#and getting very frustrated at how the game keeps trying to drag them back onto one of the romance routes

[goodbyenorthernlights]

tbh the thing I wind up thinking about the most when watching Villainess Level 99 is how it would look as an actual game where you play as Alicia.

Not the original Light Magic and the Hero where Yumiella's this mean rival girl, but a version of Light Magic and the Hero where Yumiella does indeed appear to the player as this terrifying shadowy mass (who everyone else seems to perceive as human, albeit a creepy looking human based on their reactions) and acts stoically unhinged and focused entirely on leveling up, and every time you try to interact with her there's like a 9 in 10 chance that one of the love interests will show up to interrupt the interaction.

Like I just wonder how that would feel to the average player.

[moonlightdreamzz]

One more time … before you go? — ENHYPEN ♡

SUMMARY. Remember that time you tried to get Enha to go one more round, even though it was going to make them late for practice?

GENRE. $MUT

AUTHORS NOTE. No Niki in this one … I’m simply just not ready yet 😭 this all started with Jungwon….as always. I #needthat so bad omg. I’ll add a keep reading later!!! I use mobile 99% of the time lmfaooo.

HEESEUNG

Heeseung is halfway dressed, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing the marks you left across his skin. He should be leaving. His phone has buzzed twice with reminders for practice.

But you? You’re making it impossible.

Lying there with that smug little smile, eyes heavy with mischief, legs tangled in the sheets like you belong to him and only him. His mind is at war—responsibility vs. pure, unfiltered desire.

He exhales, rubbing his jaw before giving you that look. The one that makes your stomach flip.

“You’re gonna make me late,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement.

You stretch, your shirt slipping just enough to tease. “Mmm. And?”

His tongue flicks across his bottom lip. He eats this up—the softness of your skin, the dreamy way you’re watching him like he’s the only person in the world. And that part of him that wants to ruin you for this? Oh, it’s winning.

“You’re dangerous, baby,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair before he leans in, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of you.

“If you think you’ll ever be able to tame me,” you whisper, dragging your fingers down his chest, “you’re wrong.”

A slow smirk stretches across his lips. “Guess that means I have just enough time to teach you a lesson about playing fair.”

His shirt slides off his shoulders. His phone? Ignored.

JAY

Jay grips the edge of the dresser, head bowed as he takes a very deep breath. He’s fighting demons—no, you.

Because you know what you’re doing. Lying there, looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes that are anything but.

He should be walking out the door, but instead, he turns, slow and deliberate, raking his gaze over you like he’s memorizing every inch.

“You,” he starts, his voice lower than before, “are relentless.”

You tilt your head, pouting just enough to make him twitch. “What?” you murmur, dragging the sheets up like you’re shy—like you weren’t just begging for him an hour ago.

He exhales sharply, stepping closer, towering over you. “This. The games. The teasing.” His whole body is tense, like he’s trying so hard to keep his control. “You really think I have time for this?”

Your fingers graze the waistband of his sweats, featherlight, and his whole body stiffens.

“You always make time for me, Jay,” you whisper, biting back a smirk.

His jaw clenches. His hands tighten.

“Yeah,” he mutters before flipping you onto your back with one rough pull. “I do.”

JAKE

Jake’s halfway out the door—hoodie thrown on, bag slung over his shoulder. He’s already late.

But then you giggle.

Soft, sweet—dripping with amusement.

He turns on his heel, eyes narrowing. “What?”

You bite your lip, stretching out across the sheets, giving him a look that makes him twitch. “Nothing,” you hum, “just funny how you think you’re leaving me like this.”

Oh, you’re playing dirty.

“You’re unreal,” he mutters, dropping his bag as he stalks toward you. “Absolutely shameless.”

You hum, tilting your chin. “This is what you do to me, baby,” you breathe, dragging your fingers over his wrist as he reaches for you, “and you love it.”

His grip tightens. His breath hitches.

“God, I do.”

His lips crash against yours.

Practice? Long forgotten.

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his brow furrowed, a mix of frustration and desire flashing in his eyes. He’s trying to hold his ground, trying to convince himself that he’s leaving and that’s that.

But you’re lying there, playing your cards like you always do. That teasing little smile, the way your body moves under the sheets, bare skin on display—he knows exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, his voice low, almost warning you. “You know I have to leave.”

You stretch slowly, arching your back just enough to make him forget every reason he had for walking out the door. Your eyes are half-lidded, lips parted slightly as you hum, “So go.”

The playful, sweet tone of your voice has a fire starting in his gut, but he tries to remain composed. “Go, huh?” He swallows hard, the tension building between you two. His arms drop to his sides, but his fists are clenched, and he’s battling with himself, trying to stand firm. “You really think I’m just going to leave you like this?”

You smirk, pushing yourself up on your elbows, your gaze locking with his. “If you can,” you taunt, voice dripping with the kind of playful arrogance that always gets under his skin.

His eyes narrow, and his body shifts, as though he’s about to snap. “You really want to push me, huh?” His voice is deeper now, the usual calm replaced with an edge of frustration. His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to touch you but knowing it’ll make him lose control.

“Is that what you want, Hoon?” you murmur, sliding the sheets down your body just enough to show him what he’s trying so hard to ignore. You’re too much of a temptation. “You want me to beg you to stay?”

Sunghoon’s eyes darken with something dangerous, something raw. He takes a step closer, his breath becoming shallow. He grips the edge of the bed, leaning over you. “I don’t want you begging for anything,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “But you’re making it damn hard to walk out of here. You know that?”

You let your fingers trail up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt, the tension rolling off him in waves. “Then don’t,” you whisper, your lips brushing his ear as you push against his chest. “Stay with me. Just a little longer.”

He shakes his head, the small movement full of frustration. “You’re too damn good at this, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck as he dips lower. “But I warned you—if you keep this up, you won’t be able to walk straight when I’m done with you.”

You shiver under his touch, your body burning with need as he pulls you toward him. His lips crash against yours, hot and desperate, with all the pent-up frustration he’s been holding back. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, your body flush against his.

“You’ve got five minutes, Y/N,” he whispers between kisses, his voice a mix of hunger and control. “But I swear, if you keep pushing me, you’ll never leave this bed.”

SUNOO

Sunoo stands by the door, his hoodie half-zipped, fingers curled around the strap of his bag, but he’s not moving. His eyes flicker to you, still sprawled on the bed, sheets barely covering the evidence of what just happened. He swallows, hard, but masks it quickly with a smirk.

“I know that look,” he muses, leaning against the frame with practiced nonchalance. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You shift, stretching just enough to make his gaze darken. “Me? Never.” Your voice drips with feigned innocence as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “But you really think you can just leave me like this?”

His smirk falters for a fraction of a second. He’s eating up the way you’re looking at him—like he’s something to be worshipped. And he is, but God, you’re dangerous.

Sunoo clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he steps closer, the air around him shifting. “You’re so spoiled,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing against your jaw. “Always wanting more.”

His voice is low, teasing, but you see the way his chest rises and falls, the way his grip tightens like he’s already lost the fight before it’s even begun.

You lean into his touch, your lips barely grazing his palm as you whisper, “I can’t help that I know what I want…and I always get it.”

His breath catches—just for a second—before he exhales a sharp laugh, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you against him in one smooth motion.

“You’re so lucky I like my punishment sweet,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours, “or else I’d make you beg for it.”

You grin against his mouth. “Who says I won’t?”

His eyes darken. His bag hits the floor.

Practice can wait.

JUNGWON

Jungwon stands at the edge of the bed, jacket in hand, hair still messy from what you just did to him. He’s trying—really trying—to leave. But his knuckles are white around the fabric, his feet glued to the floor, because the way you’re laid out in front of him? Bare legs tangled in the sheets, skin still warm and glowing from before? It’s taking everything in him not to crawl back into bed and ruin you all over again.

“I have to go,” he mutters, but it’s weak. Half-hearted. Like he already knows he’s lost.

You stretch lazily, rolling onto your side, the curve of your body on full display. “Mmm, do you?” Your voice is teasing, sweet and slow, curling around him like smoke.

Jungwon clenches his jaw, eyes dragging over every inch of you like he’s committing it to memory. Like he’s already regretting leaving.

“You really think you can just walk out after that?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Jungwon, baby, look at you. You’re not going anywhere.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, hands flexing at his sides. “You’re unbelievable.” It comes out like a whisper, a confession, his resolve hanging by a thread.

You stand slowly, letting the sheets slip just enough to have him sucking in a sharp breath. “Am I?” you purr, stepping closer, your fingertips barely grazing his chest. “Then why do you look like you want to devour me all over again?”

Jungwon exhales through his nose, like he’s this close to snapping. His hands find your waist, grip tightening as his forehead drops to yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You hum, your fingers trailing up to tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him shudder. “But what a way to go, huh?”

His laugh is low, breathy—half frustration, half surrender. His lips brush against yours, teasing, lingering, almost giving in.

“God, you’re so spoiled,” he groans, but his hands are already pulling you flush against him, already betraying every excuse he tried to make. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

You smile against his lips. “You never do.”

And that’s it. That’s the final thread snapping.

Jungwon’s hands grip your thighs, lifting you with ease, pressing you into the wall with a heat that has your breath hitching. His lips find your neck, his voice rough, needy, wrecked.

“Do you even know what you do to me?” he murmurs, biting down just enough to make you gasp. “How fucking crazy you make me?”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, a smug smile playing on your lips. “Tell me.”

Jungwon groans, his lips trailing lower, his body pressing you tighter against the wall. “You’re perfect. Perfect, and you know it.” His voice is almost desperate now, like he needs you to understand just how far gone he is. “I swear, you drive me insane.”

You tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Then show me,” you whisper. “One more time, Jungwon. Prove it.”

His forehead drops to yours, his breathing uneven, his resolve completely shattered.

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” he rasps.

But his lips are already crashing into yours. His hands are already gripping, pulling, taking. And when he growls “Just one more” against your lips, you know—

He’s not leaving anytime soon.

[chuuyaspinkmotorcycle]

Day 21: Arcade

Chuuya watches the blinking red ‘Game Over’ screen in front him, the feeling of defeat infesting his insides once again as Dazai cackles from the other side of the gaming machine. 

Hands fisting with rage-induced tremors, he springs up, knocking his stool aside and looking over the top at the brunet. “Rematch, you cheating bastard!”

Dazai giggles, a smirk on his lips as he meets Chuuya’s eyes. “But Chuuya, that’s what you said last time. And the time before that and the time before–”

Chuuya screeches, dropping his head onto the machine and groaning out the rest of his frustrations. It is true, much to his derision, he has lost the last… four (?) matches. All he knows is that the score is 1-to-5 in Dazai’s favor, meaning the mackerel is the winner of this versus session.

After venting his not-so-kind thoughts into Dazai and the machine, he stands straight to cross his arms as narrows his eyes at Dazai. “Alright, what’ll it be this time?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Let me think about it,” Dazai says, getting up himself.

“What?! You had this whole time to think about it, are you shitting–”

Dazai grabs Chuuya’s hand suddenly, pointing across the arcade to something that Chuuya can’t even see thanks to a different machine in his way. Stupid beanpole and his stupid height.

“I want that! Chuuya has to get it for me as punishment!” Dazai does a little hop, whining more as he keeps pointing.

Of course he couldn’t clarify what it is. Chuuya doesn’t know if he’s about to agree to paying for a dumb trinket or the whole arcade.

“Stop that,” Chuuya starts, grabbing Dazai’s outstretched arm to reel it in before he smacks some unsuspecting person. “Tell me exactly what it is and what you want me to do. I’m not being forced to do extra work again because you didn’t specify the rules.”

Dazai rolls his eyes, snatching Chuuya’s wrist and practically dragging him to his destination before Chuuya can even react.

As they keep twisting and turning, Chuuya’s beginning to wonder how the bastard even saw whatever he’s aiming for.

And then he sees it.

It’s in one of the claw machines on the top shelf where people with no self-control are supposed to stick the claw’s handle through an itty-bitty hole.

Chuuya does have to admit, though – it IS cute. Very much so. And fluffy enough to have those blankets stores only bring out for the holiday season fucking jealous. 

Staring back at Chuuya with beady, shining eyes is one ginger, stuffed-plush cat big enough to fill Dazai’s greedy arms.

He’ll give it to Dazai – this is nowhere near the worst punishment he’s given. That doesn’t mean Chuuya has to be happy about it as he yanks out his wallet, though.

With even more grumbles, he inserts his first bill of the night, watching with the most deadpan expression he can make as the machine lights up, LEDs going wild in front of them at the prospect of another sucker.

Unfortunately, Chuuya knows how this part of the game goes. Dazai’s grip is tight on him, eyes laser-pointed at the item of his desire. 

Chuuya takes a breath, trying to focus as he feels the heat of Dazai’s hands seeping through his clothes. With a blink, he moves the stick controller, bringing the key towards the little hole on the other side of the glass. He pauses.

Behind him, he hears Dazai sniff, the judgement of it clear to Chuuya. The redhead whirls around.

“Bastard, fix it yourself–” and from the corner of his eye, he sees the key start to move forward, the timer having run out.

It misses by a centimeter. Chuuya growls, getting ready to insert the next bill.

Dazai continues his hold on him, this time going so far as to wrap his arms around his shoulders from behind and lean his head against the side of Chuuya’s.

The electric lights do their silly little dance again, and this time Chuuya makes sure to concentrate. This machine will. not. beat. him.

He lines it up, taking a moment to think. Dazai taps his chest twice, and Chuuya shifts the stick to the right the smallest amount he possibly can.

Just as he’s about to hit the button to get it to move, something bumps into Dazai and thus him, pushing him forward enough to hit the stick and the timer goes off.

Chuuya watches as the handle misses by more than just a centimeter.

And then a chill goes down his spine. He shifts in Dazai’s hold, glancing up and over his shoulder to see those black hole eyes pinpointed on a kid who didn’t even bother to apologize. Before the Demon Prodigy can cause anyone, child or not, to piss themselves, Chuuya shrugs him off.

He inserts one more bill. Just as Dazai moves to go back to his perch, Chuuya sticks his hand out to stop him.

The machine whirls to life again, this time with a red glow barely enveloping it. Chuuya brings the handle to where it was before using the actual stick, then from here he lets the machine do its thing.

As the key moves forward, he forces the machine to line itself up in the correct position, feeling the mechanics trying to go against him but they’re no use against the power of gravity.

The key fits perfectly, unlocking the glass box holding the plush and releasing it into a hole beneath it. A thunk near their feet alerts them to its delivery, and Dazai is quick to snatch it up and into his waiting arms, any traces of the Demon Prodigy long gone as he beams at Chuuya.

“Thanks, Chibi!” He squeezes the cat against his chest, and Chuuya tries to ignore the small thrill of butterflies flying around his stomach.

He frowns, looking away and crossing his arms. “Tch, whatever.”

He opens his eyes again. There, across from them in a corner of the store he couldn’t see earlier, is one of those shooting carnival games, this time with nerf darts to avoid any liabilities.

And above it, hanging from a little loop connected to the roof, is a black cat plush — reminiscent of Dazai’s new one to the point it could be from the same brand, a matching set.

He only spends a second staring at it, debating, before turning away. He’s got better things to spend his money on. It doesn’t matter how soft it looks or how cute. He’s not a kid like Dazai.

He makes a move for the exit, intent on getting out before he can rethink his decisions.

A foot to his shins has him almost hitting the floor. He knows exactly who did it as he catches himself. He couldn’t use his ability just then, after all.

“Dazai, what the fu–”

“Shh, there’s children in here,” Dazai admonishes, his trademark fake gasp popping out, albeit a little less dramatic. Before Chuuya can question it, Dazai’s twirling around to face the carnival-esque shooting game and marching forward, one of his hands wrapped around Chuuya’s wrist much like before.

“One round, please,” the brunet says, taking out his own wallet that Chuuya’s never actually seen until now and handing the cash over to the employee. With the nerf gun equipped, he glances at Chuuya for a split second and sends him a smirk. “Watch and learn, Chuuya.”

Chuuya really can only watch and learn as Dazai effortlessly hits five different targets in their bullseyes, one after the other. The electronics connected to them flash over and over with each hit.

And once a moment has passed for both the employee and Chuuya to pick up their jaws – mostly the employee, though – Dazai sets the gun back down and merely points up at the black cat plush.

The employee gets it down, leaving it on the counter for them to take.

Chuuya doesn’t immediately reach for it. Why would Dazai do this? It doesn’t make sense to him.

Dazai nudges his shoulder and he hesitantly reaches out to grab the plush.

Today is one of the few days he decided to forgo his gloves; the cat’s fur is just as soft as it looked. From here, he can tell that this one is a black version of Dazai’s, a duo set.

He’s never had a plush of his own.

“Why?” he asks, avoiding Dazai’s eyes as he stares into the black fur. Something in his chest is warming up. What, he doesn’t know.

“Chuuya wanted him,” Dazai says, shifting on his feet to sway from his toes to the balls of his feet. “And a thank-you for Slug.”

/That/ causes Chuuya to look up. “Hah?”

“What? He looks like chibi, doesn’t he?” Dazai shoves the orange plush into Chuuya’s face. “See, see?”

Chuuya scoffs, shoving ‘Slug’ out of the way. He sticks his tongue out. “If he’s Slug, then this one’s Mackerel.”

Dazai laughs then, high and airy – genuine – and Chuuya can only attempt to hide his reddening cheeks behind Mackerel’s head. He follows as the brunet leads them outside where the sun has begun to set.

And once they’re a few blocks away, when their lighthearted jabs fade into a comfortable silence, Chuuya gives his own thanks, earning the endearing sight of Dazai’s widened eyes and tinged cheeks before the other tries to wave it away.

[bboricha]

we did... what in your mind?!

➳ wc: ~600 ➳ pairings: pervert streamer!kaedehara kazuha x mind reader afab!reader ➳ cw: shibari, one (1) hickey, pet name (my love), praise kink if u squint ➳ kabukicho bad trip: 5wirl edition masterlist

synopsis: you're in lit class with one of the most famous people at your university, kaedehara kazuha, a streamer. you happen to be bored and ran out of things to do, letting your eyes wander around the room and you end up meeting kazuha's, getting a glimpse into his mind.

you're sitting in class, zoning out to the droning voice of your professor, going on about Chaucer or Conrad or something—you're not sure, you don't really care. heart...darkness...canterbury... it's whatever, it's not important.

you've already run out of things to do on your laptop too. solitaire? you're tired of it. tetris? you might rage even if it isn't a rage kind of game. amazon? you're too broke. you huff out a frustrated breath, opting to look around the class instead, to maybe daydream, or maybe listen to what others have to say. in their minds, you mean.

yes, you'd rather not listen to other people's thoughts because you know how creepy it would be if they knew, because you know, you just want to respect their privacy. but sometimes you genuinely can't help it if you happen to make eye contact with them—that’s what triggers it after all. it’s kind of hard though to keep your eyes cast down all the time because you also try to make an effort to seem like a normal, sociable person. it just gets awkward sometimes when you're speaking and they start thinking of a lunch menu instead.

your eyes wander over to kaedehara kazuha—a popular streamer known for his parasocial relationships with his fans that happen because he's apparently genuinely nice. not that it matters, but his existence in your class has been a bit of a nuisance to say the least. at the start of the semester, people used to flock around your class at the beginning and the end in hopes of snapping a photo of him. you understand why, he's very attractive pretty and famous, who wouldn't want a picture of an internet celebrity? a lot of people actually, but it doesn't too much anymore because apparently he asked on stream for people to stop it and to your surprise, they actually listened (lol). 

it was then his eyes met yours and you flinch, a barrage of obscene images flooding your head.

”you actually like being tied up, don’t you?” kazuha asks, the breath of his voice hits your ear as he tugs on the binds around your body, pulling you towards him. the red rope digs into your skin, the sting complementing the way his fat cock drags inside your walls. he sucks a mark onto the crook of your neck, promptly pushing you back into his pillows as he takes hold of your hips, spreading you apart as he pulls out, leaving just the tip in.

“you’re sucking me in so… much,” he groans, slowly thrusting back inch by inch, making you whine against his sheets begging for him to go faster. “patience is a virtue, my love.”

he bottoms out, grinding on you when he tugs at the rope again, tears falling from your eyes as a result. he takes notice of this, caging you with his frame as he leans in, the angle of his cock seemingly hitting you even deeper than before (if it was even possible), and he wipes the tears from your eyes.

“just a bit more, alright? you’re doing so well,”

you gasp, averting your eyes and immediately slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent any more unprompted noises. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?? you think, entirely unsure how to process this sudden surge of information. you cautiously look back up towards kazuha’s direction against your better judgment, almost flinching for a second time when you notice his stare. he mouths a “are you ok,” his thoughts reading as genuinely concerned so you vehemently nod your head and he smiles in return. you can feel your cheeks heating up as you place your arm on the desk, resting your chin on your hand and returning your attention to your computer that was left open on a new tab.

➳ an: foaming at the mouth i love ooc kazuha where there's more than meets the eye with him oh god

[sanjisboyfie]

soft yandere luffy

- mention of marking, but in a non sexual way

- this is all rather repetitive but UGH im sorry i couldnt not think more abt yandere luffy

he gets so jealous so so easily. hes so needy and starved for your attention and touch that he really cant comprehend the idea of you not giving both of those things to him. he will fiddle with your fingers, playing with them as a way of keeping skinship. he will lay his head on your lap or shoulder, taking up as much space as possible.

hes so possessive over you, the fact youre his crewmate is what really drives this possessiveness. why are you giving other people the time of day when youre his? hes your captain so pay attention to him already!!! likes pulling the captain card for no reason, "as your captain!!! you need to come cuddle with me now :3"

he will pout (like really, really pout - his bottom lip glistening with saliva and jutted out as he beggingly looks up at you) and whine audibly (voice trembling and everything, going up and down in pitch to convince you to listen to him), attempting to drag you off. and when those innocent actions arent enough he starts getting pissed. he gets angry at whatever is taking your time away from him - even if its another strawhat. he will glare, but for the most part sticks to glaring. if its a complete stranger though, thats kind of free game for anyone

"fuck off!!" he would suddenly shout, getting in their personal space and intimidating the fuckkkk out of them. "leave us alone!"

and then obviously no psychopath would try crossing luffy, so they run away with their tail in between their legs. and then luffy goes back to being cheery and all smiles. he shoots you his signature grin, buries his head in your neck and shoulders while hugging your waist, murmuring in a very very very happy tone, "mine, mine, all mine, hehe"

very unsettling especially with his usually cute exterior.

loves kissing and hugging you. its all so sloppy and its more saliva than anything, but to him its his favorite way of staking claim as yours and you as his. leaves his mark too. its not really something that is sexual to him, unless he wants it to be. beacuse for the most part it just plays out with him sitting on your lap and forcing your mouth onto his neck, pleading for you to mark him up. so he can confidently parade it around for everyone to see.

he interprets the civilians that stare too long as being intrigued in his relationship status and rushes over to them, explaining how his boyfriend marked him up as his and how he is very happily in a relationship. he is so sporadic when he talks, expressive as he uses his hands to point at all the places on his body you left your mark.

luffy also gets you guys in trouble a lot with marines when the crews supposed to be "secretive" due to their high bounties and then the first thing he says is: "hi! im monkey d. luffy and gonna be king of the pirates. this is my boyfriend [name] and hes my treasure!!!" with a really wide grin on his face. not even acknowledging how he exposed you guys as pirates.

soft yandere luffy is innocent 98% of the time, the last 2% are when someone pisses him off by taking up too much of your attention and he needs to release some frustrations. he just wants your love and attention and your time and your affection and your love and your hugs and your kisses. he wants you all the time <3

[87kelce]

—devil in my lap and a cross on my neck

summary: it doesn't take much for travis to get you going. especially after he's been riled up during a game.

warnings: smut (18+ only, no minors), slight angst, teasing, fingering, minor arguments, semi-rough sex, missionary, doggystyle, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of breeding kink, minor use of daddy kink, slight choking kink, aftercare

word count: 3017

notes: title taken from the song ordinary life by the weeknd. again, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶

The past couple of games have been nothing short of amazing for the team, they're on a 3 game win streak and looking to go for another. However, they're currently trailing by 9 points at half time and you can tell the players are getting nervous for the next half, especially your boyfriend. Travis isn't his usual self, he dropped an important catch in the first quarter and he's been worked up over it ever since.

You're sitting in his box with a few of his friends and everyone keeps making sure you're okay, knowing how worried you are about Travis' performance. The players come back out for the third quarter and they seem to be a bit more pumped up this time around. You're still antsy about Travis and you're focusing too much on his first half performance to notice he gets a touchdown, the whole box erupting around you. You shake your head and look up to the screen, watching the replay and celebrating with everyone in the box.

Even after the touchdown, the rest of the game just gets even more stressful, the Chiefs trying hard to fight back points. You're watching Travis like a hawk and you notice he's being agitated by one of the opposition players for most of the third quarter. He ignores it all, but it completely throws him off his game, dropping another important catch. He's so wound up and frustrated and you just wish the game was over already so you can comfort him and take him home to rest up.

The Chiefs fight back a few points in the fourth quarter but ultimately it's not enough for a win and you slump down in your seat when the game's over, staring up at the scoreboard. You catch Travis walking off the field, helmet in hand and not even bothering to high five the fans overlooking the tunnel.

You gave him time to get ready before going down to find him, hoping that upon seeing you, he'd be in a better mood. You waited a few moments, wondering where he was and then a hand was on your shoulder, before he interlocked your fingers together.

"C'mon.. let's go home."

He was blunt, almost pulling you out the stadium to the parking lot and into his car. You debated on whether or not to ask him how he was, but then you knew the response you'd get. So you just sat in silence for a brief moment, before his hand was on your thigh, fingers toying with the hem of your black pleated skirt. He hadn't taken his focus off the road when you looked over at him, but his left hand was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles almost turning white.

"Trav.."

"Don't say anything."

His hand on your thigh started squeezing at your skin, fingers dangerously close to your core. Your hands flew straight to his wrist, holding on tightly as he ran one finger underneath your panties, dragging it across your folds. You leant forward, face leaning into his forearm as he pulled his finger back, before tugging at your underwear. You got the hint and lifted your hips slightly, letting him pull them off and down your legs to pool at your ankles.

You glanced out the window and recognised the surroundings, knowing you were only a few minutes away from his house. All you could do was silently beg him to keep going, your hips bucking up into his hand.

"Easy, easy.. be patient."

You just whined into his arm, sliding down the seat slightly to grind against his hand.

"I said, be patient."

"Please.."

He didn't even respond, turning the car onto his street, before pulling up into his driveway. You started to get out the car, removing your seatbelt but Travis' hand squeezed your thigh, silently telling you to stay still. He then proceeded to get out, walk round the back of the car before opening your door. He wiggled his fingers at you, indicating for you to swing your legs round, before he reached down to grab your panties, stuffing them into his trouser pocket. Standing back, he let you get out the car before he shut the door and let you walk up to the front door, him following closely behind. He handed you the key and you opened the door, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch.

"Baby.. just sit down and relax, please."

He just ignored you, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water from the fridge. You watched him take a few sips before putting it down on the counter.

"Talk to me, please.."

"Dropped two fuckin' catches today.."

"I saw.. but there's nothing you can do about it now.."

"Yeah, no shit. I'm still fuckin' pissed off though.."

Your eyes darted to his hand gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, watching his knuckles turn white as he tightened his grip. He dropped his head and clenched his jaw, before he brought his hand up to his face, dragging it down and shaking his head.

"So what was that in the car then?"

"Needed some stress relief."

You just rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and facing away from him on the couch. Now he was even more pissed and you could tell. You heard him sigh deeply before he spoke lowly and authoritatively.

"I'll give you five minutes to get upstairs and get into bed.. and I want everything off except the skirt."

You turned round to face him and he didn't even look at you, his head still facing the ground.

"You heard me."

You should be mad at him. Mad at him for being a dick after the game and barely acknowledging you, mad at him for touching you up in the car and leaving you high and dry, mad at him for starting an argument over something he did. But your legs wobbled as you walked towards the stairs and headed up, into the bedroom, stripping off and leaving the skirt on. You lay down on your front, lifting your legs in the air and spreading them out slightly when you heard his footsteps on the stairs.

Travis waited a few minutes downstairs before following after you, heading upstairs into his bedroom. When he saw you, he stepped towards the bed slowly, hands running up your thighs to your skirt, lifting it up slightly. Travis pushed at your legs, silently telling you to flip over onto your back. When you did as he said, you saw his hands grab at your ankles, pulling you closer to him at the edge of the bed. He then brought your legs up beside his waist, holding the backs of your knees and propping you up.

"This all for me?"

You just nodded, hands reaching down for the hem of your skirt and lifting it up. His eyes darted down and then back up at you.

"I've had a pretty bad day.. you think this pretty pussy can handle it?"

One of his hands made its way to between your legs, his thumb rubbing over your folds and sensitive area, making you arch your back slightly. You turned your head to the side, trying to hide it into the mattress, but then you felt his other hand drop from your leg to cup your chin, turning you back to face him.

"I asked you a question, baby."

"Yes.."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I can handle—"

"Try again, baby."

"Yes, this pretty pussy can handle it."

"Good girl."

You watched as Travis put one knee on the edge of the bed, moving back slightly to let him kneel down on the mattress properly. He adjusted your legs to drape over his thighs, his hands bunching your skirt up around your waist before dragging them down your thighs, squeezing at your skin. He slightly tilted his head, eyes raking over your whole body.

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

"Mmhm.. I promise."

"A good girl for who, baby.."

"For Daddy.."

"That's right, baby.."

Travis leaned down, his mouth pressing soft kisses to your cheek, then down to your jaw and then your neck. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, balling the material into your fists as you felt him kiss down your body. He stretched his legs back out onto the floor at the end of the bed, kneeling down and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes flicking up at you from between your legs. Without breaking eye contact, he turned his head slightly to press a soft kiss to the inside of your left thigh, then turned his head the other way to kiss the inside of your right thigh.

You dropped your head back onto the mattress, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other hand moving to your skirt, grabbing it and holding it against your stomach. Then you felt Travis' hands on the backs of your thighs, spreading them out slightly before his tongue was diving in between your folds, causing you to whimper and whine out, tears slightly forming in your eyes. He dropped one hand from your thigh, letting your leg drape over his shoulder while his hand moved up to palm at your breast, squeezing and kneading at your soft skin. His mouth wasn't letting up however, his tongue continuing to lick through your folds, his lips sucking at your sensitive nub. You were already worked up slightly from his hand toying with you in the car ride home, so it wasn't long before you dug your heel into his back, indicating to him you were getting close.

"S'okay baby.. this is the first of many tonight.."

You sighed out and arched your back, before dropping it slowly back to the mattress, letting your orgasm wash over you while Travis continued to eat you out. He did, however, slow down his movements, working you through it as gently as he could. As he pulled his head away from between your legs, he brought his hand back down to between your legs.

"Look at you makin' such a mess for Daddy."

You could only whine, his fingers playing around with your folds, spreading them open and running his fingers through them. He was still kneeling at the end of the bed, your ankle now resting on his shoulder as he watched you relax on the bed. Travis tapped the inside of your thigh and when you looked down at him, he nodded upwards, silently telling you to move back up the bed. You did as he asked, letting him kneel back up on the bed, your thighs once again resting over his thighs. His hand moved back down to between your legs, the backs of his fingers running through your folds, distracting you as he pulled down the waistband of his shorts. With his free hand, he pulled out his cock, stroking it a few times, before pulling his hand away from your core and bringing the tip of his cock to push through your folds.

"You ready, baby?"

"Please.."

"Please what?"

"Please.. Daddy.."

Travis took the hand that wasn't around his cock, and placed it beside your shoulder on the bed, his other hand pushing himself inside you. Your back instinctively arched off the bed again and he placed his hand on your stomach, gently pushing you back down.

"Easy, baby.. relax.."

You sighed out, feeling his head drop down to your shoulder, his lips on your skin, kissing softly across your collarbone area. His movements were slightly slow at first, just letting you adjust to his size like he does every time you're in bed together, but also letting you feel everything. It was always overwhelming in a good way, his cock inside you to the hilt, his lips leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck and his body on top of you, engulfing you as he ground his hips against your core.

Then all of a sudden, Travis pulled out, tugging at your leg for you to flip over onto your stomach. You obliged and felt him kneel up behind you, one of his hands grabbing at your waist to hold you up while the other pushed his cock back inside you. His pace was getting slightly faster now, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing around the room. You knew it was what he needed after the game today, and you were more than willing to let him take his frustrations out on you. Your hands were gripping onto the bedsheets, whining muffled by the pillow for a short second before you felt his hand creep up round your throat, pulling you up and against his chest. Your head fell back against Travis' shoulder, while his hand was holding onto your neck, not too loosely but also not too tight.

"Tell me how it feels, baby.."

"Good.. feels so.. uhh.. good.."

The new angle was driving you crazy, his cock hitting you just right inside and you were almost going limp against him, the only thing holding you steady was his hand on your hip and the other on your neck. He pulled your hips right back against him, his other hand letting go of your neck to push you back down onto the mattress. Travis lifted one of his legs up, placing his foot down on the mattress beside your leg, his hips now pushing down against you. He started up a rougher pace, pulling out all the way before slamming his hips against you, but then slowed down when he filled you up, grinding his hips against you. He took one hand from your waist and bunched up the skirt material into his fist, his other hand moving to spread out across your back, holding you in place almost.

"You hear those sounds, baby? Y'hear how wet you are?"

"M'close.. please.."

"Let go baby.. I got you.."

He pulled out to the tip once again, before slowly pushing himself back inside you, hearing you sigh as your second orgasm washed over you. Travis leaned down, kissing your shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in your ear to relax you, his hand rubbing at your back gently.

"You got another one for me, baby? Think you can come again for me?"

All you could do was whimper, feeling him flip you over onto your back, legs flopping over his thighs and his cock dropping out of you. Your hands reached up for him, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him down, your lips connecting with his. One of your hands moved up to hold his cheek while the other cradled the back of his head, scratching at his buzzed hair. You felt Travis run the tip of his cock through your folds and you just nodded while kissing him, letting him push back inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut, hips absentmindedly grinding against him while he rocked his hips back and forth slowly. You pulled away from him, dropping your head into the crook of his neck as he rested his forehead on your shoulders. He took one of his hands that was on your hips, to move between your legs, thumb rubbing at your core, trying to pull a third orgasm out of you as quickly as he could.

As you ground your hips against him, you could hear him grunt against your neck. He was close but you could tell he wanted you to come before he did—but he wasn't lasting long. He moved the hand on your hip to place his palm on the bedsheets beside your head.

"M'gonna come.. fuck.."

"Don't.. mmph.. don't pull out.."

You heard him groan against your neck, and then the bedsheets underneath you went slightly taut, his hand gripping tightly.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck a baby into you?"

"Yeah.."

"Wanna be filled up?"

"Please.."

"Alright baby.. alright.."

Travis placed soft kisses to your neck, his hips pushing against you, before he grunted against your skin. You could feel his cock pulsate and spill his load inside you, the warm liquid filling you up. His breathing got heavier as he pulled away from you, only now removing his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He pulled back, standing at the foot of the bed, pulling you close and bending your legs back slightly, watching as his load dripped from your core. He wiped you up clean with his t-shirt before throwing it in the laundry basket. You lay on the bed and watched him remove his shorts, also throwing them in the laundry basket before grabbing a spare pair from the closet. He grabbed a t-shirt for himself, before grabbing another one for you and coming back to the bed. He took your hand, sitting you up and helping you into the t-shirt, before he put the other one on himself. You moved back up the bed and let him walk round, getting into his side, but sliding up against you.

"Sorry for being a dick earlier.."

"Hey, it's okay.. I know you were just frustrated from the game.."

"Doesn't make it okay for me to take it out on you though.."

"Well.. I kinda liked it.."

Travis just laughed, pulling you in closer to him and wrapping his arm around your stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, closing his eyes. You just instantly relaxed into his touch, letting his hand roam over your stomach, pressing gently and squeezing at your hips, massaging your skin. His lips kissed at your neck again, more softly this time, making your eyes flutter closed.

"G'night baby.. I love you.."

"Love you too.."

He pressed one last kiss to the back of your neck, before he rested his head on his pillow, eyes closing once again as he drifted off to sleep. His light snoring made you smile as you drifted off to sleep yourself, feeling completely safe with his arm around your stomach and his warm body pressed against your back.

[b14augrana]

Nervous

You find yourself sitting next to Lucy on the team bus during the ride to your first match after an interesting first impression

Lucy Bronze x teen!reader

pt. 1 masterlist

Warnings: teen reader so no smut and also not proofread xx

A/N: this was requested!! sorry it took ages for me to write this second part, it’s been a hard week for barça fans 🫤. bear with me guys but this is kinda short 🤦‍♀️!! i’m making up for it with a part 2 of my ona fic if anyone cares heh… 😅

Meditating. The only way you could possibly shake off the nerves of your first game... if that was even possible. What was a big deal to most players was an even bigger deal for you. Not because it was a special match of any sort, but because you felt like you had something to prove, y'know, being 17 and all. Being young, underestimated, and in some eyes, unreliable.

That all led you to sitting cross-legged on your bed, meditating and almost losing your breath completely trying to hold it and calm yourself down. You couldn't tell if it was actually calming you down or just getting you closer to losing consciousness, so you stopped shortly after.

The team bonding sleepover you had with your new teammates had flown by, and before you knew it, it was 6 something in the morning and you were calling a taxi to take you back to La Masia, your bags slung on your arms and weighing your already tired body down. That was a couple days ago, and now you weren't as groggy and you had retrieved the t-shirt you left at Aitana's house.

You liked it though. You got to know the girls and you definitely bonded. You just could not stop thinking about Lucy.

She was cocky, and she was attractive — that was probably the worst combination. What made it even worse was that she knew she was attractive.

It wasn't just the way she talked, but the way she sat with her legs spread and her arms splayed along the couch, the way the muscles in her forearm slightly flexed with every slight movement, the way she smiled. The way she was very, very well aware of the effect her actions had on you.

"Muchaha, vamos!" said a voice from the hall of the dormitories which you could only recognise as Ona. She peered around your door frame, rolling her eyes. "Are you gonna move or keep sitting there? We've got a bus to get on!"

"Shit, I forgot about that. Lo siento," you replied, snatching up your gear and almost tripping on your way out. You stumbled down the hallway and down the stairs, exiting the academy complex to be faced with the huge team bus. It was staggering to realise how big it actually was, and you were glued to the spot in shock for a moment before a firm tug on your wrist snapped you out of your trance and dragged you onto the bus.

At first glance, it looked like there weren't any seats at all. "Where are you gonna–" you started, but then you were cut off. "Looks like someone saved you a seat, Ona remarked.

You looked at her, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, and they tightened when she dashed to the back of the bus and slumped next to Aitana. You threw your hands up and shook your head in further confusion.

She pointed to the only other vacant seat, and their simultaneously mischievous winks didn't make sense until you looked over to where they were pointing.

Lucy was looking at you with a smirk, and beside her was an empty seat. Your eyes widened as you glared at Aitana and Ona, pleading and begging with your eyes for them not to make you sit next to her. They had obviously picked up on your behaviour around Lucy, because they pretended not to notice you, leaving you with no other option but to sit next to Lucy. Her smirk was far from welcoming, and it actually irritated you as you threw your bag into the overhead luggage compartment and sat down, crossing your arms.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Did I do something?" she jeered, whispering in your ear. "Cut it out, Lucy," you snapped back.

"Hey, this isn't my fault. You're the one that's all frustrated for no reason about sitting next to me when I’ve done nothing," she replied, laughing at your behaviour.

"You’re too pretty to be scowling like that. Gives you wrinkles," Lucy continued, looking over at you with that same smirk that you just wanted to slap off her face. That same smirk that drove you crazy in more ways than just one. You couldn’t tell if it was just her personality, or if she deliberately did these things to get under your skin. Either way, that’s what was happening.

"Whatever. Thanks, I guess," you mumbled, not being able to help the warmth in your cheeks. You knew it was wrong, because you were 17, she was God knows how old, but you couldn't help whatever it was that made you want her despite wanting to hate her so badly. It was a contradiction you couldn't escape, one that would seem to trouble you until you were 18.

It was irritating to be so bothered and nervous by the woman beside you who could do nothing and still make your breath hitch. Ona and Aitana were probably having a field day in the back of the bus as they watched you struggle, knowing exactly why you were behaving the way you were; because you were attracted to the Englishwoman. You knew it came with being a teenager, but having desires about a certain someone was the last thing you needed on this day specifically, let alone every other day that you’d have to spend with her because it was inevitable.

“¡Mírala! Obviously she likes it,” Aitana whispered to the other Spaniard on her left.

Ona snorted and replied in a hushed voice, “Ni siquiera es mucho más joven, pero aún así sería ilegal. ¡No queremos que Lucy vaya a la cárcel!”

They tried to stifle their laughs as they watched you sneak not-so-discreet glances at the woman beside you. Their attempt was successful for the most part, because you and Lucy didn’t hear, but Patri did, and she gave Ona and Aitana a suspicious glare.

You weren’t paying attention to them — you were too busy distracting yourself by counting down the minutes until you arrived in València… and also the days until your 18th birthday. For no specific reason.

[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Can I request sub beefy reader with a dick and dom fem nat reader calls her mommy, nat had been teasing reader all day with revealing clothes soft touches and the casual bulge grab while they're out in public readers so needy n begs nat to just touch them but nat wants to wait til they're home. They finally get gome n nat haves her way with readers cock playing with the tip teasing them more til nat gets needy too and rides reader into oblivion 

AN: Reader has a penis. No pronouns used.

(The bottoms better blow this up and not let me down.)

Your grip on Natasha’s waist tightens subtly, but it’s enough for her to notice and cluck her tongue at you warningly. She’s currently sitting on your lap while the two of you join the rest of the Avengers for a game of Monopoly, but you’re ready to throw all your money at the bank if it means getting to leave and go back to your room with your girlfriend. 

She’s been teasing you all day and you don’t know how much longer you can stand it. Not that you really have a choice, but it’s frustrating enough that you’ve been hard for hours and there is no way you can normally function with basically no blood left in your brain. 

“Nat,” you whine when she grinds down on you. “Can we go upstairs now?” you whisper.

“Wait until we finish this round,” she says, leaning forward to roll the dice and move her token around the board. You slump back moodily as Natasha pays rent to Steve for landing on his property. “All right, that’s enough stealing my money,” she announces, finally getting off your lap and grabbing your hand. You stand directly behind her, trying to hide your hard-on from the rest of your co-workers. “Anyone want to join us for dinner?”

“Dinner?” you squeak. Unless Natasha is talking about letting you eat her for dinner, the last place you want to go is a restaurant for a legitimate meal.

“All this board game playing made me hungry,” she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

“You two go ahead,” Clint says, and everyone else murmurs their agreement, sensing the unresolved tension.  

“Perfect, come on, babe. I’ll drive.” Natasha drags you down to the garage. You don’t say anything when you get into the car, grumbling in your seat at being cheated out of your promise.

“Why are you acting so grumpy?” Natasha snaps suddenly.

“You said after we were done with the last round,” you respond.

“I said what?”

“That we could go upstairs.”

“No. I said to wait until we finish the last round. But I didn’t say what we were going to do,” she emphasizes and you huff at your lack of attention to the details. But can she really blame you? “If I don’t eat in the next thirty minutes, it’s going to be very bad for you. You can wait a little longer.”

“Fine.”

She takes you to a familiar Chinese restaurant, but you have no appetite for food. Natasha takes her time looking over the menu, despite her earlier statement that she was famished, and you’re pretty sure she’s doing it on purpose. She’s sitting next to you in the booth, her hand first resting on your knee and creeping up to your thigh.

She palms at your bulge between bites of fried rice, and you can hardly feed yourself with the distraction. 

“Nat please,” you beg, struggling to keep your hips still. “Can we go home now?”

“I want dessert first.”

But there’s no dessert here, so she walks you down to the ice cream parlor next door. Your leg bounces anxiously as she orders a cone for herself, offering you a bite first but you decline. She licks teasingly at the ice cream, her tongue swirling up the white dessert in an achingly familiar manner that makes your cock throb harder in your pants. 

You look away, afraid that you’re going to cum right in the shop. Natasha finishes her ice cream and finally, finally takes you back home.

She pushes you onto the bed, quickly undressing herself while you kick off your pants and yank off your shirt. When she climbs onto you, rocking her pussy against your abs, you moan and grab at her desperately.

“Mommy please, I need you so badly,” you say. 

“Don’t touch me,” Natasha demands, slapping your hands back to your sides. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.” Which isn’t really a threat, but you do like having some autonomy in bed with her.

You lie back, looking down at your cock, which is fully erect and pulsing out a steady stream of pre-cum already. Natasha sits between your legs, eyeing you hungrily. She wraps her hand around your aching cock and the touch alone is enough to make you moan, but you bite your lip and keep your arms firmly by your side. 

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” she asks, squeezing your tip every time her hand completes an upstroke.

“Yes, yes,” you pant.

“So you’d rather have my hand than my pussy?”

“Uh, no,” you stutter. While you love every part of Natasha and would never complain about what she offers, you do have your favorites. Her pussy would always reign supreme over her mouth and hand, but you knew than better than to say no to any of them. 

Natasha stops stroking you, but her thumb continues to rub over your slit and you squirm helplessly on the bed, utterly desperate for her touch. 

“I don’t know why I’m even rewarding you. You’ve been whiny and annoying all day,” she says, as if she doesn’t love your reactions to her. You suck in a breath when her whole hand wraps around you again, squeezing you at just the right spots to make your entire body tremble. 

“I’m...I’m sorry,” you apologize. 

“I don’t know if you deserve anything more than my hand tonight,” Natasha says, and you’re so distracted when she squeezes your tip that you don’t notice her other hand dive down between her legs and press against her own arousal.

“Please, please,” you beg. “I’ll do anything. I’ll let you do anything,” you say in hopes that she’ll have mercy on you tonight. 

“Hmm. I’ll have to think about,” Natasha replies like she hasn’t already made up her mind. She spends a few more minutes teasing you until your entire cock is practically coated in your own pre-cum, the head a much darker shade as you near your release that Natasha won’t let you have.

“Nat,” you whimper again. 

“Shut up.” She lets go off your cock and mounts you in one smooth move. You nearly cum right when her velvet pussy slides around you, but Natasha grabs onto your shoulders so tightly and pinches your skin that you’re too distracted by the momentary pain to finish. 

“Thank you, thank you,” you say as you carefully hold onto her hips as she bounces on your dick wildly. 

“This is for me, not you,” she reminds you, but you know she’ll let you get your release. Maybe just after hers, though.

You lean back into the pillows, panting, your abs clenching as you try to keep yourself under control. You watch your slick cock disappear into her tight heat over and over, listening to the filthy noises it creates. “Oh God, Nat,” you moan, throwing your head back and allowing her to use your body as she sees fit. 

“Fuck, you still stretch me out so well,” she says, her nails digging into your chest as she forces you to lie flat. The entire bed bounces and moves, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you break the frame again tonight. Natasha is almost like a wild animal with the way she rides you, like she hasn’t fucked you in weeks.

“You can only cum after I do,” she demands, as she starts to clench around you harder and more sporadically.

“Okay,” you whimper, hoping that you’ll be able to keep your end of the deal when your body feels like it’s on fire.  

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Natasha screams as she comes undone on top of you, leaning back to brace herself on your muscular thighs as she gushes around you. You waste no time finishing yourself, jogging your hips up to empty your load into her. 

She’s still panting as you lean up to kiss her in appreciation, but she shoves you back down, leaning forward to grab onto your biceps so she can keep you pinned on the mattress. Natasha rolls her hips aggressively, and your cock, now sensitive from your orgasm, is still inside of her.

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” she demands, and you can only whine as she uses you for the rest of the night.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I love your writing! I'm absolutely thrilled I found your blog, I am a fanatic for your danganronpa writing.

I was wondering if I could request HC's for fuyuhiko, Ryoma, and kazuichi(separate) with a S/O who is ishimaru's younger half sister(like year or so younger), and despite being very different, ishimaru and S/O are very close. How would the three cope with Ishimaru's bullshit, because there's no way he isn't incredibly intrusive on their relationship. This has been on my mind for awhile, honestly.

-🧱Anon

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed my DR writings. It's good to be back after a few years <3

I got a few ideas from the UTDP game bc while it's not canon I adore the short interactions Taka had with these three

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Fuyuhiko

For the young yakuza..it felt strange having a normal relationship as most highschoolers did.

But somehow you made it work, although there were hurdles you had to overcome to even get close to him in the first place.

Gaining his and Peko's trust was the first step, which meant not being perturbed by his fiery attitude and her protective nature, and actually getting to talk to him one-on-one.

He's surprised that all of his insults didn't drive you away, although he remembers you've got the blood of the Ishimaru family running through your veins; you're stubborn as hell and not one to back down from a challenge.

Even if the challenge was to befriend a guy who basically told you to "fuck off" every other day.

When you two finally became friends and eventually start dating months later, he wondered if you had any enemies who saw your grandfather's downfall as a disgrace and still hold onto that same resentment towards his kin...

But you reassure him that's the least of his concerns.

And he didn't have to worry about gaining your father's approval, which confused him a lot--since he was in the police force and surely wouldn't like hearing about his daughter dating a notorious clan leader.

Imagine Fuyuhiko's surprise when you tell him that it's your older half-brother, Kiyotaka, that he should be worried about.

"Wait...the hall monitor guy? You two are related????"

That's never occurred to him until now, but you don't blame him for it.

Despite having similar physical traits, you two had vastly different personalities. Taka was louder, more strict, and some would even call him a self-righteous nuisance, while you stayed your honest and true self, keeping a levelhead and knowing that there's more to life than just studies (although you try to prioritize them whenever necessary).

You both believe in working hard to achieve what your hearts desire, and because you share that same goal, you were close and even ran the public morals committee together.

So when you finally introduce your boyfriend to Taka, he immediately wants to know what his intentions are.

If anything, he's worried about the ramifications of you dating a yakuza, wanting to know if you'll be safe, if it'll affect your duties/studies, etc. etc.

Even though Peko had sworn to protect you both from threats, Taka still has his concerns.

He acts very overbearing, and after a few weeks it comes to a head when you and Fuyuhiko are just taking a break from an event, only for Taka to storm over and express disappointment and claiming he's a "bad influence" for apparently "dragging" you away from your responsibilities.

Before you could defend yourself, your bf does so--in his own hotheaded way, of course.

"It was HER choice to take a fucking break, dude. Would it kill you to back off a little??? You'll be fine without her for a few minutes. God. I can't believe you're related to this guy, [y/n]..."

That struck a nerve in Taka, as he excuses himself to go sulk somewhere--to which you leave to comfort him while Fuyuhiko is still brimming with irritation.

Eventually, though, he does some reflection and realizes maybe he was being kind of a dick....so he finds you two and apologizes, admitting he was frustrated and just wanted to be viewed as "normal" for once.

Fortunately your half-brother forgives him on the spot, promising to step back and let your relationship thrive without his constant intrusion.

Ryoma

The former tennis pro took a risk falling in love with you, obviously due to his past and reputation as a prisoner who once faced death row.

After realizing you were part of the Ishimaru family who still had unpaid debts spanning generations, he wanted to protect you at all costs, often worried day and night that someone's gonna come along to "collect" that debt.

Considering what happened to his last girlfriend, his fears were understandable, but you reassured him that you had no known enemies.

One day, he's surprised when you tell him your half-brother wanted to meet him--although that was better than meeting your father who was in the police force.

Taka was quick to figure out you were dating someone and requested a meeting, wanting to make sure this guy was good to you and didn't distract you from your studies/talent-related duties.

You mentioned ahead of time that Ryoma used to be in prison, but he firmly believes in people redeeming themselves and working hard to become good members of society again if they wanted to. So he didn't seem too worried.

But the meeting ends up turning into more of an interrogation.

Your boyfriend barely gets to say "hey" before he's scolded for having a cigarette in his mouth---only for him to reveal that it's candy---and then get another reprimand for having said candy on school grounds.

You defend him like "bro please, he's trying to overcome an addiction", and for a moment Taka settles down.

But then he goes on to ask why he'd keep reminders of his criminal past with him (the iron cuff on his leg and the prison jumpsuit), wondering why he's not dressed like his Ultimate at all.

Ryoma made the mistake of saying he gave that up.

Taka's horrified at the notion that somebody would just "throw away" their talent after working their whole life to achieve such a title.

He asks why he'd willingly destroy his own future--to which your boyfriend finally gets fed up with all the questions, responding that he shouldn't be judging the choices of somebody he barely knows before walking off.

You leave to talk with Ryoma sometime later, apologizing for Taka's behavior and explaining that he could be insensitive at times, and just needed help understanding other people's perspectives.

He admits he might've lashed out, feeling jealous of your half-brother's fighting spirit that continued to persevere despite facing such a huge tragedy in his family.

He himself wishes he had that same spark, even though you pointed out that their circumstances were highly different.

Eventually, him and Taka are able to have a mature conversation, with Ryoma explaining how he was in an extremely dark place and lost a lot of people he loved, going to prison just for trying to avenge them.

He didn't think life was worth living anymore until you showed up and gave him a reason to keep going, helping him enjoy tennis again. Even if it's just a ping pong match every once in a while.

He promised Taka--from one man to another--that he'll be nothing but good to you and will prove it.

He's ready for him to say that was a "poor excuse" for giving up his talent and committing crime...

But instead Taka just starts bawling, moved by his will to live again and revive his talent.

"Cool your jets, man.." Ryoma gets flustered. "I didn't say I'd go back to being pro overnight."

"Bu....But I-I am touched by your story!! And here I was, making horrible assumptions about your life and your intentions with my sister! Forgive me!"

When you show up, he profusely apologizes for scrutinizing your partner, now knowing the full story and deciding to put his trust in him from there on.

Of course he might bug you two about studying and not engage in pda so much, but you both try ignoring it.

If you ever expressed annoyance about it, Ryoma says that while he agrees sometimes, you shouldn't take it for granted.

Kazuichi

They've shared passing glances in the halls, with Taka completely disapproving Kazuichi's "uniform" and outlandish style, trying to convince him to change.

But the Ultimate Mechanic, immature as ever, just mocks him and calls him a "nerd" before running away from the angry Ultimate Moral Compass--coincidentally finding you, his partner of one month.

Somehow, he doesn't know Taka is your half-brother, even with the distinct red eyes and eyebrows that ran in the family and the fact that you were co-leader of the public morals committee.

You reveal that to him after he's done explaining why he looked so scared....and his eyes turn to saucers.

"H-He's...your BROTHER??? But you two act nothing alike!!"

"Half-Brother, Kazuichi." You correct. "We share the same dad."

"Huh? Same dad....different mom?"

"......"

"Ohhhhhh, okay now I can see the resemblance-"

"Well..no shit! How was it not obvious from the start?!"

"AH! Y-You yell just like him, too!" He squeaks, terrified.

But now he understood why Taka always seemed to be watching you two, assuming he was jealous that some "sleazy" guy like him could get a date.

Nope. You just have an overprotective family member.

Taka had little trouble finding you both, and things get even more awkward when you explain to him that the pink-haired troublemaker who always called him a nerd was your boyfriend.

That goes about as well as you expected.

"[Y/n], as part of the Ishimaru family, we're expected to hold ourselves to the highest standards! And that goes for anything in your personal life! Including relationships! So please tell me what you see in this unkempt gentleman and his countless dress code violations!!"

"Shit. What're you, her dad??" Kazuichi gets defensive fast. "You need to chill, dude. [Y/n] doesn't mind my style. She digs it!"

"...well uh..." You sweat a little, already sensing your half-brother's disappointment.

After that incident, Taka's gonna have your relationship with the mechanic under a microscope for quite some time.

He hoped you'd set a good example, and maybe help him change his attire to look more appealing and mature--or at the very least convince him to wash his jumpsuit.

You too once thought Kaz was always up to no good, considering how much he bothered Sonia and whatnot, until you got to learn that deep down he felt insecure and undesirable, his appearance only being that way because it made him feel somewhat more confident in himself.

So you gave him a chance to prove he could be a good partner.

And you don't regret it, as he's been the sweetest guy ever--building mechanical trinkets to decorate your dorm with and letting you study instruction manuals so you could ask questions and get him passionate about his talent.

Given the longstanding banter between him and Taka, proving to the latter that he's treating you well was going to be a challenge.

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy, [y/n]?"

"He makes me laugh, Taka."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O dragged Skeleton along with them to a trampoline park

Undertale Sans - He's lying on the floor as a bunch of children are jumping all around him. All you can see is his body flying from time to time from one trampoline to another because someone managed to make him move. He's sleeping the whole time though, and doesn't mind much actually.

Undertale Papyrus - You made the mistake of taking Undyne with you two. Undyne immediately taunts Papyrus to jump higher. They both jump so high they're now stuck to the ceiling, holding for dear life to a cross beam and begging you to call for help because they can't get down. You're banned from the trampoline park at the end of the day.

Underswap Sans - He's super fast, his body so light he's bouncing uncontrollably from one trampoline to the other. You can't keep up with him, you just can't. After an hour, he still has the same energy while you're lying on the floor like a dying sea star, unable to lift a leg anymore. He can't be stopped.

Underswap Papyrus - He jumps two times, slips, and slams his face on the only spot unprotected with foam, knocking himself out in three seconds. How did that skeleton survive so long again? It's a mystery to you.

Underfell Sans - He's playfully hunting you, randomly jumping on your back to bite your shoulder like a shark. He can never get bored of this game. The worst part is that he's teleporting every time you turn around, so you never see him coming. You're living in fear right now.

Underfell Papyrus - You engaged in a foam sword battle with him. Edge takes that personally, grabs your legs midair, and throws you behind him, making you fly above his head. You crash into the foam pit in a scream, and as you manage to reach the surface of the pit, all you see is Edge jumping, screaming like a warrior, his foam sword above the head, as he's about to slam it in your face at full force. Good luck with that.

Horrortale Sans - He's a bit uncomfortable with all these people around. There's a lot of people around and you're putting yourself in danger by jumping everywhere near them. So sometimes, Oak just catches you in the air and keeps you close to him, growling at people passing by while hugging you close. He even snaps at a random guy who jumped too close to the hole in his head.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's sitting in the corner of the room, watching you having fun. He's sad he can't do this anymore. But he got a milkshake instead so it's not a bad day either. He's a bit nostalgic.

Swapfell Sans - He's screeching angrily, trying to get you, but he's ridiculously so light you just have to jump next to him to make him fly a few meters away. Nox is getting frustrated and starts to play dirty, using his magic to make you trip or throw himself onto you by grabbing your soul. He's desperate to knock you over.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's having fun, bouncing everywhere he can. He even found a glitch where he could bounce from one trampoline to another in an automatic mode. And now he refuses to leave that spot because it's so cool, look at him! He's king of the trampolines.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You want him to walk on this trampoline? The same on which he just saw 20 filthy humans walking with dirty naked feet? Ew. Hell no. He's staying out of that thing. You push him and watch as his body uncontrollably bounces from one trampoline to another to another... Wine probably fell on each trampoline of the park at this point, screaming in horror at every impact. He feels dirty. He's going to be sick. He's begging you, let him out of this hell!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's very excited, jumping everywhere around him and not looking where he's going. Until he faceplants into a man who immediately starts to scream at him. Poor Coffee runs to hide behind you and refuses to leave your side after that. Aw :(

[independentzaun]

It was our fault

Drabble set in my verse with @astrxae . Silco, and Sevika chatting after Irisa nearly dies and Silco has some feelings about the whole thing. Angst and yelling lay ahead.

Looking up to see Silco stepping back into the Last Drop with what she’d come to think of as “that look” on his face that these days always meant he’d just gone to see Irisa as she stayed still and quiet Sevika sighed softly. Of course she didn’t think it bad to visit the wounded, but Sevika found herself unconvinced Silco wasn’t using those trips as a way to punish himself just as much as to check on Irisa. Watching him go up the stairs to his office Sevika’s eyes returned to the card game she was involved in, and she’d finish it plus one more before excusing herself and heading up to see the chem-baron.

The two of them over the years had gradually gotten closer, and than after The Table with no one else around to help Silco recover as neither of them really trusted Singed with anything except the barest minimum they had became closer still. They both knew she could have left, and in truth Sevika almost had after Silco admitted he wanted to find Jinx and get her to come home. It had been an uncomfortable week or so after that as Sevika truly did not understand how he could still want to bring that blue-haired gremlin back, and she’d so very nearly walked away in the end though she hadn’t. She’d been there for him through thick and thin, and now she’d do it again. Stepping into his office her lips tightened realizing he was simply sitting at his desk with a half smoked cigar held between his fingers staring at nothing with almost no light in the room beyond that which came from outside.

“Sir?...Sir?...Silco!”

Hearing his name Silco finally looked at her blinking. “Sevika? What is it?” There was a soft sigh from Sevika, and locking the door behind her she moved forward before sitting in a chair in front of his desk. “Look, I get it. I know you, and I get why you're being all… morose, but Silco you need to talk about whatever is going through your head. So either start talking, or, fuck, I don’t know. I’ll drag you to a brothel to someone I know can keep their mouth shut. Bet I can even find a guy for you if that’s the flavor your in the mood for.” Staring at Sevika for a moment he let out one harsh chuckle before taking a drag off of his cigar, and leaning back.

“One of these days I’m going to fire you, and toss you out of the Last Drop.” He didn’t mean it of course. At this point he couldn’t imagine Sevika not being there, and she knew it just as well as he did. Reaching for a cigarillo she smirked. “You mean try to have me tossed out.” Lighting her own smoke she sighed. “Really though, Sir, talk to me.”

Closing his good eye Silco was quiet for a few seconds before he let out a slow sigh and sank back into his chair. “I’m tired Sevika. I’m tired, and frustrated in a way I haven’t let myself be in years if ever. You know as well as I how many we’ve lost, and now…” Jaw tightening his cheek pulsed as he shook his head. “Some fucking Piltie walks down into my Zaun, and almost kills what’s mine. Almost kills someone that although she may not have came from Zaun she has practically become of Zaun. After all the fighting, and the power I’ve taken, and everything we’ve ever done some fucking Piltie walks into MY ZAUN AND ALMOST KILLS SOMEONE WHO IS MINE.”

Hands slapping onto his desk Silco had risen to his feet, and at this point wasn’t so much yelling at Sevika as just yelling in general while his emotions swirled up. Nails digging into his desk Silco had to keep himself from just sweeping his hands over it knocking everything off of it. Sevika listened quietly, and nodded encouraging him to go on and go on he did. “We failed Sevika. We. Have. Failed. Even now I still cannot protect what’s mine. I can’t keep her, us, Zaun, safe from those fucking Pilties. The bloodshed has been for nothing. The Cause is dead in the fucking water because Zaun has, has turned into an enterprise for fucks sake. My daughter thinks I am dead, Zaun is cut off, a plague is sweeping our streets, my woman lays nearly dead, AND I CAN’T KEEP THE FUCKING PILTIES FROM HURTING US!” Silco hadn’t realized what he said in that moment, “my woman”, and Sevika wasn’t about to comment on it. Besides with the rage in his voice even she couldn't tell how deep his feelings went, and how much of it was just his possessive and sometimes oddly protective nature rearing it’s head high. Smoke escaped from her nose as she found herself unable to really disagree with him, and that was the worst part. Not that she had a chance to disagree as he kept going.

“It’s our fault, it’s my fault that some fucking Piltie could just walk down here. It’s our fault that we didn’t find him before this happened. How the FUCK DID WE NOT FIND HIM!? WE KNEW HIS VOID DAMNED NAME AND HIS DAUGHTERS NAME AND HIS BUSINESSES AND THE CITY HE LIVED IN AND HOW THE FUCK DID WE NOT FIND HIM BEFORE HE…” His voice cut off as Silco finally swept his hands over his desk knocking almost all of it onto the ground before turning to kick his chair across the room. Hands shaking he ran them through his hair. “It’s my fault. I failed to prioritize things correctly. This sickness, and everything else… and even now with this sickness there’s still people in Zaun trying to jostle for money and power, and I don’t have Jinx to deliver a message for me. I’m weakened, and spending money to try to keep this sickness at bay weakens me still further. I can feel the vultures circling waiting for me to fall so they can pick at the bones. There is going to be a wave of bloodshed sweeping over Zaun eventually Sevika. Everything is becoming less, and less stable and there is no unity in Cause anymore. It’s just a fucking enterprise, and all of this is my fault.” Voice turning into a shuddering resentful almost disgusted thing filled with self hatred blame Silco took a deep breath.

“When she wakes up. Send her to Ionia. She deserves something better than this pollution soaked, blood coated waste land. A falling angel can still clutch at pipes on the way down, and climb her way back up to where she should be if given the opportunity. Make sure she has the money she needs, and make sure she gets to the Airship and the Hexgate safely and get her to Ionia. After that…” Shaking his head Silco stepped forward grabbing his chair, and pulled it back sitting down in it before turning away from Sevika. “After that I’ll decide what is to come next. Both with Zaun, and Piltover. Maybe… maybe it’s time to remind Piltover of the monsters, and beasts sleeping beneath it…” Voice more contemplative than anything Sevika had obviously been dismissed. As much as they were closer than ever Silco was still Silco, and so she stood. “If that’s what you want, Sir. I’ll get it done.” Turning she headed for the door before pausing, and looking back at him. “You might want to consider asking Irisa what she wants before sending her away though. Everyone deserves a choice right? If she’s practically of Zaun, and Zaun deserves to be free than she should be as well… and also Silco you’re right. All of this is our fault.” With that she opened the door, and left. She had people to talk to, information to gather, and she was becoming increasingly worried that a conflict was coming be it inside of Zaun or directed towards Piltover and that required preparation.

One way or another change was coming, and in Zaun that meant bloodshed.

She wouldn’t fail Silco. Not again.

[randomboo256]

SEGA, we have to talk about these boss fights. Ok, look the Sonic series has always... struggled when it comes to having good fights in my opinion.

The momentum-based classic Sonic gameplay and physics have never felt very natural in a boss setting. In Classic Sonic, Sonic takes a good few seconds to build up any speed and if you jump without building up speed you'll barely move. It feels fine while platforming because the levels are designed around it. However, when fighting against a boss, Classic Sonic begins feeling pretty sluggish. It doesn't end there though. When you attack a boss in Classic Sonic, Sonic also gets bounced back in an at times unpredictable direction and speed. It's very easy to get punished for landing an attack. Not to mention the fact that Sonic the Hedgehog has an incredibly large head. And a stupidly large head = a pretty big hitbox. Additionally, it can be really unclear when it's even safe to attack some bosses. The games have no real indicator when it's safe to go for hit, so I often just keep throwing myself at them until I learn where and how they actually take damage. In total, it's just really unpleasant fighting a boss in a classic game. What makes it worse is that bosses are stapled onto acts, so if you want to replay a level you're forced to replay the boss it comes with.

Fortunately though, classic bosses usually aren't very long. Most can be beaten in under a minute, and they usually aren't too bad. They're not any fun, but they're over quickly and they aren't really hard at all. Only the final bosses of the Sonic's 1, 2, and 3K are any level of frustrating, and in 1 and 2's case that's solely from a lack of rings. I mean hell, there's a reason the Sonic series uses rings for health. It's because it's really tough to avoid taking damage all the time in these games. Between Sonic's speed while platforming and his clumsiness during bosses, Sonic needs to have a super forgiving health system.

As for the 3D games... well while there's a lot one can say about the 3D Sonic games in general about whether they're an improvement/downgrade from the classics, I will die on the hill that the 3D Sonic games have universally better boss fights. The 3D games are an inarguable improvement when it comes to the average boss fight, in my opinion.

Sonic's homing attack allows you to attack from a standstill, therefore fixing the issue with Sonic's controls. Using his homing attack without locking on also immediately gives Sonic midair speed and works as a fun dodge move.

When Sonic lands a hit on a boss in a 3D game, Sonic usually gets cinematically sent back to a safe position while the boss either acts stunned for a few seconds or gears up for the next phase. This means that landing an attack rarely punishes the player, and it also lets them relax and celebrate for a second before the fight continues.

Bosses have their own dedicated levels, and because of that they don't drag down the game's replayability, as well allowing them to be longer.

The 3D games have far more forgiving hitboxes in general.

That's not to say that the 3D games have perfect bosses though. Far from it actually.

The 3D games have famously poor cameras. While they're usually "good enough" during levels, they often crumble to pieces during boss fights. It can be damn near impossible to see anything during some 3D Sonic fights, to the extent where you wonder if the boss was even playtested at all.

The ring system just feels OP now. While classic Sonic was so clumsy during a boss that it needed it, the more precise 3D Sonic controls just make the rings redundant. I can't help but feel like a lot of these bosses would just be better if Sonic just had a normal health meter.

The issue of not knowing when it's safe it hit has gotten even worse. Mainly because most fights don't have the easy tell of "hit where you see Eggman" like a lot of the classics did.

The 3D games like being more cinematic, so so trying to attack the boss will hurt you anyway if you don't wait for their rigid patterns to conclude and for them to enter their "it's legally acceptable to attack me" state. The makes the bosses way more repetitive, and because they're longer that means death is even worse. They can also get pretty long too.

Some of the games have quick time events.

Finally, the final boss in 3D games are almost always playing as Super Sonic, which translates to "your completion of this game depends on this incredibly gimmicky boss section that's exclusively using half-baked gameplay mechanics that you have never touched in this game before this point". In other words, it's a pretty underwhelming way to end the game from a gameplay sense.

The 3D games are very diverse, so there's obviously exceptions to what I've just listed, but in general the 3D games share these strengths and issues. In general, the 3D bosses are better than the classics, but still not very good in my opinion. They're mostly just middling.

But this is all old news. Why do we have to talk about this now? Well, two days ago you released a little game called Sonic Superstars. Now, Sonic Superstars is a fun little game in general. Sure it's incredibly pitiful compared to the less expensive Super Mario Wonder, but Superstars is still a fun little game. The controls are pretty tight. Some of the chaos emerald powers are pretty neat. The level design... exists. The graphics... could've definitely been better but hey they also could've been worse...? Trip is pretty cute character design???

Yeah let's stop beating around the bush. These boss fights are awful Sega. And not just the normal Sonic boss fight where I'm "Oh well this is kinda unfun but I can tolerate it". No. The bosses in Superstars are ADVANCED UNFUN. The bosses in Superstars miraculously managed to take everything that wasn't fun about the classics and some of the worst parts of the 3D games then smashed them together into one unholy freak of nature.

When I say they took "everything that wasn't fun", I mean it. I can just copy and paste the exact same problems. It's been 30 years and yet there were zero improvements. What makes Superstars so bad is when they combined all of these existing issues with the longer and more cinematic (repetitive) boss fights. So in total we have:

Controls that feel sluggish in this context.

A physics engine that will punish you even if you land the attack.

A large hitbox.

Some bosses are unclear when and how you're able to deal damage.

Some bosses that will just ignore your attacks sometimes (if they feel like it).

Bosses are stapled on the end of levels, forcing you to replay the boss every time you replay the level, or vice versa.

Bosses that are upwards of several minutes long (sometimes feeling longer than the level itself), all with no checkpoints.

Bosses that have long, tedious, and uninterruptable attack cycles that you have to repeat over and over if you die or replay the level.

A camera that sometimes won't show vital information.

And on top of everything else, they're buggy. Sometimes you or your rings clip through the ground. Sometimes bosses spawn right on top of you. Sometimes the emerald powers wig out or just refuse to work. Sometimes the performance on Switch gets so bad that you can barely even play it, let alone beat it. The only real saving grace with Superstars's bosses is that you can sometimes cheese them with emeralds.

In most Sonic games, the bosses are merely a brief low point. In Sonic Superstars, they're actively ruining the rest of the game. Because they're long, unfun, and unfair I just...

I just have no words.

[cherieprincess]

A major aspect of the plot of Goncharov (1973) that I don’t think people are discussing enough is the power struggle that plays out between Katya Goncharova and Sofia Ambrosini.

To Katya, Sofia is everything. Despite Katya being embittered and worn and tired of the world, and that being visible in the way she treats Sofia ("teaching" her to play cards and fire a gun and leading her through the streets, influencing her behaviour and movements, constantly making it clear she is more versed in the ways of the world than Sofia is), she still sees a chance for something new in her - something full of genuine love. She plays with Sofia at first because of her own lack of autonomy - she's frustrated, upset, and lost, and in Sofia she thinks she's found someone she can finally feel differently with, in a way that would be enjoyable to them both.

As smart and versed in the ways of the world as Katya is, with her femme fatale energy, the fact that she's convinced herself that she is more experienced than Sofia is exactly what shoots her in the foot about it. Katya allows herself to put genuine trust in Sofia because she's managed to convince herself that she's smarter and that Sofia is young and new - a sheep amongst the wolves - and Sofia played along masterfully. Katya's self-inflicted superiority, so to speak, is what drags her down; though I'm unsure if superiority is the right term. It's not that she overestimates herself, but she underestimates Sofia.

When Katya realises that Sofia hasn't just been keeping up in this game of chess, but has been winning, her delusion of grandeur shatters around her so fast. She immediately realises she's lost, and though she fights back, the way she’s easily overpowered means that in the end she has to appeal to Sofia. And yet Katya’s self-assuredness is still there - or at least an attempt to keep it up is. Her "appeal" is her softly going "Sof, you know this isn’t how our time ends." Katya is trying so desperately to hold onto some sense of power or control, so she makes a blanket statement rather than asking for mercy. And Sofia’s silent response of a smile, moments before she pushes Katya under the water, tells Katya there’s no use in pretending she still holds the reins.

So throughout, their power balance has fluctuated. Katya's seemed in control from the start, from the very first scene where she offers Sofia an apple, an unmistakeable reference to the temptation into evil that occured in the Garden of Eden. Sofia snatched control back and lifted herself on top, both figuratively and metaphorically, as she shoved Katya down into the water. And in the final scene between the two of them, the power balance is equal.

The two share a cigarette - clearly a distinct parallel of them finally sharing control over the situation - and Sofia seems entirely unfazed as Katya sharpens her knife. Sofia’s calm "If I am going to be stabbed, then I want to feel every second of it", causes Katya to laugh for the first time since the poker game at the scene near the beginning of the film, and she drops the knife. The tension between them disappears as the knife hits the ground - Katya's dropped both the knife and her mindset of having a foothold over Sofia, and Sofia's made it clear that she’s willing to take whatever Katya has to give her, but on her own terms.

Whether or not the two get to develop their relationship on equal footing, post the events of the film, is beholden to whether or not the viewer believes Katya survived or not. But whether the knife scene is the closing line to their personal story, or the opening line to a newly negotiated life between them, it leaves them at the end of a struggle that was laced through the entire film, and honestly is incredibly narratively satisfying.

[hyuckssunchip]

[2:21 am]

Pairings: Haechan x Reader

Words: 2K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), SMUT, male receiving

Synopsis:

gamer boyfriend drabble

hyuck asks you for a little late night favor in return for what you want, any time, anywhere. you take this to your advantage to have a little fun while he’s gaming. 

smut is after the keep reading

You felt your boyfriend grip your hips and drag you closer to him. Your eyes lifted slowly, barely peeking under the heavy lids, but you were met with darkness. Only the soft glow of the analog clock let you know that it was four in the morning.

“Hyuck, stop it.” You mumbled out, fidgeting away from him. But he held his grip, and held you taut against his chest, forcing you to still.

He whined in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You pushed your face into your pillow trying to find the sleep that was now slipping away.

But Haechan was relentless. His hips ground against your ass, desperately trying to seek relief. He was hard against your backside, and you felt his soft pants fall on your ears.

“Stop it.” You half heartedly push him away, just swatting at his hands. “I need to sleep, you know I’ve got a big test tomorrow.” Well tomorrow being today, but you were too tired to care.

He ignored your words, landing soft whispers of kisses on your neck, finding your tender spot. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh at the feeling, but as soon as they came they were gone. 

His lips didn’t leave your skin for a moment, however, they became ravenous. He left wet open mouthed kisses along your neck, using his fingers to pull down your shirt for access to your collarbone. You involuntarily complied, stretching your neck for easier access. 

His lower half didn’t slow at the new movement, still pushing roughly against you.

Although you shook your head, you couldn’t seem to say the words you needed to.

“Please.” He moans into your ear, legs tangling in your own. “I can’t stand it any more.”

You huffed, reluctantly pulling away from him, but his arms locked tightly around you.

“I tried to hold myself back, I really did. But I can’t.” He leaned in to lick a stripe on your neck, stopping only to softly tug on your ear between his teeth.

“Please, let me fuck you.” He practically begs you, hands traveling along your body. 

“Hyuck. It’s four in the morning.” You tried to reason with him, words still slurred from sleep.

“I’ll let you do it to me any time, anywhere.” He promised, trying to entice you into giving him his way.

You scoff at the proposition. “You always want to fuck though, how does that help me?”

He didn’t have an argument, instead opting for silence, and a couple more kisses creeping dangerously towards your breasts. 

“Fine, but a deal’s a deal. Don’t think I’ll forget.” You mumble in defeat, to which his body immediately responds. 

You found yourself pantiless in seconds, his hand trancing down your navel to reach your mound. His fingers got busy, dancing over your clit in order to get you ready. You didn’t have much time to focus on that, as he leaned over and brought your mouth against his, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth when you gasped at the contact.

He dipped the tip of his middle finger into your folds, slowly rubbing the walls of your hole, already dripping with anticipation. He forwent his usual cocky comment about you being wet for him so fast, and instead chose to line himself up. 

His pants had disappeared sometime between getting you ready and the intense make out session. He gripped his hand around your inner thigh, pulling it up to give him better access, and throwing it over his leg. 

Slowly he sank into your pussy, your walls stretching at the girth of his cock. You moaned at the feeling, making him grip your waist, proud at your reaction. You rolled your head back, against his chest as he bottomed out. Just seconds later he began to speed up, thrusting deep inside you. You weren’t used to this angle, and it had you feeling him in places you had never had him before. 

His hands continued wandering, gripping any part of your skin that he could, ultimately landing on your breast, which he so deeply loved. He tweaked a hardened nub, causing you to tighten your stomach in response.

His pants began to quicken at the way you clenched around him moaning deliciously in your ear.

“Fucking hell, do that again would you?”

You complied, not even thinking twice about the request. At the second feeling of your core tightening around his length, his hips stuttered.

“Shit, I’m close.” He moaned out, and you marveled at the sound.

He let go of your breast and chose to find your clit once again. He began rubbing you off, trying to get you to your high at the same time as him.

“Shit. Hyuck, I’m getting close.” You panted, gasping at the familiar churning in your stomach. 

“Alright baby, just a little more.” He begged, increasing his speed in both his hips and his fingers. “Come with me.”

You let go of the tension that was building up, and Haechan muffled your moans with open mouthed kisses.

After you both came down from your highs, the dark room was left with slowing pants and the soft glow of the clock.

Heachan slipped out of you crawling out of bed to grab a wet rag. When he returned, he patted you down the best he could and turned you to face him, pulling you snug against him.

“Thank you.” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. 

But you were already consumed by sleep.

You were laying on your boyfriend’s bed bored out of your mind. For the past forty-five minutes he had told you that ‘this was the last game’. 

All attempts of getting his attention were utter failures, as they often were when trying to pull him away from his precious game.

You rolled onto your side, staring at the back of his head in frustration, when you were hit by the sudden realization of how to get his attention. 

You decided that this was the time to take him up on his offer. Although you enjoyed that mid-night pleasure, it was time for you to take revenge on him.  

And you were almost certain that he would enjoy this as much as you would.

For a few moments you simply stood behind his gaming chair, hands gripping slightly on the soft material of the chair. You leaned down and left a small trail of kisses on his neck, rubbing your hands up and down his chest from behind.

For a moment he looked startled at your sudden show of affection, but he quickly pushed it away. “Not right now, give me ten minutes baby.”

You smirked to yourself, already having predicted his response. With your lips inches from his ear you whispered as tantalizing as you could, “Did you forget your little promise?”

He pauses, fingers tensed over his mouse while staring at the screen. You noticed the way that he gulped slightly, and his eyes shook, but you took the lack of protest as his silent agreement.

You snuck under his arms, choosing to straddle him with your arms wrapped around his neck. You were kind enough to move your head out of the way, letting him still have a clear view of his screen. Instead you continued with the kisses, which became louder and more erotic as you worked your way towards his sweet spot under his ear. 

Your head was so close to his headphones that you could hear the faint gunshots and the yells of his teammates, and you decided that you would make it your mission to give them a little show.

Your kisses got even sloppier and louder, the sucking noises became more lewd. Haechan had the decency to switch it onto mute for a moment and pulled away the best he could to give you a look, to which you returned with your own. 

‘A deal’s a deal.’ You mouthed tauntingly at him. You admired the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, then smiled proudly at the newly formed marks that adorned his neck. You softly traced a hickey with your finger with delight.

But that wasn’t enough, you ground yourself into his lap, causing him to let out an unwilling moan. You continued this as you connected your lips with him, sucking him into a very deep make out session, while he was still very desperately trying to keep up with his game.

You bit his lip, asking for entrance, and to your surprise he immediately abided. You laced your fingers into his already messy hair, gripping tightly at the roots. He loved the way you would tug at it, and it never failed to elicit moans from him, this time was no different. You pulled back for air, staring at his now swollen and puffy lips, that made them more irresistible than normal.

Before you could return to them you hear the loud shouts from his headphones. You found it difficult not to giggle at the way his teammates were yelling at him. He wasn’t one to back down easily, defending himself at the accusations that his gaming skills were in fact trash.

But just because you were pleased with the reaction didn’t mean that you were satisfied. You scooted back slightly, revealing the now very hard member that you were steadily grinding on moments ago. It was quite easy to slip his member out of his pants, almost as if it was trying to escape. You pumped him a couple of times, and he hissed at the sudden contact. You slid off his lap, kneeling in front of him, pushing his knees away so you could be situated between his legs.

You licked a long stripe up his dick, leaving a kitten lick at his sensitive tip. His hips lifted at the sensation, but you pushed them back down. A few more times you teased him, before you wrapped your lips around his member, going as deep as you could. You continued to bob your head, occasionally adding a soft hum which had him jolting at the vibrations.

The lewd sounds were getting louder and faster, but his grunts and moans soon took over the room. You gave one last push, deep throating him so that your nose was unbelievably close to his abdomen. At this he let go of his mouse and tangled his hands in your hair, holding you in that position as long as he could.

“Fuck.” He choked out, moaning at the feeling. “Shit Y/N you’re so deep.”

You pulled back with a pop, wiping the saliva off your chin. You stood, shimmying your pants and panties off, giving yourself a quick rub, which was unnecessary because you were so turned on from the whole situation you didn’t need to be any wetter. 

He winced at the loud yell from his headphones, no doubt his teammates complaining about his now dead player, and the fact that he hadn’t muted himself again.

“For fuck’s sake Haechan, can you fuck your girl some other time? Or at least mute the goddamn thing!”

“Shut up your just pissed cause I have a girlfriend to fuck!” He shouted back, tugging the headphones off and tossing them aside. 

You grinned, sinking yourself onto you hard on. You sighed at the feeling of being full as he failed to constrain himself. You didn’t have the chance to ride him the way you had planned as his hands grabbed your ass, thrusting up into you aggressively. 

He latched his mouth on to your neck, returning the favor of the many hickeys you had just left on his. You threw your head back, bouncing incredibly fast on his lap, the quick motions had you grunting at the impact.

You struggled to regain your breath as he continued to ram up into you, going deeper than you thought was possible in this position. He quickened his pace, as the both of your reached your highs, cumming together at the feeling.

You sat still on his twitching cock, the feeling of his cum trying to escape sent butterflies in your stomach. You sighed into his neck, regaining your breath in this comfortable position.

“Fuck we should do this more often.” He mumbled out.

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[spectaclespencer]

P.H. // Part 3; Need To Know

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N; Chapter 3!! Yay! I will not lie I got kind of lazy and burnt out when I finally got to the smut scene, and for that I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys with a future chapter.

Summary; Reader can’t get her mind off of Spencer, which causes distractions at work. Until one day when he catches on.

Category; Smut (Minors DNI!!!)

Content Warnings; Swearing, Kissing, Mentions of masturbation, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (Male receiving), Drinking, Mentions of being shot, Kinda Sub!Spencer, Virgin!Spencer (but not by the end of it)

Word Count; 7.2k

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‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

Spencer Reid. The object of my attraction, the man I fell harder for with every stolen glance I could manage to throw his way. I was obsessed, and that infatuation only grew stronger every day that I saw him at work.

When we went out to bars after cases we ended up in an inevitable game of Never Have I Ever like a bunch of high school kids. With Emily and Derek in the group it almost always turned sexual. It started with innocent things such as; Never have I ever kicked down a door -- to which Derek drinks. There were some targeted jabs, I got Spencer a few times when I brought up an activity I was certain he had done -- just to keep him involved.

However he never drank past that. He never took a sip when Emily made a sexual innuendo, or when she brought up one night stands, number of partners, most bizarre location to engage in intercourse. Nothing of the sort got him to break. I figured he was a private guy, never one to boast about his sexual experiences.

It was frustrating, to say the least. It got to the point where I couldn’t think about anyone but him. I couldn’t engage in any sexual activity without my mind shifting to him, the way he might slip his fingers in and out of me, or how skilled he was with his mouth instead of the person I dragged home. No other person could even begin to compare to the remedy I concocted in my mind. I didn’t have any information to base my fantasies on, either.

I had it bad. So bad, that at one point I spilled hot coffee all over myself in the breakroom over the littlest interaction.

Spencer came in just after me, mumbling a small hello before reaching to grab a mug for himself. In the process of doing so his shirt rode up, exposing a small expanse of his lower stomach that had me sputtering as I clumsily missed my cup and instead poured the coffee all over the counter. It ran down and soaked through my pants; yet it wasn’t nearly as hot as the way I felt on the inside.

I couldn’t help but wonder the noises he’d make if I were to suck dark purple marks across that plain of skin...or if anyone ever had before.

The small burn was a fine price to pay for my inappropriate thoughts.

Him being the sweet guy that he is, offered to help me clean up. This proposal ended up with him taking paper towels and patting down my thighs -- not realizing just how suggestive the action looked to me.

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking up at my face from his position below me. He was kneeling on one knee, with a hand planted firmly on the outside of my thigh. His voice was soft yet raspy, and oh how I let my mind wander.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly, and borderline ran out the door before he could protest or add anything on.

I headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, try and stop the effect he had on me from becoming too physical.

If I got that worked up over a small piece of skin showing, nothing could have prepared me for the first night we shared a hotel room.

I was in shambles all night, ever since the moment Hotch handed me a room card and explained we needed to double up.

Emily usually roomed with JJ, Hotch and Rossi got their own, and Derek refuses to bunk with Spencer -- if he could avoid it. Much to my luck, this time he did because Garcia was needed for this case, meaning she and Derek would be sharing.

Leaving me with Spencer.

I stood there helpless, eyes burning a hole into the place that Hotch was previously standing. I was panicking on the inside, my body going into fight or flight mode as I went through scenarios in my head.

I was 99% sure I would be embarrassing myself tonight.

“Hey,” Spencer said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and shrieked a little bit, and slapped a hand over my heart. “Oh my god, Reid. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.”

He nodded, eventually realizing that he was still indeed touching my shoulder. He dropped his arm, only to bring his hand back up to rub over his chin.

My eyes darted down to it, watching at the way his veins stood out. It wasn’t the first time I admired them, there were moments when he was going over maps with two fingers where I wondered what they would feel like on my-

“____?”

“What?” I asked, a little too loud for the setting.

“Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry.”

“I said we should go inside,” he laughed softly, trying to sooth the tension.

I agreed, stepping past him to start walking to our room. I opened the door with trembling hands, wondering just how hard the following nights at the hotel would be.

“I’m gonna go see Emily and JJ. Ask if they wanna go to the bar,” I said quickly, throwing my bag down just inside the door.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun! Don’t stay out too late. You should get a full night’s sleep.”

“I won’t be long. Don’t wait up!” I called, not looking back to see him before half jogging out of the room.

-----

“I cannot go back in there.”

“Oh, because of your little crush,” Emily laughed, much too loud for the early hours of the morning.

Clearly Spencer’s advice about coming back early didn’t plant itself in my head.

“Yes, because of that,” I confirmed. I was staring down at my drink, wallowing in self pity. It was too awkward to even step foot in there, I’m sure just by the sight of him I’d explode.

“What is it about him that gets you hot and heavy?” JJ teased. “No shame, just curious.”

I fake laughed, ignoring her question.

Everything he did was so intoxicating. Even the most mundane things got my blood pumping hard. Each time he let a small gasp through his lips or when he would whisper to himself, a shockwave went through me, igniting a fire deep inside that was near impossible to put out.

But he was so oblivious. He hadn’t a single idea of the effect he had on me. And that was the most frustrating part.

The first time I noticed my extreme attraction to him was shortly after I joined the team, it was only the third or fourth case I’d had with them. Spencer and I walked to a coffee shop to grab some for everyone, and on the way back he was infodumping.

About what, I can’t remember, for I was too fixated on the way his hands wrapped around his cup as he talked. He’d wave it around, and in doing so his fingers would trace little patterns onto the outside of it. I didn't mean to stare, I just got distracted.

I started noticing more little things after that.

Like the way he licked his lips while deep in thought, his mind consuming him to the point where he looked so concentrated and determined. It was hot, to put it simply. I wanted nothing more for him to be licking my lips, to feel him take such care with my body.

He had always been attractive in my eyes, the young boy was nothing but pretty. Even when his hair was shorter and he gelled it back, pairing the look with his glasses -- that he unfortunately wore less often nowadays.

It was nearly painful to be around him all day every day. My head would constantly be spinning with anxiety, only causing more and more headaches to present themselves. It was like a punishment, one I certainly deserved for the tasteful thoughts I had during work hours.

My crush went from an innocent little thing, to full fledged fascination.

‘I just been fantasizin' (size)

And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

Avoiding him as much as I could seemed like a decent plan at the time. If I kept my interactions low, I could distract myself with other things, and not focus on the way his lips pursed as I conversed with him. I raced up more time staring at his mouth rather than completing actual work by my six month stay at the BAU.

“I’m so fucked,” I nodded, coming to a bit of peace with my downfall.

“Well, you could be. If you told him how you feel,” JJ encouraged.

“No way in hell,” I protested, shooting my head up to make eye contact with her.

“____, there is a very, very high chance he feels the same. And if he doesn’t -- which he does -- he’s too sweet to let that impact your friendship.”

“We hardly even have a friendship. Whenever he tries to talk to me I end up running away. He probably thinks I hate him or something. He probably wants nothing to do with me.”

No objection from Emily or JJ there.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Emily asked, changing the pace of the conversation.

“He never speaks to me again. I die of embarrassment.”

“You’re both adults, ____.”

“We are 27!” I shook my head, exasperated. “I hardly even feel like one sometimes.”

“27, exactly. I’m sure by now Reid has gained some experience with talking to women. You’ll be fine.”

“I have absolutely no way of knowing how things will go.”

“Just give him little tests,” JJ suggested. “Like touch him. On the shoulders, compliment him more, really go up to him and make a move. That way if he doesn’t feel the same you can play it off as being platonic.”

I groaned and rested my head on the table dramatically. “You both kinda suck at advice. What am I supposed to do? Waltz into our shared room and confess my love for him? Ask him desperately to dick me down?”

Even though I definitely wanted to.

They laughed at that, saying they were going to bed and wished me luck. Emily advised I should try and ‘get some’ from somebody else, and maybe that would take my mind off of things.

After stalling some more I eventually made my way back to the hotel room, hoping that Spencer was already asleep so I wouldn’t have to face him. But once again, luck wasn’t in my favour.

“Hi,” he spoke softly from his bed.

“Why are you still awake?” I asked, trying my best to stifle a yawn. I threw my sweater down on my bed, before grabbing my go-bag and retrieving my pyjamas from it. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

“I told you not to wait up. Naughty boy,” I joked, finally turning my attention fully over to him.

Which could've been a mistake, based on the way you saw it.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a black t-shirt, along with his hair tied up that I’d failed to notice earlier. I froze at the sight, seeing the way his cheeks were dusted a slight red, and lips pink as ever.

His hair was tied up, and I almost dropped dead at the sight. I’d never seen it before. Sure, he sometimes wore an elastic band on his wrist during the work days but never have I seen him actually use one.

“I’m gonna shower and then head to bed,” I said in an effort to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t respond, only turning his head back to the book that was in his hand.

Thankfully when I returned he was asleep, meaning I didn’t have to see him before bed.

The next day was torturous. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head. The view of him so relaxed on his bed was ethereal, the soft glow of the lamp hand illuminated his skin in all the right places. Did he pull his hair back often? Did he casually sit at home with it up? How did he look in different angles or positions? Are there other things he wears or does that I haven’t seen?

The image was just so domestic that I couldn't stop thinking about it even if I wanted to.

I was afraid to fall asleep, in fear that my dream may turn adventurous. Quitting my job and moving to a new city seems more preferable than having a sex dream about your coworker while they were in the room.

I was hyper aware of every move he made, always keeping tabs on him in the back of my mind so we wouldn’t accidentally run into each other.

Apparently when I was paying attention on how not to see him, I failed to notice how he had filled out recently. He wore looser pants in the past, ones that didn’t allow much shape to show through.

The next day at the precinct I was in for a surprise though, one that was sure to make me fall to my knees.

And I would have, if it wasn’t for the fact I was already seated in a chair.

Spencer walked in clad in pants that were far too tight to be appropriate for work. Or maybe I was overreacting.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath, soaking in his appearance of the day.

It was hot outside, so he decided not to wear his usual vest and tie combo, choosing instead just a white pattern button up and grey tie.

I heard Emily snicker beside me, which earned her a light kick in the calf to shut her up. She got up then, winking at me dramatically before leaving the room to presumably go check in with Derek.

“Hey ____, can you come here for a sec?”

I got up without a word, and walked over to the other side of the room where he was standing at the map hung up.

He went off about the unsub’s possible comfort zone -- things that I’d need him to repeat later because I wasn’t fully listening,

I stayed leaning against the table, just two feet behind him which gave me a perfect view of just how tight those pants really were. They hugged his hips deliciously, I wanted nothing more than to rip them off in that moment. I nodded along dumbly, changing my sight from his ass to his back, to his toned arms that were shown off from him rolling up his sleeves.

It was a fair sight, I don’t really think I could be blamed for staring.

A few weeks after that he got a haircut. His longer curls were gone -- yet not forgotten -- and were replaced with a mop of messy waves that framed his face perfectly.

It was like a new blow to my stomach every time I got used to the change.

“New haircut?” I asked the obvious on the first day back from a long weekend.

“Yeah...thought I should change it up,” Spencer replied, picking up his coffee mug to make himself a cup.

I nodded, the room settling in a short silence.

“Do you not like it?”

“No!” I exclaimed, Spencer furrowing his brows in response. “I mean, yes. I do like it. Sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” he laughed. “Thank you.”

“You could pull off any hairstyle, trust me,” I said, before walking back to my desk.

People that we met seemed to feel the same, because he got stopped more often at bars and at shops that were needed to visit. People would give him their numbers, leaving him a blushing mess. It got obnoxious, to the point where I was at my breaking point. My shoulders were always slumped, and my forehead creased with jealousy.

I stayed closer to him when the team went out, in an effort to get other girls to stop making moves on him.

They hadn’t noticed his beauty before, why should they get the privilege to advance on him now?

It was selfish, really. It may have been good for his self-confidence, but not so good for my own feelings.

I made sure to compliment him more often, telling him I liked his sweater vests, and ‘oh my Doctor Reid, is that a new tie?’ It was a win-win really, for both of us. I was building up my comfort level with him, and he knew that I did not, in fact, despise him.

When Spencer got shot on a case a few weeks later, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to show him that I care about him.

It was an easy job, since the bullet only semi-grazed his shoulder blade. Only needed deep cleaning once a night, for a few weeks so it wouldn’t get infected.

“Fuck,” he breathed with a groan, one that sent shivers throughout my veins.

“Sorry,” I answered quickly, keeping my gaze on the task at hand and not on his face that was just so close to mine.

Here I was in Spencer’s apartment, in his bathroom, helping him clean off his wound.

“I’m sorry but you need to stop moving, it’s just making things worse,” I explained.

“It hurts!”

“I’m sure it does! But I can’t do an effective job in cleaning it if you keep thrashing around like that.”

I saw him pout, and lower his head. The gears in his brain were turning, trying to come up with a possible solution.

“You’re going to need to hold me down.”

“What?!”

“I’m not gonna be able to stop moving,” he said, looking over his shoulder to where I was sitting behind him on the floor. “Come on.”

He stood up and left the room, gesturing for me to follow. And I did, collecting the supplies I’d need as he led me over to his living room.

Before I could protest he removed his shirt fully -- not like how it was bunched up by his neck previously.

I stopped in my tracks, eyes taking in every inch of skin that he freed. He was lean, as I predicted, but still toned in areas.

Spencer laid on his stomach down on the couch, motioning for me to come beside him.

“Get on my back.”

“Are you insane?”

“____,” he pleaded, looking up at me. His arms were crossed by his head, he was using them as a makeshift pillow. “I just want this to be over as fast as it can be.”

Right.

“Okay,” I agreed, and began to place my materials down on the coffee table to my right. I then swung a leg over his lower back, straddling him just how I’d imagine doing so before -- only the other way around. “Is this okay?”

He hummed, digging his face as far into the fabric of the couch as he could.

‘I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby

Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)’

I took that as a yes, and poured some of the disinfectant onto a swab. Bracing myself with a hand on his other shoulder to pin him down firmly he shivered, breath shaking ever so slightly. I tried to catch him off guard with the swab, choosing a random time to press it into his wound.

He was definitely surprised, because he whined loudly into his hands and clenched all of the muscles in his back.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he made similar noises during other activities…

“Just a minute more,” I soothed him, running my free hand over the smooth skin of his back, doing my best to calm him down.

His breathing only became heavier, and was nearly shaking from the burn. I felt bad, having to see him go through this but I’d be lying if it wasn’t doing things to me. I couldn’t help but get a little bit excited when I got the chance to be near him, to be closer than we had ever been before.

It was intense, I was almost sure he could feel my arousal through the fabric of my pants and underwear.

I was an awful person.

Going home that night to sleep was a struggle. I felt guilty, for using his pain for my perverse temptations. Yet as soon as my fingers were buried inside myself I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him above me. The way he might sound, spewing out similar noises that I’d experienced earlier that were still fresh in my brain.

I wasn’t proud of it, and I thought every one of our interactions after that would be even harder.

Going back to work seemed fully impossible, I didn’t have any hope in myself to stay useful while he was parading around, completely oblivious to the effect he had on me. I became more sexually frustrated every day. It was nearly infuriating to see a look of innocence plastered on his face, meanwhile he would do things that made me go crazy.

‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

“Penelope, I think I might die soon if I don’t get laid,” I said, rapidly opening the door to her cave.

“____-”

“No, I’m serious. I can’t get my mind off of-”

I stopped in my tracks, finally noticing the presence I hadn’t already accounted for.

Spencer sat in a chair to my left, just out of view that you couldn’t see him if you didn’t turn your head. He was in the middle of bringing a chip up to his mouth, but was stopped mid-air with his mouth hanging open.

“Sorry,” he said, scrambling up fast, bumping into things as he collected his satchel with shaky hands. “Sorry I’ll go.”

The door shut with a slam, and left Penelope and I in silence.

“Well, fuck,” I whispered, earning a booming laugh from her. “It’s not funny.”

“It is funny. It’s hilarious,” she giggled, doing a little spin on her chair.

I groaned, and sat down beside her on the edge of her desk.

“Maybe now he’ll make a move on you.”

“Oh shut up,” I slapped her arm, beginning to laugh along with her. “If he was avoiding me before, I’m sure he’ll never speak to me again.”

Ever since I helped Spencer with his injury the first time he’d been semi ignoring me, not trying to actively partake in conversation. We only talked when necessary, but didn’t exchange any extra words when I came over for an hour to help him with his wound.

I was almost happy about that, it meant I didn’t have to embarrassingly throw myself at him all day long.

I was perfectly fine admiring him from a distance, just how I’d done so for years.

However, there was a part of me that was rightfully sad. Did I cross a line, or make him feel uncomfortable? Maybe from spending so much time together recently he gathered I really wasn’t that interesting.

“Don’t say that,” Penelope frowned.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” I shrugged.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“How I feel?”

“Don’t even try and wedge your way out of it. Emily told me, don’t be mad,” she said, with the sweetest look on her face that I couldn’t be upset.

“Bitch,” I playfully mumbled.

“Besides you literally were about to say that you can’t get your mind off of him.”

“Uh, no, I was not. I was going to say someone. A general someone. Not Reid.”

She hummed, turning back to her screen to finish up some work Hotch had sent her to do.

“Okay fine. Pen, I’m gonna die. It’s insufferable. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“That’s exactly why you should tell him!” She encouraged excitedly, always a swooner for young love.

“I would scare him. He’s probably scared of me, actually.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure his little virgin heart can take it.”

“What?” I asked, suddenly giving her all my attention. “Virgin? Is he seriously a virgin?”

“I don’t know, truly. I just kinda figured. He doesn’t talk about anyone or anything to do with sex.”

I nodded. That makes sense. With him radiating pure sex appeal in my eyes, the thought never even crossed my mind that he might be a virgin.

But that just made it all the more exciting.

“But hey, if he’s really a 27 year old virgin I’m sure he’s extremely horny,” she laughed.

“We are at work. Let’s calm it down before I actually combust,” I shook my head.

My palms were sweating at the very thought of him doing anything remotely sexual -- which I thought about a lot. Surely he’s had to at least...taken care of himself. I’m sure it was a gorgeous sight, his hand wrapped firmly around his dick and face contorted in nothing but pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than the man himself, who barged into the room to say we were taking off for a case in 30.

The flight there was quiet and boring, we left at night so there wasn’t so much we could do when we got there besides head up to our hotel.

“We’re sharing a room,” Spencer said, walking over to me from where he was previously with Derek.

I was standing in front of the vending machine, doing my very best to not eavesdrop on the mens’ conversation, which was only taking place about 20 feet away. Spencer was speaking in a hushed yet agitated tone, and Derek was matching his energy. It seemed they were bickering, but about what I didn’t know.

“Says who?” I panicked.

“Uhh...Hotch did.”

Great.

“Oh. Alright,” I followed him down the hallway, our room was the last one at the end.

I waited for him to open the door, and when he stepped out of the way to let me inside I brushed past him.

When I turned around Spencer was standing there blocking my path, causing me to bump into his chest.

“Hello...” I said confused, taking a step back.

“I…”

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Spencer what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words, instead reaching up to push a piece of hair out of my face. My breath hitched at the contact, sending me into a short frenzy on the inside. He was inching closer, now his body was getting just close enough so that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was glancing back and forth between my eyes, searching my face for an expression of discomfort.

He didn’t find any.

“I was talking with Derek. About you,” he whispered. “He said you’ve been coming on to me.”

My heart nearly missed a beat at his words.

“I've noticed your odd behaviour, you don’t act the way you do with anyone else on the team. You run away from me, and at first I thought you just didn’t like me, but now...I think it’s the opposite. I see the way you look at me, you know.”

“And how do I look at you?” I questioned nervously.

“Like you want me. Tell me. Who were you talking about earlier today? Who exactly can’t get your mind off of?”

I paused, eyes almost bulging out of my head at the implication.

“If I'm reading this wrong, let me know. We can pretend this never happened.”

“Get on the bed and take your clothes off.”

He did just that, moving beside me to shove his pants down his legs, followed by ripping off his shirt, as I did the same. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other, too busy drinking in our appearances to think straight. He sat down on the edge of the bed in just his underwear, and spread his legs just wide enough to give me space to stand between them.

“Tell me what you want.” he breathed, watching me as I walked towards him.

“You,” I answered simply, climbing into his lap and connecting my mouth was his. “All of you.”

He didn’t protest, only doing quite the opposite. He moaned greedily into my mouth, sucking every last bit of life out of me. He was hungry in his movements, not allowing for a single beat of fresh air for either of us. I was more than happy to return the energy, for I’ve dreamt for too long about what he might taste like. And it wasn’t disappointing, the sensation was far better than I could have ever cooked up in my head.

After a minute he became impatient, and started bucking his hips up to meet mine. I did the same, grinding down on his hardening dick that felt...impressive to say the least.

“I’ve thought about you for so long,” I spoke against his lips, taking a break between kisses.

He groaned back at me, moving his hands from my cheeks down to my hips to hold me flush against himself. He whimpered when I was fully against him, he had to break away to keep his breathing somewhat managed.

“Please, I need you so bad. I’ve thought about you too.”

“What exactly did you think about?” I asked quietly, trailing kisses all across his face, and then started heading down his jaw and neck.

“L-lots of stuff.”

“Tell me,” I demanded, looking up at him from my new position kneeling on the floor. “Please, tell me.”

I brought a hand up to his boxers, ghosting just over his bulge while remaining eye contact.

“Everything. All of you. ____, Please.”

‘You're exciting, boy, come find me

Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"’

“Let me do something first,” I said, pushing against his stomach to encourage him to lie back on the bed. He did so, propping himself up on his forearms to look down at me.

He watched my every move, not a second was missed by his eyes that stayed locked onto my form. I dropped my head down to kiss across his left thigh, and toyed with the waistband of his underwear with my right hand.

He was so vocal, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I knew we had all night, but I’d waited too long for this to take my time.

‘And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

I pulled his underwear down just enough to reveal his dick hard and red as it stood up against his stomach.

“You don’t...have to,” Spencer stopped me before I could carry on.

“Do you not want me to?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just…” He stopped, and bit his lip while staring off to one of the walls.

“Has anyone ever done this with you before?” I asked, almost unsure of whether or not I wanted the answer.

“Done what...exactly?” he asked, refusing to look back at me. His cheeks were red in embarrassment, and he was too focused on the distance to see the wave of excitement that flashed over my face.

“Spencer,” I said sharply, prompting him to turn his attention back to me. “Are you a virgin?”

His lack of answer told me enough. He blushed impossibly deeper, and started squirming in place. Just as he was about to speak up for himself I stopped him with, “That’s so fucking hot.”

“What?”

I climbed back up his body, just far enough so that I could grab his jaw in my hand and pull him down to meet my lips. It was even more hungry and passionate than the previous ones we shared, full of such fire I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to kiss anyone else ever again.

“You’re so sexy,” I moaned, hot and needy into his mouth.

He was good, which wasn’t unexpected from my end. His lips were always so plump and pink, they just had to be semi skilled.

“Thank you,” he replied, in a typical Spencer Reid fashion.

“Do you want to stop? Or keep going? Take a minute and think about it. I don’t want to pressure you,” I reassured him, but on the inside I was begging for him to want to continue.

He pulled back for a second, running a hand over the back of my head to keep me from going too far. His eyes were closed, focusing only on his breathing as he thought about his answer.

“I want to keep going. Please,” he decided on, nodding his head. “I just, I dunno, didn’t expect to get this far tonight.”

“Believe me, neither did I,” I smirked, smashing my lips back against his and returning to my spot kneeling between his legs. I pushed him back harder than before, sending a small oof sound from his chest as his back hit the mattress.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, finally wrapping my hand around his dick,

It only made sense that a pretty boy like him would have a pretty cock, too.

“O-only once,” he breathed, with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, staring at the dots to distract himself from the feeling and to not come too soon. “Long time ago.”

“If you need me to stop, tell me,” I said, before licking a broad strip up the underside of his dick.

I paused at the head, swirling my tongue around before continuing my mission back down around the other side. I kissed his base, leaving more near his hips. He whined positively -- probably feeling a little ticklish -- and I took that as a good sign to suck a deep purple mark there.

Just like I’d thought about doing months ago.

I left a few more just up to his belly button, marking him up with the intent to claim him as my own. He’d see those marks for the next few days, and every time he would think of me on my knees for him. I kept pumping him in my hand as I did so, and every time I groaned into his skin his dick twitched with appreciation.

“Oh god,” Spencer moaned as I took him into my mouth unexpectedly, bunching up the sheets in his hands beside his hips.

I looked up to see him now staring down at me, jaw slacked and panting heavily. The sight was enough to elicit a moan from my own mouth, which led to him fluttering his eyes shut at the vibrations that shot through his body.

“Stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, immediately pulling up.

“Nothing, I just really want to feel you and I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Understandable.

I wasn’t expecting him to last long anyways, I just simply wanted him inside me.

“Do you happen to have a condom?” He shook his head. “I’m clean and on the pill. We should be fine. Is that okay?”

He mumbled an ‘uh huh’ as he watched me stand up, as I pushed my underwear down my legs. He immediately reached out to me, bringing me back in and starting placing kisses across my stomach and hips, mirroring what I was doing to him earlier.

“Good, because if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might die.”

‘Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)

Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)’

He laughed lightheartedly, fixing himself to be sitting up near the headboard. In the process he kicked off his boxers fully, along with his socks.

I followed after him, not letting him stray too far from my reach.

“I heard that women take longer to, erm, get ready,” he muttered into my skin, hiding his face in my neck. “Let me help you?”

“Please,” I whimpered, though I knew I was far from unprepared. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra, and as soon as it fell down my shoulders Spencer attached his mouth to my left nipple. “Please touch me.”

He moaned into me, bringing his hand down to my core to run his fingers through my folds. He let his middle breach me, moving so agonizingly slow before curling his finger up. I moaned loudly, letting my eyes shut and body fall slack against him. His free arm wrapped around my waist, giving me the support I needed to stay upright.

“So that’s your g-spot?” He grinned against my skin, and I’d be damned to admit it affected me way more than it should have. He sounded so innocent, so eager to learn.

“Uh-huh.”

He explored my skin greedily, brushing over every inch of my chest he could reach. His thrusts became faster every time he re-entered me, encouraged by the grunt that fell from my lips with each one.

“Have you ever done this with a girl before?”

“No,” he replied, moving from my breasts to my collarbone, leaving a dark purple mark in his path.

“Could've fooled me,” I felt him smile against my neck at the praise -- duly noted.

He flipped us over swiftly -- much to my surprise -- and continued with his actions on both my clit and entrance. I did my best to stay quiet, biting down on his shoulder to prevent any noises from leaking out to stop him from getting too cocky.

“Spencer,” I moaned, raking my fingernails up and down his back. “Stop. Please fuck me now, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure you want to? We can stop,” he reassured me in a voice that seemed far too innocent for the activities taking place.

“Spencer, I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure you have no idea.”

I was so turned on I could cry, the pure want running through my veins was starting to send panic signals throughout my whole body. Before I could beg him any further he replaced his fingers with his dick, catching me off guard. He ran the tip over me for a few seconds before gliding in easily, with little to no restriction at all.

“Ah!” I called, gripping onto his shoulder for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god did I hurt you?” Spencer asked frantically, removing his weight from me and tried sitting up.

“No. God please move, I need you so bad,” I pleaded, pulling him back down before he could get too far away.

He nodded. He started slow. So slowly that I wanted to scream and beg at the top of my lungs for more. However I was above giving him the satisfaction of that -- at least for now.

“You feel so good,” Spencer panted, hips shaking as he slid in and out at a torturous pace.

I pulled his lips back to mine for another kiss, drinking in everything he was willing to offer. I whined every time his body rubbed against my clit in a way that had my toes curling and eyes rolling back.

“This is so much better than I’ve imagined,” I moaned, breaking free from his mouth to lay back against the pillows. I wrapped my legs around his waist, aiding him with the speed of his thrusts. “Please, Spence, oh my god go harder.”

He moaned loudly, and lowered his head to my collarbone in an effort to muffle some of the noises he was letting out.

He followed my directions well -- and I took notes for the future.

The sounds of him bouncing off the walls was amplifying my pleasure to a new degree, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His hips snapped forward impossibly faster, leaving him a whimpering mess above me. Our chests were pressed together, the sound of skin slapping and gliding over each other filled the dimly lit room.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered into his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses here and there.

He moaned freely at all of the praise, and every time I urged him on he’d pick up his speed a little bit. He was now moving faster than I thought I could handle, slamming into me at the perfect angle.

I felt him everywhere. In my stomach, insides of my thighs, chest -- where he was now palming at one of my breasts -- and the crook of my neck. I hugged my arms around his middle to keep him locked against me, preventing his hips from heavily backing out.

“I’m really close,” He groaned, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “S-should I pull out now?”

“No,” I demanded, tightening my legs to keep him trapped. “Come inside me.”

He nodded with a particularly loud moan, and snaked one hand down my body to meet my clit. When I gave a sound of approval he quickened his wrist, rubbing me with just the right amount of pressure to send me closer to the edge.

He came with a final shout in my name, resting his full body weight against me as I rocked my him against him to help him through it. I finished soon after, at the feeling of him releasing himself in me. It was so warm, like a comforting blanket that overtook all of my senses.

It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had, it was so profound that I couldn’t see, or focus on anything else.

We laid there for a few minutes, my hand running through his hair and his ghosting up the side of my hip. It took a while for us both to catch our breaths, we were too immersed in the moment to break apart from one another.

“That was literally the best sex I’ve had in my life,” I breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Same, but I don’t have anything to compare it to,” Spencer replied, and we both laughed weakly.

“That was okay for you? Your first time? Not really the traditional approach.”

“It was perfect. I wouldn’t have asked for anything different,” he pulled himself up with a smile, before pulling out and flopping down beside me.

“But seriously,” I sat up, resting my head on my palm to get a better view of him. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone as I am with you.”

“____,” he blushed. “I-”

“No! No, let me finish. Please.”

He nodded for me to go ahead.

“Not only are you just insanely sweet and so charming, you’re so handsome. Like I can hardly even look at you half the time. You drive me insane, Spencer you have no idea. Holy fuck I’ve never wanted someone so bad before I met you. You’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I’ll cringe about this later but I just need you to know.”

“This may not be the most common way...but do you want to go out with me? L-like on a date?” Spencer asked. He was blushing so heavily, his chest was painted pink and ears were turned red.

“You just came inside of me and you’re nervous about asking me on a date.”

“____!” Spencer exclaimed, facepalming himself.

“Yes,” I grinned. “I’d love to go out with you.”

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[pies-writes-and-more]

Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :) 

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

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Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride. 

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!” 

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously. 

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.