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whispersforthevoid · 6 years

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Unavoidable

Pairing: Connor x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Connor has been avoiding you since he deviated and you don’t know why (plot-twist: he likes you). Mutual pining, angsty with a bit of sexy and a fluffy end.

Warnings: suggestive themes, dirty talk (Connor is kinky y’all), Gavin tries to flirt with you, (let me know if you think I missed something!)

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Connor had been avoiding you ever since he came back from Jericho a deviant.

You had been his closest friend - alongside Hank- and watched him soften and grow into more than ‘the android sent by Cyberlife’.

What had you done wrong? Connor was still following Hank around like a puppy, but he wouldn’t even look at you. That just burned all the more and carved out an uncomfortable emptiness in your chest with each missed glance, every sidestep, every elevator he avoided because you were waiting inside - it was killing you. He stayed away from your entire side of the office as though you might give him a virus just by proximity.

The best part of working at DPD was steadily becoming the worst.

You were used to Connor avoiding an agitated Gavin, all of them did, but now you were on par with that? You watched Connor at his desk from the doorway as you slumped against it, knowing the moment you walked in he would coincidentally have some made-up meeting to attend.

What had you done to him? You had hoped that he was warming up to you, that you could have been real friends. Now you felt it was just your imagination. Connor was still as monotonous and unfeeling as you remembered him being - an inhuman machine. For some reason that revelation disappointed you immensely, leaving you cold and lonely.

“Y/N,” Reed appeared behind you, and you jumped. You had been buried so deep in the turmoil of Connor that you hadn’t heard him approach. You glared up into his grinning face. “You wanna get a drink tonight?”

“You know full well I don’t drink during the work week, Gavin.” You folded your arms across your chest and backed into the cold metal of the doorway as Gavin tried on his poor attempt at flirting.

“Doesn’t have to be alcohol.” He shrugged. “I just think we should get to know each other a little better.”

“Why?” You tried not to sound rude. It was hard not to detest someone so violently anti-android, even if he had only ever been nice to you.

Gavin smirked, confidence that didn’t add up coating his voice when he spoke, “You’re the office babe with a heart of gold. What’s not to want?”

Oh, fuck. Had you traded attention from Connor for attention from the office asshole? What curse had the universe placed on you?

“That’s sweet, but I’m not really feeling up to it.” You gave Gavin a kind smile, voice firm.

“What’s got ya sad?” He seemed genuinely concerned, reaching out to give your shoulder a cautious squeeze. Gavin frowned as he watched you sigh. “If you’re pining over some dude, he’s the wrong one. No one in their right mind wouldn’t want you.”

Even though it was passed off with that usual Gavin bullshit, his compliment was genuine and appreciated. If Connor wasn’t interested, maybe he could be a good distraction after all. “Thanks, Gav.”

“She was poetry, but he couldn’t read.” Gavin quoted. His body tensed a little, realising you were looking him over. He was trying to impress you.

You grinned. “His name was Jared, and he was nineteen.”

“Was that- Was that a vine reference? Aren’t those ancient?”

When he was the first thing you thought of when you woke up the next morning, you decided to take a more direct approach. Connor seemed sad in his reclusion, if that were even possible (which you very much believed it was), and that was far worse than your own loneliness.

So you sat on the edge of his desk, determined to be unavoidable. Your smile was wide when he stalked over to you, matching your bright intensity with a dark frown. Gruffly, he asked, “Can I help you, detective?”

“Just wanted to have a chat.”

He grimaced down at you, and for a moment your confidence wavered. Would Connor tell you to get lost? Jump off a pier? He didn’t care and you were an annoyance his life would be better without?

But no. He sighed - humanity really had worked its way into his circuits - and gestured down the hallway. “I believe room forty-nine is available.”

“Connor,” You began, awkwardly looking over the various knives and batons lining the walls. The weapons locker? Did he want to kill you? “Have I done something to upset you?”

He didn’t react, but you saw his LED flicker yellow for a moment. “Why would you think that, detective?”

“Well, for a start, you stopped calling me by my name. You haven’t called me ‘detective’ since our first week.” But you pushed on quickly. You didn’t want him to get hung up dismissing details with that annoyingly adorable sensible logic he could pull out of thin air. “I miss you. Did something happen? At Jericho?”

You could feel him watching you, like a phantom touch on your skin; but now you were too scared to look up. You didn’t want to see the coldness in those usually warm eyes. You had spent enough time wishing he would just look at you and now it had you crumbling.

“I deviated.” Was his voice softer, or was it just your wistful imagination again? “I believe Hank told-”

“Yes, Connor, Hank told me. Are you… okay?” You snuck a look at him in the reflection of the glass cabinets. He was looking at something with an intensity you had never seen before, as if he were an artist desperately trying to understand the majesty of a fellow’s work and just couldn’t quite grasp it.

But Connor wasn’t looking at art, no, there weren’t any sculptures or the Mona Lisa or Starry Night in the DPD weapons locker.

He was looking at your ass.

You could feel the heat blooming on your cheeks, but a wave of confidence washed over you. Maybe you did know what was going on, after all. “Connor?”

“Mmh?” He hadn’t noticed that you had caught him yet, still too engrossed.

“Are you angry with me?” You asked softly.

He finally looked up, and you glanced over your shoulder at him with a nervous smile. Connor didn’t avert his eyes, instead striding forwards as you spun around to face him.

His expression was guarded but his eyes! Finally, they were warm and full of that spark you had fallen in love with.

A cold jolt went straight to your stomach. That was something to ponder later, ‘love’.

Connor said, “No, I am not angry with you, Y/N.”

Did Cyberlife know what they were doing when they gave him that voice? “Then why won’t you work with me?”

He shook his head, trailing his gaze slowly from your eyes down to your shoes. His hands twitched at his sides, idle but wanting. Was he… scanning you?

“Your heart rate has increased, your pupils are dilated. You’re breathing harder, Y/N, and the capillaries in your face… You’re blushing.” Connor sounded surprised. He was close enough now that you had to press against the cases not to touch him.

But you wanted to, oh gosh, you really wanted to touch that perfect plastic man with his kind heart of biocomponents. You wanted to mess up that impeccable brown hair, wanted to know if it was as soft as you always daydreamed it would be. How this was only just hitting you now was beyond you.

The tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the electricity in the air would surely knock out the lights before the conversation was over.

“If I haven’t done anything, then why are you avoiding me, Connor?” Your words were tender and almost teasing, but that didn't make them any less sincere.

“Are you romantically interested in me, Y/N?” He avoided the question. His lips were mere inches away from your own as he spoke lowly, chocolate brown darkening to obsidian - whether it was the shadows or something else, you weren’t sure. You just knew it made your joints ache wonderfully. “Do you want me, too?”

You stood up a little straighter and Connor stooped until your noses were almost touching and your clothes brushed together, and you licked your lips knowing he was watching every move with exquisite attention to detail.

"Oh, you’re a good detective, Connor. I think you already know the answer to that." Even in heels, you had to stand on tiptoes to finally press your lips against his.

That was the permission Connor had been waiting for. Hands found your waist, sneaking under your jacket to feel what he was after. He pulled you roughly against him with his hidden strength, arching around you like a protective cloak. As he enveloped you, all you could do was grin against his warm mouth.

The kiss was sweet, if not a little hurried, as Connor tangled his fingers in your hair to angle your head so he could deepen the kiss and push his tongue past pliant lips. He tasted as ‘real’ as he felt, and while he clearly didn’t really know what he was doing his instincts had your head reeling as he anticipated every move of your tongue against his.

Through it all, you happily realised that he couldn’t get enough of you, as if a dam had broken and Connor’s torrent of repressed longing was washing over you all at once and dismantling the loneliness and rejection you had felt.

You couldn’t keep up with his hungry pace and it was getting hard to breathe as he smothered you against the cases. Everything was Connor, everything you could feel, taste, smell; it was all him, him, him. The gasps and moans he pulled from you with that kiss alone were a little mortifying but you couldn’t give less of a fuck when it felt so impossibly right.

But it was too much, and with the most painful self-control, you gently broke the kiss. Your hands rested atop his broad shoulders, squeezing them gently as you kept yourself close so you were flush against his body.

He was breathing heavily, his cooling systems whirring quietly inside his chest as he gazed down at you as if you were the Eighth Wonder of the World. You were sure he would see the same in your eyes as you stared back, trembling in his arms.

"Does it always feel like this?” Connor asked in a husky voice, tilting his head to press his forehead to yours. He held you so tightly - like you might slip through his hands like sand in an hourglass. “Do humans always feel this much?”

"I don’t know, Connor," You blushed, words mumbled. “I haven’t felt this with anyone else.”

He gave a crooked grin and leant in again to continue the kiss- but a finger on his lips stopped him.

“Connor, why did you stop avoiding me this morning? You usually run away.”

“I, uh, couldn’t resist.” Connor’s cheek flushed the lightest blue, and he was uncomfortably human. “You don’t often dress like this.”

You glanced down. Yeah, you did look pretty good in a tight pencil skirt, and it had probably been a subconscious choice to get attention. Innocently, you looked back up into his eyes, fluttering your eyelashes. You knew what worked, apparently even on androids.

“Do you want me to dress like this for you tomorrow?” Your words were sugary sweet.

“You do not work on Sundays, Y/N,” Connor said with a frowned, truly upset. “I would not see.”

“Why wouldn’t you see, Connor? I can hardly let you fuck me at work.” You sounded so genuine and blasé it took Connor a full moment to realise what you were saying. His LED cycled red and his fingers dug into your waist. There would be bruises. “And that’s how you felt when you saw me sitting on your desk today, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” He pushed his hips against your stomach so you would feel him. He wanted you to know, even though he wasn’t entirely sure why or what it was. He gave a soft groan as you licked your lips. “I am not programmed for this. I am not meant to feel... lust. But when I saw you, waiting for me, I... I just...”

“Go on, Connor. You can tell me.” You spoke through a sultry pout, but your practised flirting made it seem as though this was all coincidence and Connor was just reacting intensely. The hard bulge rutting against you satisfied a few questions you had and raised even more. Your voice was soft enough to give him the control despite giving introductions, “Tell me how you felt, how you feel.”

“I wanted to make you mine,” He whispered shamefully, swallowing unnecessarily. His eyes were wider, looking down at you like he couldn’t believe you were there. “I wanted to fuck you. I needed to. I need to now.”

“Yes, Connor?” You egged him on, sliding a hand tantalisingly slowly up his chest, fingertips dipping under his blazer.

Connor gasped, blinking and shivering. It was like being touched for the first time.

“I want to know how you feel- on the outside and the inside. I cannot stop thinking about how warm you would be, how tight and wet... and for me... you’d scream my name, Y/N, I’d make you.” He was blatantly humping your hip now, quickly descending into a mess while you watched through half-closed eyes. Your lips grazed together, his voice raspy in a way you would never have anticipated as he moaned, “I’ll be gentle and loving but then I’ll fuck you rough and hard like you want. Like I want. I want you to be my little slut.”

Where had Connor learnt about sex? He had said before, on a long stakeout with Reed and Hank, that he had never had a sexual experience. Which was why you had not expected it to escalate so far, and never in a million years would you have thought Connor would dive so quickly into dirty talk. He had you dripping.

With a demure shiver, you gently pushed him back again. Fear and worry immediately cleared some of the lust clouding Connor’s eyes.

“I am sorry, Y/N, I should not have said those things, I should not have called you such a derogatory term. I am very sor-“ You kissed him, swallowing his hasty apologies. It was a very slow and languid kiss, stealing you both into a serene moment. Was there really a rest of the world, or had it always just been you two together in a slice of quiet paradise?

“No, Connor. I want to be your slut.” You whispered.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned quietly. His LED flashed red and yellow.

“But anyone could walk in here! It’s a miracle we haven’t been caught yet.”

“But tomorrow,” One of Connor’s hands tentatively slid down to slap your ass and he grabbed a handful. You kissed his cheek as he stifled another moan. Love was definitely more fun when it was requited. “Tomorrow you’re all mine.”

“All yours, Connor. To play with as you please.” You smiled again, with an innocence that should have been his. Your eyes twinkled. “You’ll make me feel so good, I know you will.”

“You must know two other things.” Connor looked pained and you were suddenly worried. Perhaps he wasn’t as kinky as you had assumed?

“Firstly, it is taking all the control my program can muster not to bend you over my desk in front of all our colleagues and fuck you till I fill you up enough that they know who you belong to,” No, definitely very kinky. Who knew, androids be wild. “So you know who you belong to.”

“And secondly,” His face softened and the hand not grasping your ass gently cupped your face. He stroked a thumb across your swollen lips with a warm smile that could melt butter. “I want you and only you. Please return the sentiments and do not share yourself.”

“No one else could compare, Connor.” You kissed his thumb. “I’m not interested in anyone else.”

“I want to assure you, my interest in you is not only physical, Y/N,” His gaze was the gentlest you had ever seen, brown eyes begging you to understand words he seemed unable to find. “I admire you greatly as a colleague and as a friend. You are the kindest person I have ever encountered.”

Oh, gosh, you were going to cry. The tears were welling, threatening to spill over. It had been such a solemn few months without him, you didn’t realise how much you had truly missed him until you had him back now. He was the sun that kept your life growing and full.

“I want you as more than a sexual means to an end, Y/N. When I deviated the first thing I felt was,” He swallowed hard, as if the memory was painful. “I felt love. For you. I was… concerned. That this would be too much, that you- that you wouldn’t want me, too.”

“Oh, Connor,” You cupped his blushing face in your hands, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as the tears finally fell. “You’ll never be too much. Whatever this is between us, Connor, it’s unavoidable.”

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AN: okay if that was too kinky y’all gotta let me know so I can dial it back lol. But, um!! Thanks for the support on Quietly Devoured, guys <3 It means the world to me! My inbox and askes are officially open for any DBH requests you might have. I’ll put some more r!Connor x reader out soon, but how do people feel about RK900? or any of the others? Do you prefer tame or sexy pieces? Let me know!

Also! Let me know if and what you want to be tagged in for next time I post!

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familyagrestefanblog · 5 years

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In continuity Behavior and Details of the Sentimonster and what we can take from it + The effect of Cataclysm

Has anyone noticed yet that the two Sentimonster we have seen up to date (Hawkmoths in "Mayura" and Baby Augusts in "Miraculer") show a very particular Behavior pattern which helps us to better understand these creatures? It actually kinda blew my mind when I noticed it, let me show you! :D

But let me warn you, this got long ^^

I'll start with Augusts Lollipop Sentimonster because it has more screen time.

Same as always with Hawkmoth, Mayura sends out one of her corrupted feather after she spots the upset Baby August. In context of this episode, one has to remeber that this Sentimonsters attack actual purpose was to set Chloe up for getting akumatized, so going for the Baby here (even though its morally wrong as hell) was not a bad move at all.

(Behold the Lollipop-monster, that my medicine influenced 2 am gif making self lovingly called “Lollipopulus Giganticus”, the diabetis brother of Mothitus Giganticus but we will get to that later)

The design. is. on point! The “akumatized” (do we really not have a name for this yet??) person is a baby who hasnt developed any complex thoughts and hasnt quite adopted the weird human need to completely humanoid monsters yet. The Baby is simple minded = The Sentimonster has a simplistic design without actual features or anything. August just has a HUGE desire for Lollipops so thats what the monster is. Some big ass Lollipops. Love it. 10/10, would lick again

Also take note how the Sentimonster stands here. It appears right in front of the Baby and even though it has no features like a face or anything we can still adumbrate from the camera-angle and the placement of the head and the lower arms that it faces away from August. Like a protector ready to defend. Remember that the Peacocks power is to summon a protector for someone and the following moments will give us more insight on how these protectors behave in a special occation.

Right after the Lollipop monster appears as his protector we see this. August is so delighted to see gigantic Lollipops that his pacifier (is this how you call it in english? I only get weird words as results when I look it up) falls out of his mouth and thats the catalyst moment for the monsters behavior!

Cuz the feather is in the pacifier and in my theory the feather-akumatized object is how the feather-akumatized Person can control their protector. Which of course they should be able to. The Akuma victims are also free to use their powers to their own will and imo it would make very little sense to give someone a protector but only the (maybe very busy) miraculous holder has control over it. So I think as long as the feather-akumatized person is in possesion of the feather-object they alongside Mayura are the masters (with Mayura, as the miraculous holder, still having the upper hand like Hawkmoth being able to “dicipline” his free will Champions through pain (Which btw makes actually alot of sense even if or ESPECIALLY if the Miraculos are meant to be used for good. You dont wanna have a champion running around refusing orders/ or using their powers for a bad purpose without a way to keep them in check just in case. I think Mayura will have something like this too. That whoever right now posesses the feather-object can be “diciplint” by her for misusing the protector. But I digress)

But the thing is, August looses his pacifier the moment the monster appears, so the only one in control over it is Mayura at the moment but she...doesnt, the whole time. She just lets the monster do whatever on autopilot (Which makes sense concidering that the Sentimonster is only there for the sake of assembling the heros again and upsetting Chloe. Why commanding and controlling the monster when its not needed for the plan? Natalie saves her energie whICH IS PROBABLY A GOOD IDEA SINCE USING THE PEACOCK IS KILLING HER)

What? What I mean with on autopilot? Oh let me show you, its awesome!

Cuz the moment that August, the person the Lollipop PROTECTOR is supposed to PROTECT, looses his control over his Sentimonster it knows that its little human master has no way to command it in the needed ways to protect himself from danger anymore. And since the Peacock isnt giving it other commands the Monster follows its instinct

And what is this instinct?

This!

Right the moment its human master looses the control object, it turns around to check how and why this happened. Here it happened by sheer accident. August doesnt understand that its important that he keeps his pacifier but under normal circumstances the human master loosing the feather object would mean that they were attacked, hurt or otherwise in danger

And thats exactly what the Sentimonster is thinking, when it sees August being taken away by his mother. Because in the next shot with it

We see. it chasing. after. THE BABY! Oh my god kudos to you SentiSweety, you go protect your “kidnapped” little master!

This is such an awesome trait these Sentimonsters seem to have that the moment they fear their humans are in fundamental danger without being able to protect themselves with their help, their priority number 1 is chasing after them to save them. It makes so much sense that they would have this instinct but somehow it still blew my mind when i noticed it! :D

Okay next and last important Lollipopulus moment (I think i’ll keep that name. My loyal Diabetes son deserves a name and fight me on this however you want, but he looks like a “Lollipopulus” kind of guy to me. Look at that jaw-line, it demands an “ulus” ending”)

The Sentimonster isnt just attacking LB and CN for the heck of it. We know that it thinks its master got kidnapped and is in danger, so when it sees our heros here getting ready to fight IT, of course it would think that they are “bad” too. Probably for an Sentimonster whoever is against it and the master-to-protect will be seen as “allied evil” by it, especially in autopilot modus.

Also. When you fear your protégé is in mortal danger so you wanna save them at all cost and then someone attacks YOU, you fight back. HARD. Because when the attackers hinder or even defeat you, noone is there to save and protect your protégé. And for an Sentimonster, save and protecting their masters is their entire purose of existing. So yes, Lollipopulus here wont hesitate a second to fight LB and CN just so it can get to August.

Though I might add, that I still think Sentimonsters are resonable creatures when used by or for a good person. They only want the best for their masters. So lets say Mayura would have featherrupted Augusts mother instead but she still had lost the control-object. So while running away with August (and the Sentimonster running after her in autopilot) she had met one of her 3 men and they ended up cowerig somewhere trying to protect each other and the baby. When the monster had arrived and had seen that the unkown man is protecting her and that SHE is protecting HIM too, the Sentimonster wouldnt have done anything to the man. Obviously the man is no danger to its master and the master trusts the man.

When the master has the control-object this is even easier because then you can simply tell the monster that your friends, familie or whatever arent enemies. Then they will be under the Sentimonsters protection too. Of course this works the other way around too and is probably how the Sentimonsters will be used for evil. Give them an akuma victim as master and they can be one hell of a threat trying to protect them.

So coming back to the situation in the gif. I think if LB and CN had calmly talked to the Sentimonster, asking if its looking for its protégé and if they can help, the Lollipop monster would not have attacked at all. Like I said, the Monsters just want the best for their masters and to protect them. The way I see it, when a Sentimonster is on autopilot it decides for itself who's friend and who's foe. This could lead to interesting development in future because right now team miraculous still sees most everything very black-and-white, as seen above, they inmediadly went to attack when it probably wasn't needed at all. The fact that Chat Noirs family are literally the bad guys is gonna help alot to open up the grey area between black and white but smaller things like this, trying to understand and becoming allies with Sentimonster could also add another layer to their growth as well

Though Mayura was still in the picture here so she totally would have commanded the monster to attack the heros. Still you get my point.

Okay let's go over to Hawkmoths Sentimonster before I'll continue endlessly

With this one I'll kinda skip the beginning, I'll just go quickly over the most important factors and then focus more on the new and interesting stuff.

With Hawkmoth we saw that Mayura does the same as he does. She sends out something corrupted, it finds an object, she telepathically communicates with the person and we get MOTHITUS GIGANTICUS

Before I start let me quickly point out that just like Augusts Sentimonster the butterfly appears right before Hawkmoth, facing his foes and ready to defend its master. The behavior pattern is there and will mostly likely be continued is most of the Sentimonster cases.

Alright lets talk about the design!

When you concider that Mothitus’ purpose was to be the “teaser” Sentimonster and to gently be our introduction for Mayuras powers and for the bigger and grander Sentimonsters to come then this is one great design. Its obviously something we havent seen yet but it isnt completely out there either so that we dont understand at all what going on anymore literally 20 seconds before the end of the fight. That would have been a bad style choice for a (maybe) never returning Monster, so they definitly did the right thing with this butterfly.

The design in general is really gorgeous in my opinien. Look at the little details! The wings, the tail, the head! I also like that designers were able to create a model that can be both a butterfly and a moth at the same time. Yes they are simular, but they still look different enough that they totally could have created a model which just would have looked like either a butterfly OR a moth. They made it work with both and thats awesome!

Even if I know that Mothitus doesnt exactly count as a legit Sentimonster (since its practically more used as an lore and future teaser than an actual enemy) I still find the parallels between Hawkmoth and his butterfly monster and August and his Lollipop monster very interesting. Like I said above, August Lollipop monster was gigantic but simplistic in design since August is just a simple minded baby with a huge desire for Lollipops. Key words gigantic but simple. Hawkmoths Sentimonster on the other hand is alot smaller but much richer in detail because of his adult (and designer) mind. Beside that Gabriel also focused alot more on the monsters function than August (what a surprise I know). The butterflys wind are so strong that they can blow away all the heros and untangle Ladybugs yoyo net. Also with its wings and smaller body it would be able to quickly hunt the heros no problem. The Lollipop monster on the other hand was only good for crashing its Lolli arms into buildings, beside that it had no other useful qualities. Also It was too large to effectivly chase after the “kidnapped” August, not exactly well thought out August up your Monster game please.

In shorter Hawkmoth created a useful protector and August...well, his lollipop fever dream. Babies will be babies

Okay lets start with what is new though (or better said, what different this time).

For one the fact that August lost his control object but Hawkmoth never had it on him in the first place. This actually doesnt make a lot of difference in the Sentimonsters behavior, just that lollipopulus checked on his master what hapened that August lost his object and if he is in danger and Mothitus already knew that his Master was in grave danger and didnt had to check to know.

Then “Mayura” gave us the comfirmation straight away that Natalie can snap the Sentimonsters away like that

Also this shows us that Mayura is willing to strategically stop the Sentimonsters when she sees no use in them anymore. That is very different from Hawkmoth! She seems to really be here only to get results, not to make a show or take some kind of sadistic pleasure out of this or whatever. This move alone makes her seem like a scarily competent and level headed supervillain and honestly, its still one of my favorite things Mayura has done til now. Just this little snap speaks VOLUMES about her! :D

And then the BIGGEST difference is that after accepting the featherruption August was happy and healthy whereas Hawkmoth became weak and hurt.

Before “Miraculer” came out this is what I thought was what would normally happen to the featherrupted people. That because of the peacocks brokeness the people who Mayura powers up get hurt along side her (cuz before his featherruption Gabriel was completely fine) but, no, August is perfectly fine. This means there are two options here

That something happenes in “Reflektdoll” which makes Mayuras powers useable again so that the akuma victims wont get weakened from her giving them back-up (which is possible in my opinien, I could see this happening)

That something was different about this featherruption that normally wouldnt be the case. And I might have an idea even if I dont know if its really something the show would do. Would be totally awesome though if this were legit!

Okay, the one detail that DEFINITELY is different here from at least 90% of all the future featherruptions is that Hawkmoths control-object was CATACLYSMED!

To understand why I think the control-object being cataclysmed beforehand would have such an effect I need to clearify that even though I’m saying that Hawkmoth and Mayura “corrupt” their butterflies/akumas, feathers and the victims, its frankly nowhere true at all. I just like saying it like that. What they do is basically just filling the butterflies/feathers with power and let them find a fitting person so they can 1. build the connection between them and the chosen and 2. then manipulate the chosen people so they join them. There is no corruption going on here. Neither do they break or control either the butterflies/feathers nor the people themselves. They power up, thats what they do.

The cats power of destruction on the other hand is a whole different story here.

I’m planning on doing a whole post just about this at some point in future with alot more details, thoughts and ideas but I’ll try to do my best to explained it here without putting you guys through another 5000+ words of wildly digressing. (Me now 4 hours later: Yeah no I did it again, It got long xD)

Basically my point is that the Ladybug is capable of purifying the akumas and the feathers. “Purifying” IS the right word to use here because something doesnt have to be explicitly “corrupted” to be purifyied. As I said, Hawkmoth and Mayura power up, that means even if they dont corrupt them they still change the nature of the feather/butterfly and that is what the Ladybug reverses. So Ladybugs purifying (and the Miraculous Ladybug for that matter) is basically her taking back the changes other people did to something. Thats whats happening every episode and thats why shes the one again dealing with the feathers. She reverses what has been changed, no other power does that.

Back to Chat Noir

The show has explicitly told us that the Cat and the Ladybug are the most powerful miraculous in existence and that fact still stands even if Chat noir right now can not and doesnt WANT to use his powers or explore them to their limits in the current situation (speak, that they try to spread hope and safty in terror attacks which wreck the city almost on a daily basis. Not exactly the right time or space to use and try out new ways of using the boundless power of destruction). I dont think I have to explain that this is not how the situation will be forever, of course Adrien will actually use his powers to their limits later, the show forshadowed that to hell and back by now and “Chat Blanc” will VISUALLY introduce us to what CN actal powers look like (I'M SO EXCITED!!!) the same way they did it with queen bee/wasp (im not the only one who made the connection that they use the power up of the akumatization to show us or at least forshadow the Miraculouses future actual powers right? RIGHT???

Anyway, I DIGRESS

The Cat and the Ladybug are equals and since they are also Yin and Yang for each other it also means that not only do they as individuals and the nature of their miraculouses complete each other, their powers too complete the circle.

So when Ladybug can purify (again, meaning that she reverses every damage and everything that other people do to something) the Cat should be able to corrupt everything.

To keep this paragraph shorter (I will go into so much more detail in the post for this topic oh my god) lets just explain this with the example from the Heros day. The Cats destruction and “corruption” is showing itself here with something Chat Noir is doing all the time: He isnt completely pullverizing the akuma-object to dust, hes rather damaging and weakening it to the point were it cant be used for its original purpose anymore and is easily breakable/aleady falling apart. (This seems to be the default affect of Cataclysm) In this case it is Hawkmoths weapon, which is his cane/sword.

In my theory when Chat Noir uses Cataclysm on something he not only does the above, he also inflicts the still existing object with some kind of...lets call it a virus. Now you may ask yourself “Why? Why should destroying something so hard that it looses basically every usage it had + infecting it with an destructive virus but NOT actually destroying it out of existence be the default state of cataclysmed objects? Shouldnt the power of pure destruction rather basically wipe everything touched out of existence?”

And that is were we were wrong! And I am saying “we” because its almost 4am here and I just fucking noticed this and went back on my laptop oh my GOD I’m excited again! :D

The default of Cataclysm isnt “destroying it out of existence” because that is not what “Destruction” is. That is “Annihilation”! Destruction and annihilation are two very different concepts that shouldnt be mixed up but everybody is doing it because of how we use the word “destruction/destroy” in our daily vocabulary. That is why probably almost everybody of us at least once asked themselves why Chats cataclysm is portrayed so “oddly” in the show. “He’s not really destroying it, hes just fucking it up!” And thats exactly what hes doing because thats exactly what his power is! He’s destroying it so fucking hard that the cataclysmed object loosed every usage it could have. He’s not messing like Roi Singe either, the object is completely fucking worthless now! 100%. But what hes NOT doing is taking it out of existence because THAT is Annihiliation. Not the concept of his power. The only time you will see annihilation instead of destruction is when it concernes BODYS (Like Chats cataclysm death in “Catalyst” because by god they really can not show messed up human bodies slowly dying on the show. Only exception)

Now working with the actual “destruction” concept and not with the wrongly used “annihilation” one, the destructive “virus” in the destroyed object seems alot more plausible. Because when Chat Noir uses the power of pure destruction on something, really every usage it could possibly have needs to be effected by it and THAT also includes the possibility of it being used as an out of reach object for Akumatizations or featherruptions for example. Without the “Virus” Hawkmoths cane still would have had a consequence free use there but WITH the virus spreading through it the featherruption got corrupted by Chats destruction and hurt and weakened Hawkmoth so much that a limping Gabriel collapsed around somewhere still nearby and had to detransform out of exhaustion. And frankly, Mayura only powered up the cane for a really short amount of time. Imagine how Gabriel would have ended up if this had gone longer. He probably wouldnt have been able to recover so quickly afterwards

Alright guys this is really everything I have for this, let me know what you think ^^ And @letsescapismlife I hope i could partly show you why I love Miraculous so much. Dont get me wrong, I still have some other posts in work for your request but just the theorizing the whole night through and getting excited at 4am because you just noticed something, is one of the biggest joys I get out of this show ^^

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml theory #natalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #mayura #hawkmoth #le papillon #chat noir #cat noir #ml spoilers #miraculer #ml heros day #Chat Noirs powers of destruction #behavior of the Sentimonsters #Sentimonster #ml baby August #Mayuras peacock powers

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sphynxxsims · 7 years

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Carnal

Genre: Smut, height difference, taller female OC

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: i’m sorry god

It was the little things that made him so undeniably attractive and caused heat to radiate deep within your core.

“Are you sure this will work?” You say, breathing uneven.

“You have no idea how hot this is.” Jihoon’s hands rested on the small of your back, teasing on the edge of your shirt as he looked up at your lips, upturned in a slight smirk at the cocky edge of his voice. There was no doubt within your mind that you had to be crushing him this very moment; his small frame practically vanished amongst your towering physique. However, there was something in the way that he carried himself, pompous and arrogant, that rivaled your usually timid demeanor.

He loved being in control in these types of situations; it was clear in the look of satisfaction on his face when you allowed him to pin you down on nights much like these, when the mood was sultry and hot. Despite the reversal of roles, he enjoyed this position just as much. You were on poised on top on his lap, the project on his computer long forgotten and instead replaced with the incessant need to be as close to you as possible. It would be almost humorous to a stranger how his legs couldn’t even reach the plush carpet beneath him when yours rested comfortably on the ground even with your resting atop of him. But no, that wasn’t the case here. He had admitted to himself time and time again that the height difference between you was a seductive characteristic of your relationship.

You shifted above him, your ass getting dangerously close to his crotch; he let out a plush noise of appreciation at your sudden movement. You got up from the desk chair and guided him instead to the comfort of your bed, getting in much the same position as you had been before. The soft velvet of his voice coaxed you to start grinding, but you refused to put all of your weight on him no matter how much his hands dug into your hips and attempted to push you down.

“I can handle all of you, Y/N.” Even in the dim light of your bedroom, you could still see the obvious hunger he had for you in his eyes; it was a type of carnal lust that couldn’t be depicted in words. The room was tinted in hues of red and pink that seemed to almost pulsate with the desire you had for each other. You observed him with focused eyes, trying to pay attention to every detail. His breathing was irregular, but not with the strain of having your weight on him. No, instead this was a result of the arousal he felt at the moment. Ever fibre in his being lit on fire with your touch, his pupils fully dilated at the sight before him, his delicate hands fisted in the sheets, practically clawing at them because of the mere sight of you.

“Are you sure that I’m not crushing you?” You ask it one last time, as if you didn’t already know that his answer would be a resounding no.

“Y/N, just please let me undress you.” You feel a heavy feeling in your gut as you began to truly let the atmosphere of the situation sink in. Your stomach churned with eagerness when he decided to take initiative and pull your loose-fitting shirt off without any warning. He hurriedly threw it aside and began to unbutton your pants in swift motions. You let him do this with no complaints; in fact, you were a whining, pathetic mess in his hands, unable to do anything but sit there and watch each piece of clothing slide off of you with your help. Before you knew it, you were undressing him. And god, was that the privilege of your life.

Everyone made fun of you for dating such a small man when you stood so tall in comparison, but when it came to sex, he seemed to tower over you even in situations like these where he was the one on bottom. He had a domineering personality in bed, and you absolutely loved it. And to add onto all of that, his body was impeccable. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t super buff or anything like that. But he had a lean strength too him, something that was emphasized in the sharp lines of his torso, or perhaps the way his muscles flexed whenever he arched his back. It was the little things that made his so undeniably attractive and caused heat to radiate deep within your core.

His eyes fluttered up to yours. “You look so good from this angle.”

You blushed in response, his hands finding their way to the nape of your neck, pulling you down close to him. He looked dead in your eyes and he unfastened the clasp of your bra, sliding it off with ease. Everything seemed to move in blurred motions, as if you were stuck in a technicolor dream. Your hands scratched down his hazy torso greedily, just enough to elicit a disheveled groan of bliss. You took in his figure with selfish eyes, suddenly feeling almost euphoric with the amount of unusual control you had over the situation. You were on top of him, and he was allowing you to do whatever you want; in so many ways this was a pure fantasy come to life straight from your dirty imagination.

You slid up and down his figure, soft sighs of pleasure that arose out of both of you becoming background music. Your figures flowed together like the calm flow of a river, and it seemed like all too quickly he was naked beneath you and you were the same, all clothes forgotten and tossed aside to become old laundry. All that mattered was Jihoon; you could only look at him with awe. In vain, he tried to take what little control of the situation that he might’ve had, but you in response pinned his arms down on the plush mattress.

“I’m the one in control tonight.” He looked so utterly turned on by your words, but still couldn’t suppress his dominant nature and fought against you playfully, his growing erection sliding between your folds, so slick with your juices that it was almost embarrassing, and you could only shake above him at the thrill he could bring out from within you in the smallest of motions. He laughed at the irony of your words given the current situation.

“Sweetheart, I’ll always be in control in bed.” He gave a particularly rough thrust upward, causing you to throw most of your weight on him. You could almost fill him grin with flippancy at the way he could take authority so easily over you.

You moaned at how he felt, his length grinding against your sore, sensitive clit with each thrust. You begged him for more and began to kiss him with fervor, your tongues sliding against each other. His hands, which you had long since let go and opted instead of grab ahold of the bed sheets, found their way to your breasts. He ran his thumbs back and forth along your nipples, feeling them harden at his brash touch.

Then, taking advantage of the height difference between you, he guided one up to his mouth, using his tongue to make sloppy, wet circles as your ragged moans filled the room. You could feel yourself dripping on his thick, now fully-erect cock. Your hands pulled at his hair, and you couldn’t help yourself from beg to suck harder, and you felt him nibble at your breast in response, your hands now gripping the headboard so hard that your knuckles turned white.

Your breaths were intermittent and hard, the rhythm of even your heartbeat seemed to be offset by the unholy amount of pleasure that coursed through your body.

He took a let go of your breast with a profane pop, and guided your hand to his hard cock. You gasped at the sticky precum on the tip, bringing your thumb across the head and slowly, with teasing, featherlight motions, jerking him.

“If you don't quit teasing, I’ll have to punish you. You don't wanna figure out what I have in mind either, Y/N.” You headed to his words, quickening your pace but still curious as to what he wanted to do to you as punishment. Your clit throbbed at the thought of the last time you had been a bad girl, as he would say.

He had laid you out on the bed, ass up, and spanked you until you cried in pain, in pleasure, in the pure thrill of it all. His handprint had stayed on you for a week afterward. You’d secretly loved it. He’d made you count every single smack, your voice slowly turning into a sob. As you began to break beneath him, he’d asked you multiple times, “Safeword?” and yet you couldn’t make yourself utter a sound that wasn’t a number - you loved the feeling of his hand on your sore ass too much to tell him to stop. When he was done with that, he forcibly spread your legs and ate you out with such intensity that your thighs shock. He brought you to your climax slowly, his tongue lapping at your folds until you clenched your thighs tight around his head and pleaded with him to stop because it hurt. He adored the look on your face when he overstimulated you, desired to hear those raw pleas you gave him to stop and the trembling of your thighs around him. He loved the vulnerability you had with his head between your legs.

He snapped you out of your thoughts when he brought a sharp slap to your bottom, causing you to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“I told you to quit teasing.” He said, an annoyed edge to his voice.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl.” You down at him with your doe eyes that you knew he went soft for. You were on the edge of your climax now, swollen clit being abused by the hand that wasn’t gripping your ass.

“Don’t. Come.” You tell by this tone that he was serious, but it was so difficult with his nimble fingers working on your clit and causing stars to form in your eyes. As you brought him closer and closer to his own climax, he began to get sloppy and started to tease at your release.

“Please let me come, I’ve been good for you.” You begged him, but to no avail. Instead, he pushed you off of him and put you in the position he had been in just moments ago. This was familiar territory; you clawed at his back with urgency.

“I need you in me, Jihoon.” He smirked knowingly.

“I don’t think you deserve it just yet. Beg.” You cursed him inwardly. Things between you seemed to stop for a few seconds, the only sounds that could be heard was uneven, warm breaths he let fall upon your shoulder. He was needy for release; that was easy to tell. However, he wasn’t about to let you get what you wanted without making you plead for it.

“Please, Jihoon, you know how much I love you inside of me. It’s what I crave.” You cried when he took his cock and brought it just outside of your entrance, pressing incessantly, but not enough to satiate your needs.

“Where do you want me. Tell me where you want my cock.” You cried again as he took his head, now soaked in your sticky juices, achingly slow all the way up to your clit. There was no doubt within your mind that your nails were making deep red marks down his back, but he didn’t protest.

“I want it in my pussy. Please put your cock there. I want you to come in me.” You uttered those words with a deep blush on your face; he could tell that you were clearly ashamed at the filthy words that had just came out of your mouth, but he relished in them, took them in just like he took in the sight of your body. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips for your words and gave you what you wanted.

It was always a shock at first, not because of his length, but because of his nearly unreasonable thickness. It made you hurt in all of the right ways. You spread your legs further, allowing him to bury all of himself in you.

“You always feel so good, baby, so wet.” The blush still hadn’t retreated from your face, and those words surely didn’t help. You always got so bashful when it came to talking while you two made love; it was so intimate to share your thoughts when you could feel him inside of you. He started to thrust faster, making sure that every time your bodies met, there was an obscene slapping sound.

“Your pussy always sounds so good too.” He could never resist complimenting you during sex, which you loved and yet hated at the same time, because he always praised the things that you were insecure about, such as the lewd, wet sounds that you made along with his thrusts. You moaned in response, telling him to go harder.

You could tell that he was close, as were you. His face was flushed, and he started to clutch your hips almost so hard that it hurt. You could yourself start to come; the tight hot feeling in your core got to be unbearable.

“Come with me.” That was all it took before you released around him, his movements becoming slower and slower as he filled you with his cum; you basked in the intimacy of it all. You loved the feeling of being full with him. Soon enough, he pulled out, and you exhaled at sensation of being empty after he had filled you so well. He pulled you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. You’d never felt so cozy.

“I told you I could handle all of you, Y/N.”

#woozi imagines #jihoon imagines #jihoon smut #woozi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen fanfiction #svt fanfic #svt fanfiction

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dabiapologist · 8 years

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[Haikyuu Fanfiction]: Linked Hearts, Inked Hearts

For the 2017 HQ!! Rarepair Exchange! @hqrarepairexchange

Rating: T and UP

Written for: Jay @quadruples.tumblr.com!

>>> Hi, hope you enjoy your gift! Tried to stay true to your prompt :DD

Pairing: Oikuro/Kurooi

Word Count: 3039

Summary:

It is then that an idea pops into Tetsurou’s head.

“Linked hearts.” He blurts out. Tooru turns in his arms to look at him, deadpanned. “Hearts? Really?”

“No, no, listen,” Tetsurou continues, tapping at the spot on Tooru’s neck where he had been kissing at before. “For you, two hearts right here, ‘cause I always kiss you there, and for me,” He raises his hand and runs his finger down the side of his thumb, “Right here, along the side of my hand. ‘Cause you always kiss me there.”

“One red, and one blue.” Tooru adds, starry-eyed, “Yeah, simple, but meaningful. I love it.”

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The second Tooru sets eyes on the small shop, there is a gleam in his eye that makes Tetsurou freeze in his tracks. The fingers interlaced with his curl with a sort of childish giddiness, tightening until it hurts a little and Tetsurou is forced to acknowledge what’s got his boyfriend so damned excited.

“Babe,” Tetsurou nudges Tooru in the side, “My hand, you’re squeezing kinda hard.”

Tooru turns to him. “Let’s get tattoos, Tettsun.”

Tetsurou blinks. “Tattoos.”

“Yeah.”

“Tooru, you know we just came here to the mall to buy underwear, right?”

“Oh my god, you actual old man.” Tooru pouts. “We’ve done that! But, look,” He drags Tetsurou over to the window of the shop and presses his nose to the glass, peering inside. Tetsurou tries to ignore the odd glances his boyfriend is getting from the patrons inside. “I’ve always wanted to get one,” Tooru continues, casting a sidelong glance at Tetsurou. “Aaaaand, since our one-year anniversary is coming up in a few days, I thought we could do something fun and spontaneous.”

Tetsurou grins impishly. “So, what, you wanna tattoo my name on your ass?”

The smile slides right off Tooru’s face. Tetsurou backs out of the way just as a fist like a missile comes in, nearly catching him in the side. “Kidding! I’m kidding!”

“Tch, I bet you’d love to see your name tattooed on my butt.”

Tetsurou’s smile grows heady, lip snagged in his teeth as he presses close to Tooru, hugging him from behind. Tooru fidgets, elbows him in the gut, and then relaxes into the embrace with an eye-roll.

“Well, it is mine, isn’t it?” Tetsurou whispers, pressing a soft kiss at the junction of Tooru’s neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing his now sore stomach. “It’d look good with a hand print around it-”

“Can you control yourself for five minutes, Tettsun? Good lord.” Tooru gripes, though he’s blushing a little. He laces their fingers together again, raising their joined hands to his lips, and places a few tender kisses to the underside of Tetsurou’s wrist and by his thumb. “Wait till we get home, at least. Come on, we’re doing this.”

And with that, Tetsurou finds himself inside the tiny hole-in-the-wall shop, standing awkwardly at the reception desk behind Tooru as he flips through books of art, searching for inspiration.

“I want it to be something simple, but memorable.” Tooru says with a smile, eyes pouring over the portfolio, drinking in the colors and the details, excitement growing with each page. Tetsurou leans over to look as well, throwing in the occasional ‘ooh’ and ‘oh, look at that’ before letting out a genuine praise at a portrait of an extremely lifelike leopard tattoo.

“See anything you like?” The receptionist, a young girl with more piercings than probably years to her life and bright pink hair, asks with a smile, setting down the telephone.

“Um, it’s our one-year anniversary on Saturday, and we wanna get tattoos together.” Tooru says, smiling down at her like sunshine beaming down onto the city.

“Aww,” She chirps, standing and walking around the counter, “Congrats! So, what kind of tattoos are you looking for? Your names?”

“No,no,” Tetsurou jumps in, “Not names. I think that’s so tacky.”

Tooru makes a noise of agreement, closing the portfolio. “I was thinking more like a symbol or something. Something cute but simple, but...meaningful at the same time?”

The girl laughs. “No, I get it. And between you and me, most people who get name tattoos usually end up breaking up. It’s kind of a jinx, in my opinion.”

Tetsurou tacitly agrees, wrapping his arms around Tooru’s waist, to which Tooru laughs in response. “I’m not going anywhere, stupid. I love you too much.”

Tetsurou makes a happy noise into the crook of Tooru’s neck, noisily kissing the skin a couple of times, despite Tooru’s protests. “Tettsun, god.”

“You guys are so adorable together, the girl says, “And actually, not to sound creepy, but I noticed you guys out the window before, hugging just like that, and man, I wish my girlfriend would hold me like that sometimes.” She finishes, a dust of pink scattering over her cheeks.

It is then that an idea pops into Tetsurou’s head.

“Linked hearts.” He blurts out.

Tooru turns in his arms to look at him, deadpanned. “Hearts? Really?”

“No, no, listen,” Tetsurou continues, tapping at the spot on Tooru’s neck where he had been kissing at before. “For you, two hearts right here, ‘cause I always kiss you there. And for me,” He raises his hand and runs his finger down the side of his thumb, “Right here, along the side of my hand. ‘Cause you always kiss me there.”

“One red, and one blue.” Tooru adds, going starry-eyed, “Yeah, simple, but meaningful. I love it.”

Tooru turns in Tetsurou’s arms, throwing his arms around Tetsurou’s shoulders. “I love you,” He murmurs, leaning in for a kiss, which Tetsurou readily agrees to. They part after a moment, laughing bashfully when the receptionist coughs, bringing them back out of their own little world and back into the small shop. Everyone in the room is staring at them.

“I’ll have an open booth in the back in about thirty minutes. I had an appointment cancel before you two walked in, so one of the guys’ll be available. Just finishing up a session with another client.” She says, leading them to two empty seats in the waiting area, and the pair quickly follow, grinning at each other.

*****

“So which one is gonna hurt more, mine or his?”

The tattoo artist, a bald but good-looking guy covered head to toe in ink with way too many facial piercings (Tetsurou thinks, anyway) turns from setting up his equipment to give them a surprisingly warm smile that also reveals some interesting tattoo work in the inside of his lip.

“Depends on your pain tolerance. I never tell people what hurts and what doesn’t ‘cause, ya know, what’s hell for one person is cake for another, ya get me?”

Both Tetsurou and Tooru nod, each making their own noise of understanding. Tooru points at the artist’s neck. “You have one. How was it for you?”

“Personally, I didn’t bother me much, but I’m used to it, so…”

Tooru’s expression grows a bit anxious. “I don’t know, now I’m getting kinda nervous.”

“Ahh, don’t be. You’ll be fine, I promise. Your tattoos aren’t big so it’ll be quick once I sketch them out. Five minutes. Probably between the two of you.”

“That’s it?” Tetsurou quips, incredulous.

“You’re just gettin’ some hearts right? It’s not the fuckin’ Mona Lisa.”

“Alright, okay.” Tetsurou says defensively, holding his hands up.

Tooru laughs. “And they’re not filled in, just lines. Um, open hearts, I dunno. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, yeah. You want ‘em thicker or thin?”

“I want mine bubbly,” Tooru chirps, “They have to be cute.”

“Oh my god, you’re the gayest thing alive,” Tetsurou utters, face-palming. “I want mine a little on the thinner side.”

“Will do.” The artist says, pulling out two separate pieces wax paper. He quickly sketches out two sets of hearts, both in blue and red, one sheet to Tooru’s specifications, and the other to Tetsurou’s. They both let out a low ‘ooh’ as they watch him draw.

“Whaddya think? Good?” The artist asks, and they both nod, smiling wide.

“Then let me just transfer these over, and then we’ll get started.”

As the artist does something with a scanner and a computer in the corner, Tooru and Tetsurou flash each other a look that says, ‘We’re really doing this, aren’t we?’

A few minutes later, the artist is back in his seat, Tooru’s print in hand.

“Ready?”

Tooru nods and leans his head to the side to give access, flashing a slightly nervous but still excited look Tetsurou’s way. Tetsurou blows him a kiss and gives him a thumbs up.

The artist peels away a clear layer of the paper and presses the print onto Tooru’s skin, holding it down for a few seconds before slowly removing it. He holds up a mirror. “That about where you want it?” He asks.

Tooru angles the mirror, trying to get a better view. “Mm, a little further down. More in-between the neck and shoulder.”

“Okie doke.” The artist replies, and wipes the initial print off. He places the paper back right at the junction of Tooru’s neck and shoulder, and presses the paper down again.

“Yes, right there,” Tooru says with a smile when he gets a second look.

“Alright, cool. Let’s get started, then.” The artist says with a raspy laugh that sort of drowns out the low-buzzing of the tattoo gun as it turns on.

Tooru squirms and makes an odd high-pitched noise when the needle finally makes contact with his skin, but after a few seconds, one eye cracks open, and then the other, before he finally relaxes into it. “Hey, that’s not so bad. It actually feels kind of cool.”

Tetsurou walks over and cranes his head to peer over the artist’s shoulder at Tooru. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“Yeah, a little, but like, in a cool way? It’s not a bad pain.” Tooru concludes.

After a minute flat, there is one blue heart on Tooru’s skin, and Tetsurou whistles. “Damn.”

“You like it?” The artist asks over his shoulder up at Tetsurou, who nods.

“How does it look?” Tooru asks, lifting the small mirror in his hand to look again. He lets out a loud, giddy, “Oh, wow! I love it!” Upon seeing the small but thick and almost cartoonish blue heart sitting imprinted in his skin. “Tettsun, it’s so cute, I’m in love.”

Another minute and a half later and Tooru hops out of the chair with two freshly-inked hearts glowing with a halo of reddened skin, looking as happy as a kid in a candy store as he throws his arms around Tetsurou in a big hug. “This was such a good idea, babe. I love it so much! And I love you ~~”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, Tooru.” Tetsurou says with a laugh as he takes his turn in the chair. He waits patiently while the artist covers Tooru’s tattoo with a small gauze and some tape before washing his hands and retaking his seat.

“Now, you can’t touch it for a good three to four hours,” He instructs, “I’d recommend leaving ‘em covered at least until tonight. And when you shower, don’t use anything that exfoliates. No fancy beady soap, no goddamn loofahs. And keep them moisturized. Unscented lotion only, okay?”

They both nod quickly, and Tooru takes the notes down on his phone.

“Is it true that some people get addicted to the feeling of the needle? Like a kink or something?” Tetsurou drawls, kicking his feet idly, watching the artist load his gun with a new ink tip.

The man lets out a hearty laugh at that. “Yeah, I get all kinds in here. Had this one girl, gettin’ a tramp stamp ‘for her man’, she said, went from sayin’ it hurt like a bitch to moanin’ like a damn whore till I was done.”

Tooru snickers. “That’s gonna be Tettsun in about three seconds. He tries to hide it but he’s kinky, too.”

Tetsurou flushes hotly. “Tooru!”

“What? You know it’s true. Fifty Shades of Tettsun.”

“Tooru, hus-Oh, whoa, that feels like...not what I expected.” Tetsurou cuts himself off mid-comeback when the needle finds its way to the skin of his hand. He tenses for a second, eye twitching at the sensation, before eventually settling into it, much like Tooru did a few minutes ago. An amused smile curls his lips as he watches the pen move across his skin, forming a thin-lined red heart just beneath his thumb.

“That does feel kinda good, not gonna lie.” He admits with a sheepish shrug.

“See? Told ya.” Tooru quips with a triumphant laugh, to which Tetsurou rolls his eyes. A thin blue heart quickly joins the red, linked in the lower bottom of the red heart, mirroring Tooru’s blue with the red linked in.

“The thing with hand and finger tattoos is that they tend to fade pretty quick,” the artist says as he shuts off the tattoo gun, “Especially if you work with your hands and stuff. You may have to touch it up every once in awhile.”

Tetsurou nods, admiring the small, thin hearts. The blue and red are vibrant and cheerful, just like him and Tooru. He can't fight down a fond smile.

“You purred a little, by the way.” The artist chortles as he discards the gun tip, and Tooru howls with laughter over Tetsurou’s frantic denials and apologies.

“No, I didn’t! Oh my GOD!”

“You did,” the artist eggs on, “It was this little rumble towards the end. You one of those “kink” people, huh? Don’t go gettin’ addicted to this, now.”

Tooru doubles over with laughter and Tetsurou blushes so hard he adds a new shade of red to the color spectrum.

*****

“You guys got matching tattoos?” Iwaizumi asks over the rim of his glass, voice deadpanned though amusement dances in his eyes.

“Yeah, we went on Wednesday! And FYI they came out really cute!” Tooru defends with a huff, “Look!”

At Tetsurou’s behest, they kept their gauzes on well into the night after they got home that first night, despite Tooru’s whining. And today, Saturday, Tooru decided it would be fun if they covered them back up while they decorated their apartment for their party.

And now Tooru’s itching for the big reveal.

He rips off his gauze, quickly followed by Tetsurou’s (“OW?!” WHAT THE FUCK, TOORU? A LITTLE WARNING WOULD’VE BEEN NICE!”) and shows off his tattoo proudly. “It was Tettsun’s idea to get the linked hearts. He’s such a romantic at heart.”

Tetsurou grumbles at the ‘romantic’ part, though he is smiling a bit.

“Yeah, you’re so romantic, dude! You’re a sap!” Bokuto slurs drunkenly but happily as he throws himself over Tetsurou to look as well, his screwdriver nearly spilling out of his cup with the motion.

“Bo, did you pour half that bottle into your cup when we weren’t looking?”

“Hic-MAYBE.”

“Give me the cup, Bo.”

“NO! I HAVE TO DRINK MY-HIC-MY ORANGE! I HAVE A COLD!”

Tetsurou manages to pull off looking annoyed while also laughing his ass off masterfully. “THERE’S NO FUCKING ORANGE JUICE IN THAT CUP, YOU ABSOLUTE JACKASS! GIVE ME THE CUP!”

“NO!”

The wrestling match that ensues falls into the background of the small party as everyone crowds around Tooru to get a look at his tattoo, since Tetsurou was currently preoccupied with separating his best friend from his liquor.

Akaashi peers over from behind the couch, a small, thoughtful smile on his face. “I like it,” He says, tracing the still raised lines on Tooru’s neck idly, “Simple, but elegant.”

“Thanks, Akaa-chan.”

“Kuro likes for people to think he’s a ‘bad boy’ but he’s just a nerdy romantic at heart.” Kenma chimes in over the 8-bit music track of his video game. He pauses the game momentarily to regard the pair of them with a rare but genuine smile. “But I think it suits the two of you pretty well.”

Tooru’s eyes glisten. “Pudding-chan!” He hollers and throws himself over onto an unprepared and definitely unwilling Kenma, pulling the smaller boy into a tight embrace, his loud wailing drowning out Kenma’s protests and annoyed cat noises.

“Babe, loosen up, will you? Kenma isn’t about your PDA.” Tetsurou hollers from where he has Bokuto in a headlock on the floor, still trying to pry the half-spilt cup of orange juice and vodka out of Bokuto’s clutches.

“You’re fighting a losing battle, Kuroo.” Iwaizumi says, laughing as he settles down onto the floor next to them, “Just let him have it.”

“You’re not the one who’s gonna have to nurse him tomorrow when he’s hungover,” Tetsurou mutters, but relents anyway. Victorious, Bokuto thrusts the cup--now effectively empty-- into the air, and pours the last bit into his mouth while laughing.

“Can I see yours?” Iwaizumi asks, and Tetsurou sticks his hand out. “How do you like it?”

“It’s kinda itching me, right now. But overall, I love it.”

Iwaizumi smiles. “You guys are so cheesy.”

“D’aww, thanks Iwaizoom.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You called us ‘cheesy’, I’ll call you whatever I waaant~~”Tetsurou sing-songs, laughing.

“IWAIZOOM! IWAIZOOOOM!” Bokuto hollers from the floor, laughing hysterically.

“Ugh,” Iwaizumi scoffs, though there is a small smile gracing his face, too. “You guys are good for each other, though. Happy one-year.”

Tetsurou smiles as he rises from the floor. “Thanks, dude.”

He spots Tooru walking into the kitchen and follows. When he walks in, Tooru is standing at the stove, pouring more tortilla chips into a bowl, singing along with the music blasting from the living room. Tooru beams at him when their eyes meet, and Tetsurou can’t resist.

He curls up to Tooru, embracing him from behind, as he always does, nosing over the small hearts on his skin.

“Is it still too soon for me to kiss it?” Tetsurou whispers into Tooru’s hair. He feels his boyfriend shrug.

“It's been days already,” Tooru replies quietly, “And I miss it.”

“Mm, I agree.” Tetsurou murmurs before pressing a lingering open-mouthed kiss to the spot. Tooru moans softly as his head falls back onto Tetsurou’s shoulder, eyes floating shut as his boyfriend kisses up his neck, mouthing tiny ‘I love you’s across the exposed skin.

Tooru turns in the embrace and pulls Tetsurou into a deep, smiling kiss.

“Happy one-year, baby.” He says when the kiss breaks, and they stay close for a while, content in each other’s arms and fingers tangled in hair. Their lips meet languidly between soft laughs and smiles and not so innocent promises of what’s to come as soon as the party’s over.

“These were a good idea, Tettsun,” Tooru says, kissing over Tetsurou’s own set of hearts before switching to bite and kiss at his fingertips.

Tetsurou swallows thickly.

He really can’t wait to see Tooru with nothing on but those two little hearts.

#exchange 2017 #hq rarepair exchange 2017 #oikuro #kurooi #fanfiction meme #haikyuu!!#boys be cheesy af

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