#I also can’t scroll completely towards the bottom

[drowningindango]

*squints at my tumblr drafts*

Okay…how many of you are there? And I mean, how many are REALLY there? Because it says there 273 drafts, but it already said that…. 20 posts that I queued/deleted/posted ago…. It went down to 271 at one point, but now it says 273 drafts again and something doesn’t add up here 🤔🤨

[bokunoheros]

🪲author's note :// sorry guys i worked 50 hours this week so this might be bad and also the format for this post is shit.

topics discussed & warnings:// smut, Voyeurism, lowk non con in some way, masturbation, porn watching, sex toys, tenya iida looks through your panty drawer lmao

word count:// 839

ᯓ heed the warnings laid before you, your media consumption is your responsibility! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Tenya was sick in the fucking head. 

He had originally wandered into your dorm room to look for you, having a ‘question’ to ask about homework from your shared class. That ‘question,’ despite its partial legitimacy, was just an excuse to bother you because he has such a sickening crush on you to the point where he can’t help himself. 

Tenya had stumbled into your dorm with a handful of textbooks, calling out your name only to find your room empty. He glanced around, pursing his bottom lip as he surveyed your room, creepily, albeit. His middle finger found the handle to your panty drawer and he slowly slid it open, gazing at your underwear momentarily before he realized there was a sound coming from the bathroom. You were in the fucking shower. And you just turned off the water. 

Shit, shit, fuck, goddamnit! Motherfucker!!!

Tenya choked on his own tongue as he slammed your panty drawer shut, putting the pieces together that you were bound to walk out of your bathroom at any fucking moment. He scampered, hesitating back and forth before he ducked into your closet, throwing his textbooks in with a thud before he launched himself on his knees and closed the door behind him. 

The knob on the bathroom door jingled as you opened it, stepping back into your dorm with a pleased sigh. Tenya curled into himself, peaking out of the small slats that lined the white stained doors. He held his breath as you walked into view: you were in only a thin towel that was lazily wrapped around your middle. You sat on the edge of your bed, facing the closet while you scrolled on your phone. Tenya bit his tongue as he watched you, his ears turning a bright red color when the sounds of sex poured from your phone speakers. You crossed your legs, biting your thumbnail while you paid attention to the porn on your phone. 

Jesus fucking Christ. 

He swallowed, nudging his glasses up his nose. You paid such attention to the pornography that played on your phone, scrolling through different videos as the sounds of moans, fapping, squelching— every raunchy noise under the sun leaked into the air. When you settled in a video you liked, you bit your lip, standing up from your bed and letting your towel drop to the floor while you dug in your bedside drawer. 

Tenya almost blew his cover when your towel fell from your form, choking on his spit as he screwed his eyes shut. You kept digging in your drawer, completely unbothered when you finally found your vibrator against all the clutter you shoved in your bedside. You hopped back on your bed, positioning yourself on your back, using one hand to hold your phone up, and the other to twirl around your nipple. Tenya’s eyes shot open again, unbeknownst to you, admiring your body. Your free hand slid up and down your body, groping what you can as you stared at your phone screen. Fingers dipping towards your sex, you teased yourself until you abandoned your phone and grabbed for your wand, turning it on with an electronic buzz. 

Tenya shivered at the sound, unconsciously leaning closer to the slats on the closet door to watch you. You winced when the buzzing silicone finally brushed over your clit, sighing as you relaxed against the vibration. Your other hand groped your breast as your legs fell open, letting the vibrator work it’s delicious fucking magic on your cunt. Sighs fell through your lips as you teased yourself, inevitably turning on your stomach, hiking your ass in the air so you could hump your toy. 

Tenya is sick in the fucking head. 

His cock is straining against his khaki pants as he watches you slack jawed, his dominant hand pawing at his erection as he presses his face against your closet door. You moan wantonly as you grind against your vibrator, using your other hand to reach around your back to slip a finger into your sloppy cunt. You’re muttering bullshit under your breath as you splice yourself open, your hips grinding down onto your vibrator as your mind fucking melts. Your thumb hits the button to turn up the speed, and you cry out a pathetic mewl into your sheets. 

“Hah— mmm’Tenya,” 

He snaps out of his daze when you moan his name, cum oozing from your pussy as you finish against your toy. You fall limp against the bed, shivering as your vibrator finishes you off until you’re forced to turn it off with a sensitive wince. 

You. You just, you came. You came moaning his name. His. Fucking name. 

He could only dream of you lusting after him as much as he does you, and now he’s convinced you were imagining him while you watched another woman get fucked on a website. Tenya wants to bust out of your closet and take you right then and there, but he knows that’d end his chances with you immediately. 

[eris-abomination]

Not to be patronizing, but I’m convinced some of y’all don’t know what radfems actually are. Every time I try to speak about how dangerous and reductive radical feminism is as an ideology, I get paragraphs upon paragraphs written trying to “errm actually” me and defending them, so let me clear things up.

Radical feminism’s core belief centers around a form of gender essentialism: that men are inherently violent oppressors and that the patriarchy is to blame for every problem that befalls women and fems. This is not to say that the patriarchy isn’t a major contributor to misogyny, but it completely excludes intersectionality from the equation and dovetails into TERFy rhetoric very easily.

In blaming every issue on the patriarchy alone, radical feminism erases the very real contributions of racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, etc from our struggles in society. Oppression and privilege are extremely complex and fed into by many biases and phobias upheld by our societal systems, not just the “boys vs girls” mentality that radfems emphasize. The main pitfall of this ideology is the way it places all men and all women on an equivalent level of privilege or oppression respectively, rather than the unfortunate reality: for example, a cishet man having inherent privilege and hypothetical oppressing power over a queer or trans man, or an abled woman having privilege over a disabled woman.

Radical feminism also tends to veer into a defeatist mindset: men are inherently oppressive and women are inherently at the bottom of the societal totem pole, so what’s the point of trying to dismantle these systems? The radfem “solution” is to ignore the nuances of intersectionality and create divisions between men and women as a “safety measure” which, as mentioned earlier, opens the door for TERF-like and tribalist ideologies to take root (bathroom bans, label politics, “gender traitor” rhetoric, and categorization of trans and nonbinary people into their AGABs). The “solution” of creating purely woman-only spaces fails to acknowledge that women can also be oppressive toward other women, but it’s still viewed through the lens of “the patriarchy can’t affect things here because we’re all on the same level of disadvantage”.

I don’t write all this to accuse all self-proclaimed radfems of being knowingly malicious or bigoted, but it seems that not many people fully understand the true implications and reductiveness of what radical feminism really is. If you managed to get through this whole post (congratulations!), I invite you to examine your own ideologies and the biases and faults behind them, and hopefully grow, change, and become a more nuanced and open-minded person from there.

Edit: I can and will delete your comments if you’re incapable of being civil (or scrolling away or blocking me like a normal goddamn person) 💕💕💕

[angegiarratanawriter]

TNTL Horny Addition

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 3371

Summary: During an episode of Try Not To Laugh, you break Angela in an unconventional way

Being on the Try Not To Laugh stage has always been surreal for you. Having grown up watching the original episodes that were posted few and far between, it’s been so cool getting to see the show grow and gain its own cult following. It’s honestly one of the reasons that you had decided to audition for Smosh in the first place, and now, getting to be on that stage is one of the coolest things in the world.

This week on TNTL, you’re getting to work with Chanse, Amanda, Courtney, Tommy, and Angela. It’s a great line up, one that you know is going to be a hit once it goes up, if only because the chemistry between Angela and Chanse always makes for a killer video. It also helps that this episode is Simon Says, a clear fan favorite.

As the crew gets everything set up on stage, you pull out your phone and go into your notes app, pulling up the list of bits that you’ve jotted down over the past couple of months. As you’re scrolling, you find one that you’ve been workshopping for Angela. It’s a little bit hardcore, but you think that at this point your relationship is secure enough where you won’t get into too much trouble if you do it. You just hope you get the chance.

Emily calls the cast together to start shooting the intro, so you slip your phone into your pocket with a little smirk. You walk over and take your spot beside Angela, who immediately notices the smile tugging at your lips. She quirks an eyebrow at you in question, but you just shake your head and mouth ‘you’ll see’. Before she can say anything in protest, Courtney starts the into.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome back to another episode of Try Not To Laugh. This week we’re doing Simon Says, so the person in the chair gets to choose a theme or prop that everyone has to use. You know the rest of the drill, try to make each other laugh, spit out the water, blah blah blah. So, who wants to go first?”

“Ooh, I will!” Amanda says eagerly. “I want all of your bits to be set in a Western.”

“Nice,” Chanse says, doing a little fist pump.

While Amanda takes her seat in the stool, everybody heads to the prop area to start prepping their bits. Tommy and Chanse go out first and do their “Gay Cowboys” bit, which looks suspiciously like a recreated scene from Brokeback Mountain. Courtney goes next, wearing a tiny cowboy hat that immediately gets the laugh. As everyone takes their turn, you figure out what you want to do.

“Hey Ange, can I borrow your shirt?” you ask.

“Sure.”

Angela shucks off the white button down that she has on, leaving her in a form fitting black tank top. You take a minute to appreciate her arms before remembering that you have a job to do. You shed your own shirt and put hers on, only doing up the bottom two buttons so that your torso is left completely exposed. You then grab the fluffy pink cowboy hat off of the shelf and grab Courtney to help you.

As soon as you walk on stage, Amanda’s eyes go wide as she looks at your outfit. She pauses slightly on your torso, and you can’t tell if it’s because she recognizes Angela’s shirt or because she’s staring at your stomach. You take a quick glance back over your shoulder, before turning back to Courtney and starting your bit.

“Well, that was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” you say with a fake southern accent.

“I’ll say,” Courtney agrees, matching your tone. “I just don’t understand one thing-”

“It’s better you don’t try to. Things like this are better left to rest.”

“But-”

“Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.”

Amanda smacks her hand on her thigh at the reference and turns to the side, spitting the water out before breaking out into legitimate laughter. You’re honestly surprised that this bit was such a success, as it honestly wasn’t your strongest idea out of the gate. Shrugging, you start to walk back towards the prop area but Amanda’s voice stops you.

“Wait, I wanna know what happened!”

“Uh…strippers in a motel?”

“What?” Amanda says, still laughing. “That has nothing to do with the movie.”

“I know,” you say, winking.

Without explaining any further, you turn around and walk back stage, letting Chanse take the floor. You walk slowly over to the monitor, taking the cowboy hat off and placing it back on the shelf on the way by as you watch his bit. As you pull off the button down shirt that you’d borrowed, you feel eyes on boring into your back.

You look over your shoulder to find Angela staring at you, her eyes dark and her lips slightly parted. A little smirk tugs at your lips, and it takes every ounce of self control that you have to refrain from teasing her. Under normal circumstances, you would, but nobody actually knows that you’re dating and there’s a camera on the prop area. Instead you settle for shooting her a wink that won’t be caught before grabbing your own shirt and pulling it on.

“Here,” you say softly, handing over the button down.

“Thanks,” she says, swallowing hard.

“No problem.”

When Amanda’s turn in the chair is done, Chanse takes her place and chooses to make everyone use the little toy chainsaw. Courtney ends up going classic with a Boneless bit, Tommy pretends to cut down a tree that falls on you, Angela chases Amanda around with it, and then they reverse for Amanda’s turn. When it gets to be your turn, you go out with no plan, and end up doing a hilariously bad monologue. It doesn’t get the laugh, but Chanse gives you a nod on your way off the stage.

Courtney’s turn is all about things going wrong on planes, so you trail out an allergic reaction bit where you use a massive sword as an epi pen. Tommy does a safety monologue while mimicking turbulence, Chanse and Angela do a two part bit that is similar to the flight simulator video that they did a while ago, and Amanda puts on a terrible wig and pretends to be the worst flight attendant ever.

Once Courtney’s turn is done, it’s Angela’s turn to take the stool. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you can only hope that she ends up choosing something that will work with what you have planned. It takes her a minute to finally come up with a rule, but when she does, you do a little silent celebration with yourself.

“Alright, it’s opposite day, folks,” Angela says. “Do with that what you want.”

Smirking to yourself, you walk back to the prop area to get ready for your bit. You spend a minute reversing some things in your head before you get the go ahead from Emily. As you step out onto the stage, Angela looks up, and surprise colors her features. You can only assume it’s because you didn’t bring any props with you, but you know you won’t need any. A sly smirk tugs at your mouth as you stop behind her, leaning in so that your lips almost brush her ear.

“I know that you’re used to being the top in this relationship, but there are a few things that I want to do to you when we get home,” you whisper, your voice low enough that it won’t be picked up by the mics. “First, I’m going to fuck you against our front door, and then, after you’ve come at least twice, I’m going to carry you to our bedroom and handcuff you to the bed posts. From there, you have two options. I can go down on you until my jaw is sore or I can put the strap on and fuck you until you can’t feel your legs.”

The whole time you’ve been whispering in Angela’s ear, you’ve watched a deep blush start to creep up the back of her neck. You can tell she’s trying so hard to hold it together, but as you give her the options, she chokes on the water in her mouth and ends up coughing it out. Her head whips around to look at you, her dark eyes trailing a path down your body before coming back up and locking you into a staring match.

“Remember,” you say, a little bit louder so that the mics can catch it. “It’s opposite day.”

With a little wink, you turn around and walk back to the prop area, letting Amanda take your place on the stage. Throughout the rest of her time in the stool, Angela looks incredibly distracted. She hardly laughs at anyone else’s bit, only coming close when Chanse comes out in almost full drag.

“Girl, what did you say to her?” Amanda asks as she adjusts her wig.

“Something that’s probably going to get me in huge trouble,” you murmur.

As Angela’s turn ends, you head back out to get the rule for Tommy’s turn. He ends up choosing ‘the worst pick up lines’. Chanse rolls out the classic Tennessee one, while Amanda says something about eating dessert before dinner. Courtney goes insane with a line about looking for a third, while Angela goes so dirty that you’re sure that her entire line is going to end up getting bleeped. As you step out onto the stage for your turn, you decide to go classic as well.

“Roses are red, violets are blue,” you say, stopping center stage and batting your eyelashes at Tommy. “I really, really wanna fuck you.”

“Oh shit,” Chanse says from the back, cackling at the wide eyed look on Tommy’s face. “Do another, do another.”

“Violets are blue, roses are thorny, you make me very, very horny.”

That does it, and Tommy spits out the water he’d been holding in his mouth before starting to laugh so hard that he almost falls out of his chair. The crew is cracking up too, and you can see Emily exchanging a look with Shayne off camera. You think you hear something about Courtney having used that line on him when they first started dating, but before you can address it, you’re being ushered to sit in the stool.

“Okay, uhm, I’m gonna go with ‘weirdest things you can get delivered’.”

Amanda ends up going first, getting you with her classic PUS uniform and a tiny toilet that makes a flushing noise. Tommy goes next, coming in with Chanse dressed in a tiger suit and on a leash. Courtney brings out a box of vaguely phallic items, and then Tommy brings in the ripped scroll pretending that its the Declaration of Independence. Finally, it’s Angela’s turn, and you’re honestly a little nervous. She struts out in an FBI jacket and a pair of sunglasses, a pair of handcuffs in her hand.

“You’re under arrest for stealing hearts,” Angela declares.

“Awww, that’s adorable,” Courtney coos from backstage.

“No, it’s not. She’s literally stealing hearts and selling them on the black market. It’s about time that justice is delivered.”

The tiniest little inhale is all it takes to make your life a living hell, as you feel water get pulled down into your lungs. A cough threatens to burst from your throat, but you manage to force your mouth to stay closed, and no water comes out. When you regain control, you stand up and turn around, presenting your hands behind your back. Angela takes them and slaps the cuffs on with practiced ease before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“You like this, don’t you? Well don’t you worry, you’re gonna get everything that you asked for.”

—

True to her word, the first thing that Angela does when you walk through the front door is pin you against it. A harsh moan slips from your mouth as she pushes a leg in between yours, but it’s swallowed when she connects your lips in a heated kiss. You feel hands move up to your hips, and your breath stutters out when they force you down onto a hard thigh. The movement creates delicious friction, and you suddenly find yourself in the middle of a chase.

As Angela works your hips in a steady rhythm, she starts to kiss down your jaw. As she gets to your neck, you feel her suck gently, hard enough that you can feel it but soft enough that it won’t leave a hickey. Your hips jerk at the sensation, and you suddenly feel an overwhelming need to have her mark you anywhere, everywhere, so you grab the back of her head and pull her in closer.

“Fuck, harder,” you stutter out.

“Is that permission?” Angela asks.

“God yes.”

You feel Angela smirk against your neck before she sucks a patch of your skin into her mouth and lavishes it with her tongue. A harsh moan falls from your lips as she pulls your hips down harder against her leg, and you start to feel the tell tale signs of your high. A rush of warmth spirals down your spine, and your lower stomach starts winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Fuck!” you moan, tossing your head back against the door.

The white behind your eyelids blinds you, and you find yourself reaching out for something to hold you steady. Through it all, you feel Angela pressing soft kisses into your neck as she slowly starts to bring you back down. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you find her already looking at you with an adoring expression on her face.

“So pretty,” Angela murmurs, tracing a finger down your cheek. “I can’t wait to fucking ruin you.”

“Then don’t,” you pant out.

Angela doesn’t waste a second, shifting her hands down your body and positioning them on the backs of your legs before scooping you up. It takes longer than it should to reach the bedroom, with both of you getting distracted by the smallest kiss or touch. When you finally make it, she places you gently down onto the edge of the bed and takes a step back, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Get undressed,” Angela orders. “Now.”

You immediately scramble into a sitting position, pulling your shirt above your head before unclipping your bra and tossing them both to the side. As you work on getting your sneakers off, you watch Angela start to get undressed too. It takes her less time, and soon she’s walking over to her side table butt naked while you work overtime to get your skinny jeans down your legs.

By the time you manage to pull your panties off, Angela has already gotten everything prepped. There’s a pair of handcuffs threaded through the bars of the headboard, and she’s wearing your favorite strap. You can tell by the way that it’s glistening that she’s already put some lube on it, and that’s confirmed when you look up to see her wiping the stickiness from her hands with a tissue.

“Get up here,” Angela orders, nodding to the head of the bed. “On your back, legs spread, hands above your head.”

Not wanting to waste a second, you crawl up the bed and lay back against the pillows. It takes you a minute to get comfortable, but when you do, you obey the rest of Angela’s orders and put your hands above your head while parting your legs for her. Once you’re in position, she climbs on top of you and reaches up, snapping the cuffs tightly around your wrists.

“Pull,” Angela orders, so you do. “Comfortable?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“Good. If you want to stop at any time-”

“Just tell you. I know, baby.”

“Okay,” Angela says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Are you ready?”

“So ready.”

With a nod, Angela turns her attention downwards and brushes the strap over your clit a few times. The action sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing. She looks up at you one last time, and when you nod, she lines up with your entrance and starts to push in slowly. As she bottoms out, you’re taken a bit by surprise as a wave of heat rolls down your spine.

“Fuck, this isn’t gonna take long,” you mutter, blushing.

“Already, baby?” Angela teases.

Instead of dignifying her with an answer, you grit your teeth and and curl your fingers around the headboard, getting ready to hang on for dear life. You give a brief little nod, and then Angela is moving, setting a slow and steady pace that feels so fucking good but leaves you aching for more. Still, you had been close when you started and that hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s worse now, with Angela looking down at you, her lips parted, and the strap hitting just the right spot.

“Fuck,” you moan, your hands pulling at the cuffs. “Fuck, baby, I-”

“I know,” Angela says softly, her hips speeding up. “Take what you need.”

The pleasure spills over, and you feel yourself being thrown in to a mind blowing orgasm. Your entire body shudders as shock waves roll through you, bringing you up as high as you’ve ever been. As the pleasure starts to fade back to baseline, you tilt your head back against the pillows to try to force some air into your lungs. This opens up an opportunity for Angela to attach her lips to your neck again, and she takes it.

As your girlfriend sucks another mark into your collarbone, she starts to speed her hips up. The tip of the strap is hitting your g-spot on every stroke, and you can tell that it won’t be long until you reach another high. Not long ends up being sooner than expected, and your orgasm surprises you when Angela bites down hard on your neck. The comedown is a little bit rough this time, and you can feel the oversensitivity start to set in.

“Baby, I need you to come,” you say, your breath stuttering. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Angela asks, looking up in concern.

“God no. But I only have one more left in me.”

“I can work with that.”

Angela speeds up her hips until she’s practically slamming into you, the force of her thrusts causing the headboard to smack against the wall. The sound is obnoxious and sure to piss off your neighbors, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your girlfriend is making you feel this good. You feel her hips start to stutter, and you know that she’s close, so you do everything you can to help her along, rutting your hips up into her to increase the friction.

“Fuck, I’m there,” Angela moans. “Come with me.”

Never one to disobey an order, you feel your stomach tighten before a spark of pleasure steamrolls through your body. You gasp for air, trying and failing to get any in. It takes you a long time to come down, long enough that Angela is looking at you with a cute little pout on her face when you do finally open your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you says, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your girlfriend’s lips. “Just a little over stimmed.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Please.”

With an adorable little nod, Angela carefully separates your bodies. Once she’s pulled completely put of you, she grabs the keys to the handcuffs and unlocks them before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. She returns a minute later with a warm wash cloth and no strap in sight. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as she starts to wipe the wetness from your thighs, and you sigh softly.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“And I love you,” Angela replies, looking up with a smile. “Now get up and go pee, you don’t want to get a UTI.”

[thatonedaydream]

Don’t really wanna be Elevator Buddies (Sephiroth x Reader)

A/N: Part 1 here. im suffering sufficiently at my current job that im leaving that i think i can write something because i need an outlet and i also want sephiroth to make it better. also, i am so much older than when i wrote the first part; as such, my writing probably reads a lot more different - better, worse or same is up to you. to those who have requested a part 2 and have waited literal years (its been 4!!!!!), i love you, i'm so sorry its so late.

★★★★★

Staring at the message in your work inbox, you suddenly couldn’t summon the effort to care. Your mood instantly dropped and you needed to leave your desk. You kept your headset on as you wandered towards the small staff kitchen under the guise that you were still connected to a meeting and listening in, when really you just want to block people out. You didn’t want to be perceived.

You just wanted out.

ShinRa Inc wasn’t known as the best place to work, but the pay was good and it was better than any other options you had. 

The coffee machine rumbled as you waited for it to process your order. You didn’t even want to drink the cheap, watered down stuff, you just didn’t want to be at your desk looking at that stupid fucking request. There wasn’t much that could get your out of these kinds of emotional troughs bar one thing that seemed to always work.

You felt the vibration of a notification from your phone in your pocket. Knowing what and who it was probably from, you eagerly checked the new message that had come through. It was just a photo of blue sky with some clouds—the tops of greenery you didn’t recognise lined the bottom. It was very abstract and out of context, but you were used to it now.

Putting aside your misery for the moment, you typed out a short response.

I can’t beat that. This is my view.

You took a photo of the ceiling above you. Stark, stale and claustrophobic in comparison to the natural sky you were given. You sent it off and only a few seconds later, received a thumbs up in response. It made you laugh.

Sephiroth was a terrible at texting sometimes, but it was endearing in way.

When you had first traded contact details a little after The Elevator Incident, it had taken a while before anything was sent from either of you. You were too scared of bothering him and he was more than likely too busy or just didn’t know what to send. It also felt like trading personal IDs was crossing into an entirely different friend territory that wasn’t as nonchalant as impromptu elevator conversations.

The messaging ice was broken when, one day, you got a single image of chocobo out in the wild with no context. If you didn’t have Sephiroth’s ID saved, you would have wondered if someone had messaged the wrong person. Your response was a quick ‘I love chocobos, they’re so cute!’, and your reward several hours later was a picture of a sweetly sleeping chocobo in a stable.

Sephiroth was a man of very few words, but he still found ways to communicate with you and that honestly made you feel… Well, you weren’t sure you wanted to admit what you were feeling too much. You knew you had feelings for the man, that you were attracted to him, but those feelings had no where to go. You couldn’t tell him.

For many reasons, you just couldn’t ever tell him about your ever growing affection for him.

You just couldn’t.

You wandered back to your desk, completely forgetting about the coffee you had made in the kitchen. The message from the 1st Class Soldier perked you up way more than the caffeine would have anyway. You scrolled through your requests again and sighed. It was probably going to be another late night in the office. Maybe you’d just call in sick tomorrow.

You worked a few more hours, eyeing your phone and hoping for more messages, but none came. Sephiroth was often the one to initiate conversation as you still felt like you would bother him if you sent something first. Still… You kind of really wanted to talk to someone—to him, specifically. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to send one message?

Picking up your phone you opened up your chat and tried to think of something to say. You typed out several things, but kept deleting them. ‘Hello’ felt too formal, ‘Hi!’ seemed too chipper.

Is something wrong?

The message popped up before you could send something yourself.

!!! No! I was just about to message you. How are you?

There was a pause—and then a short voice message.

▶• ıll— “Are you sure you’re alright? Was there something else you wanted to say to me?”  

You could hear the smile in his words and you flushed upon the realisation that he must have seen your stupid three dots pop up and disappear constantly in the chat. You playfully hissed your own voice note back, 

▶• ıll— “Ohhh shut up, I just didn’t want to bother you!” 

Putting your phone down, you peeked over your divider and looked around to see if anyone else could hear you. It was fairly late in the office, way past usual business hours, so you could see some screens still lit up around the  space, but there wasn’t anyone near you.

Your phone pinged a few times, indicating new messages. Some more photos, but this time of more a familiar sight—the Midgar cityscape.

I’m back.

It had been awhile since he had left on his last mission. You were glad he was back safe, not that you’d tell him that now. You sent off a quick, mildly motion blurred snap of your desk and sent it off.

?

A question mark? A question mark to what? The photo wasn’t that blurry.

It’s my desk.

Are you still working? It’s late.

Ohhhh… You cringed; it was late. Honestly if you didn’t procrastinate with absolute loathing and low morale earlier in the day you probably could have been home already, but you couldn’t push through the negativity.

Yeah, its been a rough day.

You waited for a response, but none came. Sephiroth went inactive spontaneously during your conversations, so it wasn’t surprising. Instead you put your phone down and continued on a project that was behind on its deadlines. Technically all of them were behind, but this one you at least had the energy to push through for now.

An hour later your phone pinged a couple times. A photo of the elevator you used everyday to get to up to your floor and:

Time to leave.

You stared at the message, biting your lip. Even if you wanted to leave, there was still things to be done and—

Do I have to drag you out?

▶• ıll— “Okay! Alright! I’m packing up, hold your damn chocobos. I’m leaving now.”

Who knew Sephiroth could be so pushy? During the long elevator ride down to the lobby, you wondered if maybe he only showed this side of himself to people he trusted or cared about. The thought made your stomach flip.

It could also have been that people never really gave Sephiroth the opportunity to be himself. It was an upsetting thought. He was the 1st Class Soldier, a warrior that couldn’t be toppled, a man way above the norm. Untouchable. Distant. You knew what his public image was like, but still somehow you couldn’t fathom how people couldn’t consider that there was another side to him.

The side of him that you always got to see.

The same Sephiroth that you saw was waiting for you as the elevator doors opened. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He stood by the empty reception desk with his arms crossed, looking out the front entrance. When he heard your footsteps he turned to face you almost immediately. The man’s expression would have seemed stoic to others, but you recognised the warmth in his mako-infused gaze.

What if you were the only person he looked at that way? You held your smile steady even as your heart argued with your head to accept that maybe that’s what you really wanted.

It felt like Sephiroth’s gaze only intensified as you approached him. “...You look awful.” His voice was low, quiet, but still teasing. There was a chuckle in there too, somewhere in his deep tone. Sure you had heard it recently in the voice message, but it wasn’t the same as hearing him speak to you in person.

“That’s so mean, Seph. Not even a proper greeting for me? Wow.” Even though you were exhausted, you automatically matched his manner. “You look…” Oh, you couldn’t tell him how you really felt about how he looked. There were so many adoring and affectionate words, yet somehow still not enough. “...Like you?” You finally sputtered out after filtering all the other things that your mouth wanted to say.

The 1st Class Soldier gifted you with a short laugh and you struggled to hold back the burst of emotions that bloomed in your chest. “You are so mean to me.” This interaction wasn’t like the others. This didn’t feel like the light playful chats in the elevator. When did these interactions change? When did all the same words that you used to use before suddenly mean something different?

Sephiroth suddenly leaned closer towards you, a small smirk crossing his lips. “I am nice to you.” The way he spoke was next to a purr, “Did you want me to be mean?” It felt like the mako glow in his eyes brightened for a moment; he was close enough that you could see specks of the otherworldly green in his irises.

You wanted to die on the spot. He was not flirting with you, no matter how much it felt like it. No way. However, before you could stop yourself, you replied quietly. “...I like it when you’re nice to me.” The look on Sephiroth’s face melted into something else—something just as warm, just as intense, but something so much more genuine and it immediately scared you. Before he could say anything more you let out dismissive laugh. “Phew, I am a lot more exhausted than I thought. I-I should probably get home.”

Maybe the fear was reflected in your expression. Sephiroth fell back into his usual cool and stoic demeanor and you wanted to apologise—it was hard not to feel as though you had just ruined something important. Casual conversation you could navigate. This? What was this?

Of course you’d find a way to make a bad day worse. Of course you’d ruin a good thing. Of course you’d—

A large hand pressed into your lower back and guided you forwards, interrupting your downward spiraling thoughts. When you looked up at Sephiroth beside you, he simply watched and waited for you to take the lead. Nothing in how he looked at you had changed from when you had first exited the elevator. “There’s a car waiting for you outside.” That voice you so adored, was steady and warm and sure. Still the same.

Quietly you stepped outside with Sephiroth in tow. He opened the car door for you, nodding to the driver who did the same in return. You sat in the back seat, with the soldier leaning outside on the vehicle, looking in to make sure you were comfortable. 

“...Bye Seph.” You really did sound tired.

Sephiroth didn’t respond right away, but the silence wasn’t as heavy as the one inside the lobby. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head. “Goodnight.” You knew there was something else he wanted to say, but he held his tongue. There was another pause before he shut the door for you.

You leaned back in your seat and let the butterflies run rampant in your belly, let the buzz run through your veins, let it hum through your body. You covered your hands with your face. It felt like there was still something left to say, a conversation left unfinished.

From outside the ShinRa building, Sephiroth watched as you were driven away out of sight. He stood there, holding what he really wanted to say to you in his throat.

It was frustrating for him to know he could physically conquer any fight, any conflict, except for whatever he could see going on in your eyes. Did you know that he could see you becoming more and more tired with each interaction you had? It frustrated him to no end knowing that people took advantage of you and your time and your efforts. Idiots. Fools. 

How could he put into words how you made him feel? Sephiroth was no good at words. He just wanted to keep you safe. He just wanted you not to be tired. He just wanted you to always smile when you saw him—a smile that said you were genuinely happy to see him. Not the 1st Class Soldier, but happy to see Sephiroth himself.

The man snapped out of his reverie as his phone pinged with a message. A voice note from you.

▶• ıll— “...I missed you, Sephiroth. Welcome home.”

Sephiroth stared at the screen of his phone.

And then he replayed the message, just to hear your voice again.

[midwestmade29]

Rectify ❤️‍🔥

My story came to life from the “one prompt a day” post from @urfriendlywriter you’ll find here 🙂 this one was called “touch starved.” I’m excited to see what ones are next! Also, you'll find 2-3 other prompts from @loveisanimaginarydagger3000's list in my story too! You can find the prompts here

( Side note: this was my take on someone being “touch starved.” I’m sure it means different things to different people, this was just what I gravitated towards.)

Word count: 1,839 Divider by: @saradika-graphics

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Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

Dominant male, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Matt was on my mind a lot today and I saw the writing prompts and my brain ran with it 😏

Matt Jackson rectifies your “situation” in the sexiest of ways…

Matt sat on the other side of the table with his mouth agape as he stared at you. He was stunned by your answer to the question he had just asked you, which made you squirm in your seat at the sudden silence that surrounded your table. His reaction to you telling him that you hadn’t been touched or kissed by a man in almost a year made you regret even saying anything. Crawling into a dark hole or flying away sounded good right about now! You cleared your throat in hopes that would snap Matt out of the stupor he was in, but he barely even blinked. “Matt, say something…” You quietly begged. “Do you want me to leave? I can have the waitress separate our checks…” Matt immediately grabbed your hand as you stood up from the table, finally showing some sign of life. “No, please sit. I’m sorry, I just can’t believe that!” he blurted out. “You can’t believe what? you asked sheepishly. Matt could tell that his choice of words didn’t come across like he meant them to when he saw you sink down in your chair a little. “Look at you, Y/N. You’re stunning. Any guy that doesn’t realize that needs to get their eyes checked! If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” His last words caused your cheeks to flush and your core to do a flip flop at the thought of Matt all over you.

“I mean there have been offers, but none I’ve wanted. They weren’t the person I wanted to be intimate with…” you hinted while never breaking eye contact. “I see. And who exactly did you want to be intimate with?” he purred, already knowing the answer. When you didn’t respond right away, Matt prompted you to explain. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging! Say it Y/N.” You bit your bottom lip timidly, causing Matt’s eyes to darken as he noticed the little indents your teeth left. He was the one squirming now! “You know who I’m talking about…” “Yes, I do but I need to hear you say it baby.” The grit in his low voice was incredibly sexy and it was making your arousal grow just from the sound of it. “You. I wanted you, Matt.” He smirked after his name fell from your lips, asking you an additional question that made you swallow hard. “And is that something you still want? To be intimate with me?” “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, kissed properly, completely ravaged. But, when I’m alone at night in my bed, you’re who I think about while I touch myself. I imagine your hands roaming freely on my body, your lips leaving goosebumps wherever they touch…” You were cut off by the waitress when they came to the table to ask if they could get either of you anything. Matt quickly handed the waitress his credit card without even asking for the bill, clearly unconcerned with how much dinner was. Once the bill was officially paid for, Matt held your hand as he briskly walked towards the exit and into an Uber. “What are we doing?” you asked puzzled. “We are going to rectify your situation. We’re going back to my hotel room.”

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach as Matt walked around you slowly, eyeing you hungrily while planning his course of action. There was a crackle in the air from the sexual tension that continued to build, the heat between your legs ever growing. You jumped slightly when Matt pressed his body into your back but reveled in the feeling of him being so close. He wrapped one arm around your abdomen pulling you even closer, while his free hand brushed your hair away from your ear and neck. Your breathing became shallow and breathy when Matt whispered in your ear, “Are you sure you want this, Y/N? You really want to do this and give yourself to me?” Your clit was throbbing for this man, your muscles tense with want. There was no doubt in your mind, body, and soul that you wanted Matt to have his way with you. You turned to face him, giving him your final answer. “Yes, I’m sure I want this. I want whatever you have in store Matt. Don’t hold back, don’t hesitate. Fuck me so good that I’ll still feel the effects from it in the morning.” A groan escaped from deep inside of him when he picked you up and carried you over to the bed and laying you down on the mattress. He kissed you fiercely, his lips soft and warm against yours. Matt only broke contact momentarily as he pulled your shirt over your head, and skillfully unclasping your bra next and tossing it to the floor. “Mmm, so beautiful baby.” He praised as he took each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them before leaning down and kissing each pink circle. Your nipples started to pucker the more his tongue flicked all around them, and you couldn’t help but to gasp when he sucked hard and released them from his mouth immediately afterwards. He lowered his head down to kiss you again, ghosting his lips against yours before pulling back again with a smug smirk, making you chase him in desperation. Matt was very much in control of the situation, taking the lead like he did with mostly everything else. He stood up, leaving your body longing for more.

You watched every move he made as he pulled his shirt over his head before undoing his belt buckle and letting his pants slide down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, longing to be set free from all restrictions. Matt didn’t remove his underwear just yet, instead he made quick work of taking your pants and panties off simultaneously leaving you completely naked and exposed on the bed. Your body responded to his touch as his hands slid up your body, setting it ablaze every inch they covered. Matt watched how your body reacted to the slightest touches and he studied your facial cues making sure what he was doing felt good to you. He finally kissed you and you grabbed ahold of his hair to keep him in place so he couldn’t break away this time. Holy shit was he a good kisser! Your tongues danced together as your hands desperately grasped at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths like you couldn’t get enough. When you came up for air, Matt’s hand started trailing down your body. His fingertips lightly creating a path in between your breasts, down to your stomach and stopping at your pelvis. “I want to touch you, baby. Feel your wetness on my fingers. Is that okay?” he asked breathlessly. “Yes…” was the only response your brain could offer since it was in overdrive. You lower half bucked off the bed when he began making circles with his finger on your clit. You whimpered at his touch when he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Shit, you’re so tight baby. So wet and warm.” He murmured next to your ear.

“Please Matt! I need you. Fuck me now, I want to feel all of you!” you begged. After he removed his boxer briefs, he positioned himself in between your legs, aligning his length up with your entrance. The anticipation was killing you and your nerves rose to the surface again. You knew you wanted this and that you asked for all of it. You were more concerned with being good enough for Matt and making him feel good too. He took notice of the worried look on your face and asked tenderly, “What’s wrong baby? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” “I-I just want you to feel good. I want it to be good for you…” you said, almost inaudible. “You are pure perfection Y/N. I’m so turned on by you that I almost exploded just looking at you earlier! Don’t think baby, just feel.” His words gave you the comfort and confidence you needed to proceed, and he kissed you passionately before pushing himself inside of you. At first it was a little uncomfortable since it had been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, but Matt was sweet and took it slow, allowing you to adjust to his thickness. Your walls squeezed and pulled him, making him shiver at the sensation. Matt’s long dark hair tickled your face as it fell around you, his scent filling your nose and the look of lust in his eyes sending you into overdrive. Matt made each slow and deep thrust count, hitting all the right spots every single time! Even though his intentions were to fuck you like you asked him to, and his original plan was to rectify you of being touch starved, his passion and vulnerability still shined through. Matt interlocked his fingers with yours and brought your hands above your head, beads of sweat falling on your cheek as he lowered his body, making sure it was flush against yours.

His body blanketed over you, and his weight pinned you against the mattress. You couldn’t get enough of him and being this close almost felt like it wasn’t close enough. “Matt!” you cried out into the air. “I’m almost there…don’t stop!” He sighed against your lips as the pleasure was overtaking him too. The headboard was knocking against the wall with each deep thrust, the sound of your bodies connecting echoing through the room. Matt released your hands, and they instantly made their way onto his back, nails scraping and digging into his skin there. His arms were on each side of your head as he leaned against them for support, never losing his rhythm as he got better situated. Your orgasm tore through your body, the intensity of it almost taking your breath away! You cried out Matt’s name as the waves of your release crashed over you. “You’re so sexy baby…” Matt cooed against your cheek. While your walls pulsated against his length, Matt found his release too. You could feel every drop fill you as he pumped himself in and out a few more times as he rode out his release. You were both breathless and sweaty, and completely satisfied. Matt kissed you before removing himself from you, causing both of you to groan from the loss of contact. He laid down next to you, trying to steady his breathing as he opened his arms to you, encouraging you to scoot closer and cuddle with him. Your head rested on his chest, and he pulled the covers over you both so neither of you would get chilled.

Before the two of you drifted off to sleep, you spoke softly as you nuzzled closer to Matt. “I think you created a monster.” “Why do you say that?” he asked half asleep. “I’m already wondering when we can do that again…”

That GIF though…🥵

[linahopeeeee]

Hi babes❤️ since your request are open I was wondering if you could do one where Todoroki forgot about your anniversary dinner even after you worked so hard to make everything perfect but he makes it up to you later that night if you know what I mean😜😜👀

ღ Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

ღ Words: 1400

ღ Notes: first of all i truly apologize for this taking so fucking long😢 but here it is, and hopefully you dont hate it. i also think this is the longest request i've ever written so please let me know if you enjoyed it!

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9:30

Your eyes glance over at the clock once again, shoto was supposed to be home hours ago so that the two of you could spend your anniversary together.

Your eyes move down to the phone on the table as, yet another text message goes unread, your calls all being sent straight to voicemail.

And at first you were worried, thinking that maybe something had happened and shoto was injured, but then a notification on your phone told you that that was most definitely not the case.

No, why you were at home working so hard to make sure you and your boyfriend’s anniversary was perfect, he was instead hanging out with Izuku, doing what ever the fuck it is they do on their own time.

A sigh leaves your parted lips, eyes watering before you force yourself to blink away the tears. You are not going to cry.

No, what you are going to do is put all of the food away, and then take off that uncomfortable ass dress that you put on in order to make this night feel special, then you’re going to take off your makeup and throw on your favorite pair of shorts and one of Shoto’s hoodies and you're going to eat an entire tub of ice cream while watching shitty reality shows.

An hour later and you’re halfway through the list when you hear the sound of your front door opening and closing, the sound of shoto’s footsteps get closer and closer as you take off the last remaining makeup, throwing the used wipes into the trash. You look through your makeup bag for your favorite lip balm, applying a bit to your lips.

Your force yourself to not look towards the door, knowing Shoto is there watching you, as you grab your phone and start carelessly scrolling through your socials.

You’re completely still as Shoto wraps his arms around you from the back “I’m so sorry” he mumbles against your head

His apology goes ignored as you stand and walk out the door, determined to finish your list, you head to the kitchen, taking the ice cream from the freezer and grabbing a spoon before flopping down on the couch.

The couch dips under shoto’s weight, and you can feel his eyes on you, burning holes into the side of your head but you just ignore him, turning the volume on the tv up louder incase he tried to talk to you again.

“I’m sorry” he tries again, moving closer to you. He takes your face in his hands, gently turning your head so that you’re facing him. “baby, I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be but I’m going to make it up to you. I promise” he tells you before releasing your face and standing from the couch.

You watch as walks away, going into your bedroom. He’s in there for a couple of minutes before the door is being pulled open and he’s standing in front of you, this time with a bag in his hand.

“I know this doesn’t make up for me missing our anniversary but I really am sorry” he says holding the bag out for you. You eye it for a few moments before your hand is reaching out for it.

You can’t help but gasp as you stare down at the piece of jewelry in front of you, the same diamond bracelet that you couldn’t take your eyes away from at the mall sits on your lap.

You didn’t even think he was paying that much attention that day at the mall, every time you looked over at him, he seemed to be engrossed on his phone.

“thank you sho, I love it” you say sitting the box down on the table before throwing your arms around his neck, pushing your lips into his. He kisses you back instantly, tongue swiping over your bottom lip.

“I want you” you whisper against his lips, and he groans, hands finding your thighs and your quick to jump into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you towards your bedroom.

He gently places you on the bed, quickly taking his shirt off before crawling in between your legs, lips back on yours as he fingers sneak under your hoodie.

“take this off” he mumbles against your lips as he tugs at the bottom of the hoodie, he helps you pull it over your head, throwing it off somewhere to the side.

He’s surprised to find your chest completely bare, your nipples hardening as the cool air hits them. “fuck I love you” he tells you before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it for a couple of seconds before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

He releases it with a small pop before moving to the other one, hand palming himself through his shorts, trying to give his aching member some sort of relief because he knows he’s going make you cum multiple times before he even thinks about cumming himself.

“wanna taste you” he says as he pulls your shorts down your legs, your legs instantly parting as he takes you in.

Your folds puffy and glistening with slick, clit peeking out, just begging for attention.

One swipe of his tongue through your folds leave him desperate for more, your arousal coating his tongue and he’s quick to swallow it down. “fuck you taste so good” he mumbles against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan loudly “you always taste so sweet for me baby”

The words force a whine from you, hips rolling as you grind yourself further into his face, coating him in your slick.

You can feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, as shoto moves from your clit down to your hole, tongue prodding at your entrance as more slick continues to pour out of you.

“ ‘m cumming” you whine out as you fall over the edge, shoto helps you through your orgasm, slurping up all of you, making sure not to waste a single drop.

Shoto doesn’t stop, even after you’ve came, tongue continues to swirl around your clit as you try to push his head away from your sensitive pussy. You fail miserably, both of your hands are being pushed away from Shoto’s hair.

Two of shoto’s fingers are being pushed through your walls, curling instantly as you let out a strangled groan as he finds that spot within you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tongue poking out to wet your dry lips.

Two fingers turn into three as he fingers you open, getting you ready to take his dick.

Your second high hits you like a ton of bricks, it leaves your legs shaking, heart pounding in your chest.

You’re a whining, whimpering mess by the time shoto finally finishes licking you clean, you can barely keep your eyes open and your body feels gross and sticky with sweat.

But you don’t care

All you care about is getting sho inside of you as quickly as possible. The need to feel him stretching you out is all you can think about as your run your hands through his hair and pulling his lips down to yours, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips.

You’re not sure when he took of his pants and you don’t really give a fuck when he runs the tip against your folds, gathering up the slick that’s already began to gather at the thought of shoto stuffing you full of his cock.

He pushes in slowly, the two of you moaning together as he stretches you out, the feeling of him filling you up inch by inch.

You already feel yourself getting close and he’s barely even started thrusting yet, walls clenching down around him

“fuck, if you keep clenching down on me like that I wont last long” he hisses out, rolling his hips against yours, eyes glued to where your bodies meet, where your sucking him in so tightly.

He pulls out, leaving just the tip in before he slams his hips back into yours, quickly picking up the pace as he fucks himself into you, loving the way you cry out for him.

Its like his name is the only word you know, as you repeatedly moan it out.

“Sho! Sho!” you cry out as he angles his hips up and hits that spot, all it takes is his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

The feeling of you cumming around him, walls tightening around him is all shoto needs, with two more thrusts he’s emptying himself deep in your walls.

He doesn’t pull out right away, instead choosing to leave kisses along your neck and jaw, still muttering out apologies for missing your anniversary and promising that tomorrow the two of you will have the entire day to do whatever you want.

its hours later when you and Shoto as cuddled together in bed, limbs tangled together when you remember that you never put your ice cream back into the freezer.

[lenaariewrld]

dream girl

40. bad news, good news

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The little restaurant you choose to meet Kunimi at is fairly populated when you arrive, with tables both inside and sitting outside full of young adults and teens all chatting with each other in their own groups. You press your lips together and search for your ex-roommate, spotting him sitting under a table with a blue and yellow umbrella, an iced drink in his hand while he scrolls on his phone absently. “You going to be okay?” Iwaizumi walks up behind you, car keys in hand, after making sure the vehicle he drove you two in is parked and locked.

You nod after a second.

“You’re here if something goes wrong.. And I don’t think he’ll try anything,” With a shrug, you take the first step and head towards Kunimi, clearing your throat once you’re within distance of him. He looks up from scrolling through whatever social media site he was on when he hears you, offering a curt nod but otherwise not reacting. You can’t say you’re surprised.

“Thanks for meeting me…”

“Yeah,” You hold your arms and take a seat across from Kunimi as he gestures for you to sit, your movements slow. You can feel Iwaizumi’s eyes watching you from where he sits perched on the hood of his car, ready to walk up and leave with you if anything goes awry. Knowing he’s there helps you feel a little relaxed, but your nerves still chew at your stomach like a gnawing beast. Mostly, because you’re worried about whatever messages Kunimi has to show you. What Kaori said, what her motivation was for treating you like the gum she scraped off the bottom of her shoe. “Whenever you want to pull it up,” You urge quietly.

Kunimi nods, closes his app, and pulls up the messages. He scrolls to the beginning of the conversation and turns his phone to you, setting it on the table for you to grab and read at your own pace. You hunch forward and carefully read each message.

Your brows knit themselves together with each new word.

Kaori’s messages are sour and clipped, completely unlike the overly emoji-fied, extra lettered and excessive nicknamed messages she would send when you first met her. Your throat clamps shut as you read on, urging your eyes to process the messages despite wanting desperately to do just the opposite of that.

‘im just teaching her how the real world works, and people like her dont deserve to cruise through easily’

What does that even mean?

How does she think you’re cruising through life?

You finally reach the end of the conversation, but you’re left with more questions than answers, confused by her implications and even more confused by how she seems to genuinely believe she’s in the right. Maybe it was because she was crazy like Kunimi said? Or because she was just delusional enough to twist her point of view? Whatever it was, you understand her even less than before.

“Huh,” Is all you can manage to say next, scrolling through and rereading the conversation a few more times. Kunimi watches you, leaning on his elbow.

“I think she’s just jealous and grabbing whatever bullshit excuse she can…” He says, sipping from his drink. Slowly, you pull away from the phone and nod.

“Maybe,”

You slide his phone back towards him, leaning back in your seat. Your throat still feels dry and your stomach continues to twist itself in all manners of directions, like it’s following the most cursed game of DDR it can come up with. “Anyway,” He pauses and lets you process. “I also wanted to… offer any help you might need in finding a new place or anything… I’m currently staying with a friend, so I can’t offer much, but…” Kunimi trails off and lets his offer hang in the air between the two of you. The more you look at him, the more you notice how awake he looks. Of course he still has circles beneath his eyes and the perpetual look of boredom, but there’s actual color in his skin and his eyes seem more lively and reactive.

“I don’t know..” You’re hesitant to just accept his help or immediately forgive him. A part of you is still worried he might up and betray you again. It’s not like he actively did anything.. but what hurt the most was how you trusted him and he didn’t do anything to speak against what was going on because he had been sleeping with Kaori. It hurt you, genuinely. But you can’t fully hate him, either, having seen his defense of you and how often he apologized and tried to fix what he did. It was a hard decision to just make on the fly.

Kunimi shakes his head before you can say anything else. “It’s okay if you’re not willing to, or if you don’t want to forgive me.. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do besides dealing with Kaori..” He shrugs. You press your lips together.

“I’m not mad at you or anything… and I probably could forgive you… but, I think I just need to get my other shit in order first,” You glance towards Iwaizumi, breathing in. “Thank you for what you have done…”

He nods and stands up, pushing his chair in. “Well, I guess I can leave you be, then... I won’t take up more of your time.” He nods his head once more as a goodbye, lets you wave him off, and then walks inside to pay for his drink. You head off once the door closes behind him, knocking against the hood of Iwa’s car to get his attention.

“Ready?” He asks, pulling out his keys and unlocking the car.

“Yup,”

Iwaizumi drives you to a nearby park, claiming that he already let the others know where you guys were so that they could meet you two when they got off work or out of their lectures. You remain quiet the whole time, running your hands over your legs over and over. “So… Did you figure anything out?” He speaks up hesitantly, the car slowing as he pulls into a mostly-empty parking lot.

“Sort of?” You shrug, picking at the seam of your pants. “I mean, apparently, Kaori did everything she did to ‘teach me how the real world works’ because she claims I’m one of those people who cruises through, but it makes no sense… and nothing else she said made much sense, either,” You add on when Iwa stays silent, allowing you the time to explain. He only hums, parking the car.

The car engine hums idly before he shuts it off, looking over at you. “She sounds delusional, same as that night with me and Oikawa,” He says it like a fact that can’t be refuted, not that you have much energy to argue with him about it.

Maybe before all of this, when you still thought Kaori was just a little weird and that she just cared about your safety, you would’ve. Now, though, you can’t believe you ever thought she cared about you or anyone other than herself. She had been using your ignorance and trust in her since the beginning.

Your phone buzzes in your purse.

You paused in getting out of the car to pull it out, not noticing Iwaizumi circling the vehicle to get the door for you, your eyes still focused on your screen when he pulls it open. “What’s up?” He asks when you don’t move.

“The administration got back to me about my dorm…” You say, eyes scanning the new email. “‘Given the situation that we have been told about, as well as the actions of Ms Kaori Hashimoto, it has been agreed upon to provide you new housing for the remainder of this term at no extra cost. Our staff has also assigned a counselor to look into the allegations you have raised against Ms Hashimoto, and we will assign proper punishment when our investigation has concluded–” You pause in your reading of the email to take a breath.

“–Attached are the details of your new temporary housing. More permanent solutions may be figured out with our staff over the summer once new courses have been assigned’” Finished with reading, you look up from your phone with a shy smile. Iwa huffs in response, patting your head.

“Good, that’s that out of the way,” He says, stepping back to let you get out of the car. You gather your things and excitedly get out, closing your door and following him onto one of the paths of the park, your mood a little improved with the knowledge that now you have a place to stay that’s not Samu and Sakusa’s couch.

As grateful to them as you may be, you didn’t want to keep mooching off them for longer than necessary. So, you’re glad for this solution, deciding you’d look for a more permanent place once everything settled.

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the meeting with kunimi was mostly short bc,,, y/n and him had nothing else to talk about

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[aburruso-capstone-uhwoacm]

Progress Update #7

We’re on the home stretch, everyone!   I’ve gotten a lot of stuff done since the last update, so let’s get right into that.  In the last post, I had a to-do list of things I had to do.  As of this writing, I’ve gotten all of them done except for one. 

First of all, there was that annoying shock sound effect.  As I mentioned in a previous post, the SFX in the game sounded different from what I had made in Audition.  I thought something happened to it when I imported it to GameMaker.  However, it turns out that the real problem lied in how I coded it into the game.  Put simply, the code would start playing the sound over and over, leading to the sound layering over itself.  I figured out how to make it where the sound would only play once per collision, so that was an easy fix.  On a side note, I also added some other sound effects, such as one for Sasha walking and one when Sasha switches to her aim state.

I also got the new background done, as you can see below.  Now, the score, turns, and coordinates are on “screens.”  As you can see in the picture, there is another screen at the bottom right.  This is for the legend my parents wanted me to add… which I forgot to do.  Maybe I can get that done in these next few days…

(Note: this is the actual game running. As you can see, the Aim coordinates are blacked out. This is intentional; I wanted to hide them while the player was inputting their Move coordinates. I just made a cover object that turns invisible when Sasha's in her Aim state).

As for the grade system, that was a little tricky.  Adding the system itself was not that hard, but I did have to adjust it a little.  Originally, it would have five ranks: S, A, B, C, and D.  Each rank would also be separated by 100 points (ex. getting 1200 points gets you the S rank while you’ll get the A rank with at least 1100 points).  However, I decided to test the system out, and I found that it would be impossible to get the D rank; by the time the player got a score low enough to get that rank (by running into firewalls and servers), they would not have enough turns to win.  So, I had to change the system to make it possible to get all the ranks.  Now, each rank is separated by 500 points, and the lowest rank is C.

The last thing on my to-do list that I finished was the transition.  I followed a YouTube tutorial for this, and I feel it was really helpful (I liked the approach towards coding the fade ins).  I think the only issue is that the fade in from the play area to the game over and win screens takes longer than usual.  However, when I test it on HTML5, this is not that noticeable, so it may not be a major problem.

The only other thing I have to finish is the tutorial.  I got started on it this week, and I feel that I am almost done (around 80% done).  I am using GameMaker’s new Sequence tool to make the tutorial, and to be honest, it’s sort of hard to use.  I know how to use it, since it’s similar to Premiere Pro and After Effects.  The only problem is just maneuvering it.  Trying to scroll to a different part of the timeline and zooming in/out has given me grief at points; I’m used to just using the mousepad to zoom in, but GameMaker does not have that functionality.  I’m a little forgiving towards it since I know the Sequence tool is new, but still, I can’t wait to get the tutorial done.

Another thing I had trouble with regarding the tutorial was recreating the movement of the markers.  In the actual game, the markers “snap” from one coordinate (let’s call it x to y for this post) to the other.  At first, I had no idea how to do this in the tutorial (with the keyframes, the markers would instead slide from x to y).  My solution was to add a lot of keyframes with x’s coordinates between x and y.  This worked, but it doing it for every movement was tedious.  Then, by a complete fluke, I found a simpler solution: just put a keyframe with x’s coordinates right before the keyframe for y.  I don’t know if I explained this well, so here’s a picture of what the sequence looks like right now.  For the before, just image a lot more keyframes:

That’s all I have to say for now.  My main priority is finishing the tutorial.  If time permits, I’ll also make the legend.  I’m also considering changing the background of the title screen, but I’ll only do it if I have time.  I only have a couple of days left to finish this.  Let’s see how it goes!

Oh, one last thing. Here's something that happened while I was working on the tutorial. Sasha's gotta go fast:

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[teddy-yandere]

Hello, I hope you are well and stay hydrated! I just saw your answer, so I hope you don't mind if I make my first request (the first of many I hope, if you like what my silly head imagines JAKJHSA-)

Can I please ask for some headcanons of Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Muichiro and Giyuu with a fem! reader who constantly puts herself at risk to save others? For example, she is trapped in the middle of a horde of demons to get Nezuko out of there, she ends up very injured, but does not die.

I was also planning on doing an Attack on titan request but I forgot I was going to ask for * cry * anyway, when I remember I will send it to you if you don't mind! I love and admire the way you write, have a beautiful week <3

- Danger -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

Characters = Tanjiro , Zenitsu , Muichiro , Giyuu

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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Tanjiro

• Tanjiro thinks that you are being absolutely ridiculous putting yourself in danger like that.

• If you really want to get kidnapped by this man , then this is how you do it. Tanjiro really admired your bravery and hard work , but this is just too much for his poor heart to handle.

• Every single time you out yourself into danger , he feels like his heart is actually being pulled out. As I have said before , he asmires your need to defend others , but can’t you just leave all the hard work to him??

• One time he saw you trying to save a mother mad child while fighting a lower moon , and he felt like something just went off in his head. Tanjiro is never violent towards you , but in that moment he pushes you out of the way , and lectured you after the demon was killed.

• Tanjiro just cares too much about you. He can’t afford to loose you to a demon.

Zenitsu

• At first , Zenitsu found your habit very admirable, until you almost got yourself killed trying to save Nezuko.

• It was a very hard mission that you were assigned with Zenitsu ( his request ). Despite his protests , you decided to run ahead of him to check the area out and spot out the demon. Little did you know that there were many other demons in that area.

• When Zenitsu caught up to you , he found you completely surrounded by demons , trying to protect a younger member of the corps.

• That is when Zenitsu snapped and he killed all of the demons very fast. When he was finished he turned to look at you, and saw that you were bleeding. It looked like a lot of blood so he licked you up and took you to the butterfly mansion to get you checked out.

• Luckily, you were okay , but you needed a couple stitches. Let’s just say that Zenitsu, refused to let you go alone on a mission after that experience.

Muichiro

• Every time Muichiro hears that you are going on a mission , he tries his best not to worry about you. This may come off as weird , but Muichiro sees you as someone who is strong and unbeatable. He knows that you have a bad habit of putting yourself in danger to protect others.

• He does not know why , but when he heard that you were going on a mission today , he had a very bed feeling about it. He tried to ignore it , but it it soon became to much , so he decided to go where your mission was.

• To his shock , and surprise , he saw you laying down clutching your side as a demon was approaching you. Muichiro went over and killed the demon , before rushing back to you to check your condition. It did not look well for you.

• He rushed you to the butterfly mansion , where he got the full story from you. Turned out that all of the lower moon were having a meeting there. You accidentally walked in a became overwhelmed by all of the demons. Nearby , there was a young boy picking flowers. You had to distract the demons from the little boy.

• While Muichiro was happy that you were safe , he can’t help but feel a lot more uneasy whenever you go on missions without him.

Giyuu

• Yeah no- Giyuu will not put up with this habit of yours for long.

• It all started when you were assigned to go help Tanjiro and Nezuko with a mission. Giyuu got a very bad feeling so he decided to secretly follow you to the destination. At some point , Giyuu lost track of you , so it took him a while to find you . When he did find you , he did not like what he saw.

• He saw a bunch of demons circling you , while you were protecting Nezuko. You also looked like you lost a ton of blood. He immediately started to kill the demons. When he was done , he told the siblings to go ahead and he quickly took you to the mansion..

• When you woke up in the hospital bed , Giyuu practically yelled at you for heading into danger.

• After he was done , he apologized and asked you to be more careful.

• After that , he kidnapped you after that

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[thegalleonsnest]

A MAJOR CELEBRATION - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

I’m a bit late on this, but it’s here! This is not only my anniversary piece, but my love letter to both the game and the community as a whole. I wanted to include as many grumpuses as I could, and I got way more than I ever thought I would ever draw lol. There was a point where I just had to stop or else I would be in muppet purgatory forever, but I really tried to get as many as I could.

Bugsnax as a game was something I didn’t expect to hit me on such a personal level. It truly was a game I fell deeply in love with for being inspirational, emotional, and creative. Because of that, it kicked a nasty art burn out phase I got right after graduating college, and made me pick up my tablet again. My art drive has been so strong, I’ve made more pieces this year alone than the last 2-3 years combined, and that’s saying something. I’ve improved so much too, it’s crazy looking back at what I was making at the start of the year to now.

This game had me so invested, that the moment I finished it, I went online and found so many other people who were also super into it. I actually wanted to push my comfort zone and put myself out there. I wanted to meet people, get involved in the community, talk to the artists I ended up looking up to as I discovered them through the tags. It’s such a surreal experience, because it actually happened! So many of these people are incredibly kind and talented, I feel honored to have made friends with so many of them, and have created some amazing friendships with them too.

Because of all this, it really made me put my year into perspective. 2021 was not an easy year for me personally. There are people out there in the community who mean so much to me...it makes me really appreciate them so much, and I have nothing but gratitude. There’s plenty of personal stuff I rather not get into, but if it were not for me taking the steps to put myself out there, meet people, and have people that genuinely support me as I support them, I literally don’t know where I’d be without them. You guys made and continue to make my year a very special one. I literally can’t thank you all enough, you all have my deepest gratitude.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you guys for the incredible year; and thanks Young Horses for the amazing game that kick started this whole thing.

Also, yes, this is desktop wallpaper compatible! 1920x1080!

(Keep an eye out in a reblog for an Artstation post for the complete breakdown of this piece and alternate versions of this piece! Will feature higher resolutation versions of these!)

Alrighty, now to properly credit all the people who’s OCs made an appearance in the piece! For the sake of making sure this post doesn’t take up over half your scroll bar, just click read more. There’s also some fun facts if your interested too.

Credits. I’m gonna start with the people from the back and work our way towards the front. There’s a couple of people on this list who don’t have tumblr, and their next best social media is either Twitter or elsewhere.

(Ignore Clumby lol) Going from Left to Right 1. Snedra Magnificar - @susiedreemurr 2. Talara Quietbell - @girlyliondragon 3. Lorabetta Nightshade - @smol-tired-binch-blog

Left to right 4. Jeffany Sparklight - @snorpington-fizzlebean 5. Lampton Wakley - @underturd 6. Alonsy Notaspy - @alon--sy 7. Rupyne Loupdaze - @ennnet

From top left to bottom right 8. Shadow Filbo - @spade-snax 9. Honeypie - @sheepeart 10. Tallpine - @snafubravado 11. Causskin - @jillibean06 12. Lezster - @spade-snax 13. Snaktooth (The big guy lol) - @snorpington-fizzlebean

Left to right 14. Borko Pickypluck - @/QBJ on Twitter 15. Chester “Cheesy” Chullabaloo - @snafubravado 16. Peeply Griffleseed - @moominmamma-time 17. Juleo Shimmershine - @punk-rockrz 18. Margarine Fabledfungus - @fungusry

Left to right 19. Boty Cuddletight - @fuzzyblizzardkitty 20. Sheepe Plumpoof - @sheepeart 21. Buddy Sonderthing - @happysonderthing 22. Pethani Milkysocks - @peanuttindraws 23. Maltah Mailstrife - @ennnet

From top left to bottom right 24. Quillda Tiddlything - @calliopepreforms 25. Ambla Longstock - @harleyonz 26. Averie Flickersnap - Blizz-chan on DeviantArt 27. Zeela Rivershriek - @hazey-moonlight 28. Buddy Dirtdigger - @longlive-the-new-fresh

From bottom left to top right 29. Mollinda Goosechase - @smol-tired-binch-blog 30. Lawnsie Lampshade - @soulgypsywastaken 31. Peppy Beeblebop - @thepearlad 32. Bud Scribblescrap - @basedsnax

Alright, first big group. Starting from the bottom row, left to right, and work our way up each row from left to right, we got

33. Willius Bortus - @the-forest-cryptid 34. Chordical Gallopano - Oh hey that’s me lol 35. Jay (we never got a name, so uh) - @jaypsnax 36. Cheery Chocopaw (giving the piggyback) - @dynablade 37. Whybin (piggyback-e) - @ryrolie 38. Noot - @the-forest-cryptid 39. Megawatt Slashflic - @alon--sy 40. Gabzell Diamondhaze - @wambusenjoyer 41. Sleepy - @sleepytaytay 42. Smelliott - @dogboyboyfriend 43. Orlifa Featherbean - @cheesesteakphil 44. Sunny Frazzlefuzz - @stupidsunny-d 45. Cloudia Driftyfloat - @stupidsunny-d 46. Franey - @jillibean06 47. Lazloo Morrowell - @basedsnax​ 48. Zhenya Funkytoad - @angryjojofrog 49. Frankly Battletap - @lynnesgalaxy 50. Arnlo Doodlydoo - @dani-k-k 51. Fuzzly Snickerwhisker - @dani-k-k 52. Meeptah Moonsmoke - @hazey-moonlight

From the bottom row, from left to right, and work our way up from left to right again 53. Seacile Cellopaw - @thylawhiskers 54. Cardikin Giggleheart - @strabbyshortcake 55. Everlee Meganugget - @girlyliondragon 56. Noelle Gigglefunny - @strabbyshortcake 57. Suzzah Sheepmoon - @/PeanutTheRoo on twitter 58. Scrungly Tickletfit - @/Master_Meowster on twitter 59. Emery Fizzleham - @glittery-cheepoof 60. Wrongle Wigglebottom - @susiedreemurr 61. Peachie Wigglefunny - @girlyliondragon 62. Kerleb Clumbertail - @pastel-snorpy 63. Quimbly Dazzlestomp - @its-laney-penn 64. Neddy Honeyfidget (Giving the piggyback) - @spade-snax 65. Mylon Magicknight (Piggyback-e) - @nonbinarybardd 66. Dizzee Muffinsparkle - @mylas-stash 67. Kedric Furball - @thylawhiskers 68. Duplo - From Discord (friend of @/Master_Meowster on twitter; person does not have social media) 69. Peeble Clumbertail - @pastel-snorpy 70. Lyton Writesworth - @nonbinarybardd 71. Clofur Cuddlepaw - @lucky-slime 72. Majorir - @deplorabletwink

And of course 73. McGee - That’s also me.

PHEW, WOW, THAT’S A LOT OF GUYS

Fun Facts:

- The total number of Grumpuses is 87. 73 of them being OCs and the other 14 are the main cast.

- If you noticed, I tried grouping a lot of these guys with certain themes and have it make sense for them to hang out with each other (kind of). I tried my hardest to keep it consistent, but there may be a few stray guys cause it would ruin the sort of even looking set up if I changed where they were.

-Obviously, some of the interactions and pairings are more or less little nods to other people’s connections with each other, whether it’s personal friends or people really liking their ocs together.

- I had to save out 5 different versions of this project because I had the time lapse running the whole time. The files were becoming so big, saving/opening the file became a struggle. Between the 5 files w/the time lapse recordings, the total file sizes ended up being 15.3 GB.

- The clean, final version of the project w/out the time lapse and still retains all the original layers is 172 MB.

- I started this project on November 6th, 2021 & finished it on December 2nd 2021 (That’s about 3 and half weeks, or about 26 consecutive days. No, I did not take a single day off working on this; and don’t worry, I took care of myself and had people check up on me just in case I was found lying on the floor family guy style)

The milestones dates are as followed,    - Sketch from start to finish: Nov 6th - Nov 11th    - Outline/Flats for initial background: Nov 11th - Nov 12th    - Outline/Flats for Characters: - Nov 13th - Nov 23rd     - Background Shading: Nov 24th - Nov 26th    - Character Shading: Nov 26th - Dec 1st    - Clean Up/Additional Background Detail: Dec 1st - Dec 2nd

- A good chunk of these guys have fully drawn out bodies just in case bits and pieces were shown or I had to move them around if the original sketch wasn’t gonna work.

- I haven’t done a large scale project like this since Dungeons and Grumpuses which was all the way back in March of 2021, so that tells ya how much I’ve grown and improved over the last couple of months.

- I have been told several times that I was crazy and was gonna die during this project, and I did several times lmao.

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

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allergic to you

Word Count: 3, 713

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x High School Age!Fem!Reader

Warnings: some swear words I guess, but as per usual, it’s just fluff from me. 

A/N: Guess who’s finally joined another fandom lol hello Haikyuu fandom! Pls be kind, it’s my first time writing for this fandom but I am in love with Karasuno boys, it’s problematic. Anyways, please let me know if you liked it! Sorry if I didn’t quite capture him the way other writers do haha. Also, Y/N = Your (Last) Name, just cause typing Y/L/N is exhausting lol my b

(Not my gif, credits to the original creator!)

Yamaguchi was trying his very hardest not to laugh, his hands clasped together in front of his lips to stifle his giggles as the tall blond boy he had known for years just looked at him desperately.

“It’s not funny,” Tsukishima’s lips formed into a frown (almost a pout), looking away from his friend nervously. His fingers played with some chopsticks, poking at his uneaten lunch.

Yamaguchi had never see Tsukishima Kei nervous. Volleyball games? Totally calm. Math class? Easy. Exam season? Piece of cake.

But put Tsukishima near a girl? No, scratch that. Not just any girl. Put Tsukishima near Y/N? It was all over for him. Suddenly, this 190cm tall boy wanted to shrink small enough to run away and not be noticed.

“It’s a little funny, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi insisted, finally letting out just a tiny chuckle that he just couldn’t hold back. “I think you’re overreacting. Just a bit.”

Tsukishima’s eyes turned back to the other boy, staring at him as if analyzing him, “How could I be overreacting? I’m telling you, I’m allergic!”

Yamaguchi was really trying his best to be supportive, knowing that talking about things was already hard for Tsukishima, especially when involving a particularly cute girl. “You think... you’re allergic... to Y/N,” Yamaguchi retorted slowly, repeating how Tsukishima started this convo with.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Tsukishima scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously it’s some product she uses or something,” his nose scrunched up slightly as he tried to think of what it could possibly be. “Like that hand lotion she uses. The one that smells like vanilla and brown sugar,” Tsukishima proclaimed, nodding to himself like he had solved the mystery.

The green haired boy was still trying his best to be supportive. He nodded slowly, giving a forced smile to his best friend as he slowly spiralled into insanity. He had never seen Tsukishima this desperate for answers before. “Hasn’t she let you use some of that hand lotion?” He wondered aloud, remembering very specifically how red Tsukishima’s ears got when she rubbed a bit into a rash he had gotten on his hand.

“Gotta take good care of your hands if you play volleyball, Tsukishima-san!” Y/N had beamed, her fingers massaging the cream in.

Tsukishima had practically fainted that day, though he’d never admit it.

The blond’s frown tightened, holding his hand to his chin in thought, “Right. So not the hand lotion then.”

“Maybe she got a new perfume?” Yamaguchi offered, nibbling on some of his lunch while Tsukishima thought it out.

“No, she’s still using the same one,” He mumbled, and Yamaguchi smirked to himself, knowing that Tsukishima would’ve never admitted before that he knew little details like this about her. 

“Well. what kinds of symptoms do you have? Maybe that’ll narrow it down,” Yamaguchi suggested, leaning his head back on the wall behind them. It wasn’t unusual for Tsukishima to want to eat some place quiet, but today had been the first day that he had practically dragged Yamaguchi to this small secluded spot behind the school. The two of them sat against a wall to eat, though Tsukishima’s lunch had been completely forgotten.

“I just-” Tsukishima hesitated, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he tried to word how his body felt every time she was around. “I always feel so lightheaded. And my heartbeat’s always irregular too. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe properly.” His hand slid into his jacket pocket, pulling out his phone and tilting the screen towards Yamaguchi to show him a medical diagnostic page on the web. “Some people say these are symptoms of allergies. Or an anxiety attack. But I’m leaning more towards allergies.”

Yamaguchi squinted at the text, “You... Googled it?” He asked, a playful smile on his lips, glancing up at Tsukishima, amused.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Tsukishima scoffed, scrolling through the page. “I don’t know what else it could be. It’s not with anyone else. It can’t be the classroom either, cause when she’s not around, I don’t feel anything.”

“Hm. So what’re you going to do about it?” Yamaguchi asked, going along with this ‘allergic’ idea as much as he could. He knew Tsukishima was very rational and even if he suggested what he figured was happening, Tsukishima would never listen.

“D-Do?” Tsukishima blinked. He hadn’t thought about what the next step was.

“Well I assume you don’t want to keep feeling that like right? You could always ask the teacher to move you, I suppose. Then ask her not to attend any of our games. Avoiding her for the rest of your life seems like the best choice doesn’t it?” Yamaguchi asked innocently, closing up his lunch box and taking a sip from his juice.

Tsukishima stayed quiet, eyebrows still furrowed and the frown on his face tightening. He knew that made sense - one of the girls in their class was allergic to nuts and she always had to be careful what she ate, and he had even heard of some people not eating or drinking milk products because of allergies. The logical part of his brain agreed with Yamaguchi, perhaps staying away from Y/N was the only answer.

“Then... maybe it’s not an allergy,” Tsukishima mumbled quietly. He hated going back on his word but he couldn’t deny that he loathed the idea of not seeing Y/N’s smile ever again. Or seeing her sit with someone else. “Maybe it’s just something I have to get used to.”

“You know, Tsukishima,” Yamaguchi started again, looking off to the scenery that was in front of them. His voice was light and airy as he tried to coax his friend to the idea, “What you’re going through sounds a lot like-”

Tsukishima could hear it in his voice, he knew the next word forming from Yamaguchi’s lips before it even entered the air. He slammed his lunch box closed and stood up abruptly, turning away from the other boy’s eyes. “Lunch is over,” he grumbled, as if that was the reason he stood up so dramatically.

Yamaguchi smirked and packed up his things, shaking his head slowly when Tsukishima wasn’t looking. He wasn’t at all surprised that Tsukishima was having a hard time accepting his feelings.

The word hung in the very serious boy’s mind for the rest of the day. He tried not to focus so much on Y/N as he sat next to her for the rest of their classes, tried to not inhale too much or look in her general direction, in fear that his “allergy” would act up again.

He was almost positive it wasn’t... that. He would know for sure if it was, wouldn’t he? His nose scrunched slightly as he thought about the music he had listened to before, ones that had just a good melody and beat and he definitely didn’t listen to because of the lyrics since they were about... that thing.

Didn’t some people talk about their heart feeling like it was going to fall out of their chest? That they found it hard to breathe? That it was like all life stopped when they saw that person? And that despite all this, they never wanted to be without them?

Tsukishima had to get to the bottom of this. He was either experiencing some sort of allergic reaction to her or he was experiencing feelings. He thought about ignoring them, pretending like they didn’t exist so that maybe everything would go back to normal one day. But how long would that take? Wouldn’t it just be easier to rip off the bandaid and find out now?

At the end of class, Tsukishima zoomed his way out of class, not waiting for Yamaguchi like usual.

“Is he alright, Yamaguchi-san?” Y/N asked, surprised that the two best friends weren’t walking out together like they had every other day. Some days, they would even walk out with Y/N on their way to practice. But apparently, not today.

“He’s got a lot on his mind,” Yamaguchi explained, waving it away with a smile. Perhaps today he would be walking home by himself. And that was fine by him.

Y/N packed up her things and waved goodbye to her other classmates, heading out the door and slipping in her headphones. Her mind drifted to all the things she had to do when she got home, whether or not there were leftovers to heat up today or if she should cook something up.

“You take so long,” a drawl voice interrupted the very beginning of her first song. She blinked in surprise, looking to her right where Tsukishima was leaning against a tree.

Y/N pulled out one earbud, tilting her head as she watched him. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him do this casual, I-don’t-care-about-anything lean, with his headphones around his neck and his hands shoved in his pockets. But there was something different about him this time. Why was he avoiding her eyes? Why was he not giving her an annoyingly carefree smile? Why were his ears turning pink?

“Were you... waiting for me, Tsukishima-san?” Y/N asked slowly. He didn’t move for a moment, as if still calculating something in that big brain of his. He pushed off of the tree after sighing, walking over to her slowly.

“Obviously,” was all he said, glaring down at her as if she should’ve known this.

“You rushed out of class so quick, I thought you were already going home,” Y/N responded, still a bit confused. “Don’t you and Yamaguchi normally walk home together?”

Why did she have to question so much? Why couldn’t she just realize what he was trying to do? Tsukishima huffed and grabbed her hand, dropping a nice cool juice box in it. His eyes darted away from her next inquisitive look, but glanced back almost immediately because he wanted to see her eyes widen just a little at her favourite juice box.

“W-What is this?” Y/N asked, holding it in her hands. Part of her wanted to examine it to make sure he hadn’t somehow tricked her into holding something that wasn’t actually juice. She looked up at him suspiciously - Tsukishima knew her favourite juice?

“You didn’t have one with you today. I figured you forgot your wallet again today,” Tsukishima mumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket again.

“O-Oh. I did, thank you. Um,” Y/N hesitated. Was Tsukishima trying... to be nice? “Why... why did you buy it for me?”

“I just said why,” Tsukishima scoffed, flicking her head gently. He scolded himself internally, feeling guilty as soon as she showed the surprise on her face. She’s asking why you thought to be nice, Kei, stop being snarky, he told himself harshly. “Sorry,” he muttered quickly, feeling almost immediately bad for flicking her.

Y/N just laughed though, giggles spilling from her lips as she looked up at him, “Are you feeling okay, Tsukishima-san? You’re turning red,” she teased gently and he looked away from her quickly, hating how quickly his face heated up.

He took a breath, trying to mimic how calm he was on the court. He turned back to look at her with a cocky smile and confidence gaze, though he was sure she could tell he was nervous, “I’m fine, Y/N-san. But I need to tell you something. And I’m only going to say it once so listen up.”

Y/N watched him intently, noting the fake confidence he was trying to put on. She nodded as he looked at her for any sign to keep going.

His lips opened for a moment and Y/N could’ve sworn there was a moment of panic in his eyes when nothing came out. “I’m going to walk you home today,” Tsukishima stated finally, each word thudding into the air. He felt his confidence falter as the wrong words left his mouth, shifting his bag on his shoulder and starting to walk ahead.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling her confusion only rise. Did he really build up that whole thing... just to walk her home?

“Hurry up or I’ll leave you here,” Tsukishima called behind his shoulder, still walking ahead. He was internally punching himself, groaning and uttering insults at his own stupid self. Couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t just say Y/N I like you and I think I’m either allergic to you or I’m utterly in love with you but I’ve been told I suck at explaining how I feel and that I never say the right things at the right time so please just reject me so I can move away from these exhausting feelings.

“Want some?” Y/N’s gentle voice was suddenly beside him, and Tsukishima felt his stomach doing that flipping motion again. He glanced down at her and saw her holding up the juice box at him. “Seems only fair, since you bought it,” she explained, the glimmer in her eyes making him feel way too warm inside.

“Sure,” he mumbled after a moment. She smiled just a little bit wider, holding up the juice to him, expecting him to just snatch it away and drink. But no, Tsukishima being a little bitch and deciding that if he couldn’t admit anything with words, he could try with actions, leaned down slightly, and latched his lips onto the straw. His hand wrapped around hers over the juice box, holding it still as he took a sip.

Y/N felt like she was suddenly bright red, her heart possibly having exploded right then and there. His eyes looked up to meet hers as he sipped, smirking a bit as he noticed the panicked and flushed look in her eyes.

Maybe the feeling is... mutual?

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling away after keeping her gaze for a second. “I guess I can see why you like it.”

Y/N had shivers running up and down her spine, feeling like Tsukishima had looked into her very soul and knew about her year-long crush on him.

The two of them started walking a bit slower after that, and to the external eye, you’d probably just see two classmates walking home together. But look a little closer, and you’d see both of them having internal conflicts. They managed to walk through the small roads filled with shops and make it about halfway to Y/N’s house in complete silence. 

“Y/N-san,” Tsukishima finally ended it, the agonizing silence, in which he had been racking his brain trying to think of how to start a conversation. He stopped in his tracks as he spoke the one word, the two of them now on a quieter dirt path. There was no one to interrupt them, no one to save Tsukishima from embarrassment, no Yamaguchi to fill the awkward silence.

“Hm?” Y/N looked back at him, noticing him just standing there. “Are you alright, Tsukishima-san?”

“There’s something I need to say,” he started, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists.

“O-Oh okay.”

“I’ve been... feeling sick around you.” Baka, he scolded himself for what felt like the millionth time. That definitely wasn’t the way he had wanted to say it. “I-I mean, not like sick sick but like allergy sick,” he tried to recover, but scoffed at himself since that wasn’t all that much better.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in response, trying to think about his reactions lately. He had definitely been more flushed lately, but she always thought that was annoyance. He’d been quieter and more distant, but it was Tsukishima after all. He looked over to her desperately, hoping to see that she was understanding what he was trying to say. She wasn’t. 

Tsukishima was starting to get frustrated. He knew he wasn’t the greatest at communicating but how hard was it to see how much he liked her? Yamaguchi saw it, hell, even his upperclassmen teased him about it when they first saw Tsukishima and Y/N walking out of class together one day. So why did other people who didn’t need to know it, why did they understand but she didn’t? Why was she so dense? 

You’re not saying anything, his mind reminded him as he scowled to himself.

“It has to be that,” Tsukishima finally continued quietly, his eyes now staring at his feet. He was practically trying to convince himself now. It had to be that there was a health related issue with him being around her. It had to be that, because if it wasn’t, it meant that Tsukishima had to tell her how he felt. And that meant that he was probably going to end up hurt. Why a girl like Y/N hung around a guy like him anyways was beyond him. 

“Why?” Y/N frowned, still terribly lost in the cosmos of this odd confession. “Why would it have to be that?”

“Because if it isn’t that, then it means that I’ve fallen completely head over heels for you.”

Tsukishima wasn’t sure how he had managed to say the words. But there it was. His fists tightened even more, his fingernails digging into his palm so hard it was starting to hurt. 

His eyes closed tightly, turning his head away from her. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want to see laughter or disgust in her eyes. Maybe he could take it back now. Maybe he could-

Tsukishima jumped at the feeling of a poke on his chest, his eyes opening in surprise when he found Y/N standing much closer than she was earlier. “Are you teasing me?” She asked defensively, squinting her eyes up at him.

“T-Teasing?” Tsukishima stammered. He watched her eyes, noting how visibly upset she looked and he could feel his frustration rising. He had finally said what he had wanted to say this whole time... and she wasn’t even reacting the way she was supposed to. How stupid did she have to be? And why did she have to look so damn cute while doing it?

“Yamaguchi-san told you, didn’t he? I knew that poophead couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” she grumbled, crossing her arms against her chest. “He swore he wouldn’t tell you, but I should’ve known. You guys are best friends and all.”

“Told me... told me what?”

“That I’ve liked you practically since we met,” Y/N huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Listen, Tsukishima-san, if you don’t like me back, you don’t have to tease me like this. I’m perfectly fine being rejected,” she told him with a pout on her lips (she was definitely not fine being rejected, and was planning on crying at home after this). “Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

Tsukishima‘s eyes widened, staring at her like she had grown a second head. “You... You like me?” He gulped. His allergies must be getting worse, his heart was thumping so hard against his chest, he couldn’t think straight.

Y/N and him shared a confused look for a moment, neither one of them sure who was teasing whom at this point. “Didn’t... didn’t you know? That’s why you’re being nice to me?” She asked him, poking his chest again. “Why else would you be walking me home and buying me juice?”

“Why would...” Tsukishima’s lips curled into a smile and suddenly he burst out into laughter, tilting his head back in amusement. 

“Why are you laughing?” Y/N whined, punching his arm lightly with a huff. “This isn’t a time to be laughing at me!”

Tsukishima straightened up with his signature cocky smile, shaking his head as he fixed his glasses on his face. Then, his hand moved to hit the top of her head.

“OW! Tsukishima-san!”

“You idiot. Why would I be standing here confessing to you if I was just going to make fun of you?” Tsukishima scoffed, smirking at her. “If I didn’t like you back and I found out you liked me, don’t you think I would’ve made it clear by now that you never stood a chance?”

Y/N thought about this for a moment, remembering that one time a girl in a different class had confessed to him after attending one of his matches.

“I think you’re incredible, Tsukishima-san! A-And I just.... well I just...”

“Are you trying to confess to me?” Tsukishima didn’t even bother looking up from his study book, finishing an equation before even glancing at her. “You should just give up now. I’m not interested.”

The girl had teared up so much, even Y/N had felt bad (even though she was secretly happy that Tsukishima hadn’t accepted the confession). Yamaguchi had yelled at Tsukishima about being gentle that day.

“Why would I be nice to someone stupid enough to think I’d like them? I didn’t give her any hints that I did, I don’t even know her,” Tsukishima grumbled.

Y/N had internalized those words, deciding she wouldn’t confess her feelings to Tsukishima ever. If she did, and Tsukishima rejected her, he probably wouldn’t want to be around her as friends ever again.

“So...” Y/N thought to herself for a moment, trying to reexamine what had happened today. “What was with the juice box then?” She asked him. 

“I thought...” Tsukishima frowned a little, looking up at the sky in thought. “I thought when you confess you were supposed to... give a gift or something.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at his thought process and Tsukishima glared at her slightly. “You’re laughing at me now?”

She shook her head quickly, trying to stifle her giggles, “I just... I think it’s sweet,” she beamed, holding onto her little juice box even though it was empty now.

Tsukishima watched her carefully before smiling a little, patting her head gently, “Alright then, let’s get you home. I’ll bring another juice box for you for our date.”

“D-Date?” Y/N repeated shyly, following him as he started to walk again.

“You thought I’d just confess to you and not ask you out? Idiot,” Tsukishima smirked, feeling such an intense relief on his shoulders. His heart was still beating furiously and his stomach felt like it was going to come up his throat, but... it wasn’t as frustrating of a feeling now. 

After he dropped her off at her house with the promise of walking her to school tomorrow morning, Tsukishima couldn’t help but allow himself to smile widely the whole way home. 

If this is what an allergy felt like, he never wanted it to stop.

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Okay like I mentioned up there in the Author’s Notes, this is my first time writing for Haikyuu so lmk what you thought :) I’ve written some stuff for OHSHC and I think it’s pretty obviously that tall jerks with glasses are my type lol 

Anyways! Enjoy!

[yunoysl]

Wanna be yours | jjh

Summary: having an attractive roommate is one thing, but being friends with benefits with them is something that is bound to go wrong.

Pairing: roommate!jaehyun x fem!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: masterbation, sexual tension, voyeurism?, unprotected sex, bulge kink, creampie, not completely proofread!

When you first asked your friend group if there was anyone they knew that needed a place to stay, you didn’t expect for him to be insanely attractive, and you also didn’t expect to become friends with benefits with him. You’re not complaining—he’s AMAZING in bed. Not just is the foreplay good and have you riled up and wet within a few minutes, but the degrading and aftercare have you wanting more.

“Y/N, are you going to workout with me today?”

“No, I’m too tired today” you tell him as you pick up a popsicle from the freezer. “I’ll just watch you workout and do it vicariously through you”

“Well alright, you won’t get the results you want but whatever suits you” he tells you as he sets his exercise mat in the living room.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your shirt?”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you” you would slap that smirk off his face if you could.

“Jaehyun!”

“I’m joking calm down, and no, I do that later on when I start getting really sweaty”

“Oh, well then carry on”

You decide to go on your phone so you don’t have to watching him and inflating his ego by having him reaping with something obnoxious like “take a picture so you can use it for later”

You were so preoccupied, scrolling through your social media and texting back and fourth with your friends. When you looked up you didn’t expect to see the imprint of his cock in his grey sweats. Yes, Jaehyun was big, very very big, but you never thought it was to the point where you could very clearly see the imprint of him in his sweats—and his sweats are nowhere near being tight fitting, so it’s definitely taking you by surprise.

You were in a trance—watching him lift weights, the way the veins in his hands popped out had you swallowing. He could easily manhandle you however he wanted. You couldn’t stop staring at his crotch.

Jaehyun’s grunts are what bring you back to earth.

You decide to get up and leave before you do something stupid.

You weren’t aware, but Jaehyun knew you were staring. And yes, it did inflate his ego, which is not what you wanted.

You left Jaehyun alone to help your best friend with her wedding. You didn’t think you would enjoy it at first—expecting it to be boring and drag on a long time and praying for it to end, but you were actually having a really fun time. You liked helping her pick out what kind of flowers to have, what kind of dress she would like to have for the braidsmaids, and you were especially excited for the cake tasting.

“So Y/N, how have you and Jaehyun been doing?”

Her question took you by big surprise. She obviously is aware about what you have going on with your so called hot roommate Jaehyun who you now have a friends with benefits relationship with—she’s the one who suggested him be your roommate.

“We’re good, still living together”

“Still fucking?”

“Umm, not as much anymore”

“Not as much? What? Were you doing it every day”

“Not everyday, don’t be insane. Three times a week at the most” you would definitely do it everyday with him, heck even he has suggested to do it everyday, but you don’t have the kind of stamina that he has.

“Have you made a move?”

“I don’t like him”

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, it’s very obvious there’s some feelings there. I’m your best friend you can’t hide things from me” Of course you should’ve known that you can’t keep anything from her. The amount of times she has figured things out without you even telling her.

“Well if nothings going on, is he seeing someone?”

“Why would he be seeing someone?”

“Because you two aren’t dating? If you don’t make a move on him someone else will” you hate that the thought of him seeing someone had you not only upset but also jealous, wanting to fight whoever she is—wait she doesn’t even exist. You’re going crazy, he’s making you crazy.

“Can we talk about something else besides my lack of a love life” she smiles teasingly at you, almost in an evil way, knowing she hit a nerve with the question of him being with someone that’s not you.

“It wouldn’t be lacking if you stopped being stubborn, but fine. So, did you like the marble cake or the chocolate champagne more?”

You’re currently in the kitchen doing dishes. Today is your turn to do the dishes but you actually don’t mind it, you find it calming and relaxing. The room is very quiet considering Jaehyun isn’t there to bother you every 5 minutes by poking your cheeks to tell you he’s bored and to pay attention to him. Of course peace and quiet doesn’t last long living with Jung Jaehyun, as he soon steps into the kitchen wearing just a towel- wait, he’s wearing just a towel!

“Why are you wearing just a towel?!” You squeak as you cover your eyes with the lose towel hanging off a chair.

“I just took a shower” you felt Jaehyun’s presence, assuring you that he’s now behind you. “And why are you covering your eyes, you’ve seen me naked already”

“Jaehyun, that gross”

“That’s not what you usually say when I’m plowing you into my bed”

“Jaehyun I will kill you”

“Okay I’ll stop teasing you, for now. Do we still have the ice cream cake from Jeno’s birthday”

“That was over a month ago”

“Food is food” he’s staring at you wanting for you to answer his question.

“Gross, it’s in the freezer”

He hurries to the freezer, eager to have something sweet in his mouth. Of course he would prefer if it was you, but he’ll take what he can get.

“Are you sure you should be eating it?”

“Mind your business” he playfully snaps at you.

“If you need to go to the doctor because of it I’m not taking you” rolling his eyes in fake annoyance, he dives right into the last bit of cake there’s left.

You go back to washing the last few dishes there are left, not sparing Jaehyun a glance.

When you finally finish you’re relieved, excited to have one thing from your to do list done.

You notice Jaehyun in his own world, living his best life with the Oreo ice cream cake.

He licks the frosting off from his fingers, the veins in his hand popping out and having you feeling a type of way. You swallow, the sexual frustration getting the best of you as you imagine what his fingers could be doing. And it doesn’t help that he’s still in just a towel. You swear he’s doing it on purpose.

“Enjoying the show?” Jaehyun’s voice bring you back, seeing the way his eyes have darkened with lust now.

“N-No I’m fine” your voice shakes. Damn it.

“I don’t think you are” he walks towards you until he’s towering over you.

“You don’t know anything”

“No, but I do know you would love it if my fingers were licking someone sweeter that isn’t frosting, is that right? Or would you prefer is they were somewhere else? Somewhere that’s probably soaking wet?” He pulls your bottom lip with his thumb, making you suck on him. The way your tongue circles around him has him getting instantly hard. The eye contact you two told has your legs almost shaking.

You finally come to your senses, taking his fingers out of you mouth and running to your bedroom, painfully horny.

When you lay on your bed, you don’t waste much time you shove your fingers inside of you, wishing and imagination that it was Jaehyun’s fingers instead of yours. You quickly pump your fingers in and out, closing your eyes and picturing Jaehyun on top of you, enjoying the sight of your moans escaping your lips as he gets you off with just his fingers. Your trying your best to keep your moans low, feeling your climax about to wash over you. A few more pumps is all it takes to have your body shaking, your climax hitting you like a waterfall.

You didn’t check to make sure the door was all the way shut, making Jaehyun see and hear everything.

The sight of you getting yourself off with your fingers has him painfully hard. Jaehyun has to shower again, but this time not because he’s dirty or anything.

Jaehyun wraps his hand around his hard and angry cock, pumping up and down rapidly to reach his high. Is he ashamed to be getting off to the sight of his incredibly hot roommate? No, and it’s also not the first time, nor does he think it will be the last. He twists his hand to get off quickly, not wanting you to find out he showered again after already taking one not even two hours ago and questioning him.

You’re so fucking hot it makes him horny.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he gasps as the cold water hits his body. He pumps faster, his vision getting blurry as he releases onto the shower floor, the water washing it away and down the drain. He’s breathing heavily, acting like he actually just had sex. Now he actually does have to clean himself.

“Noooo” you whine to Jaehyun as he’s in the middle of picking out a movie to watch for movie night. “I don’t wanna watch a horror movie.”

“Why not? We watched one last week and you weren’t whining about it then”

“The ones you pick out are disturbing”

“Fine” he decides to play an action movie instead. “You’re such a baby”

“I hate you”

“Not what you were saying a few weeks ago”

“Just pick a movie” you leave him to make a bag of popcorn. When you come back he’s already sat on the couch, sitting there looking so cute and comfortable with his big grey hoodie and cheeks looking a lot like soft bread.

You remember the conversation you had with your best friend.

“What are you doing?” Jaehyun asks you when you sit on the other side of the couch away from him instead of making yourself comfortable in his arms like you usually do.

“I’m sitting down?”

“Nooo” he does grabby hands at you. “Come cuddle with me like you always do”

“And I’m the baby?”

“Just shut up and cuddle me” he pulls you into his side, laying his head on your shoulder and wrapping his hands around you.

You both really enjoyed the movie, Jaehyun occasionally making snarks remarks at the screen, but it’s not something new to you.

The movie finally ends, the ending credits rolling when he gets a call. He excuses himself to go to his room.

You figure you should clean up so you can head to bed and sleep. You’re walking past Jaehyun’s bedroom heading to yours when you pause, you don’t know what possessed you to listen in on his conversation, but you did.

“Are you going to make a move on her” you hear Johnny’s voice through the small gap in the door.

“I don’t know, I don’t even think she feels the same way” Jaehyun is sitting on his bed, rubbing his face in frustration. Whoever this girl is she must be special for him to be doing that. He’s usually someone who is good at hiding when he’s upset or frustrated.

“You’ll never know unless you tell her”

“Okay I will, soon”

Johnny’s loud sigh can be heard.

“I give up on you”

“How the hell are you sexually frustrated?” You’re on a video call with Mark. You all tell him everything, and when you first told him about the friends with benefits thing you started with Jaehyun, he wasn’t too happy about it, as you’re someone who easily catches feelings—remembering all the times you had fallen for someone new. It would be at the simplest gesture, like holding the door open for you or picking up your pen that fell on the floor.

“I just am. I haven’t done it with anyone in two weeks”

“Oh poor you” he’s mocking you, and you want to smack him in the face. “also, don’t you and Jaehyun have a thing going on?”

“Yeah- well we did”

“You did?”

“I overheard him talking with Johnny about having a crush and having feelings for this girl”

“Oh damn”

“Yeah, I just don’t wanna get in the way of that”

Mark isn’t able get anything out before you hear a knock at your door.

“Can we talk” Jaehyun’s voice is heard through the closed door.

“Oh, sure” you yell out to Jaehyun while hurrying to fix your hair. “Bye Mark”

“You’re hanging up on me? What happened to bros before hoe-“ you don’t let Mark finish his sentence.

“Come in” Jaehyun opens your door, and sits next to you on the bed.

“I wanted to walk to you about our relationship”

“I want to talk to you about that too. We should stop”

“What? Why?” He scared at you confused, wondering why you would want to stop something that was going so well—or so he thought.

“I know you like someone”

“You found out”

“Yeah. It was good while it lasted, but I don’t wanna get in the way of you and this girl-“

“Wait you really don’t know? You’re not just acting dumb to tease me?”

“Know what?”

“You’re the girl I like”

“Oh-OH!” You’re taken by complete shock. You never thought that someone like Jaehyun, who is so attractive and popular, would like someone like you. You thought the most you would have with him is sleeping together.

You both stare at each other before leaning in, your lips colliding. Your lips tangle with each other, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

Jaehyun pulls away to kiss your neck, sucking and leaving mark’s on your skin.

“I’m going to make you feel like the most precious thing in the world” He starts kissing you again, pushing you down onto the bed and crawling on top of you. It doesn’t take long you you both to be naked. His gaze was dark and filled with lust. He rubs his tip up and down your slit before sinking into you. He gives you time to adjust before thrusting his hips repeatedly into you. The feeling this time is very different from all the others—usually it’s loveless and fast, eager to get each other to finish. But this time it’s full of love. He watches his cock go in and out of your pussy, the sight of you taking him making him even harder.

He thrusts into you harshly, sexually frustrated from you both not doing it for two weeks.

“Such a good girl for me” You clench around him as he ruts his cock into you. Jaehyun is smug, fueled by the fact that only he can make you feel this way. Quiet moans leave his lips while laying kisses on your neck.

“Fuck, you fill me up so well” You moan into his ear as he continuously sinks into you. You feel so full as his cock hits you in all the right places. His cock leaves a bulge in your lower tummy, having him almost passing out from the pleasure. Every moan you let out got him closer and closer to his high.

You both feel each other about to finish, making you wrap your hands around his neck for support as his pace starts to get sloppy.

“You’re going to take everything I give you, okay? Come all over my cock” Your whimpers have both of you finishing at the same time, his load filling you to the brim.

His warm cum coats your walls as you come down from your high. He pulls out once he’s done, starting at himself leaking out out of you. He puts up his shirt from the floor to clean you up, your pussy still sensitive from the penetration he just gave you.

Once he’s done he pulls you into his side, smiling at you and having his dimples pop out. You both get comfortable into bed, happy and excited for the new life you have together.

[ruiniel]

Title: Enfold

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Relationships: Alucard/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades

Characters: Alucard, Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades

Additional Tags: Gratuitous Smut, Oral Sex, POV Trevor Belmont, Self-Indulgent, that's all it was really, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Smut, Compersion, post-season 2, Established relationship, Explicit Language, Some Silliness, more silliness, Threesome - F/M/M

Summary: Another older oneshot, in an AU somewhere. Playful plot, what plot? (see the tags for warnings and what to expect)

Also on AO3

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Sypha yawns, lying on the couch with her feet raised towards the fireplace, her head resting in Trevor’s lap. She’s looking up at him, amber flickers dancing restlessly in her eyes. She’s pouting, too, which, considering the reason, Trevor finds absolutely adorable. He ruffles her hair, feeling soft and pliant with the sticky, cracking sounds of spitting fire in his ear; he barely hears the scratching of quill on parchment.

“What?...” Trevor asks. He follows the direction of Sypha’s stare, to the heavy desk set in another corner of the room and the one sitting behind it.

Adrian is drowning in piles of vellum scrolls, his shadow climbing up the walls and dancing in the hearth light. He’s writing on a few loose sheets, brows knit in concentration; there’s a scroll or two fallen at his feet and he’s dutifully copying away, absorbed by what he’s doing, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, likely in that heightened state of concentration he sometimes delves into.

Sypha crosses her arms. Trevor’s never seen her so impatient — truth be told, sometimes he seems more in tune with Adrian’s quirks than she is, which is completely batshit as far as he’s concerned, but so it is; he won’t question it.

“Will you ever finish over there?...” Sypha asks, the long-winded stress she places on each syllable more proof of her restless state.

“I’m halfway through,” Adrian replies, still scrawling. “I’ve delayed long enough. I must finally put some order to these property accounts. Rumors spread fast, and you do not want Wallachian officials sniffing around the castle and the Hold, asking for proof of ownership.”

“It’s my land, Adrian,” says Trevor, but his heart isn’t in it. He’s too busy admiring the arch of Adrian’s raised eyebrow.

“It was your land, until your family and any descendants were excommunicated and stripped of all titles and possessions.”

Trevor sighs. It’s Adrian worrying about their future. Now, of all times. “Let them come,” he says, leaning back against the couch, but then feels a perverse need to be bored to death by papers. “Why don’t we deal with the rest of your work tomorrow? Together.”

Adrian shakes his head, then goes back to writing. Sypha groans, flinging her arms up close to Trevor’s nose as she throws Adrian a glance. “It’s your birthday, and you’re content to just… work the night away doing that?”

“My birthday,” he keeps scribbling, “is well after twelve o’clock tonight and I did not have what humans would consider a typical journey into adulthood, remember? Celebrating such a yearly event was not a custom taken up in my family besides.” He gives them both a quick look before dipping the quill in more ink.

To each their own. One of those things Trevor doesn’t understand but knows not to press on. “That doesn’t mean it can’t change?” he asks anyway. “... if you wanted to, I mean. To remember that time, with us.”

“Do you remember the moment of your birth, Trevor?”

Well, he’s fucking impossible tonight, isn’t he?

Sypha looks up at Trevor. Her eyes narrow, but — and this scares him sometimes, in a things-fluttering-violently-in-his stomach way — there’s an inkling of a plan forming there which is all good because, he’ll admit, he’s really on Sypha’s side with this one. They’re here, wrapped together and cuddling. Sypha’s only recently returned from her trip meeting with her Speaker folk and it’s been so long since they could just lie around and… be.

She cups Trevor’s face in her palms and rises, leaning close, bare legs straddling his lap. Her plump lips find his; Sypha tastes of linden tea with honey and Trevor eagerly nibbles at her softness because he’s missed her so much, arms winding around her and pressing close, and she’s owning him like some hungry creature he’s more than happy to yield to. Her hands are in his hair and pull just enough to cause that familiar, craved discomfort, blurring delight and pain together. They’re sinking into each other, into the cushions, kissing until they’re both flushed and panting, chest to chest, hips slotted together and Trevor pulls her head back to lick along the sensitive skin of her throat.

“Trevor…”

“Mmm?” His nose is pressed to the hollow of her neck. His name is soft on her tongue, the way he likes it.

“More…”

“I mean,” he huffs a breath, “Sure, but…”

“But… what?”

“I still can’t understand it, sometimes,” Trevor pursues, adding a wink to the mix.

“Understand what?” Sypha asks, a shifty glance Adrian’s way.

Trevor has been a wanderer for much of his life. Certain things come with that, the skill of reading people and intentions among them. He’s also been a downright fool, learned most of it the hard way. And he knows Sypha, knows Adrian, perhaps better than even himself sometimes. Now, Trevor’s on to this game; kind of missed it.  “... I don’t get you, wasting time here, when you could enjoy the finer things…”

Her head falls back in a breathy giggle, bubbling in the stillness. “The finer things…” 

“Yeah, you know,” Trevor squeezes the flesh of her thighs “… like Adrian.”

A snort, from the direction of the desk.

“Like calls to like,” Sypha coos. “After all, I am a little rough around the edges, like you, Trevor Belmont of Clan Belmont.”

“Why I…” Trevor sniffs and buries his nose in her chest, which is, gods, so soft. ‘‘‘Clan’ is a funny word to use for, you know… just me,” his fingers tap gently down her scarred shoulder, “but now that I think about it, we both have the finer things already, don’t we?”

“I’m right here, you know,” Adrian speaks, velvet rolling off his tongue,  “... and very much resenting being called a thing.” His voice is disaffected, but when Trevor looks at him for over two seconds, he sees it; the blush dusting his cheekbones even as he keeps copying notes with that frown. Trevor would laugh if he didn’t find it so… so…

Damn.

Sypha takes the cue, kisses Trevor’s brow and gains her feet, languidly crossing the space until she reaches Adrian’s desk. She steps around his chair, hands sliding on his shoulders from behind as she leans close to whisper in his ear. “Leave it.”

Adrian pauses, the quill tilting precariously in his grasp. “Sypha, really, I… I have to…” but his voice fades as Sypha’s deft hands slide along his arms, then knead at his shoulders, slowly massaging into him in that way she knows best, usually leaving Trevor mellow and boneless with relief.

Adrian’s pricklish manner visibly breaks down before this whimsical insistence, which is always endearing and fascinating to watch, not to mention Trevor finds it hotter than the forges of Hell. And he knows patience, the early years of his training having beaten it into him enough that he can muster it in most walks of life and so, he lies back to watch. Her slender, magic fingers have likely turned warm enough to help muscles unwind, working into knots of stress and Adrian’s eyes close even as the quill goes slack in his grip, tainting the page he’s been on with an errant line; it takes a moment, but Sypha reaches for it, placing the writing instrument carefully aside.

“Is this good enough?” she asks, but the look she throws Trevor makes it clear she knows it is.

Adrian’s head falls back against her with a long, barely audible sigh. “... mm-hm.”

Trevor grins. He can’t help but feel hot at the sight of that deepening flush on Adrian’s face as Sypha’s hands tease more soft sighs out of him, as she leans close enough to swipe her tongue over the shell of his ear, sucking on it until his frown is gone and he’s smiling with parted lips, and Trevor can’t seem to remember a time when he was uneasy about Adrian — back when he knew mostly dubious facts recorded in less than accurate bestiaries — because now all the hunter wants is to hold him and see that soft, yielding rapture changing his face; and, most importantly, Trevor wants to offer it.

Adrian slowly reaches and stills Sypha’s hands, his fingers sliding up her forearms, then twists at the waist and in a show of strength that should surprise no one but always makes Trevor’s mouth water, draws her easily into his lap.

They stare at each other, and Trevor can’t see her face, but Adrian looks drunk as Sypha kisses his nose, kisses the blush on each cheek, hands running up and down his chest before wrapping around his neck.

“You enjoy being this wicked, don’t you, Speaker…” his eyes are heavy-lidded, sleepier, and his stare holds that languor that usually means he’s in for anything.

Sypha gives an affirmative hum against his mouth and it’s always a sight, watching them go at it — not least because it’s just freaking amazing seeing Adrian unravel in this manner and it doesn’t take long for him to stand, Sypha still wound around him like a vine struggling from the depths to reach the sun. He crosses the chamber and falls with her onto the bed, and they giggle and grumble as Sypha latches herself to Adrian’s side; licking at his throat, his jaw, kissing him so desperately Trevor can’t tear his eyes away. He’s touching himself through his breeches — when did that happen — and watching Adrian reveal more of her while Sypha battles his fine shirt, scrambling to remove it as he chuckles. She’s flushed deep red, too, a hand to Adrian’s head pressed to her chest and he’s breathing her in, holding her tight while her hands roam ceaselessly over him.

“Fuck me, you two are beautiful,” Trevor blurts, trapped, a part of him unwilling to interrupt the sight even if he were to go without tonight.

Sypha smiles, eyes closing, and the sound of something tearing fills Trevor’s ears.

“Hey! That was my one good nightgown, beast!” she gripes, but she’s biting her lip at the scarlet of Adrian’s eyes and the ripped material in his hand, and Trevor freezes because, uh…

A stunning human lies half-naked beneath an immortal who’s all fangs and corded tension, watching her with ravishment in his eyes as he strips her bare and throws the unfortunate piece of clothing onto the floor. “I apologize,” he says in that typical Adrian way where you’re not sure if it’s truth or snark. “We’ll get you another.” He’s not apologizing, says the careless tug to his lips as he dives right back into her.

Trevor’s long freed himself, rubs a thumb over the head of his arousal, and watches Adrian go at Sypha’s flushed chest. He likes to play, and they found there’s a lot of fun to be had with Adrian even before anything actually happens. Sypha arches her back and sways against his mouth, laughing breathlessly when he glides lower across her body. She turns her head, catching the sight of her hunter on the couch watching them needily and tugging at himself like he’s about to bust through the ceiling.

“What will it be, Trevor?” she asks, way too smugly, but hey, the ‘plan’ worked.

Adrian, too, raises his head, lips and eyes red, his long hair tousled by Sypha’s seeking fingers, shining gold and amber in the firelight. His gaze flies to Trevor’s bared skin, then meets the hunter’s eyes.

“What do you want?” Trevor asks, jerking his chin towards Adrian, and his heart is doing somersaults, a renewed pressure building in his chest, trickling to his abdomen and snuck hot between his legs; it strikes closer to pain than pleasure, and even as he thinks — a losing fight — it feels strange and empty to imagine a life without Adrian, without his honest heart and steadfast spirit, his habits and reclusive tendencies, without his hyper-fixated knowledge binges and his beauty bordering on unreality; without the way he fills the room with his presence wherever he is, despite being so quiet and withdrawn. “Adrian?”

Sypha’s risen and coiled her arms around him, nipping at his skin, his collarbone as Adrian holds her to him. “I want…”

“You two are hopeless,” Sypha’s hand slides down his abdomen, fingers toying with the waist belt of Adrian’s too-tight trousers and she makes quick work of releasing him, takes him in hand.

Adrian growls, eyes flaring that much redder; his head falls back. Trevor gapes at his face, the pinch of his brows, his parted lips as Sypha holds on to him and hoists herself up, arms around his neck until they’re nose to nose.

“I’m so glad you reconsidered tonight,” she pecks the corners of his lips, her hand seeking again along his thigh.

Adrian stiffens, crushing a sharp breath against her mouth. “Vixen.”

“Stubborn,” she teases back, and he snarl-smiles at her, breaking free to remove his trousers.

Trevor watches her mouthing at Adrian’s chin, his throat, how she enjoys it, how they sway together, and he can see they missed each other by Adrian’s sighs that only make Trevor go faster on himself. Sypha breaks the kiss, looking his way.

“Trevor… you’ve been slouching there long enough. Come here… please?”

She smiles; Adrian moans again, hips grinding into her hand. He looks at Trevor, saying not a word. His eyes are glazed and flare deep scarlet now, which is always a little eerie, but with Adrian, the peculiarity was always this: there was never any malice to him. Beyond being the most aggravating smartass Trevor’s ever known and the world’s biggest sulk (after Trevor himself, same hat really), he’s also fiercely loyal, playful and tender and so hungry for them, a taste of the netherworld Trevor Belmont never thought in all his years he’d crave.

Adrian’s ruby-red eyes are still on him as he extends an arm, palm upturned in invitation, and Trevor can but stand, walking to the bed and joining them on his palms and knees. He watches them, Adrian’s face peppered by Sypha’s kisses, and they eagerly wind themselves around him, enfolding him in the tightest embrace. “Come on,” Trevor presses a palm to Adrian’s hard chest, over a fast-thundering heart, tries leading him down on his back; meets resistance.

“No,” Adrian says, voice low and eyes glimmering. He gazes briefly at Sypha, then pushes Trevor down before he can throw hands in protest — which only makes him hotter for more, really — and they both make quick work of his clothes until he lies there, skin and scars bared for them. It’s this, this display of vulnerability and trust that took so long to build. It was the most arduous part of it all, at the beginning: letting go. But Trevor allows himself to enjoy their hands now as they feel along his body, the pressure of Sypha’s smaller, warm ones, followed by Adrian’s heavier, lingering touch.

Sypha’s mouth finds his, and in between it all, “Hey, hey…” Trevor severs the kiss when he feels Adrian’s tentative grip on him, “As I said, it’s your... er... day, tonight.”

Adrian rolls his eyes, hugging up close to nip at Trevor’s jaw. “That makes no sense, Trevor,” the feel of his lips and his breath on Trevor’s skin send an arc of static down his spine, budding into small prickings of pleasure.

“He’s right,” Sypha smooths a hand through Adrian’s disheveled hair, pooling over Trevor’s arm and shoulder. “It’s you tonight,” and she reaches across Trevor to kiss Adrian again, sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

Adrian’s smiling, hand already down and stroking until Trevor has to keep down a moan — and fails spectacularly; the bastard knows how to move and does it well, knows what the hunter likes, finger and thumb rubbing at him with just the right pressure and every tug and flick is deliberate, more than either of them can bear for too long.

“If you insist,” Adrian says, “it is my birthday,” he drawls, so nonchalant and still somehow dripping smartassery with his cock hard and out at attention, “and this is what I want.” He rises, turns, and his hands hook suddenly beneath Trevor’s knees, pulling him closer.

Okay. “Uh…” Trevor goes, and that’s as eloquent as he can be, considering.

Sypha chews her lip, watching them with wildfire in her eyes, moving to support Trevor’s head in her lap. Her hands roam down his chest from above, her gaze intent on Adrian. “I know that look,” she says.

It’s Adrian pressed to him, it’s Adrian leaning over him and licking at his chest, biting at his nipples until he cries out — Adrian’s mouth all over his skin, licking and nosing at the tuft of hair arrowing down to his groin; Adrian’s tongue—

“Oh- fuck !” Trevor lifts his hips off the bed, one trembling hand reaching and catching purchase in Adrian’s hair. He’s still cradled and squirming in Sypha’s naked lap, turning his head to lick at her thigh, to breathe in her scent; they both watch Adrian slowly enjoying Trevor, eyes smiling as he hollows out his cheeks and sucks with the most mind-bending hot swirls of the tongue, and soon both Trevor’s hands are digging through his hair and he loves Adrian so freaking much and wants to-to-to—

“I won’t… I won’t last… like this,” he stammers. He can but moan again when Adrian’s laughter tickles the head of his cock, in tune with a smack-worthy glance of those stunning red eyes.

“Softly, Adrian,” Sypha murmurs, her hands roaming down the jerking muscles in Trevor’s torso.

Adrian gives another long suckle that has Trevor seeing blasts of crumbling stars, then his dick is free — sad but somewhat relieved — and Adrian rises to kiss Sypha above Trevor’s head. “Then perhaps you need something else, now,” he breathes, already reaching for Sypha, who giggles and kicks in vain even as she ends up on her back, pinned down with Adrian’s hand splayed over her hip.

“What are…” Trevor speaks, dazed, but goes with it, with Adrian's hand in his hair dragging and guiding him between Sypha’s legs. He moves Trevor’s face into Sypha and he so eagerly breathes in and presses his mouth to her, feels her shivering, the delicious slide of her legs over his shoulders. He licks his lips then purses them over her slit, looks up to see her head tilted to one side, eyes shut and mouth falling open. Her warm thighs hug his ears as he works her with quick sweeps and flutters, as he flattens his tongue over her clit and plays until she fidgets and cants her hips up for more. He loves her taste, always had, loves to feel owned by them when they’re around and inside him, when he’s marked with them all over; so Trevor gives her everything as he always does, kisses and sucks on her until she cries his name, and then her chin is in Adrian’s grasp, and Trevor rises swiftly because he just wants her so much it’s going to kill him.

“Sypha…” he crawls over her, wanting to feel every inch of her under him and as Sypha welcomes him, Trevor sees Adrian moving around them then out of sight, and the bed sways as he leaves; but Trevor’s taken by Sypha’s changing expression as he enters her, the way her teeth catch on her lip and her eyes shine. He moves slowly though she’s wet enough to take him, careful until they build a pace together and his arms slide beneath her, holding her close so he can feel her chest against his, so he can go as deep as she can take him and Trevor barely feels a strong hand running up his back, drifting down to the swell of his ass.

“Decided to join us?” he asks, turning his head briefly as Sypha kisses his jaw.

“Don’t stop,” comes Adrian’s voice, soft as ever, and he's undoing a small bottle with oil. But Trevor can tell that edge to it by now, like he’s biting into the word endings.

And he heeds the soft command, moving to Sypha’s sighs even as one long finger delves into him, slow and careful. Another finger, and he’s groaning against Sypha’s cheek, and so he starts moving to Adrian’s hand with Sypha’s hot breath fanning his lips, and then comes another finger and she’s so tight he can’t—

“Wait, wait,” Trevor says, rising on his arms. Adrian removes his fingers after a while, and Trevor feels the tip of something hard and warm, prodding at him. He shifts to make it easier, and looks down at Sypha, leaning to kiss her as Adrian moves behind him, as Adrian breaches him; Trevor reaches to drag his hand along a hard thigh, wincing at the burning, stretching sensation and moaning from the soft, wet warmth wrapped around his cock.

They stop for a moment, slowing until Trevor grits his teeth as his ass comes pressed to Adrian’s hips. He feels Adrian’s weight tipping forward and they lie there, sinking into each other. It’s good, too good, too fucking good it’s maddening and he’ll go insane—

“Move,” Trevor tries, choked. He doesn’t need to ask twice as Adrian starts doing just that, and Trevor thrusts into Sypha to that same rhythm, and this is always too much but he loves being trapped between them, drowning in the feel and taste and scent of them and so he goes faster, hears Adrian’s ragged sighs, feels him flexing and buried inside Trevor he hits all the right spots leaving him delirious with mind-bending pleasure over and over and over; this doesn’t seem like such a bright idea after all, because he doesn’t think he’ll last like this either. When Adrian leans down to kiss Sypha over his shoulder, it forces them closer; Trevor sucks air between his teeth, lies there listening to their kiss, struggling with the breaths in his chest.

A hand grips his jaw and Trevor’s eyes roll back because fuck he’s so deep—

“You’re just—” his words fall from his mouth in gasps, and Sypha has her arms around both of them, pulling them into her.

“Just, what?” asks Adrian, softly, licking at Trevor’s ear, still holding him by the jaw. He's slowed down but Trevor can feel the hitch in his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against his back. 

“… being cruel, here,” Trevor squirms, pushing against Adrian, who only snarls in his ear and grins against his cheek.

“Am I?”

“Why, you…” he curses as Adrian holds him fast, but-but-but this is also what he’s here for, now if only Adrian could go—

“F-faster…” Sypha keens beneath Trevor, her hands desperately running over his sides, and Adrian behind him seems to have lost it at that when Trevor feels the merciless clutch of long fingers in his hair, Adrian’s other hand hard on his hip as he pummels them to oblivion.

And Sypha’s nails rake at his arms, Adrian’s teeth are at his neck, grazing just enough to pinch the skin; he’s theirs and they’re his and it’s the tightened, renewed pulsing around his cock and Sypha’s gasps that send Trevor spiraling into a daze as his arms give way and he ends up lying there, sheathed inside her, his face buried in her hot skin and whining like a wanton.

“Up,” Adrian pants, and Trevor barely hears it but something about that tone goes straight to his balls; he feels clawed hands on him, lifting him and he’s out of Sypha with a groan, brought ass up, face pushed down against the sheets. Okay, this is… this…

He doesn’t get to finish that thought with Adrian upon him, so Trevor just lies there, lies there and takes those increasingly erratic thrusts of hip, and when Adrian’s hand reaches to wrap around him that does it, he falls apart, his vision blurring and splintering as it all builds and crests until his balance sways and his grunts become shameless cries muffled into their bed. He’s hot and molten and fucking melting and his last view is of Sypha, sprawled before them limned in golden firelight, her satisfied, dripping cunt in full view. Trevor wants to lick at her again, and so he tries dragging her towards him while Adrian’s still jerking him off and doesn’t stop moving and then—

He loves them. He loves them so much that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if they disappeared from his life.

“... Trevor?”

Hands are on his face, familiar and warm. Trevor cracks open an eyelid. Adrian, Sypha. Right, they're here. Their faces are the first thing he sees; hair, tangled. Bodies, naked. Smiling. And something’s different, he shouldn’t be… should he? “Wha... you were… ” he raises a confused finger, “Weren’t we…” Trevor gives up. He glances at himself, apparently on his back, on the bed.

Adrian gazes down at him, his palm cupping Trevor’s cheek. His eyes still gleam fading crimson but his features are soft, as is his touch. “You seem to have…”

“Faded out on us, at the end there?” Sypha appears closer, her hair like chaotic little flames. “I had to push you off me.”

What. Trevor could laugh; his eyes narrow at Adrian. “Some warning next time before you fling me out of my earthly wits wouldn’t hurt,” he grumbles, nuzzling the inside of Adrian’s palm.

“No fun at all, that,” Adrian smirks, too full of himself as he bends to kiss Trevor on the forehead.

“I agree,” Sypha presses to Trevor’s side, silky and naked, a leg slung over him.

“Of course you would, sprite,” Trevor hugs her close while Adrian curls up to his other side, head resting on Trevor’s chest.

Trevor meets Sypha’s lazy nips, then turns to Adrian, biting and tugging at his lips. “I love you,” he tells that sleepy smile, cupping the back of Adrian’s head. “And, I guess… Happy Birthday?”