging out with a couple of guys like us, eh? You’re here with shorty, crazy bitch, dumbass, and dumb hair. You think they’re better than us,” This catcaller asked with a smirk

Josuke was seeing red, but before he could retaliate, your stand was already out

You held the man’s collar in your hands as you shook him a bit

“I’m sorry, did you insult my friends?” You gave a sweet smile

His other friends were shaking at the fact that their friend was getting beat up by a high schooler, no less than a teenager

Your grin escalated “And did you insult the one with great hair?”

Josuke has already fallen in love with you, but this just put him over the moon

When you were finished the catcaller, you turned towards his friends with the same grin

“Does anyone else want to insult my friends?”

Okuyasu, the poor soul, doesn’t know what was happening as he was finding himself eating a taco from one of the stands earlier, but he’s cheering S/O on and WANTS to JOIN

But the man’s friends scramble away carrying their insured friend

You turned and skipped away happily that no one was going to insult your friends while you were around

Giorno (Pt 5)

Now, you were a catch on the streets

If someone even TALKED to you, it was like they were being graced with your presence

You obviously didn’t realize the attention you gathered, and you were just too sweet for your own good

You owned a flower shop, one of which Giorno, a good friend and crush of yours, visited every day

He would buy flowers for whatever, whoever, maybe he’d just buy them just to buy them

But you appreciated his company

One day, him and Mista were walking by when Giorno realized they were walking in front of your shop

Coming inside, someone at the counter was giving you a hard time

Hard time as in they were flirting with you pretty badly

Mista was confused onto why Giorno had this angry look on his face, but upon further inspection, it was clear he harbored feelings for you, the shop keeper

“You know, you can be her hero and just sweep in, you know,” He smirked at Giorno.

Giorno knows you mean well, and you obviously knew how to take care of yourself without trouble, but this was HARD

You were having a very hard time

You were polite with your smile and telling this man to back off, but he just wasn’t having it

Giorno took a step forward when the man launched far near the door, where the two stepped aside as the man crashed on the floor

You marched and stood above him with your glare evidently high

“I’m sorry sir, but you must continue your business somewhere else, please come back again when you have common sense and knowledge behind the word ‘No’,” You muttered lowly.

Giorno looked at you impressed and was going to ask you about what had happened

You smiled at him politely “Hi GioGio, I’m sorry you had to see that, same arrangement of flowers, or would you like something different?”

Your heart fluttered in his presence that he was there, but you were glad that he was there in case you needed help

Bruno

You have served Bruno and Passione at your café for the past few years

You were introduced to Bruno by a neighboring shop when they saw the Mafia lurking around your café and giving you a hard time

Today was one of those days

But instead of getting the usual Mafioso talk, you were getting catcalled by a man with his group

“Ey, Bella! I need a new drink! Black coffee if it’s available! While we’re at that, your number too!”

You inwardly cringed as you served Bruno his cappuccino he asked for

He obviously cared about you enough to want to get rid of all of your problems, hence setting up protection for you, visiting you, and primarily drinking your coffee from your café

He was ready to say something

Of course, the rest of Passione could tell he was ready to do something about it too

You turned your head and watched your stand appear to knock the man’s teeth in

You held your mouth in fake shock

“Oh? I’m sorry? What was that? I don’t speak gurgle-gurgle. Stop trying to flirt with your barista and worry about finding a woman who actually cares about your bad attitude.”

Bruno sipped his cappuccino, impressed by your behavior, but he knew you didn’t learn that on your own… No, you took a lesson from Abbacchio, because he was tired of his boss coming to save you nearly all the time

Mista

What was more awkward: Trying to tell Guido Mista you like him or have a guy catcall you while you were about to start your confession?

You think the latter, but the former was starting to bite you slowly on the inside

You just wanted a friendly dinner with him and THEN tell him your feelings, but this wasn’t cutting it

You were slowly getting more embarrassed by the minute, and this wasn’t doing you any good

You nearly shrunk down your size by the man cat calling you towards his seat, begging you to drink the wine he had stored up

Mista was just about to have it

He opened his mouth to stand when you turned and gave a sharp slap across the catcaller’s face

You glared highly as your stand started to beat the crap out of him

You ended up yelling at him that you were trying to enjoy dinner with Mista, and openly admitted your feelings about him in a fit of a rant

“I’m sorry that I’m a sensible woman that doesn’t want to drink wine from a fat drunk idiot when I have such a loving man right in front of me that’ll give me more respect than you will in my entire lifetime! Get a hint! I’m trying to tell him I’m in love with him you PIG!”

Mista blinked in confusion as you embarrassingly apologized towards him for having this dinner ruined, but he waves it off and tells you how hot you was telling a man off

You blushed when Mista asked if he could take you out somewhere more proper since you obviously couldn’t stand being in the place any longer

You, of course, accepted

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #josuke part 4 x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #jotaro kujo #josuke higashitaka #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna #guido mista x reader #guido mista #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati

[lifeofkaze]

October Writing Challenge 2021 - Day 2

The most adorable Saffron Summers belongs to my favourite person @the-al-chemist 💛💛💛

“Are you coming or not?” Danielle Parkin asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

She and her friend Saffron Summers were on their way down to the hut belonging to Rubeus Hagrid, Care of Magical Creatures professor and resident gamekeeper of Hogwarts. The big pumpkin patch next to his hut was full to the brim with pumpkins of all forms and sizes, and Dana had been excited for days to go and collect some for various, very autumnal purposes; she had even painted her nails a bright red orange to mark the beginning of her favourite season of all times.

But at the rate they were going, they would be lucky to reach Hagrid’s hut by Christmas.

Like so many times already, Saffron, who was walking her bunny Gavin on a plaited hemp leash, had stopped and fallen behind. She had kneeled down and was inspecting a pile of leaves, discussing something with her furry friend Dana couldn’t hear.

Usually, she patiently let Saffron be her unique self, but today, Dana was impatient to get down to the pumpkin patch.

“Come on, Saff, we don’t have all day,” she sighed as Saff skipped down the path toward her.

“Oh yes, we do,” Saffron answered dreamily. “The moon phase is perfect for picking pumpkins the whole day. You want to go to Hagrid’s because Dylan will be there. Gavin agrees with me,” she added matter-of-factly.

Dana felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can go and see Dylan any time I want, why would I be excited about him… this. Excited about this, I mean,” she corrected herself hastily.

“I don’t know,” Saffron shrugged and seemed to look right through Dana for a moment. “Your aura is such a beautiful pink, do you know that? Like a summer sunset.”

Humming to herself, Saffron strolled past a confused Dana, who followed her with a shake of her head.

They reached Hagrid’s hut without any more unplanned stops a short while later. Dana couldn’t help the elated smile spreading on her face as her eyes scanned the pumpkin patch. Hagrid had outdone himself this year, and some of the pumpkins stood even taller than Dana herself. The thought about sitting in a giant jack-o-lantern made her chuckle.

Dana clapped her hands enthusiastically. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

They ventured out into the pumpkin patch on the lookout for the perfect specimen. When they reached the other side of the vegetable garden, Dana could see two figures sitting on the low wall separating Hagrid’s garden from the Forbidden Forest. It was Dylan Amari, who Dana had known all her life, and his Muggle friend, who often helped Hagrid with his classes. They were bent over some sort of leather harness they were in the process of mending.

Before Dana could stop her, Saffron had already called out to her two friends. Dylan looked up from his work upon hearing his name, and smiled broadly when he saw Dana and Saffron. He said something to his friend and hopped down from the wall. The cold October breeze stirred his dark, messy hair as he walked towards them, and Dana suddenly found her heavy knit cardigan a tad too warm.

Saffron looked at her curiously. “So much pink,” she sighed and danced off to continue her search; Dana didn’t join her, instead waiting for Dylan to reach her.

“You could have told me you’re coming down,” he said with a warm smile. His voice was low and had a warm timbre to it that reminded Dana of a warm hearthfire. “What are you doing here?”

“Hagrid said we could have some pumpkins. You know, for decorating and baking.”

Dylan hummed in response. “Any luck so far?”

Dana showed him her empty hands and laughed. “Apparently not. I want them to be just right.”

Dylan looked at her sceptically. “Isn’t one pumpkin like the other?”

“Absolutely not,” Dana said vehemently. “There’s size to consider, and colour, and form and so many other things.”

“Uh-huh,” Dylan said, looking unconvinced. “So you’re looking for the perfect pumpkin, I get that. But what in Godric’s name is Saffron doing?”

Dana turned around to see Saffron repeatedly circling a particularly large pumpkin. Gavin the rabbit was sitting on top of it and looked just as bewildered as Dylan.

“Don’t you think that one’s a little big, Saff?” Dana called out to her; she didn’t fancy carrying that one back to the school at all.

Saffron shook her head, her blonde hair flying around her like a halo. “I think this one has completed its last growth cycle,” Saffron called back, “let me just check.” She reached into one of the many pockets of her colourful jacket and produced a gleaming crystal on a delicate chain. She held it close to the pumpkin and studied the tiny movements of the pendulum in her hand with a concentrated look.

“She’s trying to determine if that is the correct pumpkin to pick,” Dana explained to Dylan before he could ask, “she takes this very seriously.”

“I can see that,” Dylan said wryly. “But what is she doing now?”

Dana turned around again and had to stifle a sigh; Saffron had put her crystal away and was now sitting on the ground hugging the giant pumpkin as far as her arms would reach. They didn’t even go halfway round; considering its impressive size, Dana contemplated if levitating the gigantic pumpkin all the way back would work.

“She is apologising to the pumpkin that we are about to pick it,” she said. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing at Dylan’s incredulous expression.

“She does realise that it’s a pumpkin, does she?”

“Tell that to her.”

“It’s a pumpkin, Saff. It doesn’t mind getting picked, you know? That’s kind of the whole point of growing them,” Dylan said to the sad looking girl on the ground with a louder voice.

“How would you like getting ripped out of the home you’ve known your entire life and carted off to some unknown destination?” Saffron said and wrinkled her nose. “Don’t worry, dear Pumpkin,” she said more softly and laid her cheek against the orange surface, “I am very sorry we are about to pick you, but I’ll promise we’ll make a delicious pie out of you.”

They gave Saffron and her pumpkin another moment before Dylan sliced its stem and helped Dana levitate it back to the school. It was really heavy so Dana was glad for the assistance, as a sniffing Saffron was too sad about the pumpkin’s demise to concentrate properly; she covered her mouth when Dana had to magically slice it in two to make it fit through the door that would lead them to the dungeons.

When they had reached the kitchens, Saffron had regained most of her composure again.

“Do you want to help us bake?” she asked Dylan when he was about to return to Hagrid’s hut again. “I think Dana would like some help.”

“I’m no use in the kitchen, but you can call me any time to judge the results,” Dylan laughed and turned to go.

Dana watched after him as he quickly walked up the stairs and vanished around the corner. She hastily raised her wand again when the pumpkin halves floating next to her almost came crashing to the ground.

“What did you ask him for?” she asked Saffron, who leaned her head against Dana’s shoulder with an other-worldly smile. “We do this every year. I don’t need his help.”

“Just a feeling,” Saffron said dreamily, “very pink.”

#hpma #harry potter magic awakened #magic awakened #october writing challenge #october writing challenge 2021 #danielle parkin #saffron summers #dylan amari

[kyoomiii]

♡ Burnt out [hcs]

-  ➣. . . ❝ Could you maybe do headcanons for literally any Haikyuu character/characters with an s/o who's just done with everything and exausted and feels like shit?❤ If that makes sense😂 Again I completely understand if you don't want to do this request!❤ ❞

― requested by: @bitweird1​ ―

- ✎ characters ❝ daichi, kuroo, and tsukishima ❞

- [ trigger warning(s): none ]

- ⚘ genre ❝ fluff, angst ❞

❝ i’m so excited~ this is my first request! but anyway, putting that aside i hope that all of you out there are doing well and if times are currently difficult for you, just know that there’s someone rooting for you. i’m not particularly good with words- which is ironic for someone who writes, but, i hope you can feel my support  through this hc~ ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ ❞

-kyo ♡

Life is always moving, it passes and waits for no one. And lately, as the school year draws to a close with tests upon tests cluttering your life, it’s been feeling like the days have merged into one, passing and passing with each one feeling exactly like the last.

As of tonight, you find that you’ve had enough...  Unable to cope much longer on your own in the dark confinements of your room.

Instead, you find yourself at his house- 12am on a school night. And though it seemed like a good idea at the time, the feeling of guilt seems to bloom in your chest the longer you stare at the doorbell. 

You knew from the beginning that Daichi is a busy man, the volleyball club, and his schoolwork, both something that he invests so much time and effort into, so surely he doesn’t have the time to deal with someone else’s problems, and with the little amount of sleep he does get, you feel bad stealing these precious hours away from him. 

But even so, you find the courage to press the bell, knowing full well that he is home alone.

The feeling of anxiety buzzes throughout your body as you wait for some sort of response. A gentle flutter filling your chest when you finally get one in the form of Daichi opening his front door, disheveled and confused.

“y/n? What are you doing here?”

However, no matter how hard you try to let it out… You just can’t. It’s like the words have been caught in your throat, hanging onto your cords and refusing to let go.

“I just- uh… I just missed you is all…”

Daichi cocks an eyebrow, and you can tell he finds it odd- perhaps not even believing what you have said. But nonetheless, he steps aside inviting you in, though not without a yawn as he rubs his eyes, highlighting the dark circles that have formed just beneath them. Once again you feel bad for intruding in on his time.

He leads you to his room, where he opens his blanket to you knowing full well that the both of you have school the next morning. 

Gladly, you accept crawling under his comforter with him and snuggling close because while it wasn’t exactly the reason why you were there, it was definitely something on your mind.

But even with the undeniable comfort that is his embrace and gentle touch as he traces your bare skin with his gentle touches, you still can’t fall asleep. No matter how long you close your eyes, or how many sheep you count, your mind is just racing. 

“y/n… why are you really here?”

Suddenly, everything you were holding in becomes overwhelmingly strong. It starts with small tears until you’re sobbing into his sheets.

And even then, you can’t bring yourself to just say it, but at the same time you don’t really need to, because he knows, and he understands.

Turning on the small bedside lamp, he pulls you into his lap. His hold becoming tighter than before as he rocks back and forth with you.

“Shhh… It’s okay.”

“I’m so tired Daichi... “

“I know… I’m here.”

All at once, you feel so much lighter.

The day seemed to drag on longer and longer with each passing minute. It was like one thing after another, something always weighing down on your shoulders from the moment you decided to get out of bed that morning.

You haven’t said anything, but Kuroo can see it from the moment he greeted you at the entrance of the school. He notices it in the way your shoulders tense up, and the way the corners of your lips twitch just the slightest as you try so hard to smile at him as if nothing were wrong… But he knows, and he refuses to let it slip.

“y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Tetsu, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… I’m okay.”

He doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t push either, simply nodding at you as he grasps your hand in his own, intertwining your fingers together as he always does.

Though this time you notice that his grip is slightly tighter than usual, his thumb caressing the back of your hand gently, and for a moment, it appears as though everything eases and the weight of your world doesn’t feel so heavy.

But, it seems like all good things come to an end and the pressure on your shoulders return, only getting heavier and heavier throughout the day until you feel unable to truly be there as the lesson goes on, the teacher’s words flowing through your head and out your ear. 

You tell yourself repeatedly that it’ll be okay… And maybe, just maybe it will, but you can see past your own lies, and you can feel yourself slipping as the lecture portion of the class comes to an end.

“l/n?”

“May I please go to the bathroom?”

“Alright,  make it quick”

With hurried steps you leave the room that has grown insufferably small, head hung low as you avoid the gazes of your fellow peers, because you know he can see you from his seat just a couple of rows from your own, and that terrifies you.

However, despite your quick pace, you can’t seem to make it to the bathroom, because with each step the walls begin to close in, and with every breath, it seems that your lungs are set to fire. So instead you opt for the nearest empty staircase, hugging your knees to your chest as quiet sobs rip through your body.

Cupping a hand over your mouth to suppress your cries, you don’t notice the heartbroken look in Kuroo’s eyes when he sees your trembling figure.

Silently, he makes his way over to you, engulfing your body against his frame.

“Let it out…”

You finally do, removing your hand from your mouth to set your sobs free into his chest as he runs his fingers over your clothed back. He’s warm, and that eases your mind just a little.

“Tetsurou?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not fine…”

“I know… And that’s okay…I’ve got you...”

And he means it.

Tsukishima noticed the abnormalities in your behavior throughout the day. He saw it in the subtle strains as your words wavered, and your feigned smile, or the simple sharp intake of breath you took when your brows pinched together. And while most were oblivious to your behavior, he had caught all the oddities, docking each one down with a mental note as the day went on.

“Are you okay y/n? You seem… Different.”

“I’m fine Kei, don’t worry about me.”

“...If you say so.”

But now, as your finger’s lace with Tsukishima’s on the walk home together. He can feel the remaining tenseness that has been lingering in your body the whole day. He concludes that his suspicions were correct. You are not okay.

However despite this revelation, you can’t bring yourself to admit it, even as you think back to the bad grade on your math test or the group project, that has more so become a you project with the lack of effort your partner has put in. You feel as though it’ll all come crashing down when you finally give in, and that scares you.

The thought makes you inhale sharply. Your grip on his hand tightening just ever so slightly as your mind becomes so scattered that you don’t even notice his gentle squeeze in response.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I told you already, I’m okay."

A breath of relief that you didn’t even know you were holding is released at the sight of his home, which in this case has very much become one of the places you call home as well.

The familiar scent of his mother’s cooking fills your body as you enter the house, offering her a polite bow which she returns with a bright smile.

All these things have been embedded within you with how many times you’ve done them. So it’s all the more frustrating when this routine is broken in the form of this constant lingering of tangled negative emotions that have you tightening your grip on your pencil, threatening to snap it.

Tsukishima watches the way you slump over your work, your grip on the pencil tight before loosening until it clatters onto the table followed by a broken cry as you curl into yourself.

He doesn’t necessarily show it, but he can feel a piece of himself break along with you as he watches you crumble. Especially since he doesn’t exactly know what to do- he’s never been good with comforting people, not when he was young and not now.

And as you hear his footsteps around the room, you figure that he’s probably left, knowing that he must be a little overwhelmed too. But the sudden weight that’s placed over your shoulders surprises you causing you to look up, only to see that he had wrapped his (secret) favorite dinosaur comforter around you.

Hesitantly, he brings you into his arms, settling you between his legs as he rests his chin upon your head letting you cry into the fabric of the blanket.

It’s in his comforting warmth that you find the courage to finally admit what’s bothering you.

“It feels like everything is going wrong- I try so hard and it feels like everything just breaks… I’m so exhausted Kei.”

He listens silently, letting you vent out your emotions into the quiet space because he wants you to feel heard and safe.

“You are the most capable person I know. All anyone can ever do is their best y/n… And sometimes it doesn’t work out, that’s just life… But I’ll be damned if I let you experience that on your own.”

“Thank you Kei… I love you”

“... I love you too.”

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[beenbaanbuun]

STRAY KIDS’ reaction to their S/O being clumsy

I’ve really hurt my ankle after repeatedly hitting it on the same thing so I have decided to write this.

CHAN

You’d better believe that he would baby proof everything. He has major dad vibes, and he cannot stand to see you hurt, so if that means no sharp corners anywhere, then so be it. He would constantly check up on you to see if you’re okay, and if the answer is no, he will just sigh and give you a lecture on the way to the hospital.

“You okay, babygirl?” Chan’s voice was soothing over the phone, but it did nothing to take away the throbbing feeling that was spreading through your leg. You tried to remain calm and tell him you were fine, but the moment you moved, you flinched and sucked in a breath through your teeth. You hoped he didn’t hear, but the moment you heard him sigh, you knew he heard you. “I’ll be at yours in 10. You can tell me what happened on the way to the hospital.”

MINHO

He didn’t think it was that bad when he first met you. Sure, you’d trip over from time to time, and you normally had bruises all over your legs, but it could be worse. That was until you broke your arm after tripping over a table leg. After that, Minho wouldn’t go more than a few hours without checking up on you, and most nights he would visit your house to check that you’re okay.

“Is that another bruise?” Minho and you were sat watching Netflix when he looked over to see a huge purple spot on your shin. You just nodded, too engrossed in the show to pay much attention to what he was saying. Once again, you’d tripped over your coffee table and ended up with a huge bruise, and probably some other damage too, but it was the usual for you to be hurt. “One day, I’ll wrap you in bubble-wrap so you can’t get hurt.”

CHANGBIN

He tries his hardest not to laugh every time you fall over, he promises, but its just so funny. Obviously if you’re badly hurt he’ll stop laughing and do what he can to help, but most of the time, he just stands there and laughs. He makes you see the good in things, and most of the time you laugh at your clumsiness too, as long as you’re not in too much pain.

“(Y/N), stop falling over!” He could barely get his words out through his laughter, but he soon went quiet when you didn’t get up. He noticed that your shoulders were shaking, almost like you were crying, and that was when the panic set in. Rushing around like a headless chicken wasn’t going to help you much, but Changbin had no idea what to do to help you. Eventually, after panicking for a few minutes, he reached to touch your shoulder, making you turn round. You were crying, but from laughter. “You idiot! I thought you were hurt!”

HYUNJIN

He’d get so fed up of you hurting yourself that he demanded that every moment you were free, you were where he could see you. He baby proofed the dorms, which is where you spent most evenings, and he even went as far as baby proofing your own flat. You were not getting hurt in any way shape or form as long as Hyunjin had anything to do with it, although it was more for his own peace of mind than anything else.

“What was it this time?” You’d broken your toe for what seemed like the 100th time to Hyunjin, and honestly, he couldn’t believe you’d done it. He’d made sure that you had clear paths in your flat to avoid any stubbed toes, and yet you still managed to hurt yourself badly. Truth be told, you just weren’t paying attention to you ‘path’ that Hyunjin had made for you, and just walked into the sofa, stubbing your toe on the leg. “If you don’t stop, I’ll have to remove all of your furniture.”

JISUNG

He thinks you’re adorable, no joke. Every time you trip over something, as long as you aren’t hurt, he’ll grin and make sure that you know he loves you with every bone in his body. When you are hurt, he will be like a lost puppy, but his affection is good enough for you. Let him give you a few kisses better, and you’ll be as good as new, if not better.

“Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay?” He crouched next to you, taking in the sight of your bloodied knees. You knew going for a hike was a bad idea, but Jisung was so excited, how could you say no. Now there you were sat on the floor in pain. That was until Jisung pressed his lips to yours, and the pain seemed to drain away. It was over in seconds and he began to look in his bag for a bandage, but you stopped him, wanting another kiss.

“Another one, and then I’ll be all better.”

FELIX

If you keep getting hurt, he’s going to have a heart attack soon. Every time you call him, he worries that you’ve hurt yourself, and every time you don’t ring, he worries that you’ve hurt yourself. He’s just in a constant state of worry, and for good reason too. Every few weeks, he gets a phone call from you, telling him that you’ve trapped your finger in something and broken it, or you’ve smashed something by accident and cut some part of your body on it.

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” He held his breath as he waited for you to confirm you were okay over the phone. When he heard your shaky breath, he felt his heart beat just a little faster, knowing that you’d hurt yourself again. He prepared himself to go round to your house to asses the damage while you spoke to him over the phone and told him what had happened. He sighed in response, just about to leave the house. “I’ll be there in 10, babe. Hold on for a few minutes.”

SEUNGMIN

Whenever you hurt yourself accidentally, he didn’t know what to do, even though it happened often enough. Usually, he’d ring Chan and ask him to bring supplies, but on the occasion that Chan was busy, Seungmin would be clueless. Usually, he’d fumble about with different plasters and try to deal with everything like that, which only occasionally worked.

“Chan didn’t answer the phone, so looks like I’m your doctor.” Seungmin muttered as he inspected the inside of the first aid kit. You’d twisted your ankle and couldn’t walk on it, so naturally you called your boyfriend. He wasn’t very good at first aid, resorting to either wrapping something in bandage, or giving it a kiss better, neither of which were going to work today. Your worst fears came true as he pulled out a roll of gauze and a pair of scissors. “This’ll have to do until Chan can call me back, okay?”

JEONGIN

He will take any opportunity to look after you, so its kind of a blessing for him that the opportunity comes regularly. You try to be with each other often anyway, so he’s usually with you when you hurt yourself. He doesn’t always know what to do, but he does know how to comfort you by being his usual loud and cheerful sellf.

“Hey, hey, don’t pay attention to that, baby.” He tilted you head up to stop you looking at the open wound on your leg. Entertaining you whilst waiting for the ambulance was hard, let alone doing it while trying not to panic himself. It seemed to be going well, except every few minutes you decided to look at your leg, and Jeongin would have to stop you from looking at it. “Look at me. Surely I’m more interesting to you than that.”

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #skz #skz fluff #skz reactions #skz scenarios

[adamdrivercouldchokeme]

Smutty halloween Clyde request?? “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”/“I’m up for it if you are.”/“Why is arson always your first answer?” All these together make me think of something silly and fun? Hope you’re into them, if not no worries ☺️

I truly have no explanation to why this is being posted now when were technically in the Christmas month but enjoy nevertheless! I went to my first pumpkin patch to do a little research for this but I did have to google what one is like too. This is smutty but has a nice sprinkle of fluff here and there. 💖💖 (I also suck at titles)

Pairing: Clyde Logan x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Creampie and slight mention of a hand around throat but no chocking! There is also multiple mentions of a spider but it’s stuffed. Still not sure what I’m suppose to put here so let me know if I need to add anything!

Word count: 2.9k 

Stuffed Spiders and Smiles

You and Clyde had just spent a wonderful afternoon together, he had taken you to your first pumpkin patch. You had grabbed Clyde’s hand with excitement not knowing what you wanted to do first with him repeatedly having to tell you to slow down and that there was plenty of time to do everything. Eventually having decided to go to the haunted house, which was a lot of fun due to the variety of masked people that jumped out at you both. Clyde made sure to hold onto you just in case you got scared but secretly you knew it was because he wasn’t a fan of things like this but you humoured him by clinging to his arm to comfort him. You don’t know how you did it but you managed to convince Clyde to have a little pumpkin painted on his face to match yours, nodding when they asked if he wanted any glitter added to it. Finally, you got some hot apple cider to sip while you walked along the array of pumpkins, trying to decide which one or five you wanted to take home. You both had picked out big pumpkins, which you had enthusiastically told Clyde you could carve together with a huge grin on your face which made one break out on his face in return.

Before heading home, you asked Clyde if he didn’t mind coming to the store with you so you could pick up a few extra decorations for your house. “Can we go to the store before we go back to my place? I just need a couple more things for the house” Clyde didn’t even need to look at your face to know you were pouting at him, like he could say no to you anyway. “I’ll come in with ya but ya know ya don’t be needin’ no more stuff, the store will have nothin’ left ta sell ya” He sighed before turning to see you smiling at him, he knew he’d do anything to see that smile even if it meant facilitating your addiction to Halloween décor. You park up at the store and hurry to grab Clyde’s hand, lacing your fingers between his and dragging him in. Looking around at all the different items before settling to look at some string lights to hang outside, Clyde loves the way your eyes shine just like the lights you were looking at, he admired the way you looked at everything like you’d never seen it before even when he knew for a fact you would have been in here the other day and a millions other times before that. He was brought out of his thoughts when you decided to throw a stuffed spider at him, laughing as he scrambled to make out what it was and whether or not he wanted to catch it. “Christ (Y/N)!”. Holding the spider in his large paw. “If I found a spider this big in the trailer, hell anywhere, I’d burn the whole thing down!” Clyde huffed. “Why is arson always your first answer? I thought ya life of crime was over” you teased, lowering your voice to try and mimic his. Dodging quickly as he threw the spider right back at you, picking it up and putting it in your cart, Clyde giving you a look. “What? It’s kinda cute, it will go perfect with the others I have” You giggled as you walked away swaying your hips, continuing to look at a few more things before heading to pay. Clyde helps put the bags in his car before getting your door.

Once you got back to your place Clyde again helps bring the bags in, setting them down on the countertop while you searched through a couple to find your new spider. “I’m going to go and put this in my room, want to see how I’ve decorated it?” Flashing Clyde, a smile, the smile that made him weak at the knees. He follows you down the hall to your room, watching as you open the door. He was taken aback by the way you had decorated your room, you’d told him you were going to do it but he thought you may hang a few lights and put up some of those fake spider webs that he’d always walk into when Mellie would decorate the Duck Tape. Taking a quick mental note to ask if you wanted to help her decorate this year and every year after that. He resumes looking around taking in the candles that makes your room smell like spiced apples, the little Jack o’ lantern rug which sat next to your bed, the black bedspread which was littered with tiny ghosts which all had different silly expressions and he notices an orange pillow with spooky wrote in bold, black letters.

Clyde watches as you add your new plush spider to the pile of stuffed toys that lined your windowsill before lying back on your pillows, curling your index finger beckoning him over like a siren. He perched next to you on the bed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Ya look so beautiful Darlin, did ya have a good day?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. “Of course, Big Bear! Thank you for taking me out today” You replied, moving so Clyde could now lie back against your pillows as you straddle his hips. “Anythin’ fer ya” He said before bringing you down for a kiss, licking his bottom lip for access which he gladly grants while groaning as you start to slowly move your hips around grinding into his growing bulge. “Darlin, wait” Clyde breathed out, you quickly pull your mouth from his. “Everything okay?” You question, concern in your voice. “I know they’re just stuffed animals, but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.” Clyde’s eyes looking from yours to the windowsill full of toys before looking back to you, you lean forward pressing your face into his neck trying to stifle the giggle that still ends up slipping past your lips. Clyde huffs at your reaction his plump lips forming a pout but his breath hitches as you start to press gentle kisses up his neck and over his jaw, stopping next to his ear. “Maybe they could be our own little audience which I’m up for it if you are.” You whisper before carefully nipping his ear lobe, Clyde couldn’t help but buck his hips up slightly at your response. Pressing kisses along his jaw then reconnecting your lips with his, swiping your tongue along his plump bottom lip again asking for access which he grants. Moaning as he licks into your mouth, both of your tongues fighting for dominance before you give into him.

He reaches for the hem of your top only pulling his mouth from yours for a spilt second so he can pull it over your head before tossing it to a random spot in the room. Carding your fingers through his dark hair before slightly tugging close to the root causing Clyde to grunt into your mouth. Pecking his lips once more before pulling off them as his lips try to follow yours, smirking at his reaction. He sits up to give you better access to his shirt buttons which you begin undoing, desperate to get to what’s underneath, giggling as he tries to pepper your neck with kisses, throwing you slightly off balance.

Once his shirt and top have joined yours on the floor you gently push him back onto the bed while placing kisses over the wide expanse of his chest, feeling his ribs expand under your palms as you glide your warm tongue around his nipple before sucking the skin into your mouth, triggering Clyde to grab your waist with his flesh hand, hissing as you pull off him, the cold air hardening the pink bud further. “Sh-Shit Darlin, that feels so good” He moans, voice slightly strained as he watches you bite and suck the swollen nipple. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he involuntarily grinds his bulge against your clothed core, feeling how wet you were getting from his sounds. Moving your lips over to his other nipple to make sure it didn’t feel left out, wondering if you could make him cum from the stimulation but you’d bring that up to him another time. Once satisfied at how puffy and pinks his nipples are you slowly start to move down his body while making sure to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses in your wake, undoing his belt you suck tiny love bites around his stomach knowing the little red marks would eventually turn into bruises making you even wetter knowing you were marking your territory.

With Clyde’s help you pull off his jeans and socks leaving him perfectly bare in front of you, sitting back on your knees you took a minute to admire your tall mountain man. “You’re so handsome, Baby” You tell him, running your nails along his thick thighs, causing him to shudder and blush all the way up to the tips of his ears. “Thank ya, (Y/N). I love ya so much” He replies running his thumb lovingly along your cheek. “I love you too, Clyde” you reply wrapping your hand around his large cock feeling him twitch as you pump him a couple of times before lowering you mouth to his pink, swollen head, poking your tongue out to swipe up the precum that had gathered at the tip. His hand reaches out to hold the back of your head before letting go with an apology. “It’s okay, you can grab me. I’m a big girl, I can take it” You reassure him as you lower your mouth onto him, taking him inch by inch until you couldn’t fit anymore, using your tongue to caress the underside of his cock while your hand strokes what you couldn’t fit. Massaging his balls gently in the palm of your hand while continuing this pattern, looking up at him through your lashes until he couldn’t take anymore.

“St-stop! That’s a nough, I’ll be cumin’ down ya throat if ya carry on” Clyde exclaims as he reluctantly pulls your mouth off his cock with an audible pop, lifting you up to kiss him groaning into your mouth which you happily swallow down for him. “Was that okay, baby?” You ask innocently. “That was more than okay, Babygirl. Just want to be buried in this sweet pussy o’ yours when I cum” His reply making you clench your legs together before he flips you both over so you’re underneath his large frame. He hastily removes your yellow lace bra, your nipples instantly hardening in the cool air before Clyde dives straight in to warm them up, his wet tongue coating your left nipple in his saliva. Sucking and biting while he rolls the stiff peak of the right one between his thick fingertips. Swapping over to give the right one the same attention from his mouth. Writhing and moaning non-stop under his caresses, he pulls off once he is satisfied with how stiff they are.

He helps you pull off the rest of your clothes then letting your legs naturally drop open for your man to settle himself between, staring at your glistening slit. “I know I said those candy apples were sweet earlier but this pussy o’ yers will always be sweeter” Clyde said between planting kisses on your inner thighs, the feel of his facial hair tickling and teasing where his lip met your skin were divine. “Clyde, please stop teasing! I can’t take it, I want you” whining loudly as you try to close your legs. “Look at my Babygirl, all needy for me. Huh?” He questions placing his metal arm around your thigh while placing his hand on your stomach to keep you in place. “Tell me what you want darlin” Clyde asks, mouth hovering just over where you want him most. “Y-your mouth, please” you beg, the feeling of the cold metal of his arm against your hot skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Clyde places a kiss just above your clit causing you to buck slightly as your hands dive into his thick hair, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling the hard nub with the tip of his tongue. Clyde moans and groans into your soaked pussy like it’s his last meal, sucking on your clit as he brings his finger down to your entrance, circling it before pushing the thick digit in. You clench around it, pulling harder at his hair as he slowly grinds his member into your mattress for some relief. “Ya think ya can handle another? He asks cockily. “Yes, I can. Please, please” you babble as Clyde adds a second finger with no resistance. Continuing to suck on your swollen clit as his two fingers pump in and out of you before curling up to find that spot inside of you. Your body squirming in his grip when he does. “I’m so close, ohhhh” You whine. “That’s it Darlin, cum for me” he tells you before diving back in and continuing his ministrations at a quicker pace. “I’m gonna cum, fuck! Clyyyyde” You moan, clenching hard around his fingers while your legs squeeze the sides of his head, back arching and toes curling as the pleasure shoots up your spine. Once your whole body feels like jelly and you fall back breathlessly on to you pillows, smiling blissfully at you boyfriend. “Such a good girl, my beautiful girl” Clyde tells you as he pulls his fingers from your soaked entrance bringing them up to his mouth to clean off your arousal, groaning happily at the taste. “Sweeter than those candies fer sure” You laugh in response as you reach your arms out to pull him down for a kiss, slipping your tongue in his mouth and moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Noticing a smudge on his face you turn it to the side, giggling at the remnants of the glittery orange pumpkin that was once there. Looking down at your thigh that now sparkles in the dim lighting of your room. The pair of you laughing at the mess.

You motion for him to lie on his back straddling his waist before gripping his cock to rub your wetness all over his thick length, Clyde swallowing each moan and whimper you produce for him. “Now whose teasin?” You smirk as you grip his large member and run it along your folds before pressing the blunt head against your entrance, slowly pushing down as you moan at the delicious burn from the stretch. Once fully seated Clyde grabs your hips to stop your movements giving himself a minute, overwhelmed by the feeling of your hot cunt steadily pulsing on his length. Pulling you down for an opened mouthed kiss before giving your ass a quick slap. Placing both your palms one his wide chest as he keeps his on your hips, loving the feeling of both his hand squeezing your soft flesh. You begin to slowly grind your hips in circular motions, lifting and sinking back down, the pleasure carrying tingles up from the base your spine. “That’s it, Darlin. Take what ya need from ya Big Bear” Clyde grunts sitting up, your chests pressing together, feeling the rapid beating of your heart. Picking up the pace he thrusts up into you, grabbing the back of your neck with his metal hand and your ass with his other. You feel your second climax beginning to build quickly still being a little sensitive from your previous, you snake your hand down to your swollen clit, gliding your fingers across it. “Baby, I’m so close” You groan into Clyde’s mouth, as he gently wraps his metal hand around your neck so he can look into your glazed eyes, feeling your cunt fluttering around him. “Cum fer me, cum all over ma cock” He demands watching your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth hanging open letting out a shout of his name. Your hot, wet cunt gushes all over his cock, the rhythmic pulses of your pussy grip his cock like a vice. Clyde intensely throws his head back, shutting his honeyed eyes in pleasure as his orgasm begins to rush through his body. A couple more thrusts and his cock throbs wildly before shooting rope after rope of thick cum inside you. “O-oh fuuucccck, I love you” He moans as his climax hits him. “I love you too” you reply, moaning at the feeling of his warm load filling you to the brim. Taking a minute for the pair of you to get your breathing back to normal you lean your forehead against his, content in each other’s presence. Smiling at him before placing a peck to his plump lips moving your head back to see a wide toothy grin on his face. “Ya know what?” Clyde asks. “What?” You reply, pushing the hair from Clyde’s sweaty forehead before tucking it behind his ears to look at his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “Those stuffed toys are still fuckin’ creepy” He tells you, trying to keep a straight face. You laugh swatting at his chest, shaking your head then leaning back in for another sweet kiss.

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[violetnotez]

let's have more bois with pregnant s/os! 😂😂😂 Tamaki,Mirio,and Shinsou their reactions to finding out their gonna be daddies ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Omg yes anon, these boys would have the cutest reactions to finding out they got their s/o knocked up ❤️

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Hc: Pregnant S/O

Pairing: Tamaki x reader, Mirio x reader, Shinsou x reader

Also, I realized I should specify the ages of all the characters! Everyone will be aged up to like around 20-21 ☺️

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Tamaki

Tamaki has just finished patrolling for the day when he got a strange message from you, asking him to pick up some things from the market

That wasn’t particularly unusual, you would occasionally ask him to do so after work if he wasn’t too tired

But it seemed like you were trying to message someone else and not him-your message had asked “her” to grab “a lot of disposable cups”

You had also sent an image...Tamaki’s curiosity was too strong, his fingers clicking on the picuture instantly

His eyes gazed at the list, instantly recognizing the handwriting as your own. The list only had a few items, such as milk, flour, choclate...but then, at the very end, you had wrote something that truly threw his mind of out control

You wanted whoever you were texting to buy pregnancy tests

His anxiety instantly went through the roof-pregnany?! You thought you were pregnant?!? How long had you been thinking this?!? We’re you okay?!? Who was even with you getting you this stuff?!

He began to take a few deep breaths and focus his attention to calming his heart rate-something he had been practicing in order to control his anxiety

There had to be a simple explanation-maybe you were just helping a friend...maybe they were for Neijire and not for you...you had said she was going to be visiting you today

But then-you had mentioned your period was uncharacteristically late since it hadn’t came yet...and you two had been active recently-crap he needed to get home right now

Tamaki is usually a very cautious driver, but today, he was borderline speeding

He was just too wrapped up in his thoughts, trying to convince himself that it was all a misunderstanding, that you weren’t pregnant and it was just his anxiety making situations seem worse than what they were

He was itching to call you, but he was afraid of the answer you would give him-what if you did truly think your were pregnant?

he didn’t want to work himself up so badly that he wasn’t even able to drive-

no, he was going to wait to talk to you in person, that was the best thing to do

He came into the driveway, parking his car quickly, his duffel bag with his change of clothes and personal belongings long forgotten in the trunk

As he was walking up to the front steps, his mind racing, he heard none other than Neijri greet him from behind

“Oh Tamaki-san, your home from work quiet early! Slow day out there?” She chirped a little too cheerfully

Tamaki noticed the plastic bag in her hand, making him gulp-oh no, it had to be for you then

Neijire stood in front of him awkwardly, not knowing what to do

“It’s wonderful to see you, but um, Y/n-san is going through some things right now...she asked me to help her while you were out patrolling-she didn’t want to worry you prematurely...”

Neijire gave him a reassuring smile, handing him the bag

Poor Tamaki was shaking, his head hanging low-was it all true then? We’re you really thinking you were pregnant?

“Y/n-san will explain everything, but whatever happens-I hope you both are happy!” She grinned, giving Tamaki a quick hug and a cheerful goodbye as she jogged to her own car

Tamaki shakily opened the front door, too terrified to look in the bag

You came bounding down the hallway, your hair tied back loosely

“Neijire, I can’t thank you enough for- Tamaki!” You gasped slightly, not expecting to see him in front of you

You instantly ran to him, noticing how pale he looked-he honestly looked like he would pass out

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You asked, your voice full of concern as you took the bag gingerly from his hands, sitting him on the couch

“Is it true?” He asked quietly, his voice timid, “that-that you think your-“

You sighed, taking his hand in yours. You had realized too late that you had sent the message accidentally to him, too terrified of his reaction to call him after the mistake

“Well, yes, I think I might be-be pregnant...but I don’t know for sure...theres really only one way to find out.” You gave him a small smile, trying to be reassuring

you were freaking out on the inside, but after seeing Tamaki look so terrified, you knew you had to be the one who was strong for the both of you

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you apologized, your hand finding his, “ I didn’t mean to hide this from you, I just didn’t want to worry you unless I knew for sure,”

“I-It’s alright, I want to be here for you when you find out...I-it is potentially our child after all” he said quietly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin of your hand

You gave him a quick kiss, smiling reassuringly as you let go of his hand, taking the bag Neijiri had gotten for you

“Well-lets go find out, shall we?”

Tamaki had waited outside the door as you went to the bathroom, coming in once you went to check the test

You were honestly too scared at that point to see, so you had asked him if he was up for checking it for you

He was terrified as well, but as he was waiting, he began to think about the situation-he wouldn’t mind having a child with you, he knew one day he wanted to settle down with you and make you his for the rest of his life

This would just be a step towards that, right? He loved you with all his heart, and couldn’t think of anybody else having a child with-apart of him was hoping for it to be positive, wanting nothing more to be a father to the life you two had potentially created

His hands were shaking as he took the test in his hands, seeing that there was two little lines, meaning you were, in fact, pregnant

Poor Tamaki’s emotions finally released, tears streaming down his face quietly as he hugged you close-you were so confused, but apart of you already knew the truth

You were now crying as well, both of you complete messes as you asked him repeatedly what the test said through hiccups

He just knelt down, kissing your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close

Mirio

It was a pretty normal day for Mirio-he got up, did his usual work out routine, and then got himself ready to go on a date with you later on in the day

You two had decided to go get lunch at a quiet little cafe not to far from both of your apartments-you had also told him you had something “important” to tell him, which also kinda got him excited to here your news

He was hoping it was something positive, because when you had told him this over the phone the night before, you sounded pretty nervous, but wouldn’t reveal any other details

He drove into the parking lot of the cafe, instantly recognizing your car in the parking lot, making him smile

He found you at your favorite booth, looking down at your phone, until you looked up and smiled as you saw him walking over

He loved your smile, it was always so bright and beautiful-but something about it was different today...you almost looked nervous

He doesn’t pay too much attention to it, you did say you had news for him after all, maybe you just had some jitters

“Hey, sunshine, how are you?” He asks cheerfully, bringing you into a tight hug

“Well that’s strange,” he thought-you usually always squeezed him super tight, but today you almost kept him at a distance, like it hurt to hug him

He pulled away, staring at your face in worry-“You doing alright, babe?”

You shrugged off his worry quickly, not wanting to bring attention to it-“Oh it’s nothing, just-well, my chest has been a little tender but it’s fine,”

He knew something more was wrong, but as much as he wanted you to say what it was, he knew you’d tell him in your own time

The rest of the date went as your dates usually always went, you both talking happily about your lives with Mirio making you laugh occasionally

He did notice some things were different about you-you seemed to be really cautious of what you ate, asking if anything had caffeine or excess salt in the food. Your face, even when you laughed, was always somehow knitted with nervousness

He also noticed that your chest had been looking a little larger-he didn’t mind at all, he loved your body no matter what it looked like, it was just-strange to him. You also would sometimes rub your hands on your stomach below the counter, thinking he wouldn’t be able to see

It was all so peculiar to him-it made him really wonder what was going on that was making you act so differently

He reached his hand across the table, placing his larger hand in yours

“So-what exactly did you want to tell me?” He gave you a bright, reassuring smile, his heart aching slightly when you looked down at your lap

You looked so scared-were you okay? He started to get nervous himself-maybe something terrible had happened, like you were sick, or hurt

He just wanted you to tell him-whatever was going on, you would get through it together

He gave you a reassuring squeeze on your hand-“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked quietly, that bright smile still on his lips “Nothing you say is going to make me judge you or turn away from you-you can always trust me.”

He watched you take a deep breath, your ribs rattling slightly from the nerves

“Mirio-I-I...” you stuttered, “I’m pregnant-with your baby.”

Well SHIT HE DIDNT EXPECT THAT-

He may or may not have yelled out “Pregnant?!?” A little too loudly-he just wasn’t expecting that

After you shushed him to be a little more quiet, he lowered his voice some

“Whoa-pregnany-are-are you sure?”

You played with your fingers, the nerves still set in your system, “Yes, I-I has a feeling... some I may or may not have taken a whole box of tests a few days ago. And-and they all came back positive.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you, I just didn’t know how or when or where- it was just so sudden.”

“I know we didn’t talk much about starting a family, Mirio, but,” you asked timidly, his hands still in yours, “what do you think about it?”

Mirio sat quietly for a few moments-he knew this was a huge thing, bringing in a child into this world. It was true you two hadnt talked a lot about starting a family, it wasn’t on either of your minds since you two were so young. But, he loved you too much to walk away from you and his child-it would be completely wrong for him to do so. He didn’t want to either-he loved you and this child you two had created.

His rough thumb brushed the skin of your hand, the sensation soothing to your nerves

“It’s all your decision y/n, but I love you-and this child we created. I’m would be excited to be a father!”

Shinsou

Also I’m tired and I’m pretty sure I spelt him name wrong THE ENTIRE TIME IM SORRY

You were wrapped up in Shinso’s body, your legs intertwining with his

His body was warm and comforting, his heart beating strong in his chest

You felt yourself beginning to wake up, soft sunlight flitting through the curtains of the room

It didn’t help either that your leg and inner thighs were killing you-you and Shinso were active quite a lot, but last night had seemed to really become a toll on your body

You groaned, snuggling yourself closer to him-he was so comfortable and gentle when he was sleeping

Shinsou seemed to had woken up slightly too, his hands petting your bed tossled hair

“You doing alright doll?” He asked huskily, he voiced still sounding sleepy

“Yeah,” you sighed, snuggling closer to him, “just-sore.”

“Aww you poor thing-but I didn’t here you complaining last night though,”He chuckled, placing a kiss on top of your head

You pushed yourself up, making yourself able to look into his lavender eyes as you laid your head on his bare chest

“Well I didn’t say that,” you said, giving him a cheeky smirk- “Just you gotta be a little gentle-I still need to be able to walk the next day,”

“Wheres the fun in that, kitten? You look so pretty when your a mess under me...”

Your cheecks instantly turned a beet red, a small smile tugging at your lips

Even though Shinso was making you a blushing mess, you instantly felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, something you had been experiencing for a few weeks now

A burning sensation began to fill your throat, and to your horror, you felt yourself want to throw up

Shinso noticed your face pale as it turned from adorably embarrassed to terrfied

“Are you-“ he barely got out until you leaped off his body, stumbling to the bathroom

You barely got near the toilet before you began to empty the contents of your stomach into it

Shinso quickly followed you in, throwing on a pair of his boxers he had left on the floor from last night

His heart hurt hearing you sound so sick, your back heaving into the toilet-he softly grabbed your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back

He was just so confused-you had seemed fine...you didn’t show any signs of being sick yesterday or last night-so why were you suddenly just throwing up like there was no tomorrow?

You finally had finished, laying your forehead on the cold seat

“What’s wrong doll-you okay?” He asked softly, brushing your hair with his fingers

You nodded numbly, feeling dehydrated and exhausted

“This has been happening-kinda a lot...” you croaked out, trying to clear the parch areas in your throat

Shinso stopped you from talking anymore, worried you would hurt yourself and went to go get you some water

He came back with a blanket and a bottle of water, you drinking in small sips as you sat on the blanket

“So-this is happening a lot, right?” He asked, watching to make sure the color came back to your face, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You nodded your head numbly- “I-I was scared to tell you...because-well-“ you sighed nervously, looking down at the floor-“I also missed my period last week.”

It took Shinso to let that information set in-you missed your period? Why the hell would that matter? But then he began to connect the dots...you two had sex quite a lot....you were having morning sickness...you didn’t get your period-oh shit

He states it very bluntly, but stutters slightly over his words-“Your-your pregnant?”

“I-I don’t know for sure Shinso...but I have a feeling, just everything adds up to that,”

He’ll curse under his breath, sitting for a second in silence-that was such a huge piece of information for him to process

A baby was a big deal-you two were bringing in a new life into this world...he would be lying if he didn’t say he was terrified. It wasn’t under the best timing, you two never discussed having a child so soon...but he loved you. It was as much his baby as it was yours, and he would never just walk out of yours and his potential child’s life just because he was too scared.

He would do anything for you-that included welcoming this new child into the world with you

“Okay, I believe you y/n,” he’ll finally say, his bright purple eyes boaring into yours, “we’re having a baby. Let’s figure this out together, alright, kitten?”

—————-

HOLY CRAP THIS TOOK FOREVER SORRY

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha hc #bnha tamaki x reader #tamaki amakiji #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #awkward amajiki #amajiki tamaki imagine #mirio x you #mirio x reader #my hero academia mirio #mha mirio #bnha mirio #mirio togata #mirio headcanons #mha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #shinsou imagine #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinso x reader #shinsou hc

[hazza-bear-care]

Stay Safe (1/3)

A/N: I FINALLY STARTED WATCHING CRIMINAL MINDS!!! Granted I am still on season 1, I feel a little more comfortable writing about the BAU crew. Dr. Reid is definitely my favorite so far, but there’s always room for improvement lol. Anyway, enjoy. PS my timeframe is all over the place. I described Spencer’s looks from the later seasons, but kept the season 1 characters because they’re the only ones I know right now lol. Sorry for the confusion, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (oc)

Warnings: THREE CHAPTERS WORTH OF SMUT!!!! This one is light (fingering mostly, kinda public, dirty talk from Dr. Spencer Reid himself)

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Nova Calderon is a child psychotherapist born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland. After graduating from Towson University with her bachelor’s in criminal psychology and receiving her master’s from John’s Hopkins, she finally felt ready to start a job with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. 

Shouldering her black leather satchel, File-O-Fax clutched tightly the grip of her left elbow, a blistering cup of coffee in her right hand, she nudged her way through swarms of people. Silently praying that she wasn’t late, Nova took a seat on the Metro and decided to flip through her portfolio: three years interning under the best of the best in the Pentagon, a permanent position following not long after. But, the Pentagon couldn’t sustain her for too long: by the time she finished a pile of reports, fifteen more showed up on her desk. She longed to do more than just basic homeland security. Nova always knew she wanted to work in the government, but she didn’t spend all that money and energy in school to be someone’s assistant. After those three years and six months, Nova had the opportunity to join the BAU after her boss had put in a good word with Jason Gideon about her work ethic as well as her interactions with the children that often passed through the halls whenever a higher-up decided to bring one in for fun or even school field trips. 

The train screeched to a halt and she assumed, quite correctly, that the current stop was hers. Jumping up from her seat and startling the creep sitting next to her and almost breaking his nose with her shoulder, she scrambled off the train and scurried through the streets of Quantico. Finally locating the right building, she entered and was immediately intimidated by the hustle and bustle happening around her. 

“Hi. I’m Nova Calderon. I have a meeting with a Jason Gideon?”

“Agent Gideon is out for today, but his associate Aaron Hotchner will be conducting your interview.” After listening to the instructions the receptionist gave her on how to find Aaron Hotchner, Nova straightened herself up and mentally prepared herself for how this interview would go. She walked through the double glass doors with a deep breath, and the people in the room went quiet. 

“Well, hello. How can I help you?” An attractive black man said from his desk, his jaw on the floor. 

“Um, I don’t think I’m in the right place. I’m looking for an Aaron Hotchner?”

“You’re in the right place, sweet cheeks. I’ll show you to his office.” The same man responded, his flirting skills leaving something to be desired.

“I was told to wait for a Jennifer Jareau?” Nova replied, trying very hard not to roll her eyes at the man attempting to approach her. 

“That’s me. I will show you to Agent Hotchner’s office. Follow me, please.” A cute blonde instructed, leading Nova up a ramp and to an office with a closed door. Jareau held a finger up, signaling for Nova to wait until the coast was clear. The brief pause allowed Nova to glance around at who she hoped would be her new coworkers: A dark haired woman who looked like she couldn’t be bothered with Nova, the same man that flirted with her just a few seconds ago, his nose now buried in a manila envelope as a way to hide his staring, another blonde girl who had a big smile on her face and shot Nova a thumbs up for luck, and a skinny man with curly hair and a little scruff not bothering to hide his wandering eyes. His gaze was almost scrutinizing, scraping up and down Nova’s body repeatedly. Their eyes met and immediately the two both felt a fire erupt on their cheeks as Hotchner’s door opened and Nova got roped in. 

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Three days later was Nova’s first official day. Agent Hotchner was incredibly impressed with Nova’s portfolio and resume. While working with children wasn’t something the BAU did regularly, it was still a good choice to have a child psychotherapist on the team. Just because the typical profiles include men in their 20′s and higher, doesn’t mean a child still can’t be involved. 

“Morning, Nova. Are you ready for your first day?” Elle asked from her desk, legs propped up on the flat surface as the team awaited further instruction. 

“I’m nervous, but yes, I’m ready.” Nova had gone through a sort of orientation, meaning she already had a gun strapped to her waist, which she wasn’t comfortable with just yet. Nova didn’t like guns, but in her line of work it was hard to do anything without a gun. She took a seat at her desk, which happened to be across from Spencer’s, and attempted to get comfortable. 

“You’re not used to your gun yet,” Spencer noticed as Nova shifted uncomfortably in her seat. 

“Wow, Reid, you are some profiler. I, uh, don’t like guns. Never have.” Nova remarked back.

“You don’t like guns? How the hell did you last so long at the Pentagon?” Derek asked.

“I was a secretary. I was never required to carry one. I did have one issued to me, but it was never loaded. The ability to fire a gun wasn’t a requirement for desk jobs.” The slight hint of annoyance in Nova’s voice was only caught by Spencer, but he didn’t say anything about it. Nova rubbed her eyes and tried to stifle a yawn. 

“Long night?” Elle asked.

“I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited. Ugh I sound like I’m 12 years old and waiting to go on my first field trip.” Everyone around her chuckled, but Nova didn’t notice that Spencer was no longer sitting across from her. A cup of coffee appeared on her desk along with a bottle of sugar and some creamer cups. 

“I didn’t know how you take it.” Spencer muttered as he sipped his own coffee and sat on his desk, rather than in his chair. 

“Wow. Um, thanks, Dr. Reid.” Nova whispered as she reached for the coffee and the supplies Spencer had gotten for her. 

“You can call me Spencer.”

“How come she and JJ get to call you by your first name, but we have to call you Reid?” Derek muttered, crossing his arms, almost like he was pouting. 

“Let me ask you something, Morgan: Are you a pretty girl?” Spencer asked, a serious look covering his face. Nova blushed and tried to discreetly cover her face. 

“No, Reid, I’m not. But are you saying that Elle isn’t pretty? Or Garcia?”

“No. They’re pretty. But they prefer to call me ‘Reid’. Right, Elle?” Elle nodded. 

“Thanks for calling me pretty, Reid.” Spencer shot Elle a small smile and nodded, further proving his point to Derek. 

“Yeah, I think Nova enjoyed it too. She’s as red as a stop sign.” Derek laughed as he teased the newest member of the BAU team. Nova covered her face even more by slamming her face down on her desk and wrapping her arms around her head. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the light teasing, but she knew she could never look at Spencer with a straight face again. Nova felt someone rub her back in comfort, but she didn’t care to find out who it was. Then to everyone’s rescue, JJ walks in with a case. 

~~~~~

The case went smoothly, and Nova couldn’t have been more exhilarated. She had rescued three children from a serial sex offender who got off by murdering the people he raped. The gruesome pictures and the events leading to find the missing children exhausted Nova, yet she couldn’t fall asleep on the jet flying from Colorado to D.C. 

“Great work, Nova. I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to keep up with us.” Hotch commented, a slight smile gracing his lips. The older man adjusted himself in his seat as he quickly prepared to catch a few winks on the flight home.  

“Yeah, Nova. You did an amazing job,” JJ gushed, making herself comfortable. She was asleep in five minutes, leaving Spencer and Nova the only two awake.  Stifling a yawn yet again, Nova tried to make herself comfortable on the stiff plane seats without drawing too much attention to herself, but evidently failed as she had caught the gaze of a certain doctor. Spencer snapped his fingers, effectively getting Nova’s attention. Quirking his fingers, he gestured for her to join him in his seat. Nova blushed, scooting across the aisle and standing awkwardly in front of Spencer. With a smirk, the doctor hooked his arms around Nova’s waist and pulled her into his lap, securing a blanket around them. 

“What are you doing, Spencer?” Nova whispered, making herself comfortable on Spencer’s lap. 

“Shh. You don’t want everyone to wake up, do you?” Spencer whispered back, a slight smirk on his face as a response to Nova’s confused look. 

“Spencer, what are you--” Nova froze in her place as she felt Spencer’s hand creep up between her legs and find it’s home just a few inches away from her core. With wide eyes, she quickly looked around the jet, silently praying that everyone truly was asleep. 

“Don’t worry. As long as you’re quiet, no one will know what’s happening. Are you gonna be quiet for me, little girl?” Nova’s breath hitched in the back of her throat, the dirty words coming from the usually shy doctor quickly dampening her panties. Not trusting her voice, Nova nodded, not confident enough to make even a little bit of eye contact with the man holding her firmly on his lap. Spencer chuckled and placed a few sparse kisses around Nova’s face, avoiding her lips entirely. She let out a small whine when Spencer avoided her mouth for the fifth time, a rumbling in the man’s chest. Finally giving in, Spencer lightly placed his mouth on Nova’s, breath’s mingling just enough to make the girl wiggle on his lap. 

“Sit still,” Spencer growled, his erection becoming more prominent every time Nova moved. 

“Then kiss me, Reid.” Without further prompting, Spencer slammed his lips to Nova’s, tongues immediately dancing together. While still fully immersed in the kiss, Spencer took the opportunity to once again slide his hand up until his long fingers met the area Nova needed them most. A gasp radiated from her mouth into Spencer’s as she silently thanked whichever deity she believed in that her pantyhose stopped just before her knees, allowing the doctor to simply push her panties to the side and run his fingers along her slit.

“You’re so wet, little girl. Is all this for me?” Spencer whispered, the teasing tone in his voice thick with desire. Once again trying to keep quiet, Nova nodded and brought her lips back to Spencer’s. He chose to roll her clit between two fingers for just a few tantalizingly long seconds, his mouth snuffing out the sounds of her soft moans. In a flash of surprise, Spencer jammed two fingers inside Nova’s wet heat, the pair groaning simultaneously into their kiss. They quickly pulled apart as Nova choked out a breath, gluing her lips shut to prevent any noises from coming out. 

“Fuck, Spence. Go faster, please.” Burying her face in Spencer’s neck, he did as she asked, quickly speeding up his fingers and marveling at the squelching sounds her pussy was making around his fingers. He curled his fingers up and Nova gasped, melting into Spencer’s grasp as his fingers brushed against the soft spot that was buried so deep inside her tight heat. Nova clamped her hand over her mouth, smothering her moans, the sounds ever increasing in volume involuntarily. The hand that wasn’t buried in her pussy came up to her her mouth and smacked on top of hers, preventing more moans from slipping between her fingers. Spencer went impossibly faster, the sounds becoming more lewd the harder he buried his fingers in Nova. Her legs started shaking and her walls were clenching around Spencer’s fingers, signaling that she was close to the edge. 

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Spencer whispered in her ear, slamming his fingers ever deeper in Nova’s pussy, the girl trying very hard not to scream or thrash in his grasp. “Yeah, I can feel that your close. Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Go ahead, make a mess for me, Nova.” With that, she squeezed her eyes shut, dropping her jaw in a silent scream, both her hand and Spencer’s still covering her mouth as a precaution. Her legs shook furiously as Spencer kept moving his hand, helping her through her high and removing his hand from under the blanket, putting his fingers in his mouth. Nova watched with hooded eyes as her new coworker of a week sucked her climax off his long fingers. When he was finished, he planted his lips on Nova’s again in a heated kiss. Spencer pulled away and kissed the girl’s forehead, pressing his hand to her head and leading it to his shoulder, a silent prompt to sleep. 

“Spencer?” Nova whispered, still trying not to draw too much attention to the pair. 

“Hmm?” She could feel his throat vibrate as he hummed in response.

“What was that for? What does this mean?” Spencer smirked at her questions, his mind running equally as fast.

“I’ll tell you some other time, love. Just go to sleep.” Nova nodded and closed her eyes, mind running with images of a happy future with Spencer. She was asleep in 5 minutes, similarly to JJ. 

“Hey, lover boy. I’m glad you’re making a move and all, but how about making absolutely sure everyone is asleep before you finger a girl so good she’s practically screaming, okay?”

“Shut up and go to sleep, Morgan.” Spencer muttered angrily, blushing as Morgan ruffled his hair, chuckling. 

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #spencer x reader #jason gideon #derek morgan #derek morgan smut

[ghirahims-trophyhusband]

send me a 💫 and I’ll tell you something about my f/o’s source or f/o’s character! Feel free to specify what f/o you want to learn abt

@hobgobbin​​ @iguinn​​ @meari-ships​​

AH! MI AMOR! 💖✨🥺

/sits in a gay little way that pisses you off

Mr Gary Hams or as he’d probably like to be called: Demon Lord Ghirahim, is the main villain for Skyward Sword, which I played for the first time WAYYYY back in 2011 when the game first came out on the wii! (I am very excited for the switch release like oh my god finally......... my husband, my beloved, my main mans, my favourite idiot in HD......) I still remember how happy I was when the game came out omg, I even got it a day early!

Ghirahim, as a character, is a right motherfucker and absolute bastard who I would still punch despite loving him so (I mean, he repeatedly threatens Link with violence so he might need a slap or two to calm down), but he’s so fucking funny to watch hjgflh I can never get enough of how expressive and over the top he is. He’s like a kid who was never told ‘hey dude, this isn’t drama class anymore...’ or he just refuses to change how he acts because that’s his brand baby!!

His main goal throughout the game is to kidnap Zelda so he can use her to resurrect his master: Demon King Demise, which he does eventually succeed in doing so you know what? King shit 💖 Love that for u~

And because of his goal to catch Zelda, he gets A LOT of cutscenes throughout the game, typically appearing before a boss or being the boss himself (you fight him 3 times total!). The one dungeon he doesn’t show up in is the Sandship in Lanayru Desert (and the Sky Keep but that’s not on the Surface like the other dungeons), so from that I personally headcanon he maybe has thalassophobia (fear of deep water/the ocean)! Which would make sense since he is technically a giant big ass sword and so, made of metal. So he’d probably sink in seconds LMAO.

ALSO I have to comment on this but way back when, I made a joke how ‘oh i bet Ghirahim is a sword spirit like Fi!’ simply because of the gem on his belt, and I was right and I was so mad I was right too ghfdkjghdfgdf. BUT it does apply more context to his actions in certain scenes! For example, how was he able to track Zelda so closely where he was always JUST a step behind? He could dowse for her aura just like Fi can!

In conclusion, I love this terrible man and yes, even his terrible decisions that end up biting him in the ass later on (like letting Link live/not checking Link dies during certain bosses because he’s an idiot). Let Ghirahim throw hands with a 17 year old from day one trust me bro it would be hilarious.

Anyway I can’t wait to see him when Skyward Sword HD arrives! Especially his true forme because I Am Looking Respectfully at that 7′4″ body of his~

And this one shot of him smiling bc it’s pretty much the one time in the game where he smiles genuinely, given the context, and I think it’s very sweet and when he smiles I smile 💖✨ (yes he did basically just ‘kill’ Zelda to resurrect Demise but this ain’t about her)

#i'm not gonna comment on his queercoding here bc this is a good vibes post #but know i am frothing at the mouth bc i hate nintendo and how they wrote him in cetain scenes #ask #when I watch the world burn all I think about is you #fo #loz #ss #i side eye the fire sactuary cutscene the most which is ironic bc its my favourite next to all his true forme cutscenes #sigh....

[lesbian-fabray]

quinn fabray is a lesbian - season one

1x01: pilot

in the first scene we see quinn in that isn’t a quick shot of her cheerleading, quinn has specifically taken time out of her gym class in order to not only watch rachel’s video and mock her, but be the first view on the video

when we finally get a name for quinn in the form of finn mentioning her, we see a scene in which finn and quinn are kissing and when he tries to push for more, she physically removes his hands and forces him to pray with her. while this does fit in with quinn’s commitment to celibacy, it is the first time we see a hint that quinn does not really have any physical attraction to men

1x02: showmance

in the scene where her and finn are arguing at his locker near to the beginning to the episode, she offers up a sexual act as an incentive to get him to quit glee club. this is one of the first instances we see of quinn only showing interest in sexual acts with men when she thinks she can get something as a result of it

in this same scene, quinn says that people will see her as finn’s “big gay beard.” later in the show, we learn that the writers define beards as two gay people of opposite genders who date to hide the fact that they’re gay. while this is just her acknowledging what people may think, it also shows that people thinking she is gay is a legitimate and significant fear of her’s

in the celibacy club scene, quinn forces santana to spin around and show off the cheerio’s skirt, then says “god bless the perv that invented these.” i don’t really think i need to explain this one

also in the celibacy club scene, quinn looks absolutely SHAKEN when rachel says that girls want sex just as much as guys do

while it’s a pretty minor moment, quinn kind of gasps (not audible because the song is playing over the scene, but you can see her gasp) then has to compose herself after brittany strokes her arm at the end of “i say a little prayer”

1x03: acafellas

when rachel first brings up dakota stanley and criticizes will’s choreography, quinn is shown looking incredibly sad and expectant when rachel looks over at her for reassurance

when quinn and santana are updating sue on their sabotage of glee club in her office, quinn repeatedly sneaks little glances at santana when she thinks no one is looking

during the dakota stanley scene, when the unholy trinity turns to look at the rest of the group, quinn’s eyes go not to the group, but to santana’s chest

1x05: the rhodes not taken

when rachel comes in to essentially save the day between songs during the invitational, we see quinn look at rachel, then at the floor, then at finn, then back at the floor. it looks as if she has to remind herself that finn exists and is her boyfriend

1x06: vitamin d

ALL OF THIS IS IN THE HALLWAY SCENE 

admits to drawing “pornographic” pictures of rachel in the bathroom stalls

after rachel tells quinn that she doesn’t hate her, quinn is genuinely confused and feels like she deserves rachel’s hatred. at this point it almost feels like she has been trying to get rachel to hate her. it is also incredibly obvious that she feels bad about the way she treats rachel

as rachel walks away, quinn stares after her with what i can only describe as a longing look

1x07: throwdown

quinn doesn’t care if finn cheats on her. she only cares that he doesn’t do it with rachel. this feels different from her general hatred of rachel. i think you guys know where i’m going with this one

throughout “no air,” quinn is found staring at rachel a handful of times. it’s nothing special, just standard quinn shit

the fight with rachel seems super gay but i can only really point out a couple things. one of these is the fact that quinn quickly looks away from rachel, breathes out, then sets her sight back on rachel after rachel says she helped cover up quinn’s pregnancy because she had “ulterior motives.” it honestly looks like quinn is reminding herself exactly who those intentions are regarding

also in the fight, when rachel says, “you obviously have a lot to express,” qunn responds with “oh, you have no idea.” after this, quinn goes into a dream sequence type-thing where she sings “keep me hangin’ on,” which i’m pretty sure is considered a love song, while surrounded by women in revealing outfits dance in a sexual manner around her. at the end of the song, she looks deeply embarrassed by the fact that it even happened

1x08: mash up

this one could just be choreography honestly, but at one point during “bust a move,” quinn is part of the group singing the line “you want it, baby, you got it.” quinn looks directly at santana during the “baby, you got it” part. normally i wouldn’t add this, but considering the turn their relationship takes, i’m including it.

1x09: wheels

at the end of “proud mary,” quinn sighs then rests her head in her hands and looks at rachel with a loving look

1x12: mattress

when rachel is nominated as team captain, quinn quickly and covertly shoots her eyes down to look at rachel when no one can see her do so

quinn forces sue to give glee club a page in the yearbook even though the only person who wanted this was rachel. everyone else is vehemently against it

1x13: sectionals

quinn is in no way mad at rachel after she told finn the truth about quinn’s baby, despite the fact that rachel could have put her into a very dangerous situation by doing so

1x14: hell-o

quinns seems to be staring at finn and rachel when the two are talking by her locker, but her eye line seems more focused on rachel than on finn

at multiple points during “gives you hell,” quinn is fangirling over rachel’s performance harder than anyone else in the room, despite the fact we’re supposed to believe she hates rachel

1x15: the power of madonna

draws a caricature of rachel with inexplicable hearts all around it

quinn is visibly excited when rachel starts talking about dating, but looks disgusted and voices said disgust when rachel describes making out with jesse

despite supposedly hating rachel, quinn is VERY excited when rachel started singing “express yourself”

1x17: bad reputation

quinn put santana higher than puck on the glist, despite the fact they were briefly romantically involved

quinn deliberately put the glist on rachel’s locker, as if she was trying to prove that she didn’t think rachel was attractive

1x18: laryngitis

when talking to mercedes about puck, she shows absolutely no interest in him or anything about him

1x20: theatricality

when rachel went to go introduce herself to shelby when they were spying on vocal adrenaline, quinn literally is distracted by rachel’s ass before she tells her to come back

quinn seems VERY impressed by rachel’s slightly revealing lady gaga outfit that shelby made

1x22: journey to regionals

quinn seemingly checks out rachel while moving closer to her during the choreography for “anyway you want it/lovin’ touchin’ squeezin’”. at first i thought her facial expression may just be part of the routine, but no one else had an expression remotely similar 

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