#and then i saw a fic with them and my baby brain was like hehe me likey

[murcielagatito]

i had a crush on her as a kid and used to ship her with prince charming also shes latina to me <3

[hollowtakami]

HEYOOO

so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying

Man he is so sweet

hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)

(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)

keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.

he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.

the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.

what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.

what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.

pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.

your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.

no, an instinctual feather did so.

you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.

there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.

“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.

sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.

no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.

“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.

keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.

your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.

“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.

keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.

you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.

“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.

he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.

keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.

“bad..” he gestured to himself.

“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.

soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.

you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.

kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”

keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.

but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.

the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.

your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.

it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.

[frenziedslashers]

Hi there! I would like a request a OS about Peter B Parker x Fem! Reader as a married couple Smut (Reader is Mayday's mother). The Reader is like Starfire (An alien superheroine and a beautiful hot like fire (literally, since her powers comes from the sun) person married to a human) Like Malewife and Girlboss...So when Peter comes home, she's taking care of her daughter meanwhile he was on patrol, so she put her daughter on bed time. She wants to have a night of "fun" with her husband. Taking good care of him with a bath and a dinner so then the "fun" can come. With a purple robe and a sexy lavender lingerie. I can leave the smut part to you with some recommendations Lactation Kink, Praise kink, "Mommy" kink, Oral (Female and male receiving), Creampie, maybe 69 position...

Take good care 🥰

Early Nights Off;;

A/N: Dude, I am literally blowing you kisses and hugging you platonically through my laptop rn. I was smiling and kicking my feet when I saw that you nearly instantly sent me a request for Peter. I am so in love with him, I love my silly goofy DILFs hehe. I have never written for a lactation kink before so I will not be doing that as I do not know how and Idk how comfortable I am with it LMAO I will try and interoperate the rest into this for you though. Thank you again, literally my savior for my brain rot rn. HE IS SO MALEWIFE THOUGH, YOU ARE SO REAL. I hope this is good enough, this is my first Peter fic haha.

Warnings: Breeding Kink (I just know he has one after Mayday.), Praise Kink, "Mommy" Kink sort of?, Oral (F and M Receiving), Creampie (Wrap it before you tap it guys), Reader is an alien (Not proofread, sorry lmao)

Any other day it would be easy for Peter to patrol the city all night. Even if the crime activity was little to nothing. He could spend all day and night swinging from building to building. It beat sitting at home with nothing to do.

Except now he had a reason to be home. Even before the two of you had Mayday, and it was just you. He found himself crawling through the window of your shared apartment earlier and earlier each night. You were his weakness, and he was never ashamed to admit it.

After you gave him his first kid though. There were some nights that he wouldn't go out at all. Too enraptured by baby Mayday to even think about leaving your cozy home. Playing with the baby. Watching you nurture and care for her. Being a dad was something he enjoyed a lot more than he ever thought he would. He had Miles to thank for breaking his fear of kids.

Tonight was one of his early nights. Calling it quits after all he found for crime activity was a man robbing a woman of her purse. Cliché and typical, but he put a stop to it nonetheless. Getting the woman's purse back while also tying the attacker up in front of the New York Police Department with a letter attached to him.

'Caught him robbing a lady, you're welcome. - Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.'

He wondered if they ever actually took in and charged the people he left on their doorstep like that. Or if they simply untied them and let them run because they had no proof they actually did anything wrong? That was a question for another time, though. Right now he was focused on opening the bedroom window. Crawling in and shutting it behind him to keep the muggy air outside from entering the room.

He was quick to take the suit off. Figuring he wouldn't need it for the rest of the night. Pulling a grey shirt on that hung on the side of the bed. Keeping only his boxers on to allow his body to cool down from the warmer conditions outside.

You were in the living room. Comfortable pajamas on while you lulled Mayday to sleep in your arms. A soft hum leaving your throat as you rocked her back and forth. He had to stop and watch for a while. Leaning against the door frame that led him from your shared room to the living room.

"You're back early," you cooed. At times he wished you didn't have the ability to sense him like he could you. It was nice sometimes, though. Not at times that he wanted to just sit and watch you mother his baby.

"I missed my beautiful girls," he murmured, that smug smile gracing his features. You were glad to have looked up and seen it.

"Well, I just fed her and got her to sleep." you informed, and he nodded. Licking his lips while his eyes raked over you. Practically undressing you and imagining all the things he could do to you right now. It had been so long since the two of you had any time to each other. That seemed to be one of the few, if not only down falls to being parents. Sex felt scarce, but that didn't mean it was totally absent from your lives.

"I think I might shower while you lay her down," he spoke, shifting his feet as he went to turn back for the bathroom down the hall. "Or I could run you a bath while I make you something to eat?" you offered and he just couldn't say no.

He smiled, nodding his head while staring you down. So much love and adoration was in his eyes. He was perfect. Mayday was perfect. You were perfect.

"What man could say no to that offer?" He snickered, to which you rolled your eyes. Smiling fondly at your husband while you stood to your feet. Kissing his cheek when you made it over to him. "I'll get that bath running then," you hummed. Heading for Maydays room to put her to bed. Shutting the door behind you before you scurried off for the bathroom. Swaying your hips a little more than normal since you knew he was staring.

He was, too. His eyes eating you up like candy while they took in your form. God, he could eat you alive.

The water was the perfect temperature. The soaps that you put in it had him melting into the atmosphere. Everything was perfect. He couldn't ask for anything better. When you came walking in with food, and that skimpy bathrobe that drove him crazy. He was certain you were praying on his downfall.

"You spoil me," he told you as he took a plate from your hand. Watching as you sat on the edge of the tub with your own plate in hand. The both of you eating together. Peter a little more eager than you. He loved his food.

"Only because you spoil me in return," you grinned. He raised a questioning brow. Taking a bite of the Mac and Cheese that you warmed up from the night before. "How? I don't make enough money to spoil you. You spoil me more that I do you, and it's a little unfair," he pouted a bit. He hated the fact that he couldn't spoil you like he wanted to, but you never seemed to mind. Everything was fine the way it was.

"You find your ways, Pete," you hummed as you put your plate on the sink counter. Climbing off the tub so you could kneel on the floor next to the tub. His eyes were glued to yours. A questioning glint to them that begged for you to explain further.

"You don't need money to spoil someone. You pamper me with little things. Like your affection and how romantic you can be," you smiled, because he truly was a sap. He loved spending nights cuddling with you. Kissing over your body while reminding you how beautiful you were. Praising you for carrying his baby. Your baby. Making dinner for you on the nights that you couldn't bring yourself to. Or simply taking you and Mayday to the park to get some ice-cream and be a family.

"If it weren't for you, I probably would have never had little Mayday, either," you admitted, and he raised a brow. "Really?" He questioned, and you nodded.

"I never really wanted kids. Not until we started dating. You made me realize that I don't need to be scared of that sort of commitment ever again. You gave me a beautiful daughter," he felt his heart racing at your words. "I never really wanted a kid before you, either. It scared me, being a superhero and all." You both chuckled at that. Staring at one another for a moment or two.

"I guess we both spoiled each other in that department," you told him, and he nodded. "Guess so."

When Peter and yourself finally finished eating, that's when you helped him wash his hair. Something that he was going to do himself, but when you offered to do so. He just laid back and let you.

Your fingers pulled through his hair. Nails scratching his scalp just right while you spread the shampoo. A soft moan leaving his lips while his eyes fell shut. It had you smiling to yourself. Biting your bottom lip to try and keep it from growing any wider.

You leaned in to press a kiss to his shoulder. Your hands trailing down his chest while you leaned in closer to his ear. Peter's eyes opening when he felt your breath on his ear. His eyes trailing down to your chest. Catching a glimpse of the lavender bra under your bathrobe. The thought of you in lingerie had him grunting. His cock twitching to life under the water. It had been too long since the two of you had done anything like this. Something that wasn't a quickie before he left for work after his lunch break, while Mayday was down for her afternoon nap.

"God, I love you so much," he muttered, and you giggled. Pressing a kiss to his temple. "Scoot down so I can wash your hair out, goofball," you teased, and he felt his heart thumping. "Yes Ma'am."

Once his hair was all washed it was time for him to call it a night. Eyes begging for you to take him to the bedroom so you could both fuck like rabbits. Before Mayday that's what it felt like you two were. Primal Animals that only knew how to fuck or make love. Whatever mood Peter was in that night deciphered how he screwed you.

Tonight he wanted to pamper you. To really spoil you since he knew you planned to do the same to him. Gosh, "I'd do anything to be between those thighs," He murmured out loud. A dumbstruck look on his face. He hadn't even noticed he said it out loud, and you knew it. A giggle escaping your lips while you leaned forward. Ghosting your lips over his. "Not if I'm between yours first," you cooed, and he shuddered.

His face was a slight red out of embarrassment. He hadn't meant to say that to you out loud, but it wouldn't be the first lewd thing he'd ever said to you. Peter was fairly good at telling you what he wanted and how he wanted to do it. The more lust filled he got, the less of a sensor he had.

It was like a race for the both of you. Peter standing from the tub while flicking the switch so the water would drain. Scrambling out of it while you laughed and giggled with him. The both of you doing your best to be quiet so Mayday wouldn't wake up.

You ran for the bedroom. Feet pattering against the wooden floor while he did the same. Shutting the door behind himself before he pulled you in for a kiss that he craved. One that you both craved, really.

"I know you're wearing it," he spoke against your lips. Pulling the string of your bath robe so it would fall open. He was quick to pull back so he could see your frame better. "You still like it?" You asked, and he was quick to nod. His fingers running up your sides to your breasts. Giving them both a light squeeze with a groan. "Baby, I never want you to take it off," he chuckled, and you both knew that was a lie. By the end of the night he'd have it ripped off you and in a pile on the floor.

His lips came in contact with your neck. Fiery touches that you would never get used to. Your own powers were controlled by the sun, yet this heat was always so unfamiliar to you. So nice.

"Peter," you sighed as he sucked on your skin. Your body jolting when his fingers pinched your nipples through your bra. "You're so gorgeous, you know that?" He asked against your skin. Licking over your collar bone. You chuckled with a nod, "You tell me all the time," "Yeah, well I don't say it damn near enough." You rolled your eyes at his comment, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, and I don't tell you how good of a boy you are for me enough, either," he let out a grumble of a moan against your skin. It was so easy to rile him up, you loved it.

"May I?" You asked, ghosting your fingertips over his shaft, and he nodded. "Words, Peter," you demanded, and he shuddered. "Yes... Yeah, please," he mewled, and you snickered. He was already a mess.

You shrugged the robe off, allowing it to fall to the floor to give his hands more access to your skin. Your hand quick to reach between your lovers legs and grab him. Giving him a slow stroke before stopping to squeeze the base. His head fell onto your shoulder. A sigh leaving his lips while he gripped your hips.

"I need you," he called, "God, I need you so bad, don't tease me," he cried a little, and you had half a mind to listen, but you didn't want to. You had other plans for the night. You wanted to draw out this time you both had together for as long as you could.

"No," you purred, and the whine that he let out was heavenly. "Now, don't pout, Petey," you purred, "be a good boy for me and I'll reward you," he nodded frantically. He just wanted you to carry on and do something. Anything.

When you started to drop to your knees he felt his heart stutter in his chest. Everywhere your hands grazed as you slid down to the floor was on fire. At this point he couldn't tell if it was from his excitement, or if you were doing it yourself.

Your hand stroked his shaft a couple more times. Peter watching with excited eyes. His thighs shaking while he fought the urge to thrust forward.

"You can touch me, Peter," you told him, and he nodded. His shaky hands coming to tangle in your hair. One staying on the top of your head while the other came to cup the side of your face.

"Will you be good?" You asked, and he nodded. "I know you will," you hummed, kissing his hip. Listening to the moan that left his throat just from having your lips so close to where he wanted you the most. He craved you to the point that it hurt.

When you did finally reach his cock, the noise he made was unreal. Your eyes darting up to his with warning. One of his hands shot up to cover his mouth. A soft 'sorry, my love,' falling from his lips. He truly didn't mean to be as loud as he was. He could never help it. He prayed that one day the two of you could find a babysitter for Mayday so neither of you had to hold back as much as you both did.

Your head bobbed and he felt his knees shaking all ready. His brow knitting together while his chest began to heave. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were like an angel. On your knees, committing sin. The thought made him shudder. A hum rumbling from his chest while his head lolled to the side. "Feels so... Good," he purred, and you hummed in response. The vibration sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Both hands shooting to the top of your head so he could stable himself. His mouth slightly parted while his vision grew blurry from the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes.

"God, like that, shit," he spewed out words. You knew he was close, even if you couldn't sense it like he could sense your own approaching orgasms. You would know from how many times you've made him cum in your relationship.

You didn't allow him to, though. Another groan leaving his lips while he buckled forward. His hips thrusting forward a little in an attempt to chase your mouth. "Dammit, I was so close," he slurred, and you chuckled. Leaving an open mouthed kiss on the side of his cock. "I know, and you did so good for me baby," you purred, and he whined. He had such mixed feelings for your praising tease. He loved it, but he also despised it.

"How about I reward you now?" You asked, looking up to your lover with a grin. He was quick to nod in agreement. Licking his lips while he waited anxiously for what you had to say next.

"You wanna fill me up tonight?" "You have no idea," he practically growled. The sound of his voice. The switch from whiny to damn near feral. It went straight to your core. Your breath hitching as he helped pull you to your feet. Pushing you back until you were on the bed.

He fell on top of you. Caging your body with his own. Something seemed to snap in his eyes and it excited you more than taking control over him. It wasn't often that you let him be in complete control, but right now. All you could think of is what he had said in the tub.

"You still want your head between my thighs?" You asked, and his eyes were quick to meet yours again. A smirk pulling at his lips while he stared down at you. "I'd live there if I could, baby," you both chuckled a little at this, but you both knew it was true, too. There were some mornings that you'd wake up to his head between your thighs. Eating you like you were his last meal on earth. He'd just give you head if you'd let him. He never really expected anything in return from you.

He lips crashed down onto yours. A kiss that had you both gasping for air when he was done. Teeth on teeth that led to his tongue exploring your mouth.

His hands were on their own mission. Scaling your body. Taking in every dip and curve that you had. Memorizing you like he did every other time he touched you. If he didn't have any other responsibilities, he could stay in this position with you forever. Touching your body while kissing you with fervor.

One of his hands cupped your breast. The other resting on your thigh. His lips finally parting from yours with a string of saliva still connecting you both. A smug and dreamy smile on his face. "I love you," he hummed, and you giggled. "I love you, too," you told him, and his smile grew. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you.

His lips trailed over the top of your breasts. Kissing and sucking. Leaving little marks on the soft skin. His hand on your thigh sliding up your body so he could take both of your breasts in his hands. Squeezing and toying with your sensitive mounds of flesh. Your back arching with soft noises that left your throat. Every sound that you made only fed his ego more than it did before.

His mouth replaced one of his hands. Mouthing over the thin fabric that his your nipples from the air. Saliva wetting your skin through the fabric. A sharp inhale coming from you when he nipped your sensitive skin. Your fingers gripping his shoulders while he teased your body. He knew what drove you crazy. Just like you knew what drove him crazy.

His free hand trailed down to your panties. His hand cupping your sex with a moan. He could feel how hot you were down there and it drove him wild. His middle and index finger running over your mound. Feeling how wet you were through the fabric of the lingerie. It was intoxicating him. Just as much as his touch was intoxicating you.

His mouth switched over to your other breast. Biting the flesh while he pushed your panties to the side to slip his middle finger inside of you. A gasp leaving your throat while you tugged at his hair. "Pete!" you snapped, and he grunted, "'M sorry, you're just so good," he moaned against your skin. His now free hand reaching behind you to undo the bra that kept him from your bare skin. Gibing him the chance to abuse your nipples without the fabric in the way. Though, it didn't last long before his mouth was trailing down your stomach. Leaving wet kisses on his way down.

Once he met your clothed sex with his face he felt himself growing impatient. Nudging your clothed clit with his nose. "You're so pretty like this," he sounded drunk. He practically was. Anytime he had sex he was. He was intoxicated by you. You were his perfect drug.

His fingers hooked your underwear. Pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the side. Peter blew on your sex. Keeping your legs apart with his strong grip. "Stay still for me, please," he asked, looking up with pleading eyes. Though there was a hint of command behind them that had you clenching around nothing. You only nodded your head in agreement, which had him smiling.

He was quick to get to work. Licking up your slit. Your breath hitching while your fingers tangled in his hair. His hips bucking down into the bed to try and gather some sort of friction for himself.

He licked at your sensitive bud. Licking and sucking until you were squirming and on the verge of tears. Biting the back of your hand to hold back the cries that tried to bleed from your mouth.

"Taste so good," he rambled. Reaching a hand down to push two fingers inside you. Curling them up, then dragging them out. Slipping the digits past his lips to take a taste. Moaning around his fingers before slipping them out. "Heavenly," he sighed, before diving in once again. Lapping you up like a dog.

It wasn't long before you were summing on his tongue. You told him you were close, but he knew. Only abusing your clit until you were convulsing underneath him. If it weren't for you pushing his head away, he would have made you cum again, too.

"Peter, please," you cried, and he looked up from between your legs. "Just one more time," he tried to plea. Leaning down to lick your clit again. Your body jolting at the overstimulating feeling. "Peter, if you aren't inside me in the next ten seconds I swear to God," you snapped, and he smirked. "All right, all right," he chuckled, kissing your stomach before pulling himself up so he was positioned between your thighs.

He moved above you for a moment or two. Just staring down at you with those adoring eyes. You hated how he looked at you sometimes. It made your heart ache and wish that you had met him sooner than you had. He always made you feel so special and so loved.

"I want another kid," he blurted, "Maybe a little boy, he could have your eyes," he daydreamed out loud, and you nearly laughed. Yet, you couldn't. You only stared back up at him. Hearts practically in your eyes while you reached up to cup the sides of his face. "Only if he has your smile," he chuckled at your words. Leaning down to nuzzle your nose with his. "Is that a yes to baby number two?" He snickered, reaching down to rub your stomach. He was obsessed with you, and he couldn't get over the thought of you carrying another one of his kids. He was already crazy for you, but seeing you pregnant with his child? It did things to him, and you knew it, too. He wasn't shy about it.

"You like being a mommy?" He hummed, and you nodded, "Only for you," you chuckled, and he snickered. "You're a good one too. So loving, caring, rewarding," he winked with the last word, and you rolled your eyes. Swatting his chest. "Peter," he shrugged. "You are, I'm glad you are, too. Mommy. It's a good title for you," He cooed, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

"Peter, it's been over ten seconds," you reminded him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bringing your hips up to meet his. The both of you shuddering at the friction. "All right," he sighed out, but instead of pressing himself inside of you like you wanted. He pulled away from you. A frown settling on your lips. "What?" "Hands and knees, now," you stared for a second. It never ceased to surprise you when he ordered you around, but you never really complained about it either.

Once you were maneuvered around he was quick to pull you closer to him by your hips. Leaning down to kiss the dip of your back. "Gonna fill you full," he murmured against your skin, rubbing the tip of his dick along the slit of your sex.

"Shit, Peter," you wined, leaning down to lay the side of your face on the bed. Peter let out a moan at the position you put yourself in. Ass in the air, face in the sheets. You were gorgeous.

He hushed you, biting his lip while putting his fingers against your lips. You sucked them into your mouth and he swore it was one of the hottest things you've done.

When he pressed inside of you, you both fought to stay quiet. Peter was practically falling apart above you. The thought of fucking a baby into you had him harder than he had expected. His hips giving a few testing rolls to make sure you were wet enough. Only moving when you gave a nod.

His thrusts were slow at first. Rolling against you with rhythm. Until they weren't. Until you begged him to move fasted and he had to listen to you.

Both of his hands were on your hips now. His own hips thrusting in and out of you at a past that had your whole body trembling. You pawed and gripped at the sheets. One of his hands keeping hold of your hip while the other reached for one of your hands. Intertwining his fingers with your own. Even while he was fucking you dumb he showed so much affection for you. It was almost overwhelming.

Peter leant over you. Pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade while he panted and moaned in your ear. The sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. The faster he got the further you got smothered into the bed. He was chasing that high that the both of you craved. When he felt his approaching, he was quick to reach between your thighs to rub your clit with the speed of his thrusts. Bringing the both of you to the highs that you desired. His hips slowing while he rolled out his orgasm and rubbed out your own.

Peter lay limp above you. His chest heaving on top of your back. One hand running up and down your side while the other squeezed and rubbed at your hand.

"One more?" He asked, and you chuckled. "Your libido's too high for your own good, Peter," you sighed, and he chuckled. Pulling out of you which caused the both of you to groan with distaste. "I'm not hearing a no?" He questioned with a brow raised. Helping you roll onto your back. "One more," you told him with a nod, and he grinned. "Maybe two?" "Pete, don't push it," you giggled, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. Peter laughing into the kiss he gave you.

[queer-n-here]

Hi lol I’m just here to request Tachihara again (i was the one who requested him before haha). I saw that you wrote the fic and that’s awesome and I’m super grateful, but I wasn’t able to finish it bc I can’t read noncon (just a personal thing).

But yeah! I’ve been loving your other works and I was debating even sending this cuz i didn't wanna sound entitled or anything but if you’re up for writing another Tachihara fic, I’d be stoked to read it! The other options on the poll you put out all sounded really good so maybe one of those? Up to you! And feel free to shoot down this request, no hard feelings :)

Bro 😭 I'm sorry the fic wasn't to your taste. Also, this is for other people who wanna send asks, too. If there are certain themes that you're not comfortable with, please specify! I don't want to make y'all uncomfortable, and I think I remember you saying that you were okay with anything, anon *accusing side eye*.

Hehe, no worries though, and you didn't come off as entitled at all. In fact, you sounded so polite I was like damn I need to do this hahah (dont worry, I took no pressure, as you can probably tell from the time it took for me to dish this things out, I'm sorry brooooo 😭😭)

Also, I'm glad you like my works! ☺ Thank you for reading, and I hope you like this one, too!

In the poll that I did for Tachihara, the second place was taken by 'Edging+Overstim' so imma do that one!

Contents: Edging 'Hara and then overstimming him.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, lil bit of nipple play, one case of degradation, edging, overstim, I'm writing this at 2:24 because my bae just went offline and I'm horny :(

Tachihara was barely even sane about three hours in.

You'd been edging him for so long, he couldn't focus on anything anymore. His eyes were dripping with tears, his hips bucking up to push himself deeper into your cock, only for you to grab his waist with a hiss and hold him in place.

Gods, you couldn't help but admire how sexy he looked like that, eyes glazed over and thighs trembling, hands clutching your shoulders so tight he'd drawn blood a while ago. Another sob shook his bruised chest as you remained stationary in him, so big against his walls but not moving.

"[Name]," He whined, the jut of his throat rolling. "Hhng, p-please..."

"Hmm..." You considered giving him what he wanted.

You raised a hand, letting it trail across his skin, caressing his torso, his waist, his thighs...

Tachihara moved to lean into the touch, his gaze pleasingly pathetic despite his brain having turned to mush.

You leaved down and, surprising the both of you with your gentleness, placed a kiss on Tachihara's forehead.

"Alright, then." You said, your voice husky with desire.

And then your hips started moving again, this time with a ferocity that sent the man underneath you scrambling for purchase, his grip slipping from your shoulders. His hands landed on the sheets on either side of his head and he gripped them tightly, back arching as your thrusts grew deeper and deeper.

The sounds of sex echoed across the room, and each one of your thrusts hit Tachihara's sweet spots at the accuracy of a professional sniper, sending his mind hurling, making him whimper. His moans were growing louder, and his untouched dick was leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.

It didn't take Tachihara long to come. A couple tugs at his nipples had him spilling all over himself, making a mess out of his abdomen. His body shuddered as he panted, body lax under you, till he realized you weren't stopping.

"A-ah! I just... Mmph! I just c-came, [Name], please..."

"Please what, baby?" You drawled, your pace wild and unrestrained, your gaze on Tachihara's body predatory. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

And he just whined, fat tears spilling from his red and puffy eyes as he shook his head, but at the same time his hole clenched around you, making you widen your eyes and then smirk.

"Such a fucking slut, 'Hara..."

You ended up fucking him till he was shooting blanks, till the half-begging expression on his face slowly turned into a fucked-out one, till he couldn't even say your name anymore.

Clean up was a pain in the neck as usual, but after changing the sheets when you laid behind Tachihara in the bathtub, holding him against you, you couldn't help but sigh in contempt.

As long as you had him by your side, you couldn't hell but think that life was good.

[desires-of-chain]

Desperate

hello hello! It is I, wizard anon, back from the depths! Apologies for my absence, autumn kicked my ass and currently winter is also kicking my ass, but I finally got the urge to continue writing some good good smut hehe - starting off with the long promised trans Time fic <3 No clue if this new fic is a one off or if I'm finally back in my groove, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

I also have some older stuff I never submitted (because it's all afab reader x warriors and I didn't want to submit not gn stuff and for only one character over and over again fjdjsh) so I shall probably also finally send them in.

With that out of the way, on with the show!

- wizard anon

Content: amab reader(gn pronouns), transmasc Time, dirty talk, breeding kink(no ment of pregnancy), one line of cum eating, creampie. Word count: 1345

You have him pinned to the wall. You're shorter than him, but Time has never once doubted your strength - it turns him on how easily you can push him around. The others see him as the strongest, Biggoron Sword in hand and plate heavy upon his back, but he knows the truth: you're the one in charge, here.

They’ve all finally found a suitable place to bed down for the night - Lon Lon Ranch, Talon out in town and Malon far too fond of his gaggle of trouble makers to ever let them stay out and camp in her view. And she apparently saw the same thing in your eyes that has been boring against the back of his head for the past three days, because she got everyone else distracted with outdoor work and told the two of you to go set up the spare rooms on your own. Giving you some much needed privacy to finally do… this.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you pepper kisses and nibbles against his neck, “I need you, baby, I need to fill you up. Stuff you full, fuck…”

He doesn't know what’s gotten into you. You’re insatiable, absolutely ravenous. He had to shoot you down last night with a proposal of sneaking off from watch to fuck in the woods, and the way your face fell into moping as he explained it was incredibly unwise to do so almost had him going back on rationality. And from then to now, it seems your urges have only built up even more.

You slide your hand into his trousers and immediately begin rubbing his clit. His head falls against the wall, choked groan on his lips.

“You're so gorgeous, let me fill you up? We’re alone and there's a bed. There’s no better time than now, handsome.”

In all honesty, he doesn’t care to wait much longer either. As much as he loves them, since getting into a relationship with you he has become rather sour at times at the other Links’ near constant presence. Whenever it seems he finally gets a moment alone with you, someone will turn up. Some privacy to indulge in human needs more often would be nice. Perhaps that’s why you’re so worked up - you finally reached your breaking point. He might have, too.

“Yes, please, let’s do it.”

You pull your fingers out from his trousers, and he can't help but buck his hips at the sudden lack of stimulation. Then you're dragging him over to the bed by the tunic, and he follows like a lost puppy. You really are very strong - he’s pushed down onto the bed easily, boots and trousers almost ripped off by your hand. You don’t bother with taking his tunic off, simply pushing it up until it’s bunched up at his neck, chest exposed. Your hungry look as your eyes roam across his breasts and stomach is maddening.

“I wanna breed you so bad…”

Oh, what that does to his brain. He spreads his legs for you immediately, giving you full access to begin opening him up with your fingers - which you get to swiftly, two fingers all the way in and curling just the way he likes.

“You're so wet, you want me so bad, want me to fuck you good, milking my fingers already.” Time moans, your words frying his brain in tandem with how you pump your fingers - three now, pressing against his walls and making embarrassingly hot noises. He’s so worked up already, desperate, and everything that comes tumbling out of your mouth only makes it worse.

A tantalising idea pops into his head.

“Can I ride you?”

The fingers inside him still, before carefully pulling out. You bring your fingers to your lips and clean them up, and Time’s mouth drops open.

“Of course you can.”

He shuffles about on the bed, perching on the corner as you flop down to replace him and hastily pull off your own boots and trousers. He takes the moment to pull his tunic over his head so it's no longer sitting awkwardly around his shoulders and breasts. Now completely bare, he watches you watch him as you pull your cock out of the confines of your underwear, pumping yourself slowly and spreading your precum as a makeshift lubricant. Despite himself, he flusters at your undivided attention while putting on such an erotic display, ears red and pinning up. You catch his eye and smirk.

“Well, come here, handsome. Grab the lube first though.”

Time dives over for their bags, fishing out the jar of lubricant quickly and returning to the bed. You fetch it out of his hand and prepare yourself just as quickly, then he's climbing onto your lap and lining himself up. Your hands rest against his hips, firm and sure.

Time gasps as he begins to sink down on your cock. His chest heaves, pressure and pleasure and heat mixing into an almost addictive cocktail in his head, dizzy and cloying. The way you gaze up at him certainly doesn’t help.

Your hands squeeze his hips, urging him down further, and soon enough he’s taking you in all the way.

He pants. His thighs squeeze against your hips as he adjusts to the feeling of being so full. Every nerve in his body is on fire with pleasure - your hands against him, your cock inside him. He was desperate for this, needed this, for so long. Just as long as you did. And now he has it, it feels addicting.

When you buck your hips into him he moans. He knows you're both supposed to be quiet, but he can't help it. He rises on his knees until just the tip is inside him still, then sinks down onto you again slowly. Repeats this, a few times, until you get impatient and are fucking up into him again. Time picks up the pace after that, bouncing on your cock and letting all manner of noises spill out of his mouth.

You squeeze his hips, shifting your own in tandem with how he rides you. “Gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, I’m gonna fill you up good, breed you, stuff you with my cum until you're full. You want that, right?”

Time nods his head, almost delirious, chasing his pleasure feverishly. He’s close - taken to the edge so quickly, a mix of how long it's been since the last time you've both done this, and how your endless stream of compliments and dirty talk send his head spinning. He chases his orgasm desperately.

“Baby, I’m close…” You pull Time’s hips flush with yours, grinding up into him. He whines, hole full and body tense, on the edge of his orgasm but not quite pushed over the precipice - just a little more, please, that's all he needs…

One of your hands snakes down to play with his clit again, and he’s shuddering around you as his orgasm rips through his body. That’s all it takes for you to reach your end, too - filling him up with your cum, his hole milking your cock as he shakes through the aftershocks of his pleasure.

Time flops down on top of you, burying his face into your shoulder and breathing out a long, exhausted exhale.

“It was too long since we last did this…” He mutters. Your arms circle his back comfortingly.

“I think I nearly went insane,” you chuckle, “Thank god it didn't go any longer, or I would've actually had to drag you out into the woods and fuck you up against a tree.”

Time pushes himself against you even more, this time out of embarrassment. “Let's not plan on doing anything where we can get caught, please - no matter how desperate we get, we cannot traumatise the boys.”

“If they didn’t hear you just now,” you respond, entirely too much cheek in your voice. “There might’ve been a few knocks on the door, but I was too busy with you milking me dry to get up and check.”

Time groans. Absolutely no privacy at all…

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🧙 ANON, BACK AT IT AGAIN!

also hi, lovely, it been a while 🥺 i hope you're doing okay!

[lovelyhan]

what are your svt fic recs??? like your holy grail??

took me a while to put this together BUT here it is!

disclaimer that i've been a carat for like . a month so it's a stretch to say i've read a lot of svt content. tho from what i've consumed so far, my favorites are listed under the cut :>

i'll start with the ones i found on ao3 first hehe

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by dontflailmenow × tags: s.coups x reader; camboy!cheol, enemies to lovers

the first EVER svt fic i've read, and it was just so WOW!!!! basically, reader recently broke up w her ex, which is seungcheol's best friend. cheol and mc aren't on the best of terms (always arguing etc.) so when she realizes that the camboy she's been lusting over to get over her ex turns out to be cheol, some...problems start to arise i'm pretty sure i saw this one around tumblr but i'm too lazy to find the op's blog i'm so sorry HEUUUHEU but i really loved it to pieces, and it ultimately flung me into svt fanfic tumblr altogether :D

The bore next door by HoneyAteez × tags: wonwoo x reader; blind dates, suffocation via cock LOL

another fic that i am fairly sure is cross-posted on tumblr too, but can't be assed to find -- your mother sets you up with good neighbor jeon wonwoo, and he turns out to be the worst sexual deviant on the face of the earth, fucking the soul out of your body right after the first date.

Walking in Traffic by versigny × tags: mingyu x reader; soulmate au, teens being teens

literally crying as i type this because it's one of the most beautiful coming of age stories i've ever read, and it was written back when i was still in mf HIGH SCHOOL 😭 reader and gyu find out they're soulmates way too early, and pretty much despise each other growing up, but they eventually come to terms with their soul bond along the line.

close proximity by chilligyu × tags: mingyu x reader; roommates, LOTS OF ANGST

there's no explicit smut in this one, but the plot twists and the narration itself threw me in for SUCH a goddamn loop that it would be a hate crime not to include this here. mingyu becomes reader's roommate upon bff!wonwoo's recommendation, and they and up falling for each other, and [gets dragged off stage because spoilers]

now for the tumblr recs!

sapiosexual by @smileysuh × tags: s.coups x reader; sugar daddy au, psych daddy!cheol,,,,

it's a pretty straightforward sugar daddy au, but what makes it different is how it's written, y'know? cheol clearly lays all of the details for he and reader to agree on, making sure all the boundaries are clear and there aren't any blurred lines. seungkwan as your best friend is also a really enjoyable addition (he's the one who coined the term psych daddy LOL), AND i just love the author's humor in general.... quirofilia [bursts out laughing]

A Break by @smileysuh (again bc i'm obsessed w their work) × tags: mingyu x reader x wonwoo; svt as babysitters, budding poly

so op has an entire assortment of meanie poly fics, but this one is probably my most favorite bc it touches on a more endearing and responsible side to mingyu :') he and reader just can't sit down and fuck because he's busy worrying about their child every ten minutes LOL. enter jeon wonwoo, who is not only baby saebyeok's favorite uncle, but has been pining for the reader since time immemorial. of course, gyu has known all along, and asks them if they're both down to have a threesome (this is literally a terrible way to summarize the story, but i suggest you just read it &lt;3) OH OH bonus: hoshi tries to sacrifice the baby to the tiger gods in a summoning circle made of tiger plushies. if that doesn't sell this fic for you, i don't know WHAT will

Love, Actually by @haet-sal × tags: jun x reader; cheating but not really? whipped single dad!jun

aka the fic that catalyzed my jun brain damage. reader works as jun's secretary but she isn't very...good at her job, but he keeps her around anyway bc 1.) his kid likes her, and 2.) HE likes her. problem is: she has a boyfriend-not-boyfriend, but Because that boyfriend-not-boyfriend is an asshole, she kind of uses jun as a constant rebound, poor guy (it has a happy ending tho i promise!!)

an untitled dk friends 2 lovers by @husbandhoshi × tags: dk x reader; idiots in love

this is actually preceded by 2 more drabbles from the op, but i'm linking this one specifically bc it made me physically long for big dick boyfriend lee seokmin. the thing i like most about smut written for dk is that he's ALWAYS so fun and endearing and lovable in bed, and what's more is that this one's a friend to lovers fic, so there's YEARS worth of pining and puppy love to spice up the sex hehehehehehe it really really deserves more recognition !!

right where you left me by @tonicandjins × tags: wonwoo x reader; exes getting back together, ANGST

i have a shitty memory so i can't go into the specifics on what this fic is about. it's one of the first ones i read on tumblr, but it's been a hot minute but i DO remember writhing in bed right after reading it, so it definitely earns a spot on the rec list! reader and wonwoo lived together in their hometown, but had to break up when wonwoo moves to seoul and he just couldn't make any compromises. bonus points for best friend hoshi on this one &lt;;3

that's pretty much it for now! i'm so sorry if any of the authors mentioned didn't want to be tagged 🤒🤒 i just thought i'd share my thoughts abt ur work while sharing them w the rest of my followers UEUEUEUE

[dinadumas]

I love the problematic of tomarry in time travel fics and now I'm going to explain why hehe

Let's take a look at Tom and Harry separately.

We have Harry who is 16~17 years old. Say what you will, but he's a sarcastic asshole. This is perfectly demonstrated by mama Ro in the books (like the moments when Harry interacts with the Dursleys and many others).

The first 11 years of living with muggles affected him in a bad way. Dumbledore is a good man, but I judge him for Harry's childhood. He grew up an intimidated and lonely child so his friends were the most precious people in his life to him. He treasures good people.

Fucking prophecy. Jesus. Harry had been trained since he was 11 years old to beat some crazy dude who talked to snakes. For an 11-year-old boy just entering the wizarding world, it was like a professional boxer's punch. For him, the wizarding world was a hope for a better life. Surprise Harry, I'm sorry. The beautiful fairy tale turned out to be a lie.

He developed a hero complex during his Hogwarts years. He was willing to die to destroy the horcrux inside him and give others hope for the death of the dark lord.

Well, and let's not forget the wonderful sophomore year when Harry was bullied for parseltongue. Surely that wasn't pleasant and left its own residue okay?

He's impulsive. Harry's a man of action. He does some shit first and then thinks about the consequences afterwards ahahahaha

And let's talk honestly, you ready for this. He absolutely has ptsd. I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps with a wand in his hand, seriously. Harry has been tried to kill at least 4 or 5 times, his friends and many others have been killed and tortured. Because of his status as the chosen one, he blamed all the troubles on himself. Cerrick's death was also a blow. This episode is absolute hell.

Harry is a strong wizard. Like baby... a patronus at 13? That's crazy. I love that kid. All in all, Harry Potter is a tired ball of nerves with a dash of sarcasm peppered with powerful magic.

And, uh, we have Tom.

Tom at 16~17?

God help me.

He's a monster. In both good and bad ways. This punk literally being an orphan without any support has taken control of an entire slytherin house filled with pompous snobs and blood purity advocates. Himself. Tom... how? My props.

Can you feel the magnitude of his genius and charisma? His only weapons were his mouth, his brains and his looks. Oh, and magic. He was lucky in one way. Merope fell in love with a Muggle. Let's thank her.

Thank you.

Let's continue. The orphanage. Apart from the meager food and lack of heating, the orphanage isn't too bad because Tom could fight back against those kids, but 24/7, 11 years of living in hate does its job. Tom is cynical. He doesn't trust people at all. To him, they're either an obstacle or a means to an end. Manipulator? Yeah huh, that's Tom Riddle.

Let's not make him a demon. Let's look back to June, 1943. We know Tom didn't plan to kill Myrtle. It was an accident. That means that at the time he probably wouldn't have decided to kill her himself, but fate made its move and it happened. You could say it was the beginning of his downfall. Tom didn't care about other people's lives, but after June, all moral boundaries that held him back were erased.

We all know why he was chasing immortality. The war. He saw it with his own eyes. All those ruined streets and dead bodies. He heard it all with his own ears. The sounds of explosions and evacuation signals.

He was terrified of his own weakness before death and the prospect of being just another nameless body. And he had ambitions for the whole of magical Britain. Yeaah.

All in all, the tag magnificent creep describes Tom Riddle very accurately.

Now let's look at these two little punks together.

Boom! You feel that? Explosive mix.

They're a lot alike, so competing with each other is something special for them. It makes the blood in their veins flow faster. And given their history for Harry and the horcrux connection for Tom, it's a hell of a relationship.

But. Their morals. Even if they're similar in some ways, they're still too different. It's cursed. Seriously. Harry and Tom took their lives every day. But they did it in different ways, and that makes all the difference. Tom initially fought for a better life for himself, later it turned into an obsession to turn the whole ministry upside down. Harry also wanted a better life, but he also wanted the happiness of the people around him. He wanted to be surrounded by that happiness. Because...well, why would happy people want to harm him? Exactly.

Harry sees his happiness in others, he wants to share it with someone else while Tom uses other people's weaknesses to find the best place under the sun for himself.

That's what I see as the problem tomarry. It's the way they accomplish their goals. They want the same thing, but they do it in completely different ways and it leads to different results.

It's crazy. It's killing me.

Unfortunately every day of their lives would be a little war. Sure, it adds passion to their relationship but it also hurts them. Harry would never accept Tom's indifference to other people's lives, and Tom would never feel safe around Harry or be able to trust him completely.

I think we all realize that the foundation of a strong relationship is trust in your partner. In a moment of special intimacy when they both know each other very well they will absolutely not trust each other completely. After all, they know what their lover is capable of.

Tom: You annoy the hell out of me

Harry: ...

Tom: but I'm obsessed with you, go on.

[cherryheairt]

There's this odd thing that I always do whenever a fav fic of mine is updated... I reread the previous chapter to build up my excitement and investment again. But then you published twice in one day, so o lucky me, I got to read three chapters in one day! Additionally, this habit makes me always late to comment about previous chapters, soooo having reread the past three chapter of Dragon Dreamer, I'd like to share with you my thoughts. 🌝

Regarding chapter VII...

I love how Cregan's little pov was like

"I want her to be mine and always have eyes on her-" 😈

"-so that I can watch her grow and see her cute reactions, because it's an honor to be in her presence." 🥺

"I want to keep her in Winterfell forever-" 😈"

"-so that she can be kept safe." 🥺

"I WILL KEEP HER-" 😈

"-let me just ask her mother for her permission and her blessing first." 🥺

Also, how did I miss that Daemon called her "his daughter" in his pov when I first read that chapterrrr???!! Aaaahhh!!! He is gonna flip when he finds out someone is asking to marry her, even though we already saw in chapter VIII that he predicted it. I can totally see him and Jace ganging up on Cregan, trying to intimate him... As if a Stark can be intimidated.

I love that we already had Daenys, The Dreamer, but now we have Daenys, The Unburnt. So brilliant of you and so magical, that part! Cregan's reaction was that of an old man's who had seen so much weirdness in his lifetime that any more weirdness stopped surprising him - I loved it!

Now, about Chapter IX... I. Cried. I don't think there was a part in which I didn't cry. I cried when Cregan was confessing to her, when they got the letter, when he fed her because he just wants to keep her safe and fed with all the huggies in the world 🥺, when she got back to Dragonstone, her little encounters with Rhaenyra!

My heart broke during that group hug! Because while Daenys was thinking that Lucerys normally met her in the dragonpit, I was also thinking that he should have been there with them in that group hug. No one can make me like Aemond Targaryen after he killed baby Luke (except those Aemond fic writers whose works I read). Totally reminded me of how I cried when Daenys was in Cregan's arms crying and said "My boy..."

Her reaction to everything? I felt it all. Including how she reacted to her Jaehaerys vision and how she knew instantly that Daemon couldn't have demanded that - she knew he didn't mean it. Honestly, I would love to see more of their relationship; I hope she saves him. 🥲 This also brings me to how Helaena basically intercepted the vision; I know it's not really different from how Alys and Helaena share a dreamer braincell, but there was something odd about how Helaena believed Daenys can prevent anything. Makes me believe our special Daenys, The Unburnt is a special kind of dreamer. 👀

And now that Cregan confessed first, I think our boy might have a heart attack when she tells him she loves him. AND THAT ALMOST DIRTY JOKE OF HIS?! I LOVE CRAENYS!

I know my thoughts aren't well arranged. Sorry about that, I don't know how to express my obsession in any way other than having what I call a "a brain dump". Please, keep feeding us multiple updates a day, queen - no pressure, though.

Have a good day/night!

I do the same thing! Sometimes if there's a long break between two chaps I'll just reread the entire fic so i remember everything and get to enjoy it longer lol.

LMAO thats so real he's fighting his own demons over there while shes just 😴, he truly just wants his fiance to be safe in his protection, knowing hiw the war is mainly going to take place in the crownlands where she is stationed. He hates not knowing if she's okay, always looking to the skies for a raven or her dragon.

Him and Jace would totally gang up him, and get no reaction or a very very subtle snide comment on how no one in their family could even protect her from bullies so how could they expect to protect her from war 🥱

hehe Daemon's pov in the next chapter is gonna go crazy. He's gonna be too busy getting yelled at by his wife than he will be to reprimanded Daenys for the lil punch

'as if a Stark can be intimated' Daenys will soon be a Stark, too 🤭

Thank you! I really loved writing the fire scene, but I was scared everyone might think I made her OP or something. Cregan was mostly glad to see her safe, and knows that she'll tell him about the experience when she's ready for it.

AHH is it bad to say I'm glad you cried?? If it invoked that much emotion im so so happy 🥹

Her reaction broke my heart, it was the hardest part to figure out how to write, especially because I knew it had to be short to really show how Daenys had to cut off her emotions and just go back home asap, no time to mourn. 'my boy' has been planned from chapter one though 🤧

Canon Aemond they can never make me like you. Buttt fic Aemond 🤭 I lowk want to write a series for him, too. But he's so complicated ughh

Do you mean saves Daemon? I do have a lott of canon changed due to the fact that I just can't wait for S3 to drop just to finish this series, so I will be going off of vague book knowledge and the seat of my pants lol.

I do like their complicated relationship too. Daenys didn't like him as a kid, suspecting he had something to do with Laenor but not fully blaming him, and knowing Rhaenyra was happy to be with him. Perhaps even thinking he's a total weirdo for wanting a girl so much younger than him (we all side eye him for that). They grew to be a true father and daughter over the years, but the war is putting a strain on Daemon's relationships with everyone, even Baela, Rhaena, and Rhaenyra.

Helena and Daenys have a special connection, both being different types of dreamers. Hel had hoped Dae could save her baby, but is not had at the fact that she couldn't. She understands, due to her more lengthy experience with the dreams, how hard they are to change. I think in the show she knew about her son dying, but blocked it out and distracted herself from the shock. Like warning Aegon about the rats, she could not SEE her son dying but knew that there were threats. Her dreams are more complicated to understand because we rarely get them, and then suddenly she predicts Aemond's death and says it outright.

#CREANYS ❗️❗️

Thank you for your thoughts I adore hearing them, mine are so jumbled too, I barely understand by own brainstorm notes for the series. Hopefully another chapter before Friday, but who knows my schedule has been sporadic. Have a good night also 🤭

[domain-of-sentience]

ch 38 ramblings

in which this chapter managed to make me give a shit about every character involved which was completely unprecedented. but also what the fuck just happened

also filled with susannah feelings, damn.... truly a girlfailure who graduated to girlwinner

anyway this chapter started off pretty strong (esp with that sage fight) but i was pretty paranoid that they would make seele pull a kiana for bubble universe(s) #547887648 which was the only thing i didn't really care much for in this chapter. i guess it's bc all they've interacted with is faceless npcs and vita, but vita isn't a native so......

at least there was plenty of gay shit

side note, i was curious about the two new mobs: white sword of damocles and black wine of theramenes. the sword of damocles is a famous symbol but i couldn't figure out the symbolic significance of "wine of theramenes," which doesn't seem to be a thing? and i don't see any parallels between theramenes and the sage other than "figure centered between two sides (worlds)" idfk...

this was one of my fave moments in the chapter bc you very rarely see a "smart" character fuck things up royally and also try amend them, by a former antagonist no less. honestly i did not care much about misteln initially but they managed to humanize her (and prometheus) throughout this whole ordeal so that's cool

y'know she didn't have to defend fuhua here but she did anyway hehe 😳

also i noticed they modeled the shark teeth for niggurath which is kinda funny considering they were lazy enough to reuse hua's model and face, and this shit would be too hard to see on a phone.. but now i wish they would give hos shark teeth too 😔

Yay ❤️

i saw this a long while ago too but i still don't know what to make of it other than some potential space exploration arc

WHICH reminds me i'm glad they delved into the sky people a bit. sorry i cba to read the manga

this whole segment hurted ☺️ but it also reminded me of my friend's super good and famous sentihua fic. let it be known that she tackled this concept first 🫡

THANK You kira i wish i could beat this into the heads of people so they stop applying human rules to her. i forgor the timeline already but just because she came into existence a few years ago doesn't mean she's a literal baby-brained minor 🤓🤓 by that logic i would have to revoke your license to talk about misteln milkies or w/e

okay that was my 532327th rant on that topic moving on

and despite being inhuman she has plenty of empathy for people, chad moment

umm i stopped taking screenshots here but I LOVE SUSANNAH NOW.... like i actually teared up when she was so frustrated with herself but she pulled herself up by da bootstraps and ran that marathon against all odds. she's an S-rank valkyrie in my heart okay 🥺🥺🥺

also rip vita but i know this isn't the last of u. still dunno what's going on with her

i give this chapter a rating of sussy vita/10 not quite a steel chair moment but was quite close

[igbylicious]

im so sorry im late ozr I read the new chapter as soon as I saw the notification but it was such a hectic week I couldn't get my thoughts in order (not like I am about to make any sense lol). Whichever way has become such a safe space for me tbh icb we only got 2 chapters left T_T

the intro of woo and reader's setting up the new boundaries was honestly delightful to read like things aren't just magically hunky dory now that he moved in w/ san but they talk about things and compromise and it's honestly an estimate to your ability to write about the little moments so well too. I swear I can read a whole book of just those little moments!!! maybe if you're up to it we can get more spin offs in this universe (can you notice me clinging to this fic??)

I love instigator Woo bless him for noticing reader's hesitancy and understanding her concerns while still pushing her to see past it. PUSSY DRUNK WOO MY BELOVED IS BAAAAACK!! honestly felt my stomach flutter reading that part and I just (,,♡ᵕ♡,,)

BUT OH GOD SAN??????????? this might have reawakened a part of me I thought was long gone because wth bro. he was in his element and THRIVING!! using reader's panties as a gag for woo was too hot i don't think i can be normal about this im afraid. the degradation, the overstimulation the POSSESSIVENESS???? do you want me dead???????

AND OF COURSE THE AFTERCARE AND THE WINDDOWN AFTER! *chef's kiss* i wanna hug them all they're just the most precious babies!! the san video might have broken my brain but I am so glad reader got her wish.

Another great chapter as always igby!! truly can't wait to read what you write next! I hope you're feeling better!

asdjhasdjhasdhj ahhhhhh i am meltinngggggggggg at this ask ;;♡ you’re always so generous w/ your thoughts, i appreciate you taking the time SO much!!! (and pls don’t worry abt being ‘late’, there is no such thing! you could show up in my inbox two years after an update and i’d be hecken THRILLED to see your name pop up! your asks always make my day, but i’m the last person who’s gonna judge others for being too busy or not having the spare batteries asdskjasdjk i understand the struggle :’) )

i’m really happy you enjoyed the lil moments hehe i love putting those in! i want to be careful abt making hard promises bc there are other projects i’m also excited abt, but i’m also super attached to these lil guys so there totally is a chance i’ll write more for this au after the fic is done ^^ i even got some notes jotted down for drabble ideas that don’t fit into the main fic (♡ ˙ ︶ ˙ ♡)

Wooyoung multi-tasking his emotional intelligence w/ his horny appetites is what we’re here for hehe <3 and asdjhdasjh ngl i’m p sure the demon that possesses San on stage took a bite out of me for this one @_@

FOR REAL I ALWAYS GET SO GIDDY AT YOUR COMMENTS ASKDJASKJDSAJK BUT PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO (◕‿◕)♡ hope your days are less hectic!!!

[theladydrgn]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @noodlefrog-omens - thank you for thinking of me!

How many works do you have on ao3? 52

What's your total ao3 word count? 1,919,383 - FUCK I'm almost at 2mil

What fandoms do you write for? Pretty much only Good Omens has grabbed me hard enough to want to write fanfiction at the moment, I've also previously written RWBY fic and, when I was a teen, Yu-Gi-Oh fic.

Top five fics by kudos: All but one of these is omegaverse and I don't know if that means we just write omegaverse really well or too much xD

It's a Nautical Feeling (E, 210K, 1522 kudos) - A pirate omegaverse au inwhich Pirate Captain Crowley is given Aziraphale as a prisoner in exchange for not taking raiding the ship Aziraphale is on. Love, sex, and treasure hunting proceeds.

Sunday's Child (E, 140K, 1354 kudos) - A Cinderella-like story based on the novel Friday's Child by Georgette Hayer with an omegaverse twist.

you know i'll never be lonely (you're my only one) (E, 256K, 1094 kudos) - A slice-of-life omegaverse fic in which Warlock's parents die in a tragic accident and he ends up going to live with his British uncle Crowley. The two of them struggle to navigate this new chapter of their lives while also still being good to each other.

Always You (E, 117K, 1070 kudos) - A fic that started from Nautical Feeling A/C joking about what might have happened had they met earlier. Obviously that little joke grew legs and made itself it's own fic!

The Small Ad (E, 32K, 1021 kudos) - It is once again the time of year for Aziraphale's family's reunion and he is still single. After a disastrous conversation with his cousin Gabriel, he lies about having found a partner and must scramble to find someone willing to go along with it. Hilarity (and smut) ensues.

Do you respond to comments? I want to. so bad. Unfortunately I work long hours and usually by the time I'm off I have little to no energy. I try top respond to ones that have questions and from close friends at least

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Well... I don't think there's any fic I've written with that I would consider and 'angsty' ending. I pretty much only do happy endings, really.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty much all of my fics have a happy ending, but the happiest might very well be Sunday's Child. Both Aziraphale and Crowley get exactly what they want, the 'bad guys' are entirely out of their lives, and they're expecting another baby ;^^

Do you get hate on fics? Not very often. There have been a few, very small instances where people left rude or hateful comments but it doesn't happen very often.

Do you write smut? When do I not?

Craziest crossover: I don't have any written yet, but one day when I have the time I desperately want to write a Good Omens/Dresden Files crossover

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated? A few times! It always fills me with joy when someone want's to translate one of my fics

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hehe, Co-written fic is almost all I do at the moment

All time favorite ship? Aziraphale/Crowley has grabbed my brain and I don't see them letting go any time soon

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have an Aziraphale/Crowley through-the-ages fic that I started right after I saw season 1. It was a huge project, I have SO many notes on historical and biblical events that I wanted to do but... The atmosphere in the fandom around the HC that Crowley was Raphael before he fell (an important part of the fic) was very hostile and I lost all will to keep working on it

What are your writing strengths? I'm great at dialogue and long plots.

What are your writing weaknesses? Descriptions. Do not ask me to describe anything in great detail, I will probably disappoint you.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I came from anime/manga fandoms where sprinkling Japanese in your fic was kind of like a flex so it's not something that bothers me even if I don't do it

First fandom you wrote in? A long long time ago when I was a wee bab I wrote very cringe Yu-Gi-Oh fic on ffnet. You can still find it if you search hard enough but I'd rather it be lost to the void of the internet lol

Favorite fic you've written? That's really tough because I love everything I've posted on AO3. If I absolutely had to choose I think I would pick Greater Than Our Suffering, a vampire au based off the first few minutes of Netflix's Castlevania. I'm also extremely happy with the fic Syl and I are currently writing because I've always wanted to write a high-fantasy royalty au and it's finally happening. That one will begin posting when Sugar and Spice is done!

Brain is empty rn so tagging: LITERALLY ANYONE WHO WANTS TO!!!! Yes, do feel free to tag me if you do it I promise I won't mind even if we barely know each other!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I'm not going to apologise for going insane about your writing I just hope you weren't annoyed by my spam reblogging

I am very tired and I'm trying to put into words how much I loved your arsonist/ firefighter au. Its incredible how you managed to take these two characters turn them into something new and yet keep them true to themselves. I love how you managed to create dynamics that felt like they were so dependent on the world they were set in and transferred then into a new one and still made it feel natural.

arsonist!neil makes me feel a new and special kind of sad. his loneliness is just as crushing as in the beginning of the foxhole court he is still paranoid and isolated. the feeling isn't the same however its a different kind of desperation that drives him. your story is wonderful and I thank you for sharing your writing with us.

I love how fitting it all is. neil starting fires and andrew being there for the aftermath. it's their deal all over again. firefighter!andrews relationship with renee, his calls with aaron and nicky, all of it.

I wish I could give you more thought through praise but I am tired and just want to type this as the feelings are fresh now ig.

I love your work. thank you and I hope you keep that joy writing gives you for a long long time.

-t

annoyed?!!?! baby you've got me crying. this is so fucking nice??? i'm so glad you liked it so much and i'm so hyped to get to share more of it on upcoming wip wednesdays now!! which feel free to join btw! all you have to do is holler 'arson neil' into my askbox on wednesday and i'm at your beck and call

on the spam reblogging, please DO. i love that! it means you like what i'm writing?? and also you wrote tags on most of them?! insane i love u

i mean, a lot of people read/'like' my shit but i feel like no one really comments or reblogs? so when i saw you literally live-blogging my shit i got so distracted by reading your tags. (which... i screenshotted them all because i'm insane like that and i need nice stuff to look at when my brain starts hating me) like i was working on more wipw stuff and i started getting a bunch of notes and i was like 🤔 🧐 and i stopped working because i was so hyped TWT

seriously i'm just so happy right now you've made my entire life!!! thank you for all the praise and kindness and analysis?! also i'm glad to have changed your opinion of non-exy fics hehe <333

[ashwhowrites]

SB is doing homework and I miss them so let's write a cringy post about them!

To @simping-over-boys-with-trauma

Hehe okay! I'm not sure exactly when SB and I first started talking but either way I feel like it's been years. I feel like I've been talking to them like every day of my life. I remember that they always interacted with my blog when I was tiny. It was like having that #1 cheerleader in your corner. I would post a fic and just wait and wait until I got their notification. That's when their name started to get me all giddy.

Then I saw them for the first time!! They sent me 2 photos of them with their elf ears because they were going to their DND campaign. I giggled for like three minutes honestly. They even said "here you go mommy" or some message like that. They had a very edgy vibe with their jewelry. It looked like they had some make up on. Maybe a pink eyeshadow underneath their eyes?

I remember never wanting to spank them because they were just so special and I adored them. Then once I started posting videos of smacking dough around, and they kept saying they wanted to be smacked like that. I kept saying no until they said they'd do their makeup for me just to let me ruin it for them.

Then I remember getting a message in my inbox about "hypothetically how would you feel controlling someones toy?" And that is what started it all. I cannot even tell you how I squeallleeeeeeddd when they confessed it was them asking. I received a link to their toy and edged them for two hours, the very first time.

Then we just kept doing it again and again. Now I'm constantly asking to play with them. Gonna get incredibly personal right here - my favorite part of playing with them is when I get to hear them cum. I'm an audio person. I love hearing moans, whimpers, screams and everything. So when I got to hear them whimper "mommy" "please" "wanna cum" and just their whimpers in general? Fuckkkkkkk I was just so in awe.

One thing I really love is that I know them so much. I know which nicknames are gonna make them melt. I love that I can hear their whimpers. I can imagine how they look when they cum. I can imagine their reactions to my texts. I just love that I know those little details.

For the sweet stuff!!

Them as a person, is just incredible. I love their humor, it's very similar to mine. We both tell the same jokes and laugh at the same stuff. Every day we find something new that connects us. We are always on the same brain waves. We think the same things and text the same messages at the same time.

Hard conversations? Never too hard. They are so understanding and let me ramble and ramble. One thing I appreciate is they never want me to apologize over and over, we like to do this who can be sorry more? And I like that they want me to learn to apologize once and feel fine after. They are helping me learn new things.

They are just an amazing person and they haven't been treated like that in the past. They've had people not respect who they want to be and I hate that. I just want to show them what they deserve. What they are WORTH. I'm a little cheerleader for them, always cheering them on. Their ex's were assholes and I wanna kick their asses. Then fuck my baby afterwards<3 they can easily protect themselves but I'd fight for them any day. My tiny ass will stand my ground 🫡 my baby and I want to make my baby happy and keep them safe. Cuddle them on their hard days and listen to them talk for hours

Do I have a crush? Definitely

Am I supposed to? Hehe nope

Do I care? Definitely not

I also wanna be their sugar momma and they won't let me 😠

Happy Valentine's day SB <3

[vinetae]

You know, I get a lot of people asking about how I get stories ideas for my fics. Well, here's the secret:

I don't they hit me at 1am while im trying to dream of Kim Taehyung after I ate three Taco Bell burritos and a hot pocket.

But seriously, I write my fics in my drafts like this:

"Jimin and yn fuck hehe and then tae joins oops andddd namjoon catches them and is like whaaa but then joins too. Yn gets pregnant but then like jimins not happy about it but taehyung is more than willing to take care of Lil baby mama yk ykkkkkk.

Uhm jungkooks eat chicken wings when yn walks out of jimins room OOOOOO and coke. Literally he loves chicken and come yes yes we love a chicken and coke king.

Man I could really go for jungcoc-

Anywyas."

I wish it was more organized lmfao. That's how my brain works I guess. 🤷‍♀️ misspellings and all. But then I get it written out, viewed and it gets like 500 notes and I'm like- "whaaaaaa???"

So wanna start writing? Do it. Literally just do it.

Because the first fic I ever wrote in my Word 2017 document was

"Yn sat at the bus when suddenly she saw bts manager. She went over and he saw how beautiful she was. She became an idol and met Kim Namjoon and he loved her 😍😍😍."

Just- don't go through my spark notes.. we don't talk about THAT Eliza.

Just- no.

Writing takes practice. It took me almost three years to get where I'm at right now, so just keep writing. Read so.e other fics. Find inspiration (but not plagiarism because that's wrong.) Just find yourself.

Good luck, anons! 🩷

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa 

 Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them. 

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over. 

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception. 

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.

[ellewords]

kageyama is 1000% the kind of guy who would not realize he was dating someone until it was pointed out, and he’d just stare at you blank faced, slow blink and all, and be confused as hell with an innocent excuse for every point made

“you guys hold hands everywhere you go????” “i just thought y/n always wanted their hands warmed?”

“don’t you call them love and baby all the time???” “is that not okay for friends to do?”

“but i was there when you agreed to go out with them????” “they asked me out? when did they ask me out?”

he’s totally down to be dating you, but he gets so nervous at the thought that his brain has somehow convinced him that everything you guys do is friendly

from elle! wait no bc i totally see this and I absolutely love it >_< thank you so much for this anon, definitely got my brain going brrrr with a little something to accompany your headcanon hehe

fic notes : timeskip!kageyama tobio x gn!reader, fluff, drabble, wc: ~0.67k

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“wait, you actually don’t know if you and yn and are dating?” hinata’s eyes widen, blinking back at him as if he had just grown another head. kageyama couldn’t actually be serious, but he saw in the way that he hesitantly nodded that he absolutely was. the words take just a few more moments to sink in before hinata bursts into laughter, a hand on his stomach and bending his upper body forward at the sheer force of it. 

kagayama pouts. a scoff move pasts his lips, but his heart’s beating has begun to pick up the pace. were you actually dating? he could only dream, there was absolutely no way that you liked him in that way. “what’s so funny?”

“nothing.” hinata grins, wiping invisible tears from the corner of his eye. he takes a few steps towards kageyama, patting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “i think you better talk to yn and figure it out.”

~

kageyama raises a hesitant hand to your apartment door, taking a deep breath before making three somewhat unsure knocks. how does he even bring this up? does he just straight up say it? what if this ruins your friendship? he couldn’t risk losing you in his life.

the door almost immediately opens to reveal your surprised face, rendering kageyama unable to practice what he was going to say. you take a few seconds before letting him in, unsure if he were actually in front of you.

“this is a pleasant surprise.” you smile, shutting the door with gentle click. tilting your head to the side, you notice him fiddling with his fingers, pacing around your living room, and unable to meet your gaze. a small frown replaces your smile, moving to place your hands on his shoulders to stop kagayama from pacing and forcing him to look at you, “what’s wrong? you know you can always talk to me, tobio.”

he bites his bottom lip, clearly hesitating, which in turn only makes you even more nervous. sure, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen kageyama this uncertain, but it still doesn’t stop the ache that slowly creeped its way into your chest.  

“are we…” kageyama pauses, taking a breath to collect himself, “dating?”

he gazes at his feet at the very last word, almost as if he were embarrassed to say it. the entirety of kageyama’s face is tinted pink, and you couldn’t help but wonder what would prompt this kind of question and reaction.

“yes?” you reply like he had just asked the most obvious question in the world, and to you, it really was. 

his voice is quiet, small even, when he finally replies. there’s a barely visible smile that’s begun to play on his lips, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. “oh. okay.”

“did you think we weren’t?” your brows shoot straight up, a small tug on your heartstrings despite the softness currently present on his features. “are you seeing someone else…do you want to see someone else?”

“no! i like you! a lot! i want to be with you.” panic overtake his face, taking a few steps back in complete shock. his hands wave wildly in front of you. “i just…didn’t…realize.”

“but i remember asking if we were going out.” you tilt your head to the side, you weren’t particularly mad. really more confused than anything, “and you said yes.”

“i thought you meant just going out to eat or something.” he scratches the back of his head, looking at you with nothing but complete sincerity, “ ‘m sorry.”

it was much too difficult to be upset at him when he looked at you like that. you shake your head and press your lips to his cheek, letting him know that it was okay and the matter was resolved. you hear his breath hitch at the contact.

“i think i’m the luckiest person on the planet.”

you chuckle, sure that kageyama didn’t even mean for the words to be said out loud. “no, i definitely am.”

“impossible.” 

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