#I might make another s/i ask game I wanna answer about my guys

[great-tusk]

There is nothing like trying 10+ treatment options over literal years and still not getting any better.

[daandyli0n]

alright, so. because i've thought about this way too much:

how games/gameplay would be different in my Fnaf Rewrite

@that-darn-clown because i told you about this earlier

(also note: this is just an explanation of how the games would be different in this rewrite. any plot points that are mentioned won't be explained in too much detail; just enough context for something to make Some kind of sense.

however, if you Are curious about certain plot points...you can always send an ask :] aka Please Send Asks, I Wanna Ramble About This)

Fnaf 1:

mostly the same, but lore stuff is more...fleshed out? easier to understand? things are still vague, we aren't given all answers, but the main pieces are mostly in place at this point. main character(s)/protagonist(s) are different: Andrew Schmidt (Night 1-5) and Michael Afton (Night 6).

Phone Guy has a name and is a character: Alexander Afton. jokes around often with the nightguard, seems anxious and lost in thought often, seems to space out as he's reminded of...past events. dies on Night 4, with a heavy implication that he knows which of the spirits wants him dead so badly, before he's suddenly attacked and the call cuts out. another employee takes his place on Night 5, describing what became of him: he was found in the Backstage area, the top quarter of his head, the right side, bitten nearly clean off. his left eye in open wide in fear. what's more, they found "that old yellow bear thing" sitting nearby with its mouth bloody.

William is, in a way, referenced. while he goes by "Dave Miller" as a fake name, Alex will sometimes accidentally refer to the man as "dad" or "my father/dad." he is also described rather...suspiciously. as though he's hiding something. whenever he is brought up on the call, the newspaper easter eggs are activated. speaking of which:

Newspaper Easter Eggs!! first night - describes the disappearance of two young girls; Naomi Everest and Gabrielle Franklin-Martinez. second night - two more disappearances, this time of two young boys; Baker Fitzgerald and Felix Smith. (familiar last names, huh?) third night - one final disappearance, this time of another young boy; Kelsey Schmidt. however...it's not at a Freddy's, it's at "another local kid's pizza place." (wonder where That is?) fourth night - a newspaper article that appears to have been vandalized, showing a crying child's face drawn over a large portion of the actual article, obscuring many details. what is visible, however, tells us as follows: "Local Preteen Found Murdered Outside of Freddy's: The community was shaken today....the girl, Charlotte Emily....12 years old...appeared to be locked out...birthday party...found by her brother and father, as well as a family friend, Mic...fton.....loss has shocked the public, especially friends of the girl...The Father, [obscured] Emily, devastated, decided to close the pizzeria for the next week...give time to grieve...funeral will be held this weekend..."This is a shock to us all, and we will be doing our best to pick up the pieces and make sure this tragedy will never happen again." -Co-Founder, [obscured] Afton" fifth night - article describes how four of the bodies of the missing children were found, except for Kelsey's. article talks about how the pizzeria will close down in a few months after this, per the decision of the owner. we are told that while the restaurant might reopen someday, but there will be new management...he's passing the responsibilities onto another owner. the tragedies are starting to hit too close to home for him. we are told that the "tragedy" (MCI) took place three years previous to the article, and the article is dated in 1985. sixth night - not a newspaper article, but a paper simply repeating the phrase "YOUR FAULT" (believed to be a manifestation of Michael's guilt). this paper appears after the employee on the phone says "Listen...you haven't had an easy time in over a decade. You've gone through a lot of heartache, and this...horrible tragedy with your brother has probably dug up a lot of that pain for you all over again. We're terribly sorry for your loss, and I hope that things start getting easier for you. Genuinely." there is no newspaper article for the seventh night, as the seventh night isn't canon to this rewrite (there would still be a custom night, but there's no lore; just for the player to fuck around with).

motives given for why the two nightguards are here: Andrew blames himself for a currently unknown event (but is, at this point in the series, implied to be Kelsey's disappearance), and effectively has a death wish/is passively suicidal, probably hoping the animatronics will just kill him and get it over with (basically mentioned by Alex over the phone before his death, saying things along the lines of "L-Listen, I get it still hurts, that you feel like it was your fault, but we were all still kids back then! You were like, what, twelve?" and "T-Those things will kill you if they get in! You need to be careful, okay? ...Why did you go quiet? I, wait...that's...that's not your plan, is it?"). Michael is stated to be there until a replacement for Andrew's shift is found; turns out Andrew got promoted to the dayshift.

Golden Freddy/Fredbear is merely a hallucination, and is not an actual threat (can't kill the player). however, Fredbear will cause hallucinations to worsen in the office as long as he is in there, including causing the cameras to falsely flicker (basically making it appear as though the animatronics have moved when they haven't), so getting rid of him quickly is an important thing. you do this by quickly flipping the camera up and down; not lingering either time. lingering basically resets the process.

hallucinations are basically the same, with the addition of auditory hallucinations ("It's Me", "Save Us", "It Hurts", "I See You", etc) and the False (Camera) Flickers i mentioned earlier

all in all, not much is changed, but lore is slightly more fleshed out and the main pieces are in place, and there's some extra hallucinations.

Fnaf 2:

again, pretty similar to the original game, but with a few extra lore bits added in there. night guards are: Jeremy Fitzgerald (Nights 1-5), Michael Afton (Night 6), and Fritz Smith (Night 7; seventh night IS canon in this game).

Alex is still the Phone Guy, but he sounds...younger. he's more skittish, he stutters more often, and will beat around the bush when talking about rumors of what happened at the pizzeria a few months prior. he seems...more nervous, in general.

hallucinations!! we're bringing those back!! sometimes a missing child's poster will appear in the office, showing a different one depending on the guard that night (Jeremy will have Baker's missing poster show up in the office, Fritz will have Felix's. Michael won't have a missing poster show up; this time it will be the newspaper discussing Charlie's murder). the auditory hallucinations are back, now with extra sounds like "Save Them", "Help Them", and "They're Still Here", now said in a young girl's voice, whereas the others are more ambiguous. False Flickers are back!! sometimes, when the paper pal appears in the office, a missing poster for either Naomi or Kelsey appears.

the minigames are. a bit different now. while a lot of the death minigames stay the same, a few have some extra lore bits thrown in: with "Take Cake To The Children", the child standing in the upper left-hand corner (closest to the door, as we can guess) doesn't seem interested in the cake, having a straight face and never turning red. mid-murder, the boy suddenly seems curious, walking towards the door, as though he heard screaming. as Afton drives away and the boy (very likely Sammy, Charlie's brother) reaches the door, the Puppet (Marionn) jumpscares and the minigame ends. in "Foxy Go Go Go," two of the children stand out, seeming noticeably different; one has what seems to be a bunny headband, and the other has a reddish-orange striped shirt and appears to be frowning. during the second time in the minigame, the boy with the bunny headband is gone, but everything else is the same (not meant to imply that Baker was taken while watching Foxy; just meant to show he was taken before Felix). and during the third time, the boy in the striped shirt is gone, and Foxy starts walking noticeably slower, similarly to Freddy in the Cake Minigame once things start going wrong, before Withered Foxy jumpscares the player (showing that Felix possesses Foxy). "Save Them" and "Give Gifts, Give Life" are basically the same.

LORE MINIGAMES!! second night - you play as Jeremy with his brother, Baker, following close behind. you are told to "Go To The Arcade." upon getting there, Jeremy will stand in front of a game and, presumably, start playing. however, after several seconds of this, Baker will wander away a bit, only to be lured off by O'Hare (Springbonnie). Jeremy does not seem to notice this, and the minigame ends. third night - continuation of the previous night's minigame. Jeremy is now given the task "Find Your Brother." after exploring the building, he comes across the Backstage door before Withered Bonnie jumpscares the player (clearly meant to show that Baker possesses Bonnie), ending the minigame. fifth night - less a minigame and more of a cutscene, showing Jeremy sitting on a curb, presumably outside of Freddy's, crying into his hands as another person, presumably a friend of his (it's Michael, but the game would never explicitly say this), tries comforting him. sixth night - "Save Them" Minigame, but...different. you play as Fredbear, awakening in the Parts & Service room only with the goal "FIND HIM." as the player exits the room and explores, entering one of the Party Rooms shows Freddy lying on the ground, with Afton standing over him. Afton suddenly turns around to see Fredbear, and the text in the corner changes from "FIND HIM" to "FOUND HIM" for a split second before the minigame cuts out. seventh/custom night - you play as Fritz. Fritz is shown outside of a car with the text/task "Find Your Son." Fritz enters the building, entering Pirate Cove, he sees O'Hare leading Felix away. the task now changes: "Follow Them: Get Your Son." however, Fritz is blocked by the children crowding around in the hallways and rooms, and is eventually blocked off completely. the minigame cuts off after this point.

Jeremy is confirmed to be the Bite of '87 victim; mentioned in Night 6's newspaper, which also mentions the restaurant's closure.

everything else is just about the same; again, lore is just slightly more fleshed out during this game.

Fnaf 3:

again, mostly the same, with a few small changes. nightguards: Samuel "Sammy" Emily (Nights 1-5) and Michael Afton (Night 6).

Phone Dude!! we actually get more of him, plus a name: Daniel Scottson. we only get two training tapes during Night 2 and 3; one describing Springlock Suits and how to wear them safely, and another mentioning the suits being taken out of use due to "incidents." not...failures, but incidents. Phone Dude gets more worried throughout the nights, mostly about the new..."attraction." (our boy Springtrap) on Night 6, he basically does the Fnaf 2 thing of "Why are you there?!" Dan seems worried...hasn't Mike heard of the Hare? how...dangerous it is?

"Good Ending" minigames still require the player to "unlock" them, but will take place at the end of the night before the "regular" end-of-night minigames instead of happening right as the correct items are clicked and then resetting the night. the minigames also end showing which child was given cake via the masks the child wears: Mangle's was Felix, BB's was Gabi, Chica was Naomi, Fredbear's was Kelsey, and Shadow Bonnie's was Baker. upon getting to the "Happiest Day" Minigame, it is shown that there are seven children, and only one without a mask standing next to Kelsey. minigame ends as normal with this maskless, unknown child (Cassidy, but this wouldn't be revealed yet in the games) gaining a mask similar to Kelsey's and then ending with the masks falling and the balloons rising like the normal minigame. it is implied that Michael is assisting with these minigames after Sammy completes his shifts.

Regular End-of-Night Minigames: these are a bit different. the animatronics (or, the children possessing them) are lured using the things that lured the children the first time, with Wiliam luring them through the room entrances and exits: Gabi is lured using a cake, Baker sees O'Hare and decides to follow him again, Naomi is lured with what appears to be a dog (but is just a toy that can make noise), Felix is lured by William in a mask (he knew Afton had disguised himself, so he sees someone in a mask almost taunting him and of course decides to investigate). on the fifth night, an unknown child is leading another unknown child (Cassidy and Kelsey respectively) towards the back room where Afton is. the rest of the minigame continues as normal.

at the beginning of Night 6, it is confirmed that Sammy set the place on fire, but probably attempted to make it look like an accidental, electrical fire ("You know what to do, right, Mike?" "Yep. Loud and clear, Sammy." "I've got the matches ready. Keep him distracted, and then run out the door as soon as that clock strikes 6. If this doesn't work...Christ, not sure what to do at that point...*sigh*...Hope you're free now, Charlie...")

Fnaf 4:

quite a bit different, but has the general format of being based off of dreams that someone is having. Protagonist: Michael Afton during some point between 1994-2000. the exact timeline placement isn't clear. perhaps it doesn't need to be; the "nights" are just nightmares that give some idea of what Michael's mental state is like

end-of-night minigames are relatively the same, just with a few differences: we are given names (CC is Cassidy, Michael is the person speaking to us through the Fredbear plush, and Alex is Foxybro), Elizabeth is shown to not be around anymore, with Michael not mentioning much about her besides the information "It's been a year...", the minigame where Cassidy is trapped in the back room has extra dialogue from an unknown character in faint yellow text saying "Shh....I'm here. It's okay.." (this is Kelsey) and has a scene at the end where Michael comes in and and tries to comfort Cassidy while yelling "Alex, what the hell is your problem-?!", etc. smaller things, but y'know. Lore

each night takes place in Michael's nightmares, representing different periods in his life.

first night - represents Michael's childhood post-Cassidy's birth/Mom's death. the closest to original Fnaf 4. animatronics are grotesque and terrifying, resembling the original Fnaf 4 animatronics, and include: The OG 4 (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy), Fredbear, O'Hare, Harriet (basically Circus Baby, but Hare), Blackjack (basically Lolbit), and Marionn (reminder; the Puppet). gameplay includes running and hiding from the animatronics. while all animatronics seem to terrify him, oddly enough...the animatronics that are Henry's creations (all except for O'Hare, Harriet, and Blackjack) seem to try and "comfort" him in some way ("Come on, Matey! Don't be so scared! A little adventure never hurt anyone!" "Come one, Kiddo! I just wanna give you a cupcake, sweetie! Wouldn't that cheer you up?" "What's the matter, scared of the dark? Come over here, I'll play ya a song, Kid. That'll calm yer nerves a bit, right?" "Do you want a gift? Gifts make people happy, right..?") (Lines are said by Foxy, Chica, Freddy, and Marionn respectively), whereas William's creations mock and taunt him for being scared and running. while not a noticeable detail, it would certainly give some perspective on how Mike viewed Henry and William, if a bit subtly.

second night - a mix of three incidents: Liz's accidental death, Charlie's murder, and the MCI. Michael hides in the building from "O'Hare," in a similar structure to the Ballora Gallery section of Sister Location (if the sounds come close by, hide/stay still). going near animatronics causes them to make noise and move, potentially alerting O'Hare if he's close enough. all of the animatronics seem to be leaking blood or have bloody spots, and Marionn can be activated by approaching the window, where they will jump up at the window and scare Michael from outside, playing "Pop! goes the Weasel." while Michael can approach the Backstage room, there is blood coming from under the door, and Mike seems to shake the closer he gets to the room. he will refuse to enter. there is the constant, faint sound of a young girl screaming in the background. no matter where Michael goes, the sound never gets any louder or any quieter.

third night - Michael is in a dark, abandoned hospital. looking at signs around the place, he seems to specifically be in the ICU. this type of memory seems to effectively come out of nowhere; the only knowledge we have of Michael potentially being in a hospital in the past is the fact that his mother died in childbirth (something i feel the minigames would briefly mention). so...this memory can't be of his mother's death; she wouldn't have been in the ICU. he is chased around by the OG Four, who have empty eyes. the only sounds any of them make are laughter and the phrase "Your Fault." but...Foxy has more lines; "Coward," "People-Pleaser," "Give Him A Kiss!" and, most notably, "Our Fault." there is a specific room that Michael refuses to enter to hide in. when prompted, we are simply greeted with the response: "You don't want to go in there. You're afraid of what you'll see when you open that door."

fourth night - seems to be based around the events of Fnaf 2. there are balloons floating around the building, obscuring any possible threats. Mangle is almost impossible to really hide from; crawling on the ceiling means they can see wherever Michael is, regardless of the balloons, meaning that once they approach, Michael can only really hide under tables to get away from them. sometimes, he sees IVs and hears a heart monitor beeping in the background (Bite of '87 Aftermath; Mike witnessed Jeremy get bitten).

fifth night - this is basically just Fnaf 1 but with Dream Logic and hide and seek. that is all.

sixth night - Michael is trapped in what seems to be a Parts & Service room. there are the sounds of a bustling party, but, more notably, the sounds of a screaming child is in the background. the door to the room suddenly opens after several seconds of this, and all of the sounds stop. the building is dark. Fredbear is up on stage, frozen in time, blood covering his mouth and teeth. he has a spotlight on him and in front of him. the one in front shines on four abandoned masks, the Foxy one bloody, and a bloody Fredbear Plush. Michael approaches Fredbear, the suit seeming to constantly let out the words "Your Fault," and upon picking up the plushie, the room goes dark and silent, and Michael pulls out a flashlight. from this point onwards, the player must find keys to leave the diner while warding off Nightmare, who is almost relentless. exiting the diner completes the night.

Sixth Night Minigame Cutscene: this shows a different minigame from the original game. Cassidy is shown to be in a dimly lit party room. there is a heartbeat monitor in the background. there are other kids around in the background, but Cassidy is shown sitting on the ground up front, with Charlie standing next to him. they start talking, and it sounds like Cassidy wants to help free the souls, with Charlie telling him that he doesn't have to if he thinks it will be difficult. they hear a voice (Alex) apologizing to Cassidy, as well as Michael begging Cass to wake up and not die, and Charlie promises that she and the other children are still Cass' friends, and that she's still there. Cassidy wakes up in the hospital, with his father and siblings there. everyone is overjoyed that he's awake again, but Cass stares at his father, narrowing his eyes at him before the minigame fades.

seventh night - this one isn't a dream...it's a memory. you walk through the woods, brambles cutting up your legs, sounds of nature accidentally scaring you. there aren't any true threats here, just tension as you walk through the woods. you come across a clearing, walking towards a makeshift grave. there are poppy flowers laid on top, and a small stone acting as a gravestone. Michael will sit nearby the grave once you get close enough, and will stare at the grave for several seconds before the screen goes black...and a minigame cutscene starts.

Seventh Night Minigame Cutscene: Cassidy is shown sitting beside the grave, staring down at the Earth. Charlie walks up to him and takes his hand, leading him away through the woods. they are both translucent. as they walk, Charlie looks down at him, saying "Don't worry, Cassy...we'll make him pay-" He cuts her off; "No. I'll make him pay." Charlie goes quiet for a second before saying "Well...in any case..." The screen fades out, showing Fredbear in the Backstage area of Freddy's. Charlie finishes her sentence: "I will put you back together." Fredbear "wakes up" (eyes now have white pupils) and the minigame ends suddenly.

and there's the ending to the game.

Fnaf Sister Location:

hoo boy, this is where the gameplay REALLY changes here. like a LOT. this is practically a different game. Michael is, of course, our protagonist.

takes place in the now abandoned Fredbear's Family Diner: Fredbear and O'Hare (now Springtrap) were moved back to the building after Freddy's closed (the current Fazbear Entertainment CEO just chose to ignore the WHOLE ROTTING CORPSE IN THERE because they've gotten bad at this point).

sort of in the same "format" of OG Sister Location: you have to complete tasks to complete the night.

imagine BUNNYFARM from the Walten Files but Sister Location edition and not a video game.

Family Reunion!! :D (< this is NOT a good thing)

Blackjack is an animatronic fox and is effectively Lolbit. y'know Showbear from The Walten Files? Blackjack is Showbear and Michael is Sophie, to give y'all an idea of the dynamic here.

Blackjack works as Michael's guide throughout the nights, as well as the one who reminds Michael of his past (of which he has repressed HEAVILY. for understandable reasons).

each night ends with a minigame cutscene from Michael's past, typically being the one that BJ tries to help him remember throughout his shift that night.

Night Four is interesting, though: this time, instead of Michael uncovering a memory, it's Cassidy telling him what had happened the night he died: William had strangled him to death in his sleep because...well, to put it one way, he knew too much. Michael and the others had been told that Cassidy had simply died unexpectedly in his sleep.

Night Five is supposed to be Michael's last day. he doesn't know how much more of this he can take, as well as the fact his father's still in the building with him. his final task before quitting is simple: clean up the mess in the Dining Room. put the tables and chairs back. a simple task...were it not for the fact one of the tables (with several chairs stacked on top of it) is basically the one bit of protection from his (now INCREDIBLY unhinged) father. but...it is part of his duties for the night. he literally moves Every Other Chair And Table first. like. He Does Not Want To Potentially Put Himself In Danger Because He Has No Idea What Might Happen If He Unblocks That Door. nobody is giving him advice on what to do here: Cass, Liz, and BJ are being uncharacteristically quiet tonight. he doesn't know what to do. like in the actual Sister Location, there are two endings depending on what Michael does:

Moving The Table And Chairs Back: Michael decides to move the table back, praying for the best. he shakes the whole time, trying to act fast. for a few moments, everything seems fine. Mike laughs; he was just being a bit paranoid, maybe his father wasn't even aware he was here. and then he hears the door open, and the voice of his father coming from behind it. i feel like the ending would cut here, only to pick up in Michael's bathroom. he's breathing quickly, clearly panicked. Jeremy knocks on the door, asking if he's alright, and Mike rolls his sleeve down to reveal a really bad scratch on his arm. (this would be considered the "Real Ending")

Not Doing Anything And Leaving Instead: Michael decides to leave the door to the Back Room blocked, and instead decides to tell his siblings goodbye. he tells them that he'll free them, even if doing so could kill him. with that, he leaves. there is no scene after this point. (this would be considered the "Fake Ending")

there is a sixth night that i can best describe as Playing Hide And Seek With Springtrap. you play as an unnamed employee who was tasked with finishing Michael's work, considering he clearly hasn't, as the table is still against the Back Room door, just slightly moved out of the way (showing that this takes place post-Real Ending). the employee has to hide in the building while accomplishing their goal- moving the table and chairs back -while also Not Dying. at the end, we are gifted a monologue from Michael to his father that is similar to the one from the OG Sister Location (basically saying "Hey Dad, What The Fuck, I'm Gonna Come Back For You," y'know?)

there's the game, basically! Michael doesn't die!! he's alive!! more traumatized now, but alive!!

Fnaf 6/Pizzeria Simulator:

almost identical, really. with a few changes like with the Lore Arcade Games (slightly different due to lore changes: specifically due to Midnight Motorist Shit; it basically got split into two different games, one that fit the Aftons and one that fit the Schmidts). once again: Michael's the protag.

so!! Arcade Games:

Fruity Maze: the same, but less gruesome. during the second go-around of the game, some of the fruit will still appear to be dogs, but the girl in the screen (Naomi) will appear more surprised than sad. same thing happens the third time, and instead of Afton luring the girl away with the promise of taking her to her dead dog, he instead promises to give her a puppy, if she follows him. the game ends.

Security Puppet: the same, but with a small section at the end where two people, one with orange text and another with red (Sammy and Michael), seem to be talking with each other, searching for "her", only to seemingly come across Charlie's body. they both go quiet. the screen goes dark, and text comes across the screen: "...Wait, is that-?" "...Charlie..?" the game ends.

Midnight Motorist: follows Afton. game is the same, just without the implications of Afton being drunk (in the rewrite, Afton was never an alcoholic). he returns home the night after he kills Charlie, where he is confronted by the rest of his family. he seems to be trying to act natural after what happened, and trying to find Michael, who we learn was upset that he couldn't go to Charlie and Sammy's party earlier after William "mysteriously" wouldn't take him or Cassidy, who also seemed disappointed. after finding Mike's bedroom door locked, he seems to get slightly worried; Mike almost never locks his door. he goes to Michael's bedroom window outside, discovering that it's open and that Mike isn't in the room. William simply comments that he knows where his son has probably gone, and the game ends.

Bear Race: this is basically the other half of the Midnight Motorist, but showing a drunk, potentially physically abusive parent; this follows Mr. Schmidt, Andrew and Kelsey's father. the "normal section" of the game has you playing as a blonde-colored Freddy (not Fredbear; looks closer to a pixelated version of Fnaf 1 Golden Freddy, but paler) racing against two other Freddys for several laps through the woods...until your character reaches a cabin. the minigame suddenly shifts; you're now a man with light blonde hair, moving slowly through a small, almost empty house. a woman sits nearby on a couch. approaching her gives you the following dialogue, labeled "New Girlfriend," where she says: "Ya gonna yell at him again? The kid's been having a bad day, and I'm sure you telling him that he should be dead ain't gonna help." you then move to the back of the house, coming to a closed door. this is where the "drunk parent yelling at their kid's bedroom door" section of the minigame occurs. Mr. Schmidt eventually kicks the door open, entering the room, where it is revealed that Andrew isn't in the room and that the bedroom window is open. furious, he heads back to the other room, where he demands an answer. there, his girlfriend admits that Andrew went to go stay with "that Afton kid again" (Michael) and might be back at some point. she sighs, telling him "You know it's been hard for him, especially since...look, it might be hard for you, but imagine how hard it is for him." this places this specific incident post-MCI, where Kelsey, Andrew's younger brother, had been murdered, hence this unnamed event that Andrew would be "taking really hard." the game ends after this point. (this also has some fun food for thought: Andrew is unknowingly staying under the same roof as the man who killed his brother, and thus effectively ruined his life :))

everything else is relatively the same...except for the ending.

there's a final cutscene after Henry's speech, and after he gives Mike a match to light and then drop. Michael attempts to beg Henry to come with him, to keep living. they can leave his father to burn, and they can live out the rest of their lives In Peace...but Henry says no. it started with him and William, and it will END with him and William. Michael, not able to convince him, runs. Henry and William are left in the building, and what happens next is unknown, at least from Michael's perspective.

aaand there's the ending! we get another cutscene afterwards. Michael comes to a small grave on the hill; Cassidy now has a proper grave, next to Charlie's. Michael talks to them both, talking about how they're both at peace now. he talks about how things have been getting better for him, for everyone else. he tells Cassidy that he loves him, and that maybe, just maybe, he can finally sleep well for once...

...until we see Fredbear in the dark, "waking up." and there's the ending. (leads into UCN)

UCN literally doesn't change besides possibly adding some fun death minigames in there, but i haven't thought to deep into those yet.

now!! GAME TIMELINE (aka, when everything happens):

(* could be switched)

Fnaf SL Night 1 Minigame (shows Liz's death) (April 1982)

Fnaf 2 minigames (May-June 1982)

Fnaf 4 minigames (except for Night 7) (1983)

Fnaf 4 Night 7 (as in, this around when the memory would've happened) (Sepember 1983) *

Fnaf 4 Night 7 minigame (September 1983) *

Fnaf 2 (1987)

Fnaf 1 (1993)

Fnaf 4 (the game itself; the nightmares are based off of memories) (1994-2000)

Fnaf 3 End-Of-Night minigames (late 1994-early 1995)

Fnaf SL (2001)

Fnaf 3 (2012)

Fnaf 6/PS (+ Fnaf 3 Happiest Day Minigame) (2014)

UCN (2014 onwards)

we ain't getting into Help Wanted onwards. i've got ideas but they aren't concrete, so they aren't going here for now.

anyway!! this took me a few days because i kept getting distracted, please enjoy!

[wabatle]

HEY BESTIE YOU KNOW I WAS COMING

sososo obvi bllk and you obvi alrdy know i am a girl and would like to be matched up w i boy (honestly what girl from bllk would youmatch me up with anyway💀.. egos assistant??)

for personality

i am a weirdo uhh my friends call me an anime nerd but i dont think in that much of one??

i am VERY sarcastic, savage, and snarky

traits are (plz dont take this as like bragging or anthying just being honest) humorous, uhh VERY soft hearted, kind of a pushover but i used to be a rlly big push over, in ambiverted but at first you would prolly think im introverted, oh im also kinda teasing and in very emotional i will cry if watching a sad movie and i get frustrated easily whicheventually makes me cry(crybaby ik)

oh another thing abt me is that im not rlly good at like expressing my emotions like thro words and sometimes in my face like sometimes i see like scenery for egi probably think it’s really pretty and like stunning and beautiful but like if you ask me what i think id prolly just say “oh its nice” like do yknow what i mean?? Same with my face like i always have a straight face unless in rlly happy that day and the only time ill like actually express my emotions is if youre talking to me or make me laugh

dam that was a lot

un ok for hobbies voice acting, gaming, watching anime, listening to music, writing, editing

kinda semi hobbies thati like but dont rlly do that much are baking and dancing

Things that make me feel negative? Hmmm not entirely sure what you mean by that but… i tii hi ink just negative stuff in general like i HATE movies or shows with sad endings they make me so sad and theres jo feeling of satisfaction at the end :((

Things that make me positive? Well it makes me rlly happy when i make other laugh or when ppl approach me or pop in my inbox like what im bot the one starting a convo fir once?? CRaZY

Someone i dint wanna be matched up with… hmm uhh well any of the side chars like the bald monk💀💀💀 i forgot if you even write for them but also others liek naruhaya and giganaru OH i dint wanna be match up with barou either

Idrc if you post this answering my ask or tagging but sometimes i like to read over my ask when someone answers it so actually could youanswer with my ask

OKAY THANKS POOKIE ❤️❤️❤️ DRINK WATERR

𓆩⚝𓆪 — @stellas-starry-stories13's Blue Lock Matchup~!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: It might be because you're biased and I'm biased but now I genuinely think you and this person are soulmates. ❤️ Ngl we're actually really similar lmaooaoaoao anyways enough of my yapping!!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Blue Lock soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Chigiri Hyoma!

I read the part where you said you were sarcastic, savage, snarky, and sassy and immediately said, "Chigiri."

You two are such a duo ngl. Like genuinely you guys are perfect for each other. Such a sassy couple like omg.....

The teasing is real. You probably tease each other so much like help.

Chigiri also isn't that great with expressing his feelings, so you both can help each other on that front. If, like in the example you gave me, you say a view is nice and he can tell you're not saying what you're thinking, he'll ask you, "what are you really thinking about?"

He'll def laugh at you if you're crying about a movie 💀. I'm sorry but he would.

He's pretty good at noticing when you're getting stressed or frustrated, so he'll remind you to take a break and watch something with him.

You definitely pick anime to watch together and watch at least one episode every time you see each other.

Similar to when people come into your inbox, Chigiri texts you every day, whether to ask you something or talk to you about stupid things.

It doesn't take him long to laugh at your jokes. Someone else said the same joke as you and he's just (ㆆ_ㆆ), but you say it and he's giggling.

I think he would like to take you to an arcade for dates. I mean, he's pretty much down for doing whatever you like as long as he can enjoy it too.

I hope you liked it! Thanks for the req Stella my pookie bear!!! 😍😍😍

[twilightmalachite]

Machina - Test World 4

Author: Kino Seitaro (with Akira)

Characters: Mika, Makoto, Sora, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Strange. Kagehira won’t answer the phone."

Season: Winter

Location: Saison Avenue (SSVRS)

Several days later, Saison Avenue within SSVRS…

Sora: HaHa~, HiHi~, HuHu~♪

Sora still has some time left for winter break! He’s gonna play to the very last minute~! ♪

Should Sora take a stroll through the fantasy world’s Phantom Airship stage, today~? Hmm, the nearest warp portal is…

Ah, looks like Mika-chan-san is online~?

Mika-chan-san’s always been online lately, maybe Sora should go and make sure all’s okay?

A common theme in MMO-related works is about not being able to return from the game world, or something.

If Mika-chan-san ends up getting addicted, Sora will feel guilty about inviting him~.

Since he’s been playing to craft, perhaps he’s at a store somewhere around here…

Makoto: Oh, you’re also here, Harukawa-kun! Hello.

Sora: Yuuki-sense~!

Yuuki-sense~’s also been busy playing the game every day~! Thank you so much for testing!

By the way, does Yuuki-sense~ have an idea on where Mika-chan-san might be? There are material shops nearby, so Sora thought maybe somewhere here~?

Makoto: Yeah, Harukawa-kun. Speaking of which…

Mika: Hello there, I see both of you have come to visit!

I ended up openin’ a store after I ended up savin’ enough VL$ sellin’ my artwork. People were sayin’ they wanted ownership of my data in exchange for virtual currency~?

There were several contenders I utilized the Test World’s auction feature to figure the price, and it ended up bein’ a real high offer!

‘Cause of that, I was able to open a shop in a prime location along Saison Avenue! ♪

Sora: HeHe~, Mika-chan-san’s finding big success as a Test World creator, huh? ♪

Makoto: Nah, if anything, “big success” might even be an understatement!

I checked earlier, Kagehira-kun’s work has brought attention to the Test World and even boosted the value of VL$.

And thanks to that new attention, it’s been getting coverage through online media and a bunch of different people are interested.

Mika: Eh, really?

Im jus’ makin my work as I usually do. But, come to think of it, every work I put up in the shop do end up gettin’ bids.

Well, I’m not makin’ artwork to make money, though. All this VL$ will be goin’ towards production costs.

I’ve been overflowin’ with creative inspiration, though it’s nothin’ compared to you two. Yer welcome to check out my exhibit here~! ♪

Sora: HoHo~, Mika-chan-san’s an artist!

There are artworks lined up in the store from corner to corner, and it’s very lively~! ♪

Sora also would love to display Mika-chan-san’s work in his Test World house!

Does Yuuki-sense~ wanna join Sora in looking around and bidding on the ones he likes?

Makoto: Sure. It’s the Test World, so might as well test my hand at bidding!

The Test World will become luxurious with a creator like Kagehira-kun here, huh!

This object here’s interesting and screams “created by Kagehira-kun!” I think I’ll bid on this one.

Mika: You guys are a big help~! I’ll use the money to create even greater works of art! ♪

Location: Shu’s Atelier (Paris)

Shu: ……

Strange. Kagehira won’t answer the phone.

It’s evening time in Japan right now, and he shouldn’t have any jobs either…

There’s no issue if he is simply concentrating on his production. But it is odd that he didn’t respond immediately yesterday either. And his schedule should be open for a while so he can concentrate on his work.

…This is troubling. I was going to ask Kagehira how his new work is coming along.

Should I try giving him another call…? No, I feel awkward towards the prospect of calling him too many times.

And he’ll end up getting carried away and say things like “You’re such a worrywart, Oshi-san~”, which is quite irritating.

…I know. I’ll just return to Japan early, then.

Fortunately, my New Year’s schedule is open as it’s right after SS. Showing up unannounced to see Kagehira’s production process in action doesn’t hurt either.

It shouldn't be an issue to let Kagehira know only after I’ve returned to Japan either. I’ll put in a request for a flight at once.

…Oh, what’s wrong, Mademoiselle?

I only worry about Kagehira, to where I don’t bother to care for myself…?

Don’t misunderstand, Mademoiselle. It is not that I care about him, it is just my responsibility as a mentor.

This is Kagehira we're talking about. I worry he’s leading a self-indulgent life, taking advantage of the fact he’s out of my sight… And if that is the case, I must return to him and tell him to get his life back on track.

Shu: Non! So there is nothing for you to fret over! I’m simply keeping an eye on Kagehira so he does not slack off…!

Believe me. The fact I’m preparing to leave Paris implicates nothing. Returning to the country early is just yet another part of my artistic pursuits, and just that.

Now, don’t look so sullen, go prepare a change of clothes and get ready to return home, Mademoiselle. As his mentor, I have a duty to oversee his creation, after all.

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[ragingbookdragon]

Batsis Meet The Batboys

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 4.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: Y'all, I am slowly but surely making good on that promise to get all my stories reposted--also editing them so they're nice and neat! Enjoy! -Thorne

Dick:

She hummed in amusement as her father grunted and begrudgingly passed over another five into the man’s hand. “You know…it’s good to know that my perfect father actually sucks at something.” She turned and popped a piece of cotton candy into her mouth. “And it’s carnival games.”

He grunted again when he missed the balloon, and he handed her the darts. “Why don’t you try it, sweetheart?”

She handed him the cotton candy with a grin and took the darts, holding one up and making the repeated motion of throwing it. She couldn’t help but feel a little cocky as she asked, “Dad, if I get this, what toy do you want?”

She nodded to the bat in the corner. “I was thinking about the stuffed bat. Eh, dad?” He glared at her, but she laughed as she tossed the weighted dart, watching as it hit center and she pointed to the bat. “I’ll take that one.”

The man handed it to her, and they walked off; she held it up to her father. “Here. A bat for Batman,” she quipped, and he grunted at her.

“That isn’t funny, (Y/N).”

She shrugged and retorted, “It’s a little funny. You just have no sense of humor because you’re a stick in the mud.” (Y/N) shoved the stuffed animal in her backpack before reaching up and taking her father’s hand; she glanced down at her wristwatch on the opposite hand and said, “The performances don’t start for another twenty minutes. Want to go look at something else? I saw one of those spinning car rides. We could do that.”

When he didn’t give her response, she looked back up at him to see him staring off into the distance, his eyes set on the Wayne Enterprises tower. “Dad? You okay?”

He blinked as if startled from his thoughts and he directed his gaze down at her and after a few moments, he nodded. “Just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“I haven’t spent a lot of time with you.” He frowned and squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I haven’t been a good—”

She cut him off with a ‘pfft’. “Dad, it’s alright. I’m not angry.” (Y/N) squeezed his hand in return. “I might be young, but I’m not an idiot. I know being a dad is new for you, especially since you didn’t get to watch me grow up the first decade of my life. But what matters is that you’re here now, and you’re doing the best you can. And that’s all I ask of you.”

At her little speech, he was stunned, and after a moment he knelt down and hugged her. “I love you, sweetheart.”

(Y/N) returned the hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, though they were so big and broad that she couldn’t meet her hands around his back. “I love you too, dad.”

Happening to glance over his shoulder, she immediately gasped. “Dad!”

He let her go, immediately moving to protect her. “What? What is it?”

(Y/N) pointed towards a costumed family walking and greeting the people. “It’s the Flying Grayson’s!” She grabbed his hand and tugged him along in their direction. “Let’s get a picture with them!” She could hear her father chuckle behind her, but he followed, and they stepped up to the family.

(Y/N) waved at them. “Hi Mister and Missus Grayson! Can we get a picture with you?”

The man and woman smiled at them and nodded, and a boy a couple years younger than her stepped up.

He stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Richard Grayson. But you can call me Dick.”

(Y/N) took his hand and shook it. “(Y/N) Wayne. Nice to meet you, Dick.” She gestured to her father. “This is my dad, Bruce Wayne.”

Her father smiled and tipped his head towards the boy before handing the camera to someone and stepping beside her. She and Dick had become friends instantaneously as they slung their arms around each other’s necks, their grins cheesy and wide.

The camera flashed and the man handed Bruce the camera, and (Y/N) nodded to the family. “Thank you for taking a picture with us.” They started to walk away, but she stopped them, motioning to her dad. “Can my dad take a picture of the three of you? I know it seems a little weird, but it’d be cool to have a picture of you guys, and one with you.” They nodded at her request and she gestured to her father, watching him take the photo of the family. “Thank you!”

They waved and walked off, leaving them, and she turned to Bruce. “Wanna go find seats?” He nodded, and they began moving in the direction of the tent.

***

Time seemed to grind to a halt as (Y/N)’s heart stopped in her chest as she watched them slam into the ground. Chaos filled the tent in mere seconds, people screaming, children crying, and her father grabbed her arm. “(Y/N)—”

She nodded and pulled her arm away, already starting to make her way from her seat. “I’ve got him. Go.” She didn’t wait for his reply, hopping the seats until her feet hit the dirt ground and she broke into a sprint towards the sobbing boy in the center.

She twisted her feet and slid on the ground next to him, her heart tightened when he gazed up at her, sky blue eyes wide in agony. (Y/N) reached out, wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve got you Dick. I’ve got you kid.”

She felt his arms come around her middle as his head burrowed in her shoulder; his entire body shook with every heart-wrenching sob, and (Y/N) raised one of her hands, running it through his hair as she whispered repeatedly, “I’ve got you.”

(Y/N) heard GCPD officers shouting, and she looked up, seeing her father standing beside them. “Batman,” she whispered softly.

He glanced at her before kneeling beside them and blocking the way of the fallen couple. “You two shouldn’t look at this anymore.”

She nodded and squeezed the boy on the shoulder. “Dick. We need to get away from here.”

“I can’t…leave them.” He pulled back, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m…all alone.”

(Y/N) shook her head, and placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m here, Dick. You’re not alone.” His face pinched as a new round of tears sprouted in his eyes and he lowered his head, the sobs wracking his body, and she gazed up at her father’s face, knowing the agony behind the white slits. “You’re not alone.”

Jason:

She walked alongside her father, tugging at the collar of her suit. “Can’t we make a suit that doesn’t choke me as much as this collar does? I feel like I’ve got one of Ivy’s vines wrapped around my throat.” He didn’t say anything and she rolled her eyes. “Fine. Fine. Ignore me. I see how it is.”

“You’re the one who designed your suit, Batgirl. I told you to choose breathable fabric but you refused and said you wanted adequate protection like mine.”

She blinked and glared at him. “Do you get some sick pleasure from repeating my apparent failures?” He chuckled lightly, and she looked around. “Whatever…I still think you shouldn’t have parked in Crime Alley. You know there’s always trouble here.”

“The Batmobile is fine,” he said, voice tired as if he’d answered the question a hundred times before—he had.

(Y/N) hummed, nodding to the car a few feet ahead of them and quipped, “Oh, so the kid jacking the tires off it is completely normal?”

Her father looked at her split second before turning to see it, his eyes widening in disbelief as he muttered, “I don’t believe what I’m seeing.” He moved soundlessly towards the boy, her following.

“Got to give it to him. It takes some big balls to jack the Batman’s ride,” she admired and he grunted, though she knew he was in agreement, and they walked up on the oblivious boy.

She watched her father pull his ‘Put-The-Fear-Of-Batman-Into-‘Em’ stance and he cleared his throat with an exaggerated, ‘ahem’. (Y/N) snorted at the way the boy jerked, twisting to see them staring at him; she swore he’d shit himself the way the fear bled into his eyes.

Her father glared at the kid. “You do realize that’s the Batmobile, right?”

The boy’s face pinched, and he tipped his head up, his voice haughty. “Duh. You do realize you parked your car in Crime Alley, right?” (Y/N) barked a laugh, but quickly coughed when her father turned his glower to her, and he turned back to the boy just in time to see him swinging the tire iron.

“Bad move, hotshot.” Her words fell on deaf ears as she watched her father catch the tool and grip the boy by the front of his hoodie, picking him up off the ground a few feet.

He squirmed, legs kicking out for few seconds before spitting, “You want to beat up on a kid, go enlist in the GCPD like every other bully in this city.”

(Y/N) saw the gears turning in her father’s head as he leaned in, his face inches apart from the boys as he demanded, “I’m only going to ask you this once…So give some serious thought to your answer.”

The boy craned his neck, eyes narrowed as he asked, “What it is?”

Her father gave him a smirk. “Are you hungry?” The boy’s brows furrowed in suspicion, and within the next ten minutes, they were sitting on the hood of the Batmobile eating burgers and fries and sipping on milkshakes.

At one point, she’d reached over and grabbed the boy’s hands; he looked up at her and she nodded to his burger. “Slow down, Jason. You’ll eat your hand at this rate.”

He snorted but nodded, eating a little slower than before as he said, “Sorry. This is the closest thing to a home-cooked meal since I’ve had a home.” He paused and looked out at the city. “It’s funny…I was here once, looking for Wayne Manor.” He looked between them. “I was trying to case the place, but I got lost.”

Bruce looked down at the boy and questioned, “Why do you think it’s okay to steal from people?”

Jason scoffed at his question. “Are you kidding me? Look at this view.” He motioned to the buildings in the distance. “Freaking ‘Billionaire Playboy’ thinks he’s the king of the world. Pfft.”

(Y/N) elbowed him in the ribs and quipped, “Oh honey, he doesn’t think he is. He knows he is.”

The two of them cackled, but the solemn look from her father made their laughter fall short and he said, “Sometimes you just have to give people a chance Jason…they’ll usually surprise you.”

Her father’s words made Jason pause, and she saw him sink into deep thought. After a few moments, she leaned across Jason and nudged her father.

He looked at her and she tipped her head to Jason. “Does this mean he’s coming home with us?” Her father looked at him and back to her, then nodded and she shifted her arm, grinning as she wrapped it around Jason’s neck. “Well then, welcome to the family…little brother.”

Tim:

She could sense the boy following her, and after a few moments, she realized he wasn’t giving up. It wasn’t just some coincidence that they were on the same path—he wanted something from her. She glanced over her shoulder before ducking into the shadows of an alley, waiting for him to follow.

Sure enough, he stepped into the opening of the alley, looking for her, then he shook his head and stamped his foot on the ground. “No-no-no. I was so close to finding her.” He sighed and his shoulders fell in defeat as he visibly deflated.

She stepped behind him and gripped his shoulder in an steel-tight grasp, inquiring, “Why are you following me, kid?”

The kid gasped like he’d been shot as his knees collapsed beneath him, falling from her grip and to the ground. He rolled and gazed up at her with a mixture of shock and wonder as he breathed, “Batgirl.”

She glared down at him and demanded, “Answer my question before I call GCPD for you being out past curfew. Why. Are. You. Following. Me.”

He swallowed thickly before nodding rapidly. “Right. You see, I’ve been looking for you, Batgirl.”

“Yeah, I got that from the tailing. What I wanna know is, why?”

“I need to talk to you about Batman.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at the mention of her father. “What’s a scrawny-ass kid like you, need to talk about Batman with me for?”

His mouth opened, then it snapped shut and he seemed to think on his answer for a moment. He looked at his hands and whispered, “It’s about your brother…Jason Todd.”

Hearing her deceased brother’s name knocked the air from her lungs and she barely managed to get the word ‘what?’ out without sucking in a breath.

He glanced up at her. “I know who you are Miss Way—”

(Y/N)’s hand shot out and she slapped it over his mouth before shaking her head. “Don’t say my name. You don’t know who’s listening.” He went silent as she removed her hand and held it out for him. “C’mon. If you know who I am then that means you know everyone’s identity.”

He nodded mutely and she clicked a button on her wrist; A few moments later, her bike pulled in front of the alley. “Get up. We need to go have a chat.” He took her hand, letting her haul him to his feet, and they walked over to the bike. (Y/N) climbed on before nodding to him. “Get on and hold on.” He followed her order, sitting in front of her, and she took off.

***

A few minutes later, they were stepping into one of the safe houses her dad set up around the city. She closed the door and flicked on the light, pulling the cowl off before gesturing to the table. “Sit.” He obeyed and she opened the refrigerator, pulling out two sodas. (Y/N) turned, taking the seat across from him and sliding his drink over. “Now. Who are you and how do you know about all this?”

He nodded and pulled out a giant book, placing it on the table. “My name is Timothy Jackson Drake, I’m thirteen, and I’ve been following the exploits of Batman, Batgirl, and Robin since I was two.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow at that. “Two’s a little young to be able to remember us.”

Tim looked at the book and nodded. “I know…but I have a photographic memory, and I remember the first time I saw Batman.”

“And that was?”

He paused and his voice quiet. “The night Dick Grayson’s parents were murdered.” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and he drew his eyes to hers. “I remember Dick swinging to the ground as his parents climbed the ladder. His mom went first, and his dad followed. Then…the rope snapped, and…they fell.”

Tim quieted considerably and she had to strain to hear him as he recounted, “I got scared, and I looked away. I couldn’t watch…then I heard the crash and Dick sobbing. And I saw you run down and hug him.” He met her gaze. “Then I saw this giant, dark shape falling towards you, and I thought it was going to hurt you two. But then I realized Batman wasn’t trying to hurt you…he was trying to help you both. And he went from being a monster…to becoming some great Dark Knight.”

Tim looked at her. “From them on, I’ve been having the same dream, over and over. I—”

(Y/N) raised a hand, stopping him. “When did you find out who we were?”

He nodded. “When I was nine, I was watching TV and I saw you and Dick, well, Robin and Batgirl. You—”

“Batgirl and Robin. In that order.” She pointed to herself with a face that could only be something akin to the ‘first-child-syndrome’. “I was first.”

A smile grew across Tim’s face and he nodded. “Right, Batgirl and Robin. Anyway, I saw you two on TV, and I watched Dick perform a quadruple somersault.” He grinned rather proudly of himself and declared, “I knew that somersault like I knew my own name. About six months later, Robin made his first appearance. And if Dick Grayson was Robin and Bruce Wayne’s ward, then Bruce Wayne was Batman, and you were Batgirl.” (Y/N) stared at Tim in shock, too stunned to even form words.

He shifted nervously under her gaze. “Um…Miss (Y/N)? Batgirl? Are you alright?”

(Y/N) blinked and shook her head as she muttered, “Holy shit, kid. What are you?”

“I—I’m sorry?”

She huffed a laugh and grinned at him. “You’ve got some damn good detective skills to have figured all that out.” Tim smiled sheepishly under the praise, then (Y/N) stood up from the table, stretching her arms over her head until she heard her joints pop, then she stared at him. “You got a place to sleep tonight?”

“I…no. Not at the moment.”

(Y/N) placed her hands on her hips and hummed. “And why’s that?”

“Well, in the course of looking for you, I’ve also been looking for Dick. But I can’t find him. He’s good at disappearing.”

She nodded and pointed to a room. “I know where Dick is. Go sleep in the guest room, and tomorrow we can go find him.”

As she walked past him, heading for her room, he questioned dubiously, “You’d do that for me?”

(Y/N) stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “Isn’t that what family does?”

Tim’s jaw went slack and he gaped at her as she stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.

Damian:

She shut the door behind her and locked it, though there really wasn’t any reason to considering the fact that no one could get into the manor, let alone across the front lawn without anyone inside knowing.

Hauling the bag up and over her shoulder, she found it odd that no one had greeted her yet and her oddity turned into unsettling when she didn’t hear anything.

She dropped her keys in the silver bowl on the side table and looked around the foyer. “Hello? Dad? Alfred? Timmy?” She stuck her head in the kitchen door. “Anyone home?”

There was no response and she hummed questioningly, knowing that on a Sunday, everyone was home relaxing. She made her way to the study and shifted the clock hands, watching as the entrance appeared, then she descended the steps into the cave. It was even quieter than usual, and she felt the hairs stand up on the back on her neck as she made her way to the Batcomputer.

She pushed a button on the keyboard, watching as the screen came to life and said, “Give me the most recent update.”

“Confirmation?” It replied.

“(Y/N) Wayne, Batgirl.”

The computer beeped for a moment. “(Y/N) Wayne. Batgirl. Access level high.” It paused. “Access granted. Welcome Batgirl.”

“Give me the most recent update.”

“Requested.” It processed the request then told her, “Talia al Ghul entered Gotham Bay approximately two days ago, leaving behind Damian al Ghul in Batman’s custody.”

Damian al Ghul? Who the hell is that? (Y/N) raised an eyebrow as she pushed another button. “Who is Damian al Ghul.”

“Damian al Ghul is the biological son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. Conceived…month and day unknown…year was two-thousand-three.”

(Y/N) stared at the screen, not sure if she should feel shock that her dad had a second biological kid, or disgust that he slept with Talia to get one. All the sudden, her training kicked in and she felt someone behind her. She spun around, catching the blade of a sword coming at her. She looked down at a young child, no older than ten, glaring up at her. She’d seen pictures of her father when he was a child, and though he had Talia’s emerald green eyes and olive complexion, there was no mistaking the resemblance between him and her father.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she shoved him away. “The hell are you doing?”

He raised the sword again and said, “Testing you.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, her gaze curious. “For what purpose?”

He ran at her waving the sword. “To see if you are really father’s daughter.”

She chuckled at that and dodged each attempt to cut her. “Trust me short-stack, I’m Bruce Wayne’s kid.”

Her insult seemed to set him off and he swung the sword wildly. “I am not short!”

(Y/N) grunted as the blade grazed her arm, and she clenched her jaw. “Alright. I’m done entertaining you.”

She let him come to her, then she twisted, wrenching the sword from his grip before tossing it away and coming back around. She gripped him by the collar and used the momentum to slam him to the ground before pulling his arms behind him and putting her knee in his back.

It all happened within seconds, and he didn’t know how to respond other than to cry out in anger. “Let go!”

She pulled his arms tighter until he stopped squirming and she leaned down. “Take a chill pill, runt.” He still cried out in rage at the name, and she heard someone grunt a few feet from her.

“Let him up, (Y/N).”

She looked up to see her father and Alfred walking towards her. She obeyed, rolling away from the boy and to her feet. “I was wondering where you were.”

Bruce nodded to Damian, who was pulling himself off the floor in a rather heated fashion. “We were trying to find out where Damian had gone.”

(Y/N) eyed him for a moment before murmuring, “So, he really is your kid?”

Damian cut Bruce off, spitting, “Are you jealous?”

She looked at Damian and snorted. “Not even an ounce short-cake.” (Y/N) laughed at the way his face pinched in rage, and she turned to Bruce. “You just can’t help collecting them, can you?” He glared at her and she laughed, walking over and nudging him. “Smile a little, Scrooge. Your face will get stuck like that if you don’t.”

He sighed, and muttered, “I don’t know what to do with him.”

(Y/N) glanced at the boy who was picking up his sword. “Too angry?”

“Belligerent is more like it.”

She chuckled and patted his back. “Don’t worry. I’ve got him.”

“(Y/N) I don’t think—”

“Relax, dad. I handled Dick’s anger, didn’t I?”

“Damian’s got Dick beat by a longshot. I don’t think he knows any demeanor other than attack.”

(Y/N) waved as she walked towards Damian. “No one’s able to beat Dick’s anger. No one in a million years could reach the level of pissed off Dick Grayson stays at.” Bruce grinned as he watched (Y/N) take the sword and move Damian towards the stairs. “C’mon pint-sized. We’re going to explore Gotham.”

“I do not want to go.” He retorted, pulling away from her.

She grasped the back of his neck like a puppy and held him firmly as they walked and she quipped, “I don’t really give a fuck whether you want to or not. You’ve been raised by homicidal psychopaths since you were born.” She looked down at him. “You need to see the real world.”

“My grandfather and mother aren’t psychopaths!”

“Oh really? So killing people for money or because honor demands it, isn’t psychopathic traits? What about when Ra’s kills people because they disrespect him?”

“That is different!”

“I mean you don’t see me poppin’ caps in people’s asses when they call me a whore, do you?”

Bruce watched the two of them climb the stairs, arguing, and he sighed, sensing Alfred walk next to him.

“Almost reminds you of Master Dick and Miss (Y/N), doesn’t it Master Bruce?”

He looked at Alfred, then smiled and nodded. “In every way, shape, and form.”

Alfred smiled. “It is such a good thing that Miss (Y/N) is the oldest. The boys have needed her.”

“She’s their protector.”

Alfred paused, resting a hand on his shoulder; Bruce met his gaze and saw such a solemnity in them as he said, “She is everyone’s protector, Master Bruce. Even yours.” Alfred walked away, then Bruce turned and looked at the photo resting on the desk. It was the first photo he and (Y/N) had taken in their suits.

He smiled at it and nodded. “That she is.”

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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[letarasstuff]

Notice me!

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it1

Summary: Teenagers at JJ's daughter's school get attacked. Does she fit the victomology?

Warnings: feeling uncared for

Wordcount: 2.7k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________________

“Good morning, my lovelies. The good news: The case is local. The bad news: Somebody is attacking teenage girls from the same high school”, Penelope starts the briefing, dressed in a bright pink dress with matching accessories.

“Are they from the same class? Age?” Hotch asks, looking over the file. Upon opening her own, JJ feels like her heart stops. “Negative, the three girls are from different years even. The only connection is the school.” “It’s (Y/N)’s school. She-she is a Junior there. I-Hotch?” Desperately she looks at her boss.

The team’s eyes soften. It’s already difficult with minors involved, but when it gets personal the case is a thousand times harder.

“Call her and tell her we get her to answer a few questions. At this point we can be sure it’s someone from the staff or a student. Time is the essence. Reid and JJ, you get (Y/N). Morgan and Prentiss, you question the first two. Dave and I take the last one and then go to the crime scenes. Garcia, I want you to find out anything about the victims and their families. Check their social media sites and look out for anything that connects them”, the Unit Chiefs orders.

Everybody gets up immediately. JJ has her phone already at hand. The longer it takes her daughter to take the call, the more nervous she gets.

“Mom? Did something happen? You know exactly I’m at school. I don’t wanna get in-” “Honey, Uncle Spence and I come to get you. There is something we have to question you about.” The teenager is silent for a moment. “It’s about the girls that got beaten up, isn’t it?”

Her mother sighs. Of course nothing like that stays quiet for long. “Yes, it is.” JJ doesn’t see the point in lying to her. “Ok. Uhm, can you just question me at school? I really don’t wanna leave, because I have soccer practice after school for the game this evening.”

A little light blinks at that in JJ’s mind. “Isn’t it that important game, where scouts are coming?” (Y/N) begins to smile. Her mother remembers it. Maybe she does pay attention to her. Maybe, just maybe, she pays enough to come and see her. After all she even took a day off for Henry’s recital last time.

“Yes, you said you will come and cheer for me.” JJ’s heart aches. She knows that her oldest often backs down due to her mother’s job. More often than the blonde agent likes to admit she has stood her daughter up to save someone’s life. “I try to be there in time, Honey. I can’t promise you anything, though. Just let us hope we solve this case quickly, ok?”

(Y/N)’s shoulders drop. Of course, how could she be this naive to think her mother cares enough to at least try to make it to her probably most important game? “Alright. Text me when you are here or just get me excused at the secretary's office. Bye.”

JJ looks at her phone in puzzlement. The teenager always is understanding of her job and the sacrifices it takes. One night under a lot of tears she confessed to her mother that everytime she is away on a case, she is in the greatest state of worry. Will reported repeatedly that (Y/N) is miserable whenever her mother isn’t at home.

So she told her daughter about the pact she made with her sister. Any time they miss each other, they go out and look at the moon, knowing that they see the same. JJ also admitted that she and Henry are the reason she is even working as a profiler. The agent wants to make the world safer for her kids. A safe space, where they can grow up and go to the park without worrying about Stranger Danger or anything else.

“Is everything ok?” Spencer asks as he sees his best friend frozen on the spot. JJ looks up to him, spotting concern in his eyes. “Yeah, no. I don’t know? It’s just, (Y/N) has an important soccer game tonight with scouts coming and such and I’m not sure if I can get there in time because of the case. She sounded really sad when I told her that. You know, I’m incredibly proud of her for getting this far and she plays really well. Scratch that, she is amazing. Especially knowing (Y/N) is responsible enough to think about college in her junior year makes me swell with pride”, she gushes unknowingly.

Spencer smiles. “I see, she is just like her mother. I’m sure (Y/N) will come around, she loves you so much and knows how difficult our job is.” JJ nods, trying to believe him.

Not long after that the duo enters the secretary’s office, explaining the situation. He immediately notifies the teenager’s teacher and a few minutes later (Y/N) opens the door. “There is an empty classroom we can use, I already asked Mr Boyle. He is such a sweetheart”, she tells her mother and uncle.

“Thank you for consenting to answer our questions. (Y/N), do you know the girls?” Spencer begins after settling down. “I do. One of them, Amy, is on the soccer team with me. We mostly talk about her family. She is in love with her little sister. The other two, Rosa and Gina, are in Freshmen. I tutored Gina briefly until her mother said she doesn’t need it.”

Unfortunately (Y/N) isn’t able to tell more useful information. “Thank you so much, Honey. Have fun at your practice later”, JJ tells her while embracing the teenager. “Yeah, thanks. Do you come home tonight?” Her mother sighs.

“I get it, you don’t know. Ok, I don’t wanna interfere any longer. Maybe you are able to solve the case faster. Stay safe. Love you!” Quickly she picks her bag up and leaves the room.

JJ looks at the genius with a face that says “Do you know what I mean?”

“My lovelies, all three girls don’t have the best connection to their parents. They often complain about the missing approval. Do you think that it’s a kid from their classes?” Garcia informs them as the team gathers back around the round table.

Rossi shakes his head. “The crimes are too organized for a kid. Every girl was drugged, but we don’t know how. Then the UnSub waits for the drug to kick in and takes her to a vacant spot, where the beating occurs. And all of this happens right after classes end. It has to be a staff member, probably a teacher.”

“Yeah, but there is one detail that doesn’t sit right with me”, Derek pipes up, “The connection between the girls is the bad relationship with their parents. It has to be someone, who is reminded by their own dysfunctional family.”

“Garcia, look for someone from the area, his comfort zone shows that he knows remote areas that you don’t find by accident. He has to be from D.C.” Spencer instructs her.

“Okidoki, boy won- Wait, are we looking for a male?” Hotch nods. “We are, the amount of strength used to beat up the girls suggests a male, same with the amount of hatred.”

Emily looks unsure. “This sounds all right, but why is he choosing the girls? What does he relive by hurting them? How does it help him?”

JJ wants to partake in the mindstorming, but a ping from her phone distracts her from saying her thoughts out loud. It’s a text message from (Y/N)

If you find the time in your busy schedule to read this, be informed that Will and Henry won’t come to the game tonight, because Henry has a spontaneous playdate. Don’t worry, he brought me my inhaler to school already.

(Y/N) sighs after sending the text. Is it really too much work for her mother to make room for her? This is probably the most important event in her whole school carriere and she decides that a team of masterminds need her more than her own daughter.

Hurt by the clear ignorance she shoulders her bag and makes her way to the counselor’s office.

“Come in”, a warm voice invites the teenager after her knocking on the door. “Hey, Mr Pembroke. Uhm, I have a class before soccer practice and I wanted to ask you if I can put my bag here? I know I got a locker, but I still got my mom’s birthday present in there and I’m scared I’ll leave it in my classroom and have to run back to get the bag if not another kid already took it away.”

Mr Pembroke looks at her with a smile. “Of course, (Y/N), I don’t mind. Speaking of your mother, will she be there tonight? I really hope so, because you are a star on the field. She’s missing out otherwise.” At the end he winks. He is just that kind of guy. Working with kids makes him desperate for appearing younger than he really is, but that is also part of Keith Pembroke’s charm.

“Unfortunately my whole family isn’t able to come. It is like- I mean I get it, serial killers are dangerous and it’s important and the right thing to chase them down. But do I not deserve some time with my mother?” Mr Pembroke evolved into a moral support over the past school year since he started his job at (Y/N)’s high school.

He always has something noice and wise to say. “You do. Everybody deserves some time with their family and especially with their parents. Why don’t you talk to them after all this is over? I can help you work on what you can say.”

Happily the teenager takes the offer and rushes to her class.

“Guys, I might be onto something”, Spencer rips everybody from their train of thoughts. JJ looks at the watch on her wrist. (Y/N)’s game ends in about five minutes. And she sits here, stumped one the case she stood her up for.

“So we thought about how he chooses his victims. The only connection we found was them having a bad relationship with their parents. But how would the UnSub know? They didn’t share any classes.

“But there always is one person, who knows about the student’s problems. They tell them voluntarily”, he finishes, giving his colleagues the opportunity to answer it themselves.

“The counselor!” Rossi exclaims, wondering how they oversaw the obvious.

Penelope’s keyboard is practically on fire from her fast typing until she nearly shouts: “I got him! Keith Pem-” The rest goes under in the loud ring from JJ’s cellphone. “I’m sorry, but this is… (Y/N)’s school! I-” Hotch nods, giving her permission to take that call.

“Jennifer Jareau?” She can’t wait until she is out of the conference room. Now that they know who the UnSub is, JJ is more on edge than ever. “Uhm, Mrs Jareau, I call about your daughter, (Y/N). She is on her way to the hospital, she collapsed during the soccer game. We suspect an asthma attack, even though she used her inhaler.” The teacher on the phone gives her a few more information before hanging up.

“I-I’m - (Y/N), she is- hospital. Her inhaler.” In that moment she makes all the connections. “Garcia, look for the girl’s medical history. Pembroke exchanged (Y/N)’s inhaler, I’m sure he did. Look for it in the other girls. I have to go, she is at the hospital right now.”

In a way even Derek Morgan would describe it as reckless JJ speeds to the hospital, ready to fight any regulations keeping her from seeing her daughter sooner. “I’m here for (Y/N) Jareau. J-A-R-E-” She tells the woman at the reception breathlessly.

“Oh I got her. She is in room 99. (Y/N) was unconscious for a certain amount of time, but she is slowly regaining her senses. A doctor will meet you there.” Before she even finishes her sentence, the blonde leaves the desk into the direction of the appointed room.

In fact there is a doctor waiting for her, updating the mother on her daughter’s condition. “I advise you to not overwhelm her. Her mind is still foggy and there may be things that don’t make sense right now coming from her. But (Y/N) will make a quick recovery, being good as new in only a matter of days.”

Cautiously she enters the room. The teenager might be awake, but her mind clearly is elsewhere. “Hey, Honey. It’s me, your mom. How are you feeling?” JJ asks softly, taking her daughter’s cold hand into her own gently.

“Oh, hi Mom. I didn’t know you found the time to actually come here. Isn’t there like a bad guy out there waiting for you to slap some handcuffs on him?” Ouch, she doesn’t expect that kind of honesty. But it’s true and JJ knows what (Y/N) is talking about.

She sighs. “I’m sorry, Honey, for being seemingly absent from your life. I swear, you can’t imagine how proud I am of you. I mean, you play soccer and there might be a scholarship in sigh. And even if you don’t get one, you can do anything and I would still be proud to call you my child.”

(Y/N) turns her head around, looking deeply into her mother’s eyes. The blonde can see all the pain she brought onto her bundle of joy. “Mom, I don’t even enjoy soccer as much as you think. I only do this, because I thought there would be finally something we can bond over. But I clearly didn’t calculate your stupid job in.”

JJ kicks herself for overseeing her daughter this much. She never stopped to acknowledge her oldest child’s accomplishments in front of her team and family. She always told everybody in the BAU what (Y/N) is up to, if they asked or not is not her problem. But in the whole process the agent forgot the most important person, the one who reached all those goals.

“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry for letting you feel like I don’t want to partake in your life. I- I was just so invested in your life that I didn’t think about you. You don’t have to do anything that I like to get my attention. You can join the school band playing the triangle and I would practically make t-shirts for the whole team sporting your logo.

“Anything you do is enough for me. You don’t need to change yourself to appeal to others, not even me. I’m sorry for letting you down. I love you so much and I hope you can forgive me.”

It seems like (Y/N) needs a few seconds to comprehend her mother’s statements before answering them. “I just need a mom, who is there more often. That would be enough for me. Just once every three games is enough. To let my friends know you care. To let me know you care.” JJ gets tears in her eyes. She promises to be there more often, fully intending to keep that promise.

“Good, now that we have that sorted out I need you to come into bed with me. I feel I could sleep for at least a year because of Mr Pembroke’s really weird tasting substance in my inhaler. Can we just cuddle until I feel like I’m my old self?” JJ smiles while happily laying down next to her daughter, engulfing her in a hug, still being cautious of all the tubes she has going in and out of her.

“I love you so much, Honey Bun”, the blonde murmurs, stroking a few strands out of her daughter’s face. But (Y/N) is too tired to answer. She just nods and cuddles closer to her mother before falling asleep.

Meanwhile, JJ watches over her like a hawk. Not even Will is allowed to come closer to her than two meters (or roughly six and a half feet for Americans), not wanting anyone to disturb her daughter’s peaceful sleep.

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@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl @herecomesthewriterwitch @ash19871962

[fairy-seong]

lee jaeyoon x fem!reader

genre: smut, arranged marriage!au

trigger warning(s): sexual actions, smut, slight degradation, reader is a goddamn brat, soft-not-so-soft jaeyoon, swear words, this took a turn i do not like tbh

kinktober day 12 prompt: hatefuck

Not that you hated Jaeyoon, you could not care less about your new fiancé if not for your parents and their desire to marry the son of another wealthy family.

Jaeyoon was not a bad guy. In fact, he was perfect. The perfect son, the perfect friend, and now the perfect fiancé. Maybe so you started resenting him as much as you did; the fact that he was your complete opposite.

Your mother’s candy-coated words towards him only made you roll your eyes as she kept repeating how lucky her rebel daughter is to marry this young gentleman. What a shit show family reunions were, and this one was no exception.

“Can you stop trying so hard?” you turned towards Jaeyoon when you finally got a couple of moments alone with him. “I’m sure everybody in my family already bought into your squeaky clean image, Mister I-never-do-no-wrong.”

Jaeyoon simply sighs, taking a seat at his father’s office. He would soon inherit everything, might as well make himself comfortable.

“I still don’t know why you agreed to this if you dislike me that much.”

“Funny for you to imagine I would ever agree to marry someone as boring as you, Lee Jaeyoon.”

“Boring?” he scoffs.

You sip your champagne, placing the crystal glass on the desk. Jaeyoon spins his chair to face you as you sit on the edge of his father’s desk.

The window was cracked open, the only thing separating you from the family reunion being the fluttering cream-colored curtains. You could still hear the faint laughs of Jaeyoon’s mother alongside your side of the family. Probably talking about whether you should have pink or white roses at the wedding.

“When was the last time you ever did something crazy?”

Jaeyoon tries to think of something, but the truth is he does not have an answer.

“Got blackout drunk and ended up in a stranger’s bed?” You giggle, college memories rushing back. “Or maybe crashed your parents’ car and blamed an unknown thief?” Another fond memory.

Jaeyoon shakes his head. You try to fake a shocked expression before breaking into laughter.

“Ok, ok, how about having sex in your parents’ bedroom?”

“Why would I do that?”

His raised eyebrows and half-open mouth in surprise made him look less despicable. Almost cute, if he weren’t so stuck up on his high horse.

“For fun, for the thrill of getting caught or having someone walk in on you while you are having the greatest orgasm of your life?”

Jaeyoon says nothing, gaze fixated on a point behind you. He didn’t budge even when you uncrossed your legs, teasingly bringing your leather skirt a little higher.

“Goddammit, Lee Jaeyoon. Is your dick game as lame as your personality?” you ask, noticing a sour grimace on his face.

“Lame?” he scoffs again. “Is that the way you speak with your fiancé?”

“I can speak however the fuck I want with whomever,” you stick your tongue out. “Will you go cry to mommy and say your future wife has been mean to you?”

Jaeyoon stands up, your legs laying on each side of him now. A hand brings your face closer to his, fingers tangled in your curls. It’s so sudden that your breath gets stuck in your throat, but you don’t show it. His eyes narrow, the grip he has on the back of your neck getting stronger.

“I am getting real tired of your shit, Y/N,” he spits out, words hitting like venom on your skin while Jaeyoon draws himself inches closer. “Do you really wanna try me? See if my dick is better than that shitty ex of yours you keep going back to?”

“Yes. Do it...” your smart mouth argued back with your new lover “... if you’re man enough to fuck me in your daddy’s office.”

You did it on purpose. You wanted to tick him off, see how much Jaeyoon could take before finally shedding his goody two shoe image. Seems like this was his breaking point.

You turned around on your own, lifting your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. Polished manicured fingers brushing past your folds, silkiness sticking to them.

“Will you keep me waiting, hubby?”

Your bottom lip stuck out, throwing a pitiful look over your shoulder. You hear his zipper go down before his palm spreads your cheeks wider. He grips the flesh, your ass turning a pale shade of pink when his palm slaps your right cheek.

“Fuck,” you hiss, gripping the corner of the wooden desk. “Is that all you got?”

You didn’t want to back down. Jaeyoon smirks at your question as he turns your body to face him. He places you on the desk, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. You place your hand on his erection, hurrying to push him inside. You were needy, wanting to see just how good your fiancé could fuck you.

“Are you always this wet or just for the people you hate?”

“Shut up.”

Jaeyoon chuckles before bringing his face closer. Your lips meet in an ardent kiss, his teeth biting into your plush lip while he finally starts filling you up. His thrusts weren’t as gentle as you imagined, Jaeyoon’s thickness stretching out your walls each second.

A moan cascaded down your lips which Jaeyoon did not try to hide. He found a steady pace, cock brushing against your walls harder each time you whimpered at the strength he put in each thrust.

One arm held your hips in place, your body too small to fight against his firm hold. Jaeyoon’s muscles were on display through the button-up white shirt he was wearing and you could not deny under the glistening sweat and blazing eyes he looked quite sexy using your little cunt as a play toy.

“Your pussy is too good compared to all the trash you talk,” Jaeyoon smirked, eyes watching his cock disappear inside you.

“You should watch your mouth, Jae...” but he does not let you finish.

His free arm wraps around your throat, a wicked smile on his lips when another broken whimper leaves your cherry lips. He pushes your back flat on the desk, helping your legs wrap around his torso.

"No, you should watch it. Watch the way I make you moan over and over."

If that's how he wants to play, you think. You hum when Jaeyoon hits your soft spot again and again. Each mewl and the lewd whispers of his name growing a little louder whenever you overheard footsteps outside the window.

“Are you that desperate for someone to catch you?” Your fiancé hissed, shoving two fingers inside your mouth.

You sucked on them greedily, holding his gaze when you let go; a trail of spit still connecting them to your swollen lips. You grin childishly at him, repeating the question.

“I just want to see their reaction when they see me sprawled on your father’s desk. My juices ruining his work documents and dripping all over the place because of their beloved son.”

You gasp when Jaeyoon’s palm holds your throat again. He leans down, kissing a line from your neck to your ear.

“I’ll just tell them my beautiful fiancée could not wait until we got home to get fucked properly,” he hits that spot again, your legs turning numb at the pleasure.

Jaeyoon kisses your cheek, flashing the dimpled smile he always showed in front of your parents.

“After all, how can I refuse this needy pussy of yours when it’s practically begging me to fill her up with my cum?”

[asthmark]

❝ chemistry ❞ o.st

synopsis → osaki shotaro moving to town means trips to the dance studio, boba dates, and the perpetual teasing of lee donghyuck. 

pairing → shotaro, reader

requested? → yes! based off @onlyjihoons​​’s shipping game answer ♡

word count → 5.5k (this was supposed to be 1k.... goodbye.)

a/n → i enjoy writing texting scenes WAY too much ;; tbh this is like 50% texts im cryign but i had to convey how much i love 00 line .... and also how firmly i believe in lee donghyuck devil supremacy. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and enjoy! 

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if someone were to ask you how you felt about your friends, you would without any hesitation, answer that you loved them to death. of course, if you were being completely honest, you would also have to add that you experienced the urge to strangle them from time to time. that might earn you a couple odd stares but you’re sure people would be more understanding if they knew who was in your inner circle to begin with.

for starters, there was lee jeno — tall, handsome, and the textbook definition of a gentleman. then, na jaemin, who you would consider to be the yin to jeno’s yang. an extremely energetic guy and, in your book, a total freak of nature ever since you found out that he inhales four shots of espresso on the daily. liu yangyang was a more recent addition to your group but, being as quick-witted as he was, he quickly fit right in. he also had a habit of going on somewhat aggressive rants in german which renjun found to be extremely amusing. speaking of, huang renjun was another one of your close friends — the shortest of the group, actually. (and, much to renjun’s dismay, that’s exactly how donghyuck liked to introduce him to people.) he was the type of guy you could trust to keep everyone in check which consequently made you mildly terrified of him.

however, it could never compare to the perpetual fear you have of lee donghyuck. 

of course, you love him to pieces but sometimes you really wish he didn’t find so much joy in, well, making everyone miserable. you couldn’t deny it was funny to watch him tease and taunt your other friends. you still remember him purposefully messing up renjun’s game at the local arcade just when he was about to reach his high score — and also the way renjun had tackled him to the floor right then and there, resulting in the six of you being banned from the place. or, that time he offered to pay for everyone’s starbucks orders only to tell the barista that jaemin’s name was ben dover. (to no one’s surprise, yangyang had found that joke particularly hilarious.) you can also clearly recall how hard you had laughed in both of those situations.

but, donghyuck never let anyone laugh for too long.

according to him it was ’only fair’ to make sure each of his friends was at the receiving end of his gags. so, despite laughing at his latest victim’s expense, each of you knew that donghyuck would make sure you were in the same position sooner or later.

you definitely weren’t expecting it to be your turn one dull friday evening.

things are going slow for you as you sit at your desk, typing away on your laptop. school has been out for hours and your professors have decided to be saints and leave you little homework for the weekend. beside you, your phone dings, alerting you of the new text message in your group chat.

[4:23 pm] hyuck: i’m bored 🥺

[4:23 pm] you: plz never use that emoji again

[4:24 pm] nana: it’s misleading dude

[4:25 pm] yangx2: yeah like when have u ever made a face that isn’t this 😈

[4:25 pm] renjun: donghyuck is the devil = confirmed

[4:25 pm] nana: CALLED IT

[4:26 pm] hyuck: u guys are literally so evil

jeno laughed at “u guys are literally so evil”

[4:27 pm] jeno: look who’s talking lol

[4:27 pm] you: dangg u know it’s bad when lee jeno disses u

[4:28 pm] jeno: ...ngl it kinda feels like ur shading me rn

[4:28 pm] you: u would be correct :)

[4:29 pm] hyuck: um HELLO can u guys go back to paying attention to me???

[4:29 pm] renjun: what do u want, diva?

[4:29 pm] hyuck: i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(

renjun disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

yangx2 disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

you disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

nana disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

jeno disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

[4:30 pm] hyuck: OH COME ON

[4:30 pm] yangx2: i think what u meant to say is that u wanna make one of us very miserable today, right?

[4:30 pm] hyuck: .....no comment

nana renamed the group chat “hyuck hate club”

[4:31 pm] hyuck: ok i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

[4:31 pm] jeno: well now u know what it’s like to be friends with u

[4:31 pm] you: so true king omg ur on a roll

[4:32 pm] hyuck: hmm okay so either jeno or y/n is gonna be today’s target, got it

[4:32 pm] hyuck: anyway can u guys come down to the dance studio now??

[4:32 pm] you: what makes u think i would go anywhere near u when i know ur plotting ur revenge on me as we speak

[4:32 pm] hyuck: because maybe i’ll have mercy on u and just terrorize jeno instead

[4:33 pm] you: good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!

[4:33 pm] jeno: HEY

nana laughed at “good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!”

[4:34 pm] yangx2: u literally cannot trust anyone in this friend group

[4:34 pm] renjun: ikr isn’t it great???

you might have been slightly out of your mind to willingly go see donghyuck knowing you had teased him in your group chat earlier. although, if there was a slight chance he would show you mercy if you did hang out with him, you were going to take it.

the studio was where you had first met donghyuck, along with the rest of your friends due to the dance classes you attended. after bumping into each in between classes and during practice, you began to get well acquainted. turns out, the six of you actually got along incredibly well and after a while, you began to share routines and tips, even choreographing together from time to time. obviously, this led to the infamous group chat being formed and lots of time spent outside the studio as well.

but, none of you had lost that love for dancing. in fact, forming your little clique had only made it grow. as you opened the front doors of the building you had made so many memories in, you wondered if donghyuck wanted your insight on a certain routine or needed some help choreographing. of course, there was also the possibility that he really was just bored and wanted you to suffer with him.

what you did not expect, however, was to see him caught up in conversation with another person. you couldn’t clearly see them with donghyuck in the way; all you knew for certain was that your best friend’s mouth was moving a mile a minute. you tentatively tiptoe into the room, hoping to not intrude on their discussion. but, at hearing the doors creak open, donghyuck puts his rant on pause to enthusiastically wave you over.

you sigh, putting your belongings down and approaching the pair. as you near, you notice that hyuck has a huge smile — no, smirk — on his face. you internally curse yourself for believing that he would ever pass up an opportunity to torment you, especially in front of a stranger.

“this is a very dear friend of mine,” you hear him introduce to his acquaintance. “her name is y/n. she dances, too.”

“oh, that’s really cool!”

the stranger’s unusually cheery tone prompts you to finally peek behind donghyuck and put a face to the voice.

and what a face he has.

“this is shotaro,” donghyuck informs you. “he’s new to town and quite the dancer. caught him in the middle of a routine.”

your knees almost wobble as you take in the stranger — shotaro’s — kind eyes that almost sparkle. (you aren’t sure if it’s because of the fluorescent lights of the studio or just part of his charm.) his lips are curved up into a friendly smile that makes you feel slightly giddy. his hair falls into his face almost perfectly, not a strand out of place and you’re uncertain as to how that’s even possible since, as donghyuck had said, he was dancing. not to mention, there’s not a bead of sweat on his face. did this guy come straight out of a disney movie or something?

“excuse her,” donghyuck chuckles. “good looking people tend to make her freeze up. don’t worry, this happened when she met me, too.”

you offer your friend a glare and an elbow to the side and you swear you hear shotaro chuckle. you turn to him instead, putting on a welcoming smile.

“my bad, i just—”

“got lost in his eyes?”

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “donghyuck, please don’t make me have to attack you in front of our guest.”

more giggles escape shotaro. (you swear it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard.) you curiously tilt your head at him.

“sorry, it’s just that, you guys are too funny,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

you mirror his grin, slightly relieved he was amused instead of weirded out. “yeah, well, just wait ’til you meet the rest of us. it’s like a circus show, you’ll love it.”

“hello, clowns!”

“speak of the devil,” donghyuck murmurs, watching as yangyang and renjun enter, followed by jeno and jaemin.

“woah, who’s the cutie?” yangyang asks renjun, in what you presume he thinks is a whisper. however, yangyang has never spoken quietly a day in his life. renjun simply shrugs at his question.

having clearly heard the compliment, a faint blush creeps onto shotaro’s cheeks.

“guys, this is shotaro,” donghyuck answers, tugging the sandy blonde forward.

he gives a somewhat shy wave. “hi, y/n’s friends.”

jaemin erupts into laughter. “uh oh, looks like he likes y/n more than hyuck.”

“don’t blame him,” jeno mutters.

shotaro’s forehead creases, face suddenly twisted in worry. “oh, i’m sorry, was i not supposed to say that?”

“oh no, don’t worry,” donghyuck denies, quickly. “i’m sure y/n doesn’t mind at all, right?”

if you could crawl into a hole to avoid the embarrassment, you would. of course, donghyuck was 100% right; you really didn’t mind shotaro calling the group that if it meant you could hear him say your name over and over again. in fact, his sweet voice could probably make the dictionary sound like the most addictive song. but, donghyuck had no right putting you on the spot like that.

jeno suddenly speaks, catching on to your flustered state and donghyuck’s evil grin. “so, it’s y/n’s turn today? sweet, i’m off the hook!”

shotaro furrows his brows slightly. “huh?”

“oh, it’s just an inside joke,” jeno says, smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

you wish you could strangle him right then and there for finding amusement at your expense but the last thing you want is for shotaro to think you’re some sort of psychopath. (although, with a friend group like this, you’re definitely beginning to think that’s where you’re headed.)

“got it,” shotaro responds, breaking out into a grin himself. “you guys seem like a really close bunch!”

“the closest,” donghyuck corrects, overly sweet, as he wraps an arm around you. (you resist the urge to shove him off.) “you’ll fit right in!”

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you believed that the torture was over the day donghyuck introduced shotaro to your group. you would probably just see him from time to time and the studio (hopefully without hyuck around) and it would all be downhill from there, right? the latest notification on your phone alerts you that you are absolutely wrong.

hyuck has added one (1) user to the group chat

[1:05 pm] hyuck: welcome shotaro!!

[1:06 pm] unknown: oh hey guys! :]

the emoticon almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you roll your eyes in frustration at how easily affected you were by this guy. seriously, why did everything he do have to be so cute? regardless, you quickly add his number to your contacts.

[1:06 pm] hyuck: why don’t we do a little roll call so shotaro can save ur numbers to his phone

[1:07 pm] yangx2: YANGYANG

[1:07 pm] yangx2: HA I WAS FIRST

[1:07 pm] jeno: ...

[1:08 pm] jeno: anyway this is jeno :)

[1:08 pm] nana: jaemin present!

[1:08 pm] renjun: hi shotaro, this is renjun

[1:10 pm] shotaro: haha cool thanks a lot, i just saved all ur numbers!

[1:10 pm] shotaro: but quick question, is y/n in this group chat? :0

you almost drop your phone at reading shotaro’s message although you’re unsure why. he just typed your name, get it together, you urge yourself.

[1:11 pm] you: heyy shotaro! i’m right here :)

[1:11 pm] shotaro: oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^

hyuck disliked “oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^”

[1:12 pm] hyuck: shotaro plz return my love what does she have that i don’t T-T

[1:12 pm] nana: a heart

[1:12 pm] yangx2: a brain

[1:12 pm] jeno: a conscience

[1:12 pm] renjun: a functioning moral compass

[1:13 pm] hyuck: wtf

[1:13 pm] shotaro: ahahaha it’s like i’m watching a comedy

[1:14 pm] you: told u it’s a circus

[1:14 pm] you: i say get out while u still can

[1:14 pm] shotaro: whaatt and leave u behind? no way!

nana renamed the group chat “shotaro x y/n supremacists”

[1:15 pm] jeno: my thoughts exactly

[1:15 pm] renjun: took the words right out of my mouth

you cringe at your friends’ blunt behavior, praying shotaro didn’t find their antics to be too strange.

[1:16 pm] shotaro: 😳

[1:16 pm] nana: aww someone’s shy

[1:17 pm] renjun: he wouldn’t last a day in itzy

[1:17 pm] yangx2: HELPP

you shake your head, laughing silently to yourself as you mute the group chat and place your phone back down. although, moments later, you receive a direct message. you presume it’s one of the boys trying to rope you back into the chat but the moment you see the contact name, you’re forced to do a double take.

[1:21 pm] shotaro: i hope i’m not bothering u but i just wanted to make sure ur okay .. you kinda went quiet in the gc :>

[1:21 pm] shotaro: it’s shotaro from the dance studio btw!

you can’t help but find the fact that he seriously thought you wouldn’t remember him adorable. how could you ever forget a face like his?

[1:22 pm] you: that’s so kind! i’m okay, i promise. i’ve just had to put up with those dorks for way too long, sometimes i just ignore them haha

[1:22 pm] shotaro: lol yeah they do seem like a handful! but i look forward to getting to know them better!!

[1:23 pm] shotaro: and u too ofc~~

it takes all your willpower not to spam dozens of heart emojis in an attempt to show shotaro just how he has reduced you to a lovesick fool. instead, your response is short and sweet.

[1:23 pm] you: right back at u, taro! ♡

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“okay, take five,” donghyuck pants, pausing the music blaring from the speakers.

you gladly obey, wiping away the light sweat you had worked up from the latest routine you and hyuck were constructing.

you both belonged to the same dance class and frequently paired together for partnered projects. the rest of your friends attended different classes, which you constantly joked was for the best since there was no way one dance instructor could possibly handle the six of you together.

“how do you feel?” donghyuck asks you, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“the choreo’s great, i’m proud of what we got so far,” you reply. “of course, i would be happier if i didn’t have to get so up close and personal with you.”

donghyuck scoffs at your joke. “i can’t do anything about that. the teacher said the whole concept of the routine is supposed to be is intimate.”

you fake a gag, failing to contain a laugh when hyuck playfully shoves you in offense.

“i’m sorry i can’t be shotaro,” he adds, a smirk forming on his lips.

you roll your eyes. “oh, very funny.”

“c’mon, you’re acting like you wouldn’t kill to have him as your partner, especially with choreo as spicy as this.”

“well, it would beat being paired with you,” you remark, picking up your water bottle and taking a swig.

“hm, then looks like today might be your lucky day,” donghyuck replies, eyes trained somewhere behind you.

you follow his gaze, nearly choking on your water as soon as you catch sight of shotaro entering the studio. he meets your eyes, plucking out his earbuds and offering you a small wave.

“oh, hey guys!” he exclaims, cheerfully.

“hey ’taro,” you greet, rather quickly, earning you a knowing glance from your partner.

“’taro?” hyuck repeats, amused, as he folds his arms over his chest. “you guys are already on cute nickname basis?”

shotaro giggles, eyes squinting adorably as he does so. “it is a pretty adorable nickname, right? she’s the only one who calls me that!”

your heart beats faster when you see how oddly excited that seems to make him. did he somehow find it endearing?

“seems like the two of you are becoming quite close, hm?” continues hyuck.

shotaro nods enthusiastically before glancing at you tentatively, as if to check for confirmation.

“yeah, you could say that.”

your agreement causes yet another smile to grace shotaro’s lips — this time he seems relieved. you briefly wonder if the kid ever stops flashing those pearly whites of his. you certainly hope so, or else your heart may never catch a break.  

“well, since you’re comfortable enough with each other,” donghyuck begins, flashing you a grin.

you’re not even sure what he’s gonna say but you already feel the need to put an end to it. after all, nothing good has ever come of donghyuck’s mischievous grins. you subtly purse your lips and narrow your eyes in an attempt to get him to stop whatever chaos he’s planning to ensue.

nevertheless, he proceeds. “maybe you could help me out with this choreography?”

you want to facepalm at donghyuck’s lame excuse of a lie. however, on the other hand, shotaro’s face lights up in delight.

“you’re working on choreo? what for?” he inquires, curiously.

“for our dance class,” hyuck explains, motioning towards you. “i have a couple ideas so i was thinking you two could maybe try out some steps i’m planning to include. you know, to help me... visualize.”

“that sounds awesome,” shotaro responds, oblivious to your friend’s untruths. “i would love to help you guys out.”

“great!” donghyuck claps his hands together. “just a heads up, the theme of the routine is intimacy, so i wanna see all that charm of yours, shotaro. it’ll, uh, help me choreograph.”

you cringe at the obvious fib. meanwhile, it’s as if a switch has gone off in shotaro’s mind. his smile fades and his eyebrows knit together. “hold on, i-intimacy? does that mean—”

“that you’ll have to get a bit touchy-feely with her? yeah,” donghyuck interjects, innocently.

“y’know... i’ve really been wanting to dance with her.” he faces you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “just never thought it would be like this.”

you offer him an apologetic smile. “i know, it might be a bit... uncomfortable. you can back out if you’d like. i promise hyuck and i won’t mind.”

shotaro’s head shakes, vigorously. “no, of course not!” he must realize how quick he was to deny your offer, making him suspiciously eager to be close to you as he immediately adds, “i mean, it’s good practice.”

you suppress a giggle. “sure thing. hyuck, should we get started now?”

the boy in question dramatically picks at his nails, acting as if he had been waiting on you both for hours. “if you guys are done flirting, then, yeah.”

you roll your eyes, shooting shotaro a mildly annoyed stare. he grins, finding it to be equally amusing as it is endearing. (what can he say, the faint pout that appeared on your face was cute.)

“shotaro, how about you get in position right behind her.”

shotaro obeys, making sure to leave a significant amount of space between the two of you. however, donghyuck doesn’t seem to approve.

“closer!” he commands. “the concept is intimacy, not social distancing!”

shotaro shuffles forward, pressing his front into your back. you can’t help but notice how firmly toned his chest is. curse his dancers body, you think.

“okay, now, lemme see your hands on her waist!”

you feel the breath of shotaro’s shaky exhale on the back of your neck as he obeys, sliding apprehensive hands around your midsection. there’s silence on donghyuck’s end and through the mirror you watch him observe the two of you, no doubt acting way more pensive than he truly is. you know he’s just prolonging your flustered state by keeping you in this intimate position with the younger boy.

although, shotaro himself might know it too, considering the fact that he begins to rub comforting circles into your sides that he’s currently gripping, as per donghyuck’s request, in an attempt to calm you down. you nearly melt right then and there. at the same time, you hope he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

donghyuck calls out your name, successfully startling you and putting an end to the peaceful atmosphere. “why don’t you go ahead and lean on his shoulder. just lay your head back nice and easy— good, very good! look at that chemistry!”

if you’re being sincere, reclining on shotaro feels way more natural and enjoyable than it should. he steadily holds you in place, almost as if he secretly wishes to never let go. you wouldn’t be completely opposed to the idea either.

“alright, last thing, guys! y/n, how about you hook your arm around shotaro’s neck?”

you do so, fingers brushing softly against his jaw. he shivers beneath your touch, erupting into giggles when you shoot him an odd stare.

“i’m ticklish,” he confesses, in a whisper.

you can’t help but smile widely. “is that so? hm, i might have to exploit that information sooner or later.”

“as long as donghyuck doesn’t find out,” he replies.

his comment certainly gets a chuckle out of you. “did you finally realize how evil he is?”

“if the torture he’s putting you through right now is anything to go by, then absolutely.”

“only a matter of time before it’s your turn,” you reply. you lean into his ear to add, “by the way, this is anything but torture for me.”

“hey! no whispering!” donghyuck reprimands.

for the first time, shotaro goes against the older boy’s orders to whisper back, “it’s mutual. if anything, i think this is the best thing i’ve done since i moved here.”

your heart melts at the sincere admission. you stare at shotaro in what you’re sure is a very obvious case of heart eyes. you’re taken aback to find that he, too, returns the lovesick look. perhaps he was immersing himself a bit too much in the intimacy concept...

“stop! pause! cut!”

you and shotaro (reluctantly) untangle yourselves from each other to face a seemingly unhappy donghyuck.

“can you guys please just focus on my instructions without falling in love with each other?” he pleads. “i mean, you haven’t even gotten out of the starting position yet.” he groans, exasperated. “actually, you know what, just take five.”

+

[2:03 pm] hyuck: good morning

[2:03 pm] nana: it’s 2 o clock in the afternoon but ok

[2:03 pm] hyuck: i just woke up, therefore it’s morning

[2:03 pm] shotaro: good morning :3 did u sleep well?

[2:04 pm] hyuck: i slept a wonderful 27 hours, thnx for asking!

[2:04 pm] yangx2: ?????? THERES NOT EVEN 27 HOURS IN A DAY IM SCREAMING

[2:04 pm] you: LOLLL WHY WAS HE HIBERNATING

[2:05 pm] renjun: i was just gonna ignore him but i am genuinely concerned now

[2:05 pm] shotaro: woww,, well at least you’re well rested now! :]

[2:04 pm] nana: shotaro, i am begging u not to encourage him

[2:04 pm] you: all it takes is one (1) supportive person and he becomes an unstoppable force of evil

[2:04 pm] shotaro: o_0

[2:05 pm] jeno: besides ur like the only other person here with common sense besides myself and maybe renjun. i can’t lose u to donghyuck :(

[2:05 pm] renjun: ykw i’m not even gonna argue with that

[2:05 pm] yangx2: yeah shotaro is a good guy™

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i hate u guys and ur goldfish attention spans

[2:06 pm] you: sigh what do you need hyuck?

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i want boba :(

[2:07 pm] you: that actually sounds really good but idk if it’s worth being around u

[2:07 pm] hyuck: i’ll pretend like u didn’t just say that <3 what if i paid?

[2:07 pm] you: ....

[2:08 pm] yangx2: LMAO HYUCK BEING NICE IS SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR

[2:08 pm] renjun: ikr it’s making me super uncomfortable rn

[2:08 pm] hyuck: can’t i do something nice for my friends? :/

[2:08 pm] jeno: no

[2:09 pm] nana: nope

[2:09 pm] yangx2: nah

[2:09 pm] renjun: absolutely not

[2:09 pm] you: never seen it happen before so no

[2:10 pm] hyuck: u guys are so fake :( shotaro do u wanna hang out with me? if u say no i’ll scream :)

[2:11 pm] shotaro: yeah i guess i could :]

[2:11 pm] renjun: oh this just got interesting.. i guess i could tag along

[2:11 pm] yangx2: me too, i gotta be there to record whatever happens

[2:12 pm] nana: i’m in

[2:12 pm] jeno: same

[2:12 pm] you: hhhhh okay fine.. only to ensure taro’s safety

[2:13 pm] shotaro: (^з^)-︎♡

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due to the fact that you believed donghyuck was going to try and officially initiate shotaro into your friend group with one of his infamous pranks, you decided to head to the boba shop. you hoped that if you showed up, you would be able to prevent whatever mayhem he had planned or at the very least, provide some damage control.

you pushed open the door to the quaint building, the bell dinging to announce your arrival. your eyes immediately lock onto the table in the far back since it was where you and your friends always sat — you had practically claimed it. you expect to see all the chairs filled but, to your surprise, only one person occupies the space.

osaki shotaro.

he beams, probably relieved to finally have some company in the otherwise empty shop. (after all, you weren’t sure how long he had been sitting there all alone.) nevertheless, you allow yourself to wonder — just for a second —  if maybe he was just that ecstatic to see you. the way he enthusiastically waves you over seems to be in favor of that theory. it’s almost confirmed when you reach he table and he pats the chair beside him.

you let out a soft laugh. “the whole table’s empty, ‘taro.”

“i know,” he admits. “i just really want you to sit next to me.”

you swear you could break down in tears simply from the way he’s looking at you; like you’re all he needs. it’s pure adoration.  you wonder if that’s how you look at him too. you can’t help but ask yourself if he, too, notices your longing stares.

you decide that you would be a monster if you denied shotaro his wish, so, you internally prepare yourself to sit next to possibly the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. yet, that proves to be difficult as said boy stands up to pull out your chair like the gentleman he is. you shoot him a grateful smile, mentally dethroning jeno as the most well-mannered person you know and passing the crown on to shotaro.

“so, how long have you been waiting for?” you ask, resting your elbow on the table and leaning into your palm to stare attentively at the boy to your right.

“actually, i only got here a couple minutes before you. we did agree to meet up here a quarter before three, right?” he asks, slightly confused.

you nod in confirmation. “honestly, i think we got set up.”

shotaro tilts his head. “really? why would they do that?”

“might have something to do with our ‘chemistry’,” you explain, quoting donghyuck.

the japanese boy’s mouth falls agape, as he comes to the realization. “oh, so they literally set us up.”

“mhm,” you agree, smiling ever so slightly.

shotaro must be paying closer attention than you thought because he picks up on your grin. “what’s with the smile?”

you shrug, feigning uncertainty. “i guess i just don’t feel so bad about being set up if it’s with a certain cutie i know.”

“oh?” he raises a brow, cheeks growing as he too mirrors your lovestruck look. “should i be worried about this guy?”

“certainly not,” you reassure him. “i’ve only got eyes for one.”

you see a faded tint of pink rush to his cheeks and you find it adorable how your confession flusters him. you can’t help but caress the supple skin as gently as possible. shotaro leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cup your own, almost as if he were holding you in place. after a couple moments of basking in the intimate moment, you retract your hand.

“maybe we should try and get hyuck to include that in the choreo, huh?” you suggest, a teasing smile on your lips.

shotaro chuckles, “sounds good to me. i might even ask if i can fill his position, too. if not, i just might get jealous.”

you playfully shove him and he raises his hands in surrender. you chuckle, grabbing one of the menus that litter the table, planning to offer shotaro some help choosing an item from the list that is surely unfamiliar to him but it seems something outside the window behind you has caught his focus instead.

“looks like we have an audience.”

you take a deep breath at his words, preparing yourself for whatever it is you’re going to see upon turning around. when you finally do, all you manage to catch is five heads ducking beneath the windowsill, in a weak attempt to not get caught.

“of course,” you nearly laugh. “they’re so predictable.”

shotaro seems to find the situation humorous as well, if his amused tone is anything to go by. “to be honest, we should be thanking them. they got us together.”

“oh, so we’re together now?” you inquire, raising a brow.

“w-well, i mean, if you want to. i-i definitely want to.”

“no need for stuttering,” you reassure him, reaching over to stroke that one ticklish spot on his neck. “to quote a very wise — and handsome — young man, ‘it’s mutual.’”

he smiles at his own words being recited to him. “i don’t know about you, but i think we should seal the deal.”

“interesting. how do you suppose we do that?” you ask with faux curiosity. you certainly had some ideas of your own.

“maybe... a kiss?” shotaro leans forward, eyes closed expectantly as he taps his cheek. you resist the urge to pinch his lovely, round baby cheeks. he peeks one eye open to add, “for the audience, of course.”

you giggle, completely and utterly love-struck by the boy before you. in fact, you are so enamored by him that you decide to go the extra mile and press a sweet, chaste peck to his lips.

it seems as if he himself didn’t expect it as his eyes snap open, hand coming up to cup his lips in shock. when he finally uncovers his mouth, you see there’s a dazed, giddy grin on his face that let’s you know the smooch was very welcome pleasant surprise.

your phones simultaneously go off, alerting you of incoming messages. it’s a given that it’s none other than the group chat.

[3:15 pm] nana: that smooch was romcom worthy i’m so impressed right now

[3:15 pm] jeno: shotaro is living proof that being a gentleman has its perks! everyone in this gc should take notes!

[3:15 pm] yangx2: HERE IHAVE THE VDIEO OF THE WHOELE THIGN IF ANYOEN WANTS IT

[3:16 pm] yangx2: attachment: 1 video

[3:16 pm] yangx2: SORURY FOR THE TYPSO MY TEARS ARE BLURRIGN THE KYEBIOARD

[3:16 pm] renjun: can we get boba now?

[3:16 pm] renjun: oh wait my bad, congrats to the new couple :-)

[3:16 pm] renjun: to celebrate they should pay for everyone’s drinks.. just a thought

[3:17 pm] hyuck: ur welcome, y/n and shotaro ;)

[mythiccheroacademia]

A/N: Thank you hottie❤️ Tumblr was fucking with the format, so I had to repost.  Anyways, I looovveee this request. I’ve been waiting to be in the right mood to write this. Like, jealous muscular himbos completely head over heels for their s/o? Sign me up.

Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this, sugar plum

All characters are 18+

Warnings: smut below the line!

Katsuki Bakugo:

SFW

bakugo doesnt get jealous

he usually felt secure in your relationship

yeah he got annoyed when kaminari would jokingly flirt with you

and yes, it made him angry when the dekusquad would literally stare at you with puppy dog eyes

and it pissed him off when kirishima suddenly became the funniest guy in the room when you were around

but he wasn’t jealous

how could he be? he’s bakugo katsuki

you agreed to go out with him. the strongest. the best. you couldn't get any better than him

right?

lmao no

the bigger the ego, the more fragile it was

bakugo doesnt handle jealousy well

there’s a small part of him that knows he can be an asshole

he’s not the most...affectionate person

but damn it, if he doesnt try his hardest for you

you notice that he gets quieter but his actions become a lot more aggressive

he’s glaring at anyone that smiles at you

it’s honestly scarier than his threats

forces you to hold hands

is suddenly into PDA??? when he kissed you in front of your friends you literally made a face

you didn't know what was up with him, but you were really confused when you told him to chill and he visibility wilted

once he came around to telling you that he wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to leave him, you were quick to reassure him

give him a couple kisses and rub his ego just a tad, and he’ll be back to normal

acts like he didn't just look like he was about to cry two seconds ago

NSFW

there are two things that happen when bakugo gets jealous

at first, he’s very rough and handsy

he likes to talk big and say things like

“imma fuck you up when we get home”

“you like when daddy does that, sweetheart?”

“kiss it right there, baby”

“youre mine. tell me your mine”

he’s doing everything he can to get you screaming and thrashing

he’ll go down on you for hours, leave you trembling, only to tell you that was a warm-up

there’s this dark look in his eyes when he’s pounding into you, gripping the headboard so he can angle himself in the best position possible

it’s like he’s trying to prove himself by wrecking you

in the midst of your fucking, just when you feel like youre about to pass out, bakugo’s head falls on your shoulder

he’s still thrusting into you, but it gets slower and deeper

needier

now it’s not just fucking

looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze and kisses the breath of out you

he can’t speak, too deep into your lovemaking to express how much he loves you

how he’s so scared of losing you

but you don’t need his words to understand

lock your legs around his hips and tell him how you’ll always be his and he will let out a moan that makes your toes curl

when you reach your high, it’s a vulnerable moment

lots of soft kisses and hugging

wont admit to the tears that sting his eyes but is willing to express his adornment for you through his embrace and aftercare

Todoroki Shouto:

SFW

todoroki doesnt have a lot of experience with jealousy

he knows what anger is

he’s felt insecurity

and he knows what it feels like to long for something or someone

but envy was a foreign concept to him

that was until he got into his first romantic relationship with you

don't get him wrong, he trusted you with everything

you gave him no reason to question your loyalty

and it never occurred to him that you would leave him for someone else because of how strong your love was for one another

however, his insecurities always got the best of him

he had a lot of baggage

he knew that

and when someone would approach you, someone that looked free-spirited and independent, he’d wonder if he was holding you back

even then, he can’t help but think that no one is worth the ground you walked on

not even himself sometimes

he never brings it up

but you notice that he started touching his scar a lot more

todoroki would try to act more extroverted thinking it would be better if he was livelier

youre deep talks about family matter diminished little by little

he tried to fill your comfortable silence with awkward conversation

you were so confused why your bf was acting so different

it took a couple attempts to get him to spill his thoughts

once he did, he’s stark quiet, looking away, fearing that you’d be so disappointed in him

but you just take his face in your hands and tell him

“you’re my whole world shouto. why would i ever give that up?”

he holds you in his arms for a long time after that

NSFW

behind his jealousy of onlooking eyes is a deep steed of low self-esteem

and you can feel it when you get intimate

he’s always looking to please you, but now he’s desperate, trying so hard to think of what will make you feel good

it makes you sad bc he already knows the answer to those questions

but he overthinks it

he’s noticeably shier

his touches are hesitant as he second-guesses himself

is continuously asking if you’re okay or if he’s doing it right

at one point, you have to take charge and push him down on the bed

“let me show you how much i want you. just you”

licks his lips as you kiss down his body

one of those guys that believes sucking his dick is a chore 💀

“you don't have to do that” face ass

so when you suck the soul out of him, he’s SPRUNG

would write a song about it if he could LMAO

quickly says he loves you before kissing you like the world depends on it as you ride him

twirl your hips in the way he likes and he’ll hiss out curses

run your hands through his hair and kiss his scar and he’ll give you such pretty moans

please tell him how beautiful he is and how much you love him

my mans will nut on the spot

after the first round, he regains his confidence and flips you on your hands and knees

before you even know what’s going on, he’s pounding into you, gripping your hips like a lifeline

now that he’s reminded that he’s your man, he spends the night realigning your spine

bc who could do it better?

Togata Mirio:

SFW

mirio is one of the most confident people ever

not only is he secure in himself, but he’s secure in your relationship

he knows he bagged a baddie

ofc people would be all over you

he couldn't blame them! i mean, look at you!

when people approached you, he usually let you handle it

if they were persistent, he would just put an arm around your waist

“you’ve got good taste, but they’re taken! sorry!”

it’s so wholesome that the other person can’t even find it within themselves to be upset

there was only one time he recalled getting genuinely jealous

it was during the time you two weren't exclusively dating

just going on dates to see how things went

at the same time, he overheard from your friend that your ex was trying to get back with you

when he heard that, he started sweating

it wasn't jealousy, but more like fear

he was determined not to lose you

not when things were going so well

mirio literally goes above and beyond on your dates

mans deadass learns how to cook all your favorite foods to bring to you

youre crying bc the seasoning was just *chef’s kiss*

brings you flowers at random times of the day

sends you pictures of things that remind him of you

you’re just soaking up all the attention

he’s always been an extra person so you didn't think much of it

it wasn't until you two were cuddling and watching a movie in his apartment that he confesses to you

“i know that i’m competing against history between you and your ex, but i want you to know that my feelings for you are strong, y/n. and i’ll do everything to prove to you that i can be the man of your dreams”

you stare at him before bringing him in for a kiss

“there’s a reason my ex is my ex”

“but--”

“just ask me to be yours already, mirio”

he didnt have to be told twice

NSFW

it was actually that same night that cuddling turned into something a little nastier

honestly, from then on, if you cuddled for more than 20min, there was a 99% chance yall end up fucking lmao

but that night, when he was kissing your neck and grinding his dick against you, he noticed your phone light up on the nightstand

you were too caught up in his fingers between your legs but he saw the text from your ex

it read: “i know this might be out of the blue, but would you wanna catch up over dinner sometime?”

now, mirio wasn't one to be spiteful

but he couldn't help but get a little heated

knowing your ex was trying to get back with you was way different than seeing it

a tiny switch goes off in his head and now he’s ready to make it known that you and him are together

you’re in heaven as mirio’s lips suck and nip at your neck and body

his head game is immaculate

turns you on your stomach so he can massage your back and ass before sliding into you

mirio holds your neck and gives you sloppy kisses as his hips swim into you

your phone lights up again and you can barely think straight when he gets rougher

starts pounding into you like he’s tryna put a baby in you whether it’s possible or not 💀

youre grabbing for anything you can hold as he starts whispering sweet nothings about how he’s gonna take care of you

whew...what a man yall 🥴

the entire time he’s wearing a shit-eating grin

bc he knows he won

might have accidentally sent your ex a voice recording of you moaning his name

oops

[drakenology]

Morning Sex - Tanaka Ryunosuke

author’s note: my first haikyuu work! yall really sleep on my baby daddy tho shhh dont tell bakugo im cheating on him . he’s so cute and funny and i’m loving haikyuu btw idk what was taking me so long to watch it. but yeah enjoy this little lazy day smut.

warnings: smut, domestic ass fluff, cunnilingus (i get the feeling tanaka’s godly with his mouthsjsjsksjdj), lazy sex

all characters underaged will be aged up to 18+

With a stretch and a loud yawn Tanaka was awake, sitting up in bed to see his sleeping girlfriend laying next to him. He grinned and laid back down next you, pulling your body closer to his as you slept. He loved when you slept over at his place on weekends and honestly he didn’t want you to go home. You yawn and rub your eyes, disturbed by his sudden pull. Tanaka slid his hands under your oversized t-shirt, making home of your breasts as he held them like two pillows and snuggled up to you.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said with sleep coating his voice. He starts massaging your boobs, running his thumbs along your nipples as you mewl and pull yourself out of sleep.

You giggle as he tickles your stomach, turning around to grab his arms. He laughs and turns himself around to climb on top of you. You sling your arms around his neck and look up at him to find him blushing. You smile and teasingly kiss his chin, unable to reach his mouth with how tall he is even leaning on top of you.

“Good morning, Ryu.” You say, caressing his neck down to his shoulders. He leans down to your neck leaving open mouth kisses on your exposed skin. You moan and instinctively shut your thighs to relieve the tension in your core. Tanaka notices and spreads them again, bringing his clothed length towards your now heatened pussy.

“Last night wasn’t enough huh?” He says right next to your ear.

“Of course not.” You laugh, lifting the long shirt to reveal your half naked body.

Tanaka looks down in amazement as if he’s never even seen your naked body. He leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, lightly pinching the other one. With your moans filling his ears and the sight of your body right before his eyes Tanaka can’t keep himself contained, his length now hard and poking at you to your delight. He starts to leave kisses trailing down to your belly button and then just above your now wet pussy. You squirm, wanting him to just touch it already. Tanaka smirks and takes his hand to rub your swollen clit, causing you to hiss and arch your back slightly. He starts licking your wetness, lapping you up as he pulled elongated and shrill moans from your lips as he devoured you. You’re panting now as Tanaka suckled lightly at your clit and slid two thick digits into your needy hole.

“Mmmm- Ryu! S-soo close-unghh!” you whine, your legs shaking violently as Tanaka seemed to eat your soul through your throbbing mound. Just before you release Tanaka stops, flipping you over on your side.

“I wanna feel that pussy cream all over me, babe.” He smirks, pulling his sweatpants down just enough for his impressive length to spring out against your ass. You whimper, missing his mouth on you only to be filled by Ryu’s thick cock. You whine, the stretch overwhelmingly satisfying as he rocked lazily into you. You both pant, Tanaka’s slow strokes becoming hard as moans and lewd sounds fill the walls for his bedroom. Thank god his roommates aren’t home. You squeak, a tight knot forming in the depths of your gut threatened to snap as Tanaka brushed lightly against your spongey g-spot.

“Like that, baby?” He asked. You answer with high pitched lewd moans and feverish nods of your head as Tanaka grabs your breast, now pounding into your needy pussy with purpose. You gasp for air, every stroke Tanaka gave snatching your breath away as you chase your orgasm.

“Ughhh I’m gonna cum, Ryu- ah!” You shriek, rubbing your swollen clit to help you get there.

“Go ‘head, baby. Cream on my dick. Ughh you’re so fucking good.” Tanaka choked out, almost unable to hold on himself. But you had to cum first. You always do. And you did with a loud gasp and strong guttural moan, your legs shaking more than ever before as you come undone on Tanaka’s dick. The feeling of you clenching on his was enough to send Tanaka over the edge, pulling out of you to cum all over your nice juicy ass. Tanaka slinks his arms around you for a moment, lazily cuddling you ad you remind him to clean you off. He laughs and jumps up to find a towel, you turning around on your stomach to let him wipe his seeed off you. You sigh and close your eyes, ready to fall asleep all over again.

“Y/n?” Ryu says, checking to see if you’re awake. And just like that you’re out like a light, sleeping in at around 11:30 am. Tanaka kisses your forehead and boots up his video game to play with Nishinoya online for a little while while you slept. He laid next to you in bed as he whisper-yelled to Nishinoya about the game and how much sex you two were having. You smile in your sleep and nuzzle up to his chest, letting Tanaka’s heartbeat comfort you as you slept on his chest.

“We might as well move in together, huh?” Tanaka asked Nishinoya while looking down at your sleeping face, giving you another in between matches kiss on the forehead.

“At this point, it’s like you guys already did!”

[clouds-rambles]

Just had a jimmy neutron brain blast-

Hear me out; modern au with xiao or childe but the reader is a videogame character (from genshin or some other game) that gets isekaid into xiao/childes world. Can be a head cannon or one shot, whatever you want to do! hope I'm not bothering you, have a nice night/day/evening!<3

Big brain moment!! Isekai is (in theory) one of my favourite genres I love the concept of just being stuck in an amazing new world. I blame that on my escapism lmao :)

Happy birthday Xiao! I might write something else for your today!

Hi 1k words of me rambling, hope it makes sense lmao

Pairing(s);  Xiao x reader

Warnings;

Keep reading under the cut!

You were just having tea with Morax when the feeling of falling had suddenly came over you. You try and reach out to the god before he disappears from view.

You land loudly on your feet and curse louder at the brief shooting pain through your leg. You take in the scene around you and you’re confronted by strange technologies that you go to touch the kettle like device before you hear someone trying their best to keep quiet. You take a step back from the kettle and summon your polearm.

“I can hear you, come out no” you order tapping the claymore on the floor in anticipation

“[name]?” the man questions revealing himself from the shadows of the room

“Not many know me by name mortal. So, pray do tell, how do you?” you ask staring the man down readying your polearm.

Xiao, a university student and a dance major. He’s been playing Genshin Impact casually for about two months now usually in the evenings when he’s not running through dance routines on campus. Xiao is a secluded an so his father, Zhongli, wanted to set Xiao up as comfortable as possible, if an apartment by himself was what he needed that’s surely what Xiao would get.

“I think you’re actually [name], from Liyue” he states bluntly. You nod

“Get to the point” you order pushing your claymore closer to Xiao’s face

“You’re from a game I play” he states bluntly

“Sorry, what”

It’s been a few days since you had fallen into this reality and you’ve settled in nicely into Xiao’s schedule. You had been lucky that you landed right at the start of Xiao’s holiday. He has tried to tell you about the things of this world, you haven’t understood much and the thought of so much population kind of scares you.

You feel like if Liyue was to look like this in a thousand or so years would you really feel at home there as you do now? Would a Liyue like this city need a yaksha like you? Would they need someone to protect them? You have to wonder if this was the reason why Morax gave up his mortality and godhood, perhaps he already saw a future like this...

You look to Xiao who had decided to go to the studio today as he twists into the music he’s dancing to and smile a little. Maybe being cast out from Teyvat isn’t all bad, you haven’t taken and enjoyed the company of mortals since you felt similar confines of mortality thousands of years ago.

At the other side of the studio there’s a clanging of a door being kicked open

“And who was going to tell me that my bestie has had a girl over all week?” the short man asks interrupting Xiao’s dance sequence

“It’s not like that Venti, and you know it” Xiao sighs putting his hands on his hips and staring down the friend

“Another mortal?” you ask standing up and leaning into the newcomers space

“Shit Xiao you never told me they look like [name]” he looks to the other with a laugh. You blink a few times

“I am the [name] you speak of, under normal circumstances humans don’t see me” you tell the man your brows tightly knitted together

“They’re not joking” Xiao tells the shorter man “It’s a long story that I won’t be telling you” he adds turning away from the two of you and puts the song back at the beginning

“So you’re really the yaksha [name]?” the man asks, you raise a brow at him and channel the power of anemo to shove a burst of wind in the mans face

“You think I need to prove it to you?” you ask with a chuckle “What’s your name human?” you ask looking down at the shorter man

“I’m Venti” he grins shoving a hand for you to shake, you don’t “I do music but if it’s artistic I do it” he adds. You nod.

“You know I was saved by a guy kind of like you millennia ago” you confess with a smile at the memory

“When you were overcome with nightmares right? By Barbatos?” Venti asks and you frown

“It unnerves me how much you know, and how much you freely speak about it” you confess looking to Xiao who’s restarted his dance routine. Venti giggles your words before watching Xiao again

“What’s it like there? In Liyue?” Venti asks, you chuckle at him and raise your brow

“Don’t you play the game?” you ask, Venti nods

“It’s not the same though” he argues and you sigh

You tell Venti about all your favourite places, you talk about what the Harbour is like during the lantern festival and what it’s like sitting with Morax to drink tea and your meetups with Ganyu to drag her out of burying herself in work

“Do you miss it?” Venti asks, and you laugh again and pat his shoulder

“I’m not sure your mortal brain can comprehend what I miss” you respond and walk outside.

Venti’s question weighs on your brain. Did you truly miss it? Sure you miss Morax and Ganyu, but really? The adepti are a dying breed, being here is probably better than being forgotten by Liyue, this world will never ask of you.

“Doing alright?” you hear Xiao ask from behind you, you hum in response “If Venti said something I can always beat him into shape” he adds with a chuckle at his humour. You shake your head and smile to Xiao

“Do you wanna see something cool?” you ask stepping closer to Xiao who takes a moment and then nods approving of your request. You stand behind Xiao, take his hands and with the power of anemo you start flying in the air

“This is how I get around Liyue” you tell Xiao in a hushed tone, he feels your breath brush against his ear

“Wow” he breaths, Xiao’s cheeks heat up a little as you float over the university campus. You close your eyes and continue to feel the pressure of Xiao’s body and the lightness of the anemo beneath your feet

“How do you feel?” you ask Xiao with a grin

“Is it odd to say I feel at home in the air?” he asks breathing in the air around him. He feels you shake your head behind him

“Visions are a complicated thing, I wouldn’t be surprised if people of other realities could resonate” you answer, you hold Xiao in the air for a little longer holding his presence. You notice Xiao taking in the scenery almost breathless.

“Xiao! [name]! We going for dinner or not?” Venti yells up to the both of you. Xiao jumps a little since he was so zoned out just floating in the air

“Dinner?” you ask as you descend

“Mm, Venti breaks into my apartment if I don’t eat dinner with him at least once a week” Xiao grumbles as you lower him onto the ground. You nod

“Goldet, the boss of the Inn I used to stay at would come up with almond tofu” you reply with a smile “I never liked it much but a close friend said it reminded him of eating dreams, it was my way of keeping close to him” you confess with a soft smile

“Almond Tofu is my favourite” Xiao informs you walking over to Venti

“He never shuts up about the Almond Tofu” Venti jokes patting Xiao on his shoulder, Xiao glares at the former. You smile at them and their friendship.

Dinner was nice, Venti recommended something for you to eat and you more than liked it. After dinner Venti parts ways with you and Xiao takes the both of you back to the apartment.

The two of you lounge on the couch, the telly plays some ridiculous late night tv show as the both of you sit. You find yourself leaning your head on Xiao’s shoulder a yawn escaping you. You don’t notice Xiao smile at you and close his eyes to relax with you. You close your eyes another yawn escaping you.

It isn’t often you have to sleep considering your immortal adepti status but sometimes, especially when extremely comfortable and relaxed, you find yourself dozing off.

Your dreams, when not getting infected with darkness, are filled with hopes of this new world you’ve found yourself and the new mortal companion beside you.

[empress-simps]

Hi I saw your post about haikyuu and you taking request, can I request an angst to fluff poly with kuroo and kenma, where kuroo and reader are dating and kenma really like reader so he confess then there's fluff,,,,, if you're not comfortable that's ok, thank you tho!

Ack im so excited for this- THANKS FOR REQUESTING! This is also my first ever poly fic and it might be a pretty long one since I kinda got carried away oop- I hope this is what you had in mind!👉👈

Idiot

Kenma x Gn!Reader x Kuroo (Poly)

Warnings: Angst with a fluff at the end to make up for it

Synopsis: Kenma tried to hide his feelings as he saw the two people he cares about is dating one another, but his pent up feelings made itself known.

"Tetsuroo!"

Kenma heard your voice echoing through the gym, he was just about to warm up as he puts his switch in his bag when he felt your presence.

"How many times have I told you to take a break!? You're sick!" You scolded their Captain, already changed from your uniformq into the Nekoma Volleyball Club's tracksuit as you pulled him by the ear.

"Im fine! I can totally play! Kenma tell Y/n!" He shouted for his friend, desperately trying to participate in the club activities.

Kenma couldn't really focus on what his friend was saying as his eyes were transfixed to you, taking in your features and just basking in your presence. All he managed to muster up is a nod and hum.

You sighed, shaking your head "Go home. Don't drag Kenma in this. I want you to rest, the sooner you get better the sooner you can play volleyball. Understand?" You spoke, voice laced with authority as you being their manager kicked in.

"Ughh, im so jealouuus! I want someone to care for me like that too!" Yamamoto sighed as they all looked at yours and kuroo's bantering frame. "Seeing how sweet they are makes me wanna throw up." He added as they saw their captain trying to woo you into making him play.

"Then who's gonna take you home? Just come with me-" Kuroo persisted but you just merely cut him off. "No. I'm not here just as your s/o but also the manager for the team. I need to perform my managerial duties as well as check up on them too, you know. I'll just go home with Kenma." You said, still not backing down. The entire Nekoma team still watching you both. Kuroo let out a huff and raised his hands. "Fine fine.. you win.." he grumbles as he grabs his bag.

You shot him a cute smile and waved as he left the gymnasium, "Love you tooo!" Once you made sure he already left, you turned towards what was left of the Nekoma Team.

"Now, have you all finished doing your warm- ups?"

Volleyball practice has come to an end as you found yourself walking alongside Kenma who was busy playing a game. The sound effects of the game fills the deafening silence between you two.

You glanced over him, taking in his features while he was completely unaware. Too focused in his game to even care about his surroundings, you sometimes even have to pull him when he was getting dangerously close to the lamp post or was about to trip over something.

Unbeknowst to you, Kenma was far from being focused. His mind was in shambles, thoughts darting back and forth in his head making him loose focus and actually getting defeated in the game. He tried his best to calm his nerves by gripping on his nintendo switch as he weighed the pros and cons if he was going to confess to you right now.

"Uh.. Y/n".

He called out softly, his eyes widened slightly. He was not meant to say that out loud. You stopped humming as you turned to your side "What is it Kenma?"

Kenma's eyes darting back and forth at his surroundings, trying to find the words to say as his voice got caught in his throat. You looked at him more closely, leaning to observe his features. "Kenma.. are you okay?" You said worriedly, putting a hand on the underside of his jaw to check the temperature.

Before Kenma could even stop himself, those words that he wants to tell you throughout the years you've known each other made it's way out of his mouth.

"I like you a lot."

It was like time has stopped, your hands went stiff as your eyes widened, you tried to play off your iitial shock with a laugh "Kenma, you wouldn't have stuck by me and tetsu's side if you didn't like us." You teased, trying to ease the akward tension between you.

"No, I love you."

At this point, Kenma wants to bash his head against a concrete wall. Since when did he ever got the balls to be bold?

Your hand found its way to your sides as your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to say, meanwhile he just stared at the luminescent light his game was giving off.

"Kenma..."

You started, unsure of what to say to the setter "I-i didn't know you felt that way.." You said softly, the feelings you had for him that is tucked away slowly resurfacing.

"It's fine.. You're dating Kuroo anyways.. I just.. felt the need to get it out of my chest." He waved it off, trying to act indifferent about it but what you didn't know was his heart was shattering as the uncomfortable silence grew between you both..

You took in a sharp breath as you stared up at the sky, trying to find the word to say between the setter and you. "Does Kuroo know about this?" You asked him, still looking up and avoiding his gaze.

You can't fall for him again, you already have the most caring and amazing boyfriend that happens to be his bestfriend.

"No. I don't know what will happen if I ever told him.." His voice growing softer by second, you finally grabbed his shoulders and looked at him.

"Kenma.. I don't want things changing between us, you already know im dating Kuroo and.. you're a great friend. I love you to bits okay?"

Kenma looked down as he tried to hide his tears, the words displayed on the device mocking him.

Defeat.

You sat in your bed, on the phone with Kuroo.

"Kenma.. He said something to me earlier." You started as you heard the shuffling of sheets from the other line. "And that is?" He asked a bit intrigued.

"He said he liked me." You dropped the bomb on the unsuspecting Kuroo, the line went silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. "You told me you liked him right?"

You looked down as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, "Yes." . Kuroo asked again, "Do you still have feelings for him?" You sighed "Tetsuroo.. I'm dating you now-"

"Just answer me."

The three of you grew up in the same neighbourhood, you became bestfriends with both and initially fell for Kenma. You didn't plan to tell anyone but Kuroo found out and pratically forced you to spill. A few years later you began dating Kuroo, him confessing and you accepting it. You thought your feelings for Kenma were long gone but here you are, back to square one.

"I thought I got over it.. but it resurfaced.." You mumbled, tearing up and hoping that a fight wouldn't ensue.

Kuroo sighed, "Okay."

You looked at your phone then pressed it up again on your ear. "Okay what?" Your voice laced with a little bit of panic.

"Okay."

"What do you mean okay Kuroo Tetsuroo!?" You asked him frantically, afraid he was going to end it with you over the phone.

"I just need time to think." He said as the line went dead. You dropped your phone beside your bed as you let a few tears fall.

The next few days had been rough, Kuroo wouldn't answer your calls and avoided you as you have been trying to avoid Kenma who is in the same class as you.

"Still not okay Y/n-chan?" Yaku walked alongside you as he checked over you. You sighed as you shook your head, eyes puffy from crying sessions you partake in the evening

"Kuroo didn't broke up with you over the phone did he? I'll wrangle hi-"

"I didn't, no reason to beat me up." The voice you know all too well spoked up as your posture stiffened, not looking back.

You felt him grab your wrist and lead you outside "Let's talk." Your breath hitched as you saw Kenma outside, by the looks of it, he was waiting for you and kuroo to show up.

"Now that we're all here, let's make things clear." Kuroo started, "Kenma and I have talked about it. Don't worry, we didn't fight or somethibg like that." He chuckled

"Since you both like us we came up with a solution.." Kenma said softly, eyes still not meeting yours. You kinda felt guilty for avoidibg him.

"Why don't you date both of us?" Kuroo asked, his hands finding it's way to Kenma's which definetly didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Do you guys like each other..?" You asked, still looking at their intertwined hands. "Yea, we talked about it and realized our feelings." Kuroo said as he held your haid and waited for a reaction.

You smiled and squeezed his hand "Good. I don't think I can date you both knowing you'll probably compete over my gorgeus self."

Kuroo laughed while Kenma has a small smile on his face "Kenma.. I'm sorry for ignoring you for the past days..please forgive me?" You asked, taking his hands to yours. What you didn't expect was a light kiss on the cheek, "I think you know the answer."

"Oya? What about me?" Kuroo pouted, asking for a kiss, Kenma complied but you just ran away, laughter echoing in the now empty halls.

"Y/n my kisseeeees!" Kuroo yelled after you, as you relentlessly teased him while running.

Kenma looked at his boyfriend and s/o while sighing, a small smile plastered on his face. What a bunch of idiots.

His idiots.

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[quiet-onset]

stw headcanons #2

Summary: Sam meets his match part 2, electric boogaloo

TW: NSFW content, do not interact unless 18+!!!, unprotected sex (just don't do it, guys), choking, allusion to overstimulation, slight degradation, slight d/s dynamic (switch!reader, dom!Sam), mentions of female-receiving oral and spanking

Wasn’t going to write a part two and this is kinda long for a headcanon but @pixieyosi asked for it and I always have sinful thoughts so here we go

The next time you both saw each other was at a group thing. Just a little movie night with Bucky, Sarah, and the boys

Neither of you tried anything risky— mainly for the sake of Sam’s nephews — but god if heated glances weren’t exchanged.

You both were only alone over when you went to get refills for the snacks.

Silently, you’d walked around each other easily, like you’d been doing this for years. Ignoring the tension. But when it came time to return to the living room, Sam pulled you close by the forearm.

“Wanna explain that video?” He whispered lowly to avoid being heard.

“Nope.” You just smiled, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth and walking away.

(Sam had to adjust himself in his pants before returning to the group, but he decided two could play at that game.)

Then, everyday for the next 2 weeks, Sam made it his mission to either A) piss you off enough to make you make a move or B) fluster you enough to make his own.

When you came to training sessions, his shirt would always find its way to the ground. He secretly reveled in the way your eyes were glued to his frame as he dragged the shirt down his sculpted torso, clearing himself of a layer of sweat.

Once while hanging out with Bucky, he notices your new necklace. He waited until Bucky went to the bathroom to compliment it. “Nice necklace.”

“Thanks, Wils—“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he slid one thick finger under the necklace, lightly tugging to pull you closer.

“I wanted a better look.” He chuckled at your wide, lustblown eyes, releasing his hold when he heard the bathroom door open.

Your breaking point was probably when you took pictures together. You were swaying as he kind of knocked you off balance while he stood behind you, a smile on his lips as he pulled you close with his arms around your neck.

Bucky shouted something staying still, so you went to plant your feet solidly on the ground.

But Sam pulled you close. Close enough to feel his hardened bulge digging into the swell of your ass. “You heard the man — stay still.” Sam said as he squeezed you tighter.

You both smiled for the camera, but you could feel your pussy throbbing the entire time.

Finally, at the end of the day, when Bucky decided to head back to his own place, you were both left alone. Leaning on his kitchen counter, you glared at him while he scrubbed at dirty dishes. “You must be really desperate, huh, Wilson?”

“Whatever do you mean, Y/N?”

“You have been trying to get me to slip for the last few weeks now.” You sauntered up behind him, pressing your front to his back. You chuckled when he paused for a split second before scrubbing at his last dish again, then a hand around to his chest. “All because of a little video?” You mocked.

“A little video.” He repeated to himself with a scoff. He tried to ignore your hand as it slid down his chest, over his abs, and down to his groin, cupping his erection through his grey sweatpants.

“Did you like the video, Sam?” You asked, squeezing his bulge. “Did you listen to it with your cock in your hand?”

Sam knew what you were doing, talking to him like that. After all, great minds think alike. You wanted him to break, to give into you nice and easy.

You continued to rub him through his pants as he finished with the final dish, teasing and mocking him all while he washed and dried his hands.

Then, without a second to spare, he spun around to face you and brought one strong hand to your throat. He backed you into the counter as you clutched at his wrist.

“You wanna talk about ‘desperate’? You sent me that video.” He caged you in with his body, giving you no choice but to look him in the eye. “I was happy with my hand and my imagination, used to get myself off thinking about you all the time. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You needed more than that. Needed me to know how bad you wanted me.”

Sam was amused by the half-panicked, half-aroused look in your eye. It was almost like you couldn’t believe you were losing this game.

The final push came when he slotted his leg between yours. You could feel his warm cock on your thigh as he pushed his own thigh into your pussy, making your hips buck involuntarily.

He chuckled at the whimper you failed to conceal, giving your throat another squeeze. “If you wanted something from me, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

It wasn’t long before he was taking you, right there in the kitchen counter. His hips slapped up against you with every thrust as he buried his hand in your curls, pulling you close to kiss you and swallow your every moan.

You felt him hitting your G-spot, arching your back as he buried his face in your neck, focused on holding off his own orgasm.

“You feel me, baby?” He groaned in your hair. “Feel me stretching out this tight pussy? Bet it feels better than your fingers.”

You tried to answer him, you really did, but all that came out were moans and whimpers. You hoped that the scratches on his back would suffice.

When he felt your cunt flutter around him, he knew you were close. He chuckled at your inability to speak before pulling you closer, hiking one leg over his shoulder.

He pressed into you, long and hard, and you let out a long drawn-out whine, your orgasm creeping up on you. “Don’t you want to come, baby?” He mocked, remembering your relentless teasing. “Want to squeeze my dick like a good little slut?”

“Please!” Finally, a word broke free that might help you.

“Well, since you’re so polite.” He chuckled, speeding up his thrusts again.

He aimed the head of his cock at your G-spot, hitting it every time without fail. Soon, you fell apart on him, trying and failing to squeeze your legs together.

Sam barely allowed you a break. He pulled you off the counter and spun you around, your ass facing him.

(Of course, he couldn’t stop himself from fulfilling his fantasy of spanking your ass until it was feathered with a deep shade of red under the brown.)

After spending a generous amount of time on his knees, licking through your folds and sucking your clit till you could barely stand, he slid his cock into you once more.

“Y’know,” He grunted as he pulled you up by the hair, wanting to make sure you heard him, “For someone who prides herself on getting what she wants, it didn’t take long for you to give in to me, did it?”

“A hand around your throat and my cock against your thigh was all it took?”

“Maybe you were looking for someone to use you.”

“Not someone.” You choked out as your pussy squeezed around him, a reaction to his filthy words. “Just you, only you.”

Sam let out a deep chuckle at that, a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer, arching your back just a bit more as he plowed into you. “That’s a good girl. My good girl, yeah?”

That was when the begging started. He knew what you were begging for, but he wouldn’t give it to you until you said it. “Just ask me, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.”

Tears began to fill your eyes as he reached his other hand around to rub your clit in slow circles, a sharp contrast to his rough thrusts into your wet, pulsing heat aimed at your G-spot. “Please, I need to come! Wanna come while you fill me up.”

“What a good girl, askin’ for what you want.” He praised, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. He felt his own orgasm coming fast, his balls tightening with every thrust into your heavenly cunt. “C’mon, come all over my dick, baby. Milk my cock with your pussy.”

You weren’t sure when your orgasm hit, but the white-hot pleasure practically blinded you, made more intense by the fact that Sam hadn’t stopped thrusting.

One breathtaking orgasm strung into another as your knees began to buckle. He held you up through his last few rough thrusts before his cock twitched inside you, shooting his come deep inside your pussy while you shuddered around him.

His groans and deep, slow thrusts that pushed his come back into you made you whimper as he placed open-mouthed kisses across your back.

“I know we did this backwards,” He said in between deep breaths, “But I would really like to take you on a date.”

You let out a breathless laugh, “As soon as I can walk again, we can go wherever you like, Sammy.”

[johnkrrasinski]

burning desire;

full masterlist

Pairings: Ari Levinson x reader x August Walker 

Word count: 2,779

Warning: SMUT!!!! familial sex (step-uncle & niece), threesome, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol. 

Summary: your step-uncle, ari levinson, brought a friend, august walker to his house one night during you stayover and things heated up real fast. 

a/n: this idea popped into my head out of nowhere and i just had to write it immediately. (my other wips are sobbing so hard right now) enjoy! please leave a comment & like. 

The mid-August air feels clammy on your skin, and the daylight glared brightly into your eyes, but thank the heavens that you were clad in nothing but your pastel pink bikini and your eyes were protected by your heart-shaped sunglasses. you always loved basking in the sun in uncle Ari's pool in his massive backyard. Your parents were currently out of town for business matters, as they always were and when they were away, you always stayed at uncle Ari's place.

His place was only thirty minutes away from your parents' house and you always loved coming over to his house. What's not to love? The fact that it was just as huge as your parents', designed grandiosely and located in a secluded area made you wish you could just move here. Not that your parents' was any less palatial but- okay, honestly, your parents' house was just as fancy and you were the princess ruling your little castle, so what was really the reason that you wanted to move here so badly?

If you're being honest to yourself, it was because of your ridiculously good-looking uncle. Seriously, the man had no right to be that attractive at that age. He was nearing his 40's and he could still make every woman in his path weak on the knees. His cerulean blue eyes, the thick beard and those ripped muscles never ceased to make a particular part of your body tingle when he is nearby. It wasn't helping either that he'd touch you so close to the part where you wanted him the most when you two were alone, or that he would speak in a really low tone by your ear, causing you to shiver. And you definitely didn't miss those flirty glances when he thought you weren't watching or when you were dressed in something a tad provocative.

It was as if you were playing a secret cat and mouse game that you were both aware of and you both kept playing but no one dared to admit to partake in it or put it to an end by making a move. The tension in the dining table when your parents invited him to come over for dinner or when it was just the two of you watching a film on the couch and you would lift your legs and fold them so your bare thighs would be displayed for him (which you would pretend you weren't aware of its effect on him.)

You were lost in your daydreams of him tearing that bikini off your body and fucking you rough in this pool as the water splattered around you when you heard his voice.

"Enjoying yourself?" his smirk was smug as if he could see the pornographic movie that was playing in your head.

"Uncle! give a girl a warning, will you?" you tried to maintain your composure, not wanting to show him the wet stain in your thong.

He walked closer to you and crouched down to your level. "Didn't wanna disturb you, you looked so relaxed, I thought I'd give you a few more minutes." Was he watching you? How long had he been standing there? "I got a friend coming over tonight, to watch the game. Just wanted to let you know."

"it's your house uncle, you don't need my permissions to have a friend come over." You chuckled.

"I wasn't asking for permission sweetheart, I was just informing you so you wouldn't be startled to see a stranger in the living room," he stood back up. "I got some errands to run. I'll see you tonight." you scoffed. Curt and enigmatic as always.

You were lounging in the room that Ari specifically spared for you. There were six bedrooms in his house alone and five of them were empty. He figured you must have your own personal space every time you visited. You walked to the kitchen to grab some snacks when you were stopped by Ari’s voice calling your name.

“C’mere, say hi to my friend, August.”

The sight of the man sitting on the couch next to your uncle stopped you in your tracks. My God, he looked like a Greek god. His sleek black hair was combed to the side and moustaches weren’t your thing but damn, he rocked it so well. His blue eyes took your breath away as he smiled at you and shook your hand.

“Oh, so you’re the friend uncle told me about.”

“Well, your uncle here doesn't have that many friends so I might be the only friend of his you’ll ever hear.” oh, the things his voice is making you feel…

You chuckled, “well, I don’t wanna be a bother. You guys are watching the game, right? I was about to grab some-”

“No, of course not. Come, sit. We can all enjoy the game together, right?” He took a sip of his beer.

“I’m not really into-”

“We insist.” His tone left no room for argument.

“…okay, I guess.” August and Ari made a room on the couch for you so you sat between them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. A million scenarios were going through your head right now. The image of being sandwiched between these two bulky men with your clothes off was making you uneasy. You were only wearing a big loose shirt that barely reached your mid-thighs. You weren’t wearing any undergarments except a black lace thong because it was summer and petit clothing items were all you packed. (Not like you were trying to impress a certain person, not at all.)

“You want one?” August offered you a drink. “Yeah, sure.” You were an adult now so what’s the harm in one? Your parents were thousands of miles away and it wasn’t like you had to worry about dealing with the hangover in the morning.

August put his arm on the headrest, behind your head and it made your breath hitch. You put your leg over the other to cover the arousal growing in your extremely minimum underwear. Ari took a sip of his beer and then spread his legs and the side of his thigh graze yours and you were growing hotter every second. It was as if they could sense your arousal and fooled around to rile you. You had to take control over your breathing but it was getting more challenging every passing minute.

“So, y/n, what are your plans for college?” August broke the silence.

“I actually am in college. I’m currently in my second year and I always come home during summer.”

“Oh, you certainly don’t look like any older than nineteen. My bad.”

“It’s alright, uncle.”

“August is fine.” He was watching you intently as if he was paying attention to every detail on your face. What was he looking for?

“What are you studying?”

“I’m in fashion design.”

“Suits you.” He winked, retreating his arm from the headrest, to open another bottle of beer.

August asked you several questions about yourself and you answered every single one. After a couple more bottles and the soothing sound of the TV, you found yourself getting drowsy. It felt nice being in the presence of these two beautiful men so you let yourself drift away. You didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep on Ari’s shoulder. When Ari called your name in a low voice and you didn’t open your eyes, Ari and August looked at each other and were ready to execute their plan.

Little did you know Ari had been talking about you to August for months. Who was he kidding? Of course, Ari was attracted to you. You were hot, young and promiscuous. Also, something about the fact that you were his brother's stepdaughter turned him on even more. He and August had been friends since college and they shared a lot of things ever since. They had many hookups with women whom they shared with. They were also business partners of a company that had bestowed them a lot of fortune. Hence Ari’s swanky place and the fact that he stayed single throughout all these years. He was never the ‘settle down’ type. He never told you about his business partner, you only knew that he existed, you just didn’t know his identity.

August sniffed your scent on your open neck, and the vanilla smell turned him on. He began to spread your legs and caressed your thigh until he reached your underwear. He chuckled when he felt the delicate material on his fingers, “she’s practically begging for us to fuck her brains out on this couch.”

“You should see what she wears every day in this house, it’s like she wants me to pounce on her,” Ari replied.

“She’s soaked. She should’ve just asked, we would’ve obliged immediately.” August rubbed you in circular motions through your thong and when he felt you growing wetter, he pushed your panties to the side and inserted two fingers into your entrance.

You gasped in your slumber, feeling something scissoring you open but your head was too fuzzy to figure out what was happening. August curled his fingers and stroked your G-spot and your breathing became ragged. You began to stir and mumbled under your breath. Your brows furrowed and when August’s fingers moved faster in and out of you and Ari began fondling your breasts through your thin shirt, your opened your eyes.

“Uncle Ari…”

“Shh, just sit back and enjoy, sweetheart. We’re gonna make you feel good.” He whispered sultrily in your ear. You whimpered when August’s thumb circled your clit, causing your head to spin. “God, you’re so hot. I’ve been waiting to put my dick into this tight pussy for months now.” August whispered in your other ear.

Your hand went into August’s wrist, needing to hold onto something. You knew this was wrong, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell them to stop or get up and run to your room. Ari’s hand went to your jaw to turn your head to him and kissed you with fervently. He licked your bottom lip and you made room for his tongue to tangle itself with yours. You were making out on the couch with your uncle as his friend had his knuckles buried deep in you.

You felt your muscles tightening and then the dam broke, making a mess all over August’s fingers. He watched your expression as you hit your peak. The image of you losing your mind sent electricity right to their cocks and they were eager for more now. They couldn’t wait to see the face you were going to make when they gave you a bigger one.

You thought they would at least give you a few seconds of repose after the onslaught but you should’ve known better. You knew that Ari was a hustler when it comes to what his heart desired. And now, his body yearned for you and he didn’t waste any time in undressing you from the scanty garments you had on.

August sucked on the sensitive spot of your neck, leaving little love bites here and there before biting the spot where he wanted to mark you. You bit your lip at the thought of parading around Ari’s house with those sensual bruises reminding of the sinful act the three of you committed last night. You didn’t think as far as how you were going to act around Ari now after tonight but you were surely hoping that this wasn’t a one-time thing.  

Ari was still possessing your mouth with his, his plump lips felt soft on yours and they tasted even better than your fantasy. Ari pulled his lips away from yours and looked at his partner, “should we do doggy or missionary?” Ari asked as if you weren’t there at all.

“Missionary, I wanna see those tits bounce,” he smirked against your skin.

“Fuck yeah,” Ari keened.

They began stripping and you couldn’t help but watch. My God, they were sculpted to perfection by the hands of God themselves. The sweat on their skin made them glow from the ray of the TV. They pulled down their pants and their massive cocks sprung free and you could’ve come right there. Their packages were impressive, would they even fit inside you? You were drooling at the sight and you needed them to fill you up right now or you were going to explode.

“Lay back,” Ari commanded.

You did as he said and folded your legs to make room for Ari. The couch was large enough to fit two more people in here but you needed them as close as possible. Ari knelt on the couch and August was above your head. They both began stroking themselves as they kept their eyes on your naked body. Ari was staring at your drenched pussy and August imagined spurting all over your breasts.

“Open your lips, little girl.” You obliged and August pushed the tip of his cock into your lips and he pushed deeper until the tip hit the back of your throat. You looked up at him staring down at you with a predatory look. Ari pushed his cock into your entrance and your tight walls welcomed him with open arms causing him to throw his head back and groaned.

Ari had his hands on your thighs to keep them apart and he began pulling out until only the tip was left in you and pushed back vigorously like he was trying to invade your body. August began moving at the same pace, and he groped your breasts, pinching the nipples. The sting elicited a moan out of you, causing a delightful vibration flowing in his bones.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as I imagined,” Ari grunted. Your warmth wrapped his girth and he pounded into you as your breasts jiggled from the rough pounding. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders so he could delve deeper. He impaled the spot that made you forget your name and you clenched around him. The squelching noises that your pussy made blended with his pre-cum were lewd.

August grunted as you took him in your mouth as much as you could. You struggled to control your breathing with Ari ramming into you mercilessly and August’s size intruding your throat but you were getting off on it. You felt every inch of them inside you, the velvety skin and the raw taste were intoxicating. You hollowed your cheeks and let August use you. Let them both use you like a rag doll.

Soon, you were both moving in sync as the couch squeaked due to the impetuous action happening on it. Ari accelerated, chasing his own orgasm and you pulsated. The familiar pressure forming once more, ready to burst any second now. His cock throbbed and you tightened around him. A few more deep-seated thrusts and he came undone, painting your walls with his hot cum and filling you up so well.

You fell apart beneath him as well, moaning in ecstasy around August. If you weren’t muffled by his cock, you would’ve screamed so loud. You trembled and your legs shook. He pulled out of you and watched his juices leak out of you. The soreness between your thighs was pleasant and you were completely spent from Ari alone but you were definitely satisfied. If only your parents could see the blasphemous act you and your uncle had just committed. And you weren’t even finished yet.

August chased his own climax as well, needing to release the tension in his muscles. Profanities fell from his lips as he released on your tongue and you swallowed every drop of him. You were a sweet tooth but his salty taste had you addicted. You whimpered and panted on the couch, hoping that one of them would give you a warm bath to clean you up and bring you to your comfortable bed and wrap you in your blanket but then,

“We’re not done yet, princess.” August and Ari switched places and now August was kneeling between your legs while Ari was above your head. God, you were so worn out, you didn’t know if you had any more energy left in you to take them again. “You’re all ours tonight. And we’re gonna keep playing with until we’re satisfied. And trust me, we are far from being satisfied.” August whispered huskily in your ear as his raging hard cock penetrated you and Ari pushed himself through your opening lips and you could taste yourself on every inch of him.

Looks like it was going to be a long night.

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Truth or Dare in Gym 3 - Gym 3 Squad

The (big) gym 3 squad plays truth or dare. That’s literally it. BokuAka. Mentions of Tsukiyama. Implied YakuLev, KuroKen, Kagehina, but they’re not actually together in this fic so

They were absolutely wiped out from their three-on-three, slumped against the wall of the gym as they tried to catch their breath.

“You guys wanna do something fun?” Bokuto asked, still working on catching his breath from the intense game.

“Like?” Tsukishima asked.

“Truth or dare~” Kuroo suggested, pushing some of his sweaty hair out of his face. “We can do it while we cool down.”

“No.” Tsukishima stood up. “I’m good-“

“But Tsukishima! It would be fun!” Hinata whined, grabbing onto the middle blocker’s arm and attempting to pull the much taller boy back onto the floor of the gym.

Tsukki wasn’t budging. “This isn’t working, you know,” he said simply.

“I guess if you don’t play I’ll have to reveal the blackmail Kenna’s been collecting of you,” Kuroo shrugged.

“The what?”

“You can believe me or you can take that chance, up to you.”

Tsukishima sat back down in the circle. “Fine. But we can’t play for long—we have to get to bed soon.”

“Yay!” Lev cheered, lifting his arms up in triumph, as though he had done anything to convince the boy to stay in the first place.

“But you know how there’s always that person that only does truth,” Bokuto complained, glancing slightly at Akaashi, trying to make it discreet (and failing). “I don’t wanna have that happen.”

Akaashi rolled his eyes playfully. “Okay. How about everyone does two rounds - you have to do one truth and one dare. Your choice when you’re asked is mainly if you trust the person asking to give you a dare or not.”

“You’re a genius ‘Kaashi!”

“Oo!” Hinata squirmed in his seat. “I’ll go first!! Bokuto! Truth or dare?”

“Hmm, let’s start out easy with a truth!”

Hinata puffed out some air—he was obviously hoping for a dare—and took a minute to think. “Okay! Who’s your best friend in this group?”

Silence. Bokuto glanced between Kuroo and Akaashi, the two boys to the side of him. Then he looked back at Hinata. “Can you give me another one?” He pouted. “I can’t answer that.”

Tsukki rolled his eyes and grumbled something, but the other boys ignored it, trying to come up with another truth so Bokuto wouldn’t be sad by having to choose a favorite friend.

“Got it! Who on Karasuno do you think is the most intimidating?” Classic Hinata always thinking of volleyball.

“Oh, your captain, for sure!”

Kuroo nodded solemnly in agreement. “Dude freaks me out sometimes.”

“...Daichi does?” Hinata asked, tilting his head in confusion. Daichi was such an encouraging leader, he never even thought of him as intimidating.

“Definitely. When his gaze gets all cold...” Bokuto shivered. “He’s scary, dude.”

Hinata laughed, as did Tsukishima shockingly. “Guess I never thought about it that way,” the ginger said, shrugging.

“Anyways! My turn to ask now. Tsukki! Truth or dare?” Bokuto asked, pointing his finger at the blonde.

“Still Tsukishima, and truth. I don’t trust a dare from you.”

“Booo,” Bokuto pouted. “But okay. If my team were to play Kuroo’s in an actual match, who do you think would win?”

Tsukishima paused, glancing between the two captains, trying to assess what he had seen of their teams the past few days before coming up with his answer. “Fukurodani.”

“Ughhh, why?” Kuroo grumbled.

Tsukishima pointed to Kuroo. “You’d spend the whole match trying to outsmart Bokuto. But he’d catch onto it immediately and shut it down,” he pointed to Akaashi. “Kenma might be able to outsmart Akaashi, but you’re too proud to ask for help.”

“You’re scary Tsukishima.” Lev blurted out. Tsukishima just glanced his way, a blank look on his face.

“Anyways. Kuroo. Truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna trust you to start out the night with the first dare!” Kuroo said excitedly. “Don’t make me regret it.”

He regretted it immediately once he saw the widening grin on Tsukishima’s face. “Go ask one of the coaches for a condom.”

Kuroo buried his face in his hands, embarrassed. “What’s the aftermath for backing out of a dare?”

“Death.” Tsukishima replied seriously.

Kuroo groaned, then got up, walking out of the gym to find the coaches with the other boys in tow, excited to watch this play out.

There they were, drinking in one of the rooms. He knocked quietly, making his way in. “Uhh, could I steal Karasuno’s coach away for just a second?” He asked awkwardly, unable to look any of the coaches in the eye. Coach Ukai smiled and followed him outside the room to the hall, where the other boys were eavesdropping around the corner.

“Uh, sorry to bother you!” Kuroo blurted out.

“It’s fine kid. What’s up?”

“Uhm,” Kuroo pulled on the collar of his shirt. It was getting hot in there, probably from all the nerves. “Do you have a c-condom?”

Absolute silence for a second. Kuroo could feel himself dying on this inside and the boys had to fight to hold back their snickers.

“Sure.” Coach Ukai pulled out his wallet, pulling out a condom and handing it to the captain. “Is that all you need?”

“Uh, yup.” Kuroo gulped. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” the coach waved to the student then walked back in to join his fellow coaches.

The other boys rounded the corner, laughing their asses off.

“That was awful!” Kuroo whined, his face bright red. “I highly recommend nobody accept a dare from Tsukishima ever again.”

“Wah, wah.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes. The boys started walking back towards the gym. “Anyways, you get to ask next.”

“Chibi-Chan, truth or dare?”

Hinata’s back straightened as he finally got picked to go. “Dare!!” He exclaimed. Kuroo stopped in his tracks.

“Okay. While we’re still in the dorm area, I dare you to go in, ask Kenma for his PSP, then just leave with it.” Truth be told, Kenma always played the game long into the night. If Kuroo tried to take it away, there’d be hell to pay. But maybe Kenma would give in for Hinata.

“Alright! That’s not too bad.” Hinata started to skip towards the Nekoma dorm where the students were saying. The light was still on, signaling that all the players were still awake.

Hinata opened the door shyly, sneaking in but leaving the door open a crack so the boys could eavesdrop.

“Hey Kenma!” Hinata exclaimed as he walked over to the boy, his face still buried in the game.

“Oh, hey Shoyo. I thought you were practicing late?” Kenma asked, glancing up from his game to look at him.

“Oh yeah, but I got bored. Hey, I’m trying to figure out what games to get on my PSP. Can I borrow yours and see what all’s on it?”

“Sure thing,” Kenma handed him the gaming console.

“Thanks!” Hinata cheered, making a quick exit out the door with the device. He shut the door behind him and held it up triumphantly, handing it to Kuroo.

“Easy one.”

“Well, it’s never easy for me,” Kuroo chuckled. “He may actually be able to get some sleep tonight, thanks.”

“So it’s my turn?” Hinata asked as the group made their way back to the gym.

“Yup!” Kuroo answered.

“Kuroo. Truth or dare? Remember...”

Tsukishima grinned. “It has to be truth.”

“Okay, okay. I don’t like the feeling I’m getting but... truth it is.”

Hinata stopped, pulling the guys closer to him so he could keep his voice low. “Have you ever asked Kenma on a date?”

“What!?” Kuroo’s face turned bright red. “No! We’ve been friends for forever.”

“Yeah and? Same for the Great King and Iwaizumi but that didn’t stop them,” Hinata said simply, shrugging. A majority of the boys had no clue who he was talking about, but just figured it was one of the many people Hinata had befriended.

“He doesn’t like me like that!”

“You never know Bro!” Bokuto encouraged him, patting his back. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Silence.

“He doesn’t like him back and things get awkward,” Tsukishima answered truthfully.

“That! Exactly!” Kuroo exclaimed.

“I think you’d be fine. Kenma isn’t the type who’d hold a grudge over something like that if he doesn’t feel the same,” Akaashi explained, shrugging.

The group make it back to the gym, sitting against the wall. “Well, let’s put a pin in that for now. Lev, truth or dare?”

“Dare! Dare!”

Kuroo had an evil grin on his face. “Bad choice.”

“I take it-“

“Nope.” Kuroo got up and glanced out the door of the gym. “Perfect timing. Go out there, pretend to be sad, and ask Yaku for a hug.”

Lev’s mouth dropped open. “Do you want me to die?” He whined. “Yaku San will MURDER me!”

“A dare’s a dare,” Bokuto shrugged, pushing Lev to stand up and stumble towards the door. The boys all followed, standing in the doorway to watch the scene take place.

Lev forced tears to form in his eyes, biting his lip hard to get his eyes to water from pain. There was no way this would work. “Yaku San,” he whimpered, making his way over to his elder. Yaku was walking back to the dorms to call it a night.

Yaku turned to face him. “Lev? I thought you were practicing?”

“I was but...” he frowned. “Yaku San... can I have a hug?”

“What? Why?” Yaku’s eyes scanned the taller boy’s face, trying to find a smirk or anything to prove that Lev was pulling his leg, but nothing was there. He just looked... sad.

Lev flopped down onto his knees. “I’ve been practicing so hard and I just... can’t get it.” He ran a hand through his hair. Was this even acting anymore? What he’s saying felt true. “It’s frustrating. I feel like I’m not getting any better.”

Yaku rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around the now-shorter-than-him Lev. “Don’t tell anyone about this,” he grumbled. “But you are getting better. I can tell. I promise.”

“You mean it Yaku San?” Lev asked, his eyes shining as he looked up at the boy. “Thank you!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Yaku pulled Lev’s collar, pulling him close. “If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

“You’re the best Yaku San!” Lev exclaimed, running back to the gym to tell the boys about his successful dare.

Lev entered the gym, but was cut off before he could even open his mouth. “We saw. Please don’t talk about it. I never want to talk about it again,” Kuroo looked pale, shocked to see his teammate showing his soft side.

Lev rolled his eyes. “Fine. Bokuto, truth or dare?”

“I love that nobody’s asked Akaashi yet,” Tsukishima pointed out.

Kuroo shook his head. “Akaashi’s dares are probably even worse than yours. We couldn’t give him that power.”

“You’ll have to eventually,” Akaashi shrugged.

“Anywaus! I already did a truth, so dare!” Bokuto said excitedly, pulling the attention back to him.

“Okay, okay.” Lev smiled to himself. “I’ve seen this around online. So I dare you to play the pocky game with Akaashi!”

“The pocky game?” Hinata asked, turning his head in confusion.

“Yeah!” Lev felt around in his pocket, pulling out a pack of pocky. “You put one side of the pocky in you mouth and the other in someone else’s, then you see who eats the most.”

Hinata’s eyebrows raised. He didn’t really get it, but he figured he would once they played it.

“Akaashi?” Bokuto asked, looking over at the setter. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“It’s fine, but it should count as a dare for me too.”

“That’s fair,” Kuroo nodded. “Go on ahead then.”

Lev pulled out a pocky stick, handing it to Bokuto. Bokuto gently held out the stick towards Akaashi, who opened his mouth and let Bokuto put the end between his teeth. Then Bokuto followed suit, cheeks bright red, trying not to get too close to Akaashi quite yet.

But then the game begun, and they had to get closer to one another. Bokuto hates losing, but Akaashi hates it even more. Akaashi didn’t give in, letting his lips press against Bokuto’s as he took the last bite to win. He bit the piece off then pulled away, a bright grin on his face. “That’s a win for me, Bo.”

“Trust me, that was a win for him too,” Tsukishima teased, picking up on the dazed dreamy look in Bokuto’s eyes. “Akaashi, maybe you should go, since he’s in another dimension right now.”

“Okay. I’ll even be nice. Lev, truth or dare?”

“It has to be truth, right?”

Akaashi nodded. “Who at this training camp, not including your team or those of us right here, do you think you’d get along with best?”

Lev paused, taking a minute to think. “Hinata and Tsukishima’s little blonde manager! She seems so sweet.”

Tsukishima shook his head. “She’d be terrified of you.”

“She gets nervous around tall people,” Hinata explained. “But I think you two would get along well once she got over that!”

“Oo! You should introduce us at some point then. I need a new best friend!”

The room fell silent once again.

“...Bokuto? I think you have to go now, since I already told two dares,” Lev said awkwardly.

“Oh yeah! Kaashi counted as a dare too. Well then... I have the perfect question.” Bokuto’s eyes lit up as he turned to his setter. “Akaashi, truth or truth?”

Akaashi rolled his eyes playfully. “Hmm... I’ll have to go with truth.”

“Perfect! Did you want to play the pocky game with me?”

“What?” Akaashi’s ears turned a very light shade of pink.

“You know, did you want to?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t a bad dare at all.”

Bokuto frowned. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Okay... yes, Bokuto San, I wanted to play the pocky game with you,” Akaashi admitted, refusing to meet Bokuto’s eyes.

“Akaashi!” Bokuto squealed, pulling him into a hug, swinging him back and forth. “You’re so cute!”

“Okay, okay, but... I need to ask a question now, Bo...”

Bokuto let him out of his tight embrace, but scooted closer so that he could rest his hand on top of Akaashi’s. Akaaahi’s face had still not calmed down from the bright red flush that had risen on his cheeks from Bokuto.

“I’m not taking this alone. Tsukishima. Truth or dare?”

“You’re screwed,” Kuroo whispered under his breath.

Tsukishima frowned. “Dare.”

Akaashi turned to Hinata. “What’s the name of the boy with the freckles on your team?”

“Yamaguchi?”

“Him.” Akaashi turned to Tsukishima. “Ask him on a date,” he dared, a small smirk on his face.

“I-“

“Tsukki!? You like Yams?” Hinata gasped.

“I knew you weren’t the brightest...” Tsukishima muttered. He pulled out his phone. “Can I just call him? He’s probably ready for bed by now.”

“You two know each other’s schedules. How sweet,” Kuroo gushed.

Tsukishima called Yamaguchi, putting it on speaker.

“Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked. “You still practicing?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’ll be back soon. But I had something to ask you...”

Lev started laughing, and Kuroo clasped a hand over his mouth to conceal the sound.

“Okay? You’re freaking me out.”

“Will you go on a date with me? Once we get back home?”

The line went silent. Then Yamaguchi started laughing. “You called to ask that? Of course I will.”

“Great. I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay! See you then! Love you!”

Tsukishima sighed deeply, glaring at the boys around him who stared at him in disbelief. “...Love you too Yams.”

He hung up, pressing his face into the palm of his hands. “Don’t talk.”

The boys burst out laughing. “Love you too Yams,” Hinata cooed.

“You guys are dating!?” Bokuto exclaimed. “You never told me.”

“We never told anyone. It was pretty obvious though,” he shrugged. “Anyways, Yams is waiting for me. Last one. Hinata, truth or dare?”

“Truth, I guess, but go easy on me.”

Tsukishima scoffed. “Oh, no way. Not now that you know about Yamaguchi and I. So? Do you like the King?”

“The King...?” Kuroo asked.

“Kageyama? Of course I like him! Wait- do you mean like, I like him like he’s a good setter, or I like him like we hang out and watch tv on the weekends, or I like him like sometimes I can’t focus when we play because his hair sticks to his forehead and frames his face so pretty and his skin just glows and he makes eye contact with me before he spikes but his eyes are just so pretty and that’s why I’ve had to close my eyes when I spike-“

“No. Nevermind. You don’t have to answer.” Tsukishima got up, walking to the door. “That was disgusting. Good night everyone.”

“You sure are leaving quickly,” Kuroo teased. “Got a date?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotta go cuddle with Yamaguchi. At least I had the nerves to ask out my childhood friend,” he winked, leaving the room.

Continuation:

Tsukiyama cuddling fic

Kuroken confession