#at the same time though i think there is something sort of deliciously messy about octavia marrying her mother's lover.....

[ravenkings]

apologies for hbo rome posting but one thing i REALLY wish they'd developed more (and that they could have developed within the timeframe they had if they'd wanted) was the octavia/mark antony marriage. that's gotta be like the only ship on the show that actually has a fairly legit irl basis that they just completely ignored lol

[merakiui]

🐙 Azul's tentacle anon

Oughhh i read ur fem riddle fic and OUGHGHGH ITS SO DELICIOUS now i have some brainrots about party animal floyd shhssh

Party Animal Floyd who starts developing his obsession the moment your romantic love for him starts fading away. You're already becoming distant from him, and once he noticed this, his entire personality starts doing a 360 spin.

Jade's so gentle and caring always holding you close to his chest whilst the old Floyd just leaves you around for anybody to take, not giving a single damn to the point you start wondering if you had dated the wrong twin, Floyd will fix that. He stops his partying antics and had the entire apartment go from a messy waste-filled ruin to a sparkling white mansion devoid of any stains. He's doing all the chores for you, he starts cooking breakfast early and he starts joining you in the morning shower, trying his hardest to replicate his brother's gentlemanly mannerisms.

Riddle's so serious about relationships and expressed to be loyal forever to her partner, unlike the old Floyd who sticks his dick into one girl to another, leaving you to rot in his room tears streaming down your cheeks and tuining your beautiful mascara. He will fix that, no matter what. He gets a job at a close friend's now successful cafe, ditches all of his side chicks and ghosts his delinquent pimp friends, where the only pussy he would stick his dick inside from now on is yours.

If you leave him, he'd just end up spiralling into a deep dark place, depraved of your sweet loving attention

OMG YES AAAAAAAA,,,,, your thoughts are so good!!!! Floyd absolutely puts in the work once he's made up his mind to be a better boyfriend. It's like he's an entirely new person. Suddenly, you're no longer transparent in his eyes. Suddenly, you're all he wants to see. Now you're his entire world. <3 sure, he may have borrowed some of Jade's rizz techniques in doing so, but he's quite the upstanding eel now (still just as crass, though. He will forever be foul-mouthed and unruly and untamed; that's just how he is hehe).

What if the café job Floyd picks up is at the same place Riddle works? :0 maybe it's a branch of Mostro Lounge or something else entirely and the only reason he's able to get in with his spotty resume is because Azul owns the place and he can pull all kinds of strings. Floyd's genuinely determined to turn things around, so Azul does him a favor (which he will pay back in due time, of course) and now Floyd's donning an apron to work in the kitchen as sous-chef. Riddle nearly walks back out the door the day she sees him standing behind the counter. T_T she's certain the world is against her. What sin must she atone for? Is this how hell punishes its sinners now, by sending stupid, annoying, ugly eels to her workplace and conveniently disguising them as coworkers? If it isn't obvious, she is Floyd's biggest hater LOL.

I like to think that Floyd, though he pesters Riddle and annoys the life out of her, would vaguely and briefly confide in her and ask what sorts of things girls like. Riddle puts two and two together and figures out rather fast that he's trying to make it up to you. Obviously she can't let that happen. She just started wedging herself between you and Floyd, making you question your feelings for him, and now he's trying to be better? He had four years to do that! She's so annoyed. >:(

Now you have an obsessed boyfriend and an obsessed friend who wants to take the place of boyfriend vying for your attention. Meanwhile, you're mourning to your bestie Jade about Floyd and his disloyal behavior like, "Why is he so sex-brained? Why doesn't he just like me for me? What's so good about parties and sex with strangers anyway?" and Jade is a persistence predator, so of course he's taking full advantage of your emotional vulnerability and weaknesses to slip in between the cracks in your heart, slowly but surely getting even closer to you. :)

[zenixromeave]

aphtober day 20: parent and child

aphmau and levin try to reconnect over breakfast

Levin pulls on a stray curl, looking at the woman. The blonde strand bounces back to him. He knows his mama– Zoey– isn't blood related to him, but at least he looks like her. He feels like he was meant to be her child, even if she never even met his mother and father.

But Aphmau–

He can't see it.

Malachi calls her mom. He remembers her.

Zoey calls her his mom. She remembers her.

There are big, big eyebags under her warm eyes, and it makes him think twice about everything he's ever been. His mama told him stories, as he grew up without her, of what she was like, how selfless and wonderful she was. Is. Everyone who ever met her seemed to fall in love, and she returned their love in favor, no matter how much it took from her.

He wanted to be strong and beautiful like her, but even though she looks nothing like him, looking at her is like looking into a mirror.

She looks so tired.

He's heard she hasn't been sleeping well recently.

He's heard of the wonderful people she's lost.

He's heard of how she's never had the peace to mourn them.

The sizzling of eggs on an oiled, cast-iron pan quiets to only the popping of the oil as the heat dies, and the quick clatter of dishes and forks as Aphmau plates the two fried eggs alongside buttered and honeyed bread.

"Does Zoey still make her toast like this?" She asks, placing a decorated plate in his place on the small wooden table, and doing the same once again for herself before sitting across from him. "With the honey? She showed me to do it like this, back when we were first getting to know each other."

Levin brings the sweet bread to his mouth and takes a bite, gauging its similarity to what his mama would make for him. It seems to melt in his mouth, delicious, he nods with his mouth full. "Yeah, not as much anymore, but when we were younger she used to make me and Malachi bread like this for breakfast, too. I think she put extra sugar on it though, because she knew I liked it."

The warmest smile twitches onto Aphmau's face– a smile so genuine and loving he feels as if he's looking at something he's not supposed to: a smile for someone else. "Sweet tooth, huh? I think Zoey's always liked sweet things, too."

"I grew out of it, sort of." He takes another bite. "This is good though. Thank you, Aphmau."

He's a smart boy; he sees the wave of sadness wash over her, quick as it is, but he doesn't think that lying and calling her mom would feel quite right to either of them.

"Do you like to cook?" She hasn't taken a bite yet, more intent on conversation than hunger.

He thinks about it for a minute, trying to give her as much as he can. "Yeah, I like to give things to other people. I'm not that good at it yet, but I've been working on it, in my free time."

"I'm sure it's yummy," Aphmau smiles with a hint of a laugh. "What else do you like to do?"

He's in the middle of a bite of egg and toast, so he has a moment to think again. He likes helping people. He likes protecting people. "I don't know, um–" He chuckles awkwardly, "You're putting me on the spot. I just like to do whatever makes other people happy."

He sees it, and he knows she sees it too. The way the darkened circles under their eyes mirror each other, even if his are much lighter.

She tilts her head with a funny expression– one he isn't sure how to read. "You used to like to paint, when you were little. You'd get so messy, painting with your stubby little fingers. I kept everything you made, I hope Zoey still has it… do you still like painting?"

Levin knits his pale eyebrows together, "Ah, I don't know. I haven't done anything like that since I was a kid. We don't have many art supplies around, anyways."

With just a little bit of toast in her mouth, "Since you were a kid," she repeats with a lighthearted, mocking tone, poking at him with her fork– still skewering the white of an egg. "You're still a kid, Levin. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you are." She sighs, pausing for a second. "I used to paint the back of my house, and the… old house, out in the woods. Somewhere where no one could see, so I knew I couldn't mess up, you know?" He nods, and se smiles again, "But I always showed you and Malachi. I knew you two wouldn't judge."

"I guess, but we still don't have any paints."

Aphmau lets out a humored laugh, "That's half the fun! That never stopped me, I got pretty good at making them myself." She leans forward, and Levin takes in the wonderous look in her eyes. "It's really nice; to have something all to yourself. It doesn't have to be painting, but if you want me to show you the ropes, I'd love to. It's… been a while for me, too."

"...That might be nice."

[crehador]

brother crab's winter 2024 parting thoughts: high card s2

WHAT THE HELL

HIGH CARD IS GOOD?!

tl;dr very flashy and aesthetic, consistently good in that regard, but the story was not always gripping to me. however, with the ultimate payoff in the last three eps, totally worth it imo

full review:

wow wow wow i'm kind of glad i fell way behind on anime and had the last three eps of s2 to binge all at once because hoooly shit i enjoyed that immensely

at no point did i think high card was bad, but it definitely had moments where it didn't fully grab me. there were times when it felt like all flash, no substance

and it's definitely not perfect, i have some serious and fairly significant gripes with it. mainly i'm really bummed that leo, wendy, and vijay never really got fully fleshed out. i mean i get it, finn's the main character and chris is the thinly veiled love interest also important so obviously they're going to take up most of the time, but i really feel like the other members of the crew had so much unexplored potential (especially wendy and vijay, because leo did sort of get his moment as a factor in the old man yaoi situation)

speaking of which THE OLD MAN YAOI!! man there were a lot of moving pieces in this show, and sometimes they came together in messy ways (or didn't really come together at all... some bits do still feel pretty disjointed and jumpy to me, tbh)

but overall the payoff of the s2 finale was absolutely worth it to me, particularly since it dealt with my favorites of those moving pieces: the old man yaoi and the sudden YANDERE ONIISAN ARC

i find myself really wishing the show had gone harder on both of those threads sooner, but like... honestly i'm not disappointed with how they played out. the whole theodore and ban thing could not have been more tropey (YEARS of loathing only for a "the one i wanted to protect all along was... you" and then dying for each other like HELLO yes an absolute tropefest BUT TROPES THAT I LOVE. GOOD FOR THOSE TOXIC DOOMED YAOI MFERS)

tilt has always been fascinating to me right from the character design and i am more or less satisfied with how things played out for him too, though i kind of wish we'd had more of this development spread throughout the series. i guess it was there, but... i dunno. in some ways feels like there could have been More (but i may be biased)

like you gotta feel bad for him, it's a sad story, but also that extreeemely creepy unhinged yandere oniisan "i have been stalking you i literally have a wall with giant blown up photos of you i hate the other guy who is calling himself your brother" sequence was SO FUCKING DELICIOUS LIKE WTF??? stunned and absolutely blown away by how hard they went on that, what a delight

(ironically it makes me think about how unhinged matakara in bucchigiri?! just doesn't work while unhinged tilt in high card works super well, but this is not about bucchigiri?! so i won't get too into that)

i am still admittedly just. kind of like. idk. i go back and forth on finn and chris, as characters and as partners. i don't dislike them but they aren't always all that compelling to me. sometimes they definitely are, but sometimes they just fall a bit flat to me. this probably isn't an issue with them as characters, though, just a matter of taste. i occasionally found the chemistry between them lacking as well, but sometimes it was really on point

same feeling about the crew dynamics in general. i looove a good like heist crew or spy agency crew, whatever it is, when the dynamics just click. and sometimes they didn't, here. i am too sleepy to articulate it properly right now but it just felt like there was something missing, some pieces not really fitting together. i didn't dislike any of the characters, but just... i guess wanted more team shenanigans? maybe there was no time for that but it would have been nice (like this is one show that could have done with a few filler and/or fluff episodes, imo!)

anyway. christ. my eye emoji-ing at tilt based solely on his character design finally paid off after two gay ass seasons lmao. good night

[moonybirthday]

cookie fiasco

for @moonyblouie. happy birthday!

❄️

Louis is a great cook. He’s been told so every time he cooks something for his friends or family, and Harry tells him the same every night when they share dinner together. However, Louis has discovered over time that pastries are definitely not his thing but…he really wants to try those gingerbread cookies he found on the internet, and thinks it’s a good idea to decorate them as quality time with his boyfriend. 

He reads the recipe one more time and ticks off in his head everything on the list. Louis says out loud every step before doing it, in order to avoid any mistake. When he’s done, the batter looks just as the pictures and Louis smiles at the result, proud of his work. 

Louis rolls the dough and cuts it in little cute Christmas decorations, going from trees and ornaments, to snowmen and snowflakes, so Harry and him will have several options to choose from.  

When the cookies are in the oven, Louis looks at the time and pats himself on the back for thinking ahead and starting early. Now it’s time to start dinner.

Harry arrives a few minutes before the timer goes off, and makes a comment about the delicious smell in the air but Louis only tells him it’s a surprise. 

Louis takes the baking tin out of the oven and frowns at the sight: the cookies lost their shape and, even though they didn’t burn, they are past the perfect point. What the hell? He quickly fumbles looking for his phone to check if he left them in the oven more time than necessary when Harry enters the kitchen. 

“What’s wrong, love?”

Louis doesn’t realise he’s pouting until his boyfriend goes to him and silently rubs his pointer finger on Louis’ lips. “I tried to bake some cookies and they turned shit.” He hugs Harry immediately, too embarrassed of his failure. 

Harry hugs him and takes the phone from him. Louis feels being swayed from side to side, one of Harry’s ways to soothe him, and listens to his boyfriend humming while reading the recipe.

“I think this recipe is incomplete, love,” Harry says while rubbing Louis’ shoulders. “You’re supposed to let the dough rest overnight or at least five hours, and it looks like they didn’t specify it here. So they were destined to be shit anyway, it’s not on you.”

“But now we won’t have anything to decorate and I have that icing ready,” Louis whines pointing at the bags of colourful icing waiting at the countertop.

“Tell you what, gorgeous.” Harry kisses him on the forehead. “We’ll have the delicious dinner you’ve prepared for us, you’ll tell me about your day, I’ll tell you about mine, and we can prepare new batter for us to bake tomorrow, huh, how does that sound?”

And that’s what they do. The couple share stories about their day, including a walk in the park on Louis’ part and a long lunch with clients on Harry’s. They almost forget about the cookie fiasco until Louis sees the utensils he left behind in the kitchen, testimony of his failed attempt.

“I wash the dishes and you start working on the mix, okay?” Harry tells him. 

They both get to work right away; they’re laughing and singing while doing their respective chores until Louis feels something wet on his neck. He looks back and sees his boyfriend’s hands full of dish soap, and that grin that makes Louis crazy. Without thinking too much, he returns Harry the favour, covering him with the first thing he can reach which happens to be flour. The couple start a messy war that ends up with both of them on the floor, bending their bodies at the force of their laughter, and teasing each other for the state of their faces and hair.

Harry and Louis take a shower before going to bed. Cleaning the kitchen can wait until tomorrow.

And if they get other sorts of dirty during the shower, that’s nobody’s business but their own.

❄️

from your secret santa - 🎅🏻🎄

[loafbreadcake]

about father

starting of with a strong heavy topic tw/ abuse, death, suicidal thoughts

It's hard to describe him. My father had a really rough childhood and life in general. Still has. His father and brother tragically died when he was still a toddler. He grew up with his mother, my grandmother. In my opinion she is and was in deep depression her whole life there forth my dad probably didn't grow up in the best environment. He also didn't have a male role model, so he never knew what a healthy father, brother or husband should look like. Plus he also most likely grew up hearing stuff like if you're a man and you cry or talk about your feelings youre weak. Plus he experienced all sorts of other hard bullshit.

Now that he's a grown man he seems to me like he's extremely insecure, childish, has extreme anger issues, hates everyone around him including himself.

Yet at the same time he's like a small child who needs a warm hug from a father, encouraging words from an older brother. Just hear someone nearby tell him that everything will be okay

Like I said he has extreme anger issues. Me and my younger brother used to to be scared of him. Now my brother and my father talk all the time and me and my father fight all the time.

He emotionally abuses my mother. Even hit her a few times. He doesnt do that anymore but still, it happened in the past. She can literally be sitting on a coach watching tv, cleaning the house or just be breathing air and my father would always somehow absolutely go berserk on her. I heard them argue more than them having natural conversations. That's not an over exaggeration. I have no idea how my mom is dealing with all of this. I can't help her. At all.

He had a previous unsuccessful marriage as well but I don't know any details about it.

When you talk to him it's like you're walking on eggshells. He never hit me or my brother though and he never would. Father constantly says how much he loves us. And I believe that to be true

He wants to spend time with us all the time, talk to us, he constantly says that if we're unsure about anything or if something is bothering us we can always come talk to him. He also spoiled us when we were little and still does to be honest

I'm not sure if I want his love though And I'm not sure why He desperately wants a connection with me and I desperately want nothing to do with him And that's such a bad thing to say. I feel so guilty. Sometimes he gets drunk and comes to my room, complains about it being messy, about how I'm constantly on my computer, about my school performance, then he cries and tells how much he loves and misses me, how much he wants to spend time with me and talk to me, how sorry he is for yelling, how hard life is for him, how hard it is to do everything financially on his own, how he cant take it anymore

I remember he used to say to me how he'll go away one day and never come back when I was little when we had a bigger argument. He still says that sometimes now but in a more specific way. He says that when grandmother dies and if me and my brother leave him after that too he's not going to continue living anymore. He will "go away and never come back"

He never had a father to talk to So now that he is one he desperately wants to have a good connection with his children

I'm kind of trying I think I try not to argue back, to talk to him more about personal life at school, but it's hard On top of all this I'm struggling to talk to people about my stuff in general

I feel so bad Despite the shit he does to my mom, the yelling and other bullshit he does he still desperately wants to be a good father, in a perfect happy family, that has fun together on vocations, chats over dinner and tells each other how much they love each other

And it's not like I have a bad life Quite the opposite I have a phone, a laptop, delicious food made by both my parents, I go to school, I have a roof over my head, I get allowance if I need any, I have a cute dog, a bike and tons of other stuff I'm grateful for all of this So, theoretically, talking or spending time with my lonely father should be a no brainer, a normal thing to do "in return"

I'm a selfish, insensitive kid and I don't know what to do I hate that things arent black and white I hate that my father loves me

My father, this angry, tired man needs help This whole family needs it And I don't believe they will ever get it

Like I said, I'll try to be less argumentative, Ill try to be friendlier, try to spend more time with my family

Before anything awful happens Kind of a goofy thing to end this with but my father kind of reminds me of Steve Zissou from "The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou" personality wise.

If Steve's personality quirks were cranked up to the max and if he wanted to be a dad he would probably be just like my father

This actually is one of my favorites movies The main character in my favorite movie reminds me of my father and I don't know how to feel about that

[pad-wubbo]

Very sweet post.

It makes me think, "how has it been between Splatoon and me?"

* I've been following Splatoon's world since day one. Splat1 came out and I followed it religiously since the Global Testfire. I thought it looked really cute, and its central ink mechanic felt similar to the gels in Portal 2 (I was 12 and had just recently marathonned the entire Portal series). I had a major crush on the Squid Sisters, too.

* I never had a Wii U. I never played Splat1. I only watched it. Still, though, I felt there was something special about it. The way the Inklings had their own bands, fashion, language, history, everything. It was a world. It wasn't just a video game level floating in the middle of nowhere. It was alive.

* My Splatfest picks (EU) for 1:

* Rock > Pop

* Eating > Sleeping

* North Pole < South Pole

* Singing > Dancing

* Messy > Tidy

* Cats > Dogs

* Zombies < Ghosts

* Pineapple on Pizza is Delicious > Disgusting

* Get Fit < Get Rich

* Play Like a Barbarian < Ninja

* Pokémon Red < Pokémon Blue

* Hoverboard < Jet Pack

* SpongeBob < Patrick

* Black Tie Event < Fancy Dress Party

* World Tour < Space Adventure

* Callie > Marie

* I played as the Inkling Mii costumes in Smash Bros. 4 a lot. They looked weird without the black line between their eyes.

* Of course, I was making the "white ink haha" jokes.

* I kinda forgot about Splatoon after FinalFest 1.

* I didn't have a Switch until 2021. As a result, I didn't care that much about Splat2 when it came out.

* I still vaguely kept up with it though.

* I at least knew that Callie defected to the Octarians, the Calamari Inkantation was now Spicy, there was an Agent 4, and Off the Hook were the new idols.

* Octo Expansion comes out. My interest is piqued by how much its plot copies Portal (you're a test subject in an underground lab for a shady company, the AI promises a reward but wants you dead, you escape and destroy it).

* I once again become interested in Splatoon lore.

* I never kept up with the Splatfests for Splat2, though, unlike with Splat1.

* So, have my retroactive input:

* Cake > Ice Cream

* Mayo < Ketchup

* Flight < Invisibility

* Toilet Paper on the Front Roll < Back Roll

* Warm Breakfast > Cold Breakfast

* Film < Book

* Action < Comedy

* Gherk-OUT > Gherk-IN (on burgers)

* Chicken < Egg came first (objectively correct)

* Sweet > Salty

* I know nothing about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

* Pulp < No Pulp (in orange juice)

* Squid < Octopus

* Adventure < Relax

* Retro > Modern

* Trick < Treat

* Eat It First > Save It For Last

* Hero < Villain

* Family > Friends

* Pancakes > Waffles

* Knight > Wizard

* Hare > Tortoise

* Time Travel > Teleportation

* Kid > Grown-Up

* Chaos > Order

* Super Mushroom > Super Star

* Come 2022, Splat3 comes out, and I play it. My God, it's fun. Seven years of being a Sploon fan up to that point and this is the first time I'd actually played it.

* This is what the Animal Crossing team abandoned New Horizons for, and it was worth it.

* Anyway, here's my Splatfest choices for 3:

* Rock / Paper / Scissors

* Gear / Grub / Fun

* Grass / Fire / Water (in Pokémon)

* Spicy / Sweet / Sour

* Dark Chocolate / Milk Chocolate / White Chocolate

* Nessie / Aliens / Bigfoot (which is real?)

* Power / Wisdom / Courage

* Vanilla / Strawberry / Mint Chip

* Money / Fame / Love

* Shiver / Frye / Big Man

* Zombie / Skeleton / Ghost

* Handshake / Fist Bump / Hug

* Friends / Family / Solo

* Friday / Saturday / Sunday

* Drums / Guitar / Keyboard

* Baby Chicks / Li'l Bunnies / Bear Cubs

* Same Ol' / Bucket List / Save the Day

* Palace / Theme Park / Beach

* Bread / Rice / Pasta

* Past / Present / Future

* Now, I had only been playing the game on and off until this year.

* Side Order really, really, got me hooked on it. Permanently.

* Since then, I have been absolutely dedicated to Splatoon. I'm on a crusade of sorts to 100% all the single-player games now. I've finished OE and will finish the rest shortly before and after Grand Festival.

* I've become obsessed with marine biology. I've become an Inkling in real life thanks to a certain hat.

* I've started playing many fangames and reading many fanfics, designing my own characters, and whatnot.

* Coming to think of it, I realise now why I love it so much.

* It's a world, a community, a culture.

* Splatoon is all about self-expression in an ever-evolving world of no status quo.

* If all the official games and their staff simply vanished, there would still be endless games, music, art, stories, characters, and expression in their world. It would live on, as an organically-mutated culture.

* It encourages this. Splatoon, with its central theme of expressing yourself, actively encourages the creation of your own stories within its world, and that makes it feel alive.

* It's the anti-Nintendo Nintendo game. Hisashi Nogami was recommended to make a "Mario Paintball". Nothing was stopping him. He had access to the Mario brand and guaranteed success, and chose instead to express himself, to make this wonderful world of squid-people who live and love. The player-generated posts, and the final Splatfest influencing the next game, add to this level of personality and sincerity.

* It's not sanitised and corporate in tone. Its understanding of fashion, music, and sports is genuine. It features dark themes and relatable characters that open the door deliberately for angsty fanfic. It features sexual innuendo, suggestive character designs, and sometimes swearing, deliberately leading into naughty fanfic.

* Because it's designed for self-expression, to refer to it as merely an "IP" erases this wonderful aspect of it.

* This is what makes me so ambivalent. I love Splatoon more than anything in the world, possibly, yet I despise Nintendo.

* Nintendo is a megacorporation that systematically lobbies to kill privacy, freedom of speech and consumer rights for its own profit. It sends agents to stalk and ruin the lives of those who reverse-engineer its consoles. It consistently shuts down harmless fan projects (betraying Splatoon's whole point of encouraging expression in its world). Its most major stakeholder is Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia Mohammed bin Salman, a murderer. I have nothing but respect for the developers working under it, but no respect for it as a corporate entity.

* Loving Splatoon has made me happier as a person. There are some things that make me sad about it, though.

* Since it's a world unto itself, not just a game, I very much did participate in its world from 2015 to 2022, yet having not actually played it until Splat3's release makes me feel like an imposter, not worthy of being so invested in it.

* Since it's "owned" by Nintendo, a company I now refuse to support beyond its online subscription, being a Splatoon fan makes me feel like a corporate bootlicker (although I know that's irrational, like how I can love Star Trek and not give two shits about the Paramount Picture Corporation).

* Its living, breathing world and themes of moving on, especially as emphasised by "Three Wishes", reminds me that time is rapidly slipping away from me, whether I'm ready or not.

* That fills me with existential dread. The series still feels new to me, as it came out 9 years ago and thanks to my strange brain experiencing a traumatic event and changing 9 years ago, every one of my memories constantly plays back to me. There is no past or present to me. Only constant, melting existence. That's why 9 years ago feels like nothing. I still feel 12. There was a longer time between 2013 and 2015 than between 2015 and now, to me.

* Three Wishes reminds me that 9 years have indeed passed, and that is surreal to me.

* One last thing, I never vote based on the idol. You love the Squid Sisters the most, and I do too, but I'm with team Future.

* Think about it. These games are about moving on and living. Team Past doesn't make sense.

* Team Present is boring.

* Future is the logical way to go, then.

* Just like how Chaos was the logical choice last time, in a game about making a mess and being unapologetically you.

* Callie vs Marie was the only FinalFest without an obvious logical choice.

* So that's a history of Splatoon and me. I want to be a squid in real life.

* Where do I get a Callie plush in the UK, other than on Amazon? I don't trust Amazon.

Getting sappy about the Squid Sisters....

The Squid Sisters being the ones to start and end Three Wishes genuinely broke me down and made me feel the most amount of emotion out of anything in this whole franchise.

They embody the past, present and the future of this series and it's world. They have made an impact in the past as they were the ones who started it all, they sing and dance in the present, and will plant the seeds for the future. Them getting the opening and final lines of this grand song is just... it's so smart.

These girls are so important to me on so many levels it's not even funny. I genuinely don't know what my mental health would be like without having these comfort characters by my side. I love them so much and they helped me get through the worst mental period in my life back in mid 2023. If they didn't help me see the light and comforted me, i don't know where i would be.... They also helped me get comfortable with my autism as well and made it less of a curse and more of a difference in how i see this chaotic world.

I remember getting my Callie plushie in October 2023 and once i held her... i teared up. This is not a joke. I'm not playing around. A 19 year old me actually cried holding a cute little Callie plush. She helps me sleep at night and helps silence the stupid thoughts in my brain that is just trying to rest.

I've been in love with this series since 2017 and it's done so much for me since then. I am gonna continue to love and adore this series until my heart finally stops beating. I've made so many memories i hold near and dear to my heart and some of the best gaming experiences I've ever had.

And getting the chance to share it with you all is just... I'm so happy. I don't feel lonely anymore in my thoughts and this series helped me make wonderful connections and it will continue to do so...

I love the Squid Sisters... I love them with every piece of my heart.

Sorry for getting all sappy LOL! (It will happen again in September.)

[iluvjakey]

HONEY BUNNY

warnings: mentions of masturbation (soobin receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, pet names, cum play, sort of thigh riding.

pairing: sub!non-idol!soobin x dom!fem!reader

ever since you met soobin you knew something would happen between you two. it was easy to read him, like he didn't try to hide his true self even though his shyness didn't make it faster for the first months of getting to know each other. without thinking too much, that ended up being what you liked the most about him. his charms were a natural thing of him; a pretty timid smile showing everytime something makes him laugh or get nervous, popping those cute dimples adorning the puffy cheeks on his face, soobin didn't put any effort on making you fall in love with him as simple as it sounds, he was just himself. not much and not less. you, in the other hand, were an extroverted proactive soul, a protective one always on time to be with your beloved boy, soobin. he feels way too much safe around you, like he didn't have to change anything to be appreciated or included in your plans.

you liked being the one who took the control everytime, either in the outside world or the bed, you enjoyed pushing him until he catches the climax and his whimpers steam out the room along with the lovely rock of his hips against you. all because of you. that day, after a long afternoon hanging out with his friends, beomgyu and kai, at the bowling, you both went to your apartment together. it was kinda late but a night shower is the only thing you both wanted to finish your day and go to bed. soobin opened the water faucet and prepared the temperature of it with his hand.

“it's done, y/n” he said a little bit loud since you were in the other room.

you hummed and started to take off your clothes, throwing them away to the floor and turned around to saw him struggling with his hoodie so you helped him, not before laughing at the faces he was making looking for some help. you pulled the clothing up to his head and he got his hair messy.

“this looks cute!” you said and he gave you a shy smile back so you just giggled again, wanting to pinch his cheeks all night.

“okay, okay, let's shower then” soobin get rid of his shirt, pants and underwear to threw them with your clothes and dove into the shower first. “come in, y/n~” he gave you his hand and you grabbed it to walk into the shower carefully with him.

soobin pulled his hair back feeling the water through the bristles of his hair, spitting out the water that fell on his mouth and turned around to wet his whole body, he didn't realize what you were doing until you did the same, approaching to him and he opened wide his eyes when you raised your arms to comb your hair back, giving him a whole show of your breasts hanging deliciously. you always found soobin looking too much at them, even when he was supposed to be busy working on his computer. he would get red immediately if your eyes got him in the moment, sometimes he would apologize deeply embarrassed but other times you would let him touch them casually in the mid of the day.

you grabbed the shampoo and squeeze the bottle to put some in your palm. “lean down a little, bin” you told him and he did it as well, you started to wash his head delicately, massaging and making bubbles in the mountain of shampoo on his head, you giggled and he caressed your waist.

“can i scrub you?” he asked and you lend him the soap and sponge this time. he make the bubbles on it and started to scrub your shoulders and arms. diligently working on it and taking care of not get you hurt. he went back to your shoulder blades and waist, working on get you clean completely.

“you're doing a good job” you said, and soobin saw you all smiling, turning you to him and continue his duty. he started to scrub your chest and breasts, going softer than before and touching timidly. “it's fine, you can touch me well” you grabbed his hands and cup them on the soft skin of your tits.

soobin opened his mouth a little, fascinated in the way they feel and look covered in bubbles, he played with them squeezing them against each other and playing with the beautiful pointed nipples. you looked down, he was already hard and trying to close his thighs to put pressure on his balls. you saw him in the eyes, he was mesmerized on the view and the pleasure down there so he didn't even notice your intentions before you cornered him in the wall, he groaned at the sudden cold in his back and leaned a little to see you. he babbled something when you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, going slow but passionate as you always tried to turn things around. the water falling on your back and taking the soap bubbles away with it. you closed the faucet while kissing him desperately and he just moaned at your soft tongue trying to get into his mouth.

soobin opened and continue to kiss you but his tongue started to caress yours, smooth and needy, slurping the soft flesh and caressing the bare skin of your lower back. telling you without words how horny this boy had become for you. his breaths catched some of your attention so you took a step back and he saw you, his chest swayed up and down, coming to his senses when the arousal was pretty visible in those dark eyes.

“you've been such a good boy, soobin” you said, approaching to his face giving him a little peak on his lips. he smiled and closed his eyes, accepting completely your gift.

“am i, y/n?” he asked tenderly, his hoarse voice made you squeeze your legs, feeling a lot more wet.

“yes, bin, you have. wanna get a reward?” he nodded, not sure what you'd come today to satisfy him and not really interested in asking. it's better when you surprise him.

you kissed him again softly, caressing his cheek with your right hand trailing your kisses down his neck, licking and biting gently. soobin pulled out a gasp feeling your hand on his chest, drawing circles on his nipples, already reddened for the friction of your fingers and his soft skin. he was always very sensitive in that part and you knew it very well.

“ah— please, y/n...” he gasped, with his head back, eyes closed and his lower lip taken by his teeth. you smirked, it only allowed you to keep going.

“do you like this, honey bunny?” soobin hummed whimpering, he loved when you call him that.

“yes, ah— yes, i like it” he moaned, blinking repeatedly to get used to the light in the bathroom again and open his eyes.

you continued to ruin him up in his own way. playing with those pinky buttons, rubbing them and pinching them even in a rough way, it only drove soobin in a whimpering state; breaking his breaths and making the precum in his tip to drip on the floor. before reaching his climax you stopped your movements, leading your right hand to his length, obviously hard like a rock, angry and veiny. you grabbed it tight in your hand but careful. soobin saw you with lustful eyes, lost in overstimulation.

“good boys deserves better rewards, right?” you said, positioning one leg bent for him under his testicles allowing you to rub your clit in his thigh, that not only made soobin squirm but also moan harder while your hand started to go from the base and the glans of his cock, gripping it hard as it went up and down.

“holy— ah! please, don't stop” he begged, whimpering as his cock was being suffocated over a over.

he started to buck his hips to your hand, moving along with your taken pace, a not very slow but tight pace. looking straight to his gestures, soobin's lips were completely red, he couldn't help but clench his jaw bitting his lower lip with his teeth, holding a sooner orgasm. his face was totally relatable with the way his body felt, almost like an obscene movie you wanted to treasure that moment forever. with your thumb you started to rub the tip of his cock, continuing the tighten and slight moves gaining a pack of gasps from that boy. his knees almost felt, some spasms ran through his back as he continually groaned in pleasure.

not forgetting about you, your pussy started to rub against the bare skin of his thigh and became sticky there, helping yourself with the way soobin was yielding to your commands. it'd turn you on very easily.

“cum for me, soobin” you stood on your toes to say softly in his ear, feeling his back arch the more you kept your pace watching him reach his limits. “do it, honey bunny, cum” you kissed his neck, sucking and leaving a little hickey in there.

“y/n, i— please!” he whimpered, tilting his head to yours and lift your face to connect both mouths, drowning his moans in your lips.

soobin swallowed and cry out loud, gasping and bucking his hips uncontrollably to your gripping hand over his angry length, his left hand grabbed your arm and the other rubbed his tip with the thumb, index and middle finger along with your help. his stomach and your hand were covered in his cum: white, warm and slimy. you saw him easing up the spasms with a soft rocking in your hand, still grabbing his cock sotfly. your touch didn't stop, in fact you didn't want to leave that moment. he looked beautiful this way. all ruined because of you.

soobin's breath started to stabilize slowly after the last cum shoot, soaking his lips since he didn't stop moaning the whole time, it didn't let him. you finally free up his cock, taking the cum of his tip in your fingers to lick the salty substance, tasting his juices by sucking completely your fingers. he saw you doing it, it was the way you are that always drove him crazy and ended up with him drunk in pleasure; thinking about everything you did to him for days, playing it every minute in his head and wanting more.

“my soobin tastes really good” you said, making a 'pop' sound with your mouth as you suck on your fingers and swallow his semen.

“y/n... it was, oh my— i loved it” he smiled at you, melting you inside looking gorgeous as always after coming back from his fucked out state.

“let me finish cleaning you, my sweet boy” and you pulled the water faucet again, taking away all the dirty on his pretty body.

this time the shower thing would finish, maybe with him giving you some kisses in the shower and finally allowing you both to share dreams in the bed spooning happily.

[georgiadixon]

Harder, Buck

pairing: stucky x reader or something like that

genre/warnings: nsfw, angst, fwb, cursing, mutual pining, fluffy ending, lots of bucky love <3

a/n: i've been messing around with this one for about a year and i think it's about time it sees the light of day. enjoy!

Steve can hear your moans through the wall.

They’re deafening, never-ending, piercing right through his heart and straight to his cock. The ache in his chest will surely never vanish, no matter how often he tries to stop or how excruciatingly tight he grips himself just to relieve a fraction of the heat coursing through him.

Nights like these make him feel like the walls are taunting him, begging his resolve to crush. But no matter how tight he keeps his eyes closed, the truth is impossible to deny.

He is ridiculously, overwhelmingly, unbearably in love.

He wonders if the serum is a curse, if he was damned to a life of untouchable grief. There’s no reason he should be here, no reason he should be so close but ridiculously far from the man he has given his life to time and time again.

Steve wants to punch the wall with the aggression and pain he feels from never saying anything. And then he wants to kick down the door from how he doesn’t even know what or who he would have bothered to admit feelings for. He looks at you and wishes he would have just told the damn truth and he looks at Bucky and wonders if he’s ever thinking about him, too.

Too late. You were too late. Now they’re each other’s and they’ll never be yours.

He can’t help but listen to the intruding thoughts of regret, and he can’t help but feel like the feelings inside of him that randomly creep up just don’t belong to him.

Because as adamant as you are about your relationship being strictly physical, he sees the way Bucky looks at you.

It’s the way he looks at you, too.

He thinks he loves you and he knows it’s wrong because he knows he loves Bucky and he’d be damned before he messes up the first thing to make him genuinely happy in a long, long time.

It’s easy to bury during the day, when the sunlight hits his eyes as you’re laughing at something dumb he said and he can pretend that you’re just friends. That the sound of your laugh doesn’t light up his heart in every way, that you aren’t the most beautiful fucking thing he’s ever seen.

A swirl of emotions are running through him at an unforgivable pace and he swears he would do anything to feel something other than this.

Cheap. 

He finishes in his hand with a grunt and an unmistakable pain in his chest.

Because Steve knows you’re in love and he knows this is wrong.

He’s fucked.

-

Bucky can hear Steve’s grunts through the wall.

He’s unforgivingly pounding into you, nearing breaking the headboard from how hard he’s clutching it and rocking it in time with his thrusts.

Moments like these make him wonder if the serum is a curse.

Because when he closes his eyes, if he lets himself drift, he’s back in ‘44. He’s stuck in a lopsided tent on its last legs in the backwoods of Brooklyn because “Bucky, we have to make the most out of what we have.” And even though it wasn’t much, it was enough to feel his boy in the early hours of the morning and hold him close until sunlight, knowing there might not be a tomorrow. Knowing that every single second needs to last forever because Steve was already slipping through his fingers with every passing one.

He could look his love right in the eyes, sweet and soft and suddenly bigger than him but he was still Steve and he would always need to feel his boy under him. Hot skin and sweat and groans and “Harder, Buck.”

The scratches on his back are burning but the burn is delicious and he needs to be closer.

He needs to be closer, closer to the glowing skin under him that he’s felt time and time again and he’s pulled down by the neck but it’s not him.

It’s not him. Not anymore.

He’s snapped back to reality, seeming impossibly far away but manages to focus on you again. 

“What did you say?” He’s breathless, dazed, confused. His mind is clouded from not so distant memories on the other side of the wall and the feel of you squeezing the life out of him.

“I said,” You’re breathless as well, but totally consumed with how much Bucky there really is around you, inside of you right now. You wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him, spit dripping from where your lips collide and you feel like you could swallow him whole.

“Harder, Buck.”

He gives it to you. He gives you what you need, what you want and you’re ok with being selfish because he’s not all here, and this isn’t supposed to mean anything. Not really.

It’s dirty. It’s messy. And you know it’s wrong when the distance in his eyes never leaves and you can’t help but wonder just what is going on in his mind but damn, the Bucky that is here feels good.

-

You can hear them talking about you in the next room.

It makes you nervous, being able to tell that there were underlying (or resurfacing) feelings between the soldiers from the moment you met them.

It didn’t really have anything to do with you, as you were verbally adamant to Bucky on no strings attached. Baseless, simple, easy pleasure. And damn, did James Barnes know how to deliver.

But you can’t help but think a little too hard about the way they both stare at you when they think you don’t notice, or the way they stare at each other when they think it’s not obvious.

The truth is, you can keep lying to yourself, but there’s no mistake to the feelings you get deep in your chest when Bucky’s holding you, or the feelings you get when Steve’s looking at you like your laugh is lighting up his whole world.

Feelings that don’t belong to you.

“How’s everything with Y/N going?”

You can hear Steve question Bucky about you. It’s confusing, overwhelming. This entire situation is.

You had already assumed Steve knows just about everything involving your relationship with Bucky. They’re best friends. More. But it’s easy to overanalyze and wish to know just how much he was saying when you aren’t listening. How much a “friends with benefits” situation could really warrant discussion.

“It’s alright.” You know that tone. He’s brooding. Upset about something. Or everything, it feels like sometimes. Like something is always missing.

Like the world wouldn't be enough.

“Just alright?” Steve’s ‘captain’ voice is in full effect. He’s trying to get him to talk. It doesn’t seem like it will be successful, but if anyone could pump some life into Bucky it would be Steve. Your chest aches with that thought.

You could never be enough.

You hear Bucky sigh and shuffle around. “It’s good. It’s really good.”

“But?” Steve’s smirk can be heard clearly through his words.

“How’d you know there was a but?” Bucky jokes, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. You know him well enough to be able to.

“I know you better than anyone.”

You almost want it to hurt, to be jealous because if you’re being honest there’s not much in the world you want more than to have all of Bucky Barnes, to be the one who knows him, the one who he lets in. But you can’t, because as annoying as it is, Steve Rogers is always right.

-

Bucky’s head is spinning.

Steve knows him too well to avoid his question, but his nerves are taking over and he doesn’t know how he’s going to do this, how he’s going to tell Steve everything he’s wanted to since he’s been back and everything that was never gone in the first place.

He takes a deep breath, and he thinks about you. He thinks about how he feels when he’s with you, and he thinks about how even though he knows he loves you there’s something missing.

And then he rips the 80 year old band-aid off.

“I miss you.”

It’s quiet, soft, almost imperceptible, like he’s scared of what he’s saying.

Maybe because he is.

Steve’s response sounds exactly the same.

“I’m right here, Buck.”

He scoffs at that, shaking his head and if Steve wasn’t so damn detail-oriented he wouldn’t have seen his lip quiver in quiet anticipation.

Steve knows Bucky won’t speak next, so he gulps and tries to find the words, at least the next words from the countless speeches he’s practiced in his head for this moment.

“I love her.”

Bucky looks up and locks eyes with him, and for a second Steve thinks he’s in trouble.

But Bucky smiles. He looks out towards the city through the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and sort of nods to himself at how stupid they’re all being for tip-toeing around each other.

“I know.”

Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed as he leans back a bit, waiting for something else. It doesn’t come, so he relaxes and leans further towards the man sitting across from him and stares deep into his eyes, praying he really hears his next words.

“I love you.”

Bucky smiles again.

“I know.”

He isn’t sure if he’s waiting for the right moment or just likes seeing Steve speechless, but he’s sitting on something big and it’s been far too long of almost everything he’s ever wanted.

He’s loved Steve since he was a stupid teenager. He’s been in love with Steve since the first time he punched a guy for him and swore to himself he’d never let him go.

He woke up from years of torture, not just physical but mental and emotional having to be apart for so long and never being able to forget him.

You were an accident. He didn’t mean to fall. He went along with your whole “friends with benefits” idea because he just needed to be close to you. You were entrancing, lovely, intoxicating. He needed you. He needs you. It’s been racking his brain for so long of the growing feelings he has for you and the pure need he has for Steve but he’s learning to let go and say fuck it.

I want you both. I need you both.

“Do you think we could be happy? All of us?”

Steve smiles that smile Bucky knows and loves all too much like the answer is obvious, like it always has been. He loses himself in the thought for only a moment, but long enough to miss Bucky’s face fall with worry.

“What are you scared of?”

Steve speaks as if he can read his mind, because honestly, he probably can, and Bucky looks up at the question and decides they’ve both been through too much for anymore lying or beating around the bush. It’s now, or it’s never. Life is too uncertain to waste anymore time.

“Losing you. Again.”

Steve tilts his head at this, because he’s always felt like he’s the one who lost Bucky. Watching him fall from the train took something from him and putting him back under took even more but maybe that’s not what he meant.

Maybe it never was.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky laughs sadly at Steve’s words and wishes that was a promise that could be kept, that was more simple. None of this is simple. Nothing has been since the 40s.

“I’m not the same person I was in the 40s, Steve.”

“Neither am I.”

He knows this. He knows everything is different, but when he looks at Steve and he’s looking back at him the same way it’s like they never left Brooklyn.

And he finally gets to ask the question that’s been lingering in his head since Wakanda. 

“You think you could love me again?”

Without hesitation, Steve knows his answer. He’s known it since he left him to heal.

“Never stopped.”

-

You try to hurry away when you hear them coming, but they’re both way too clever to not have noticed you.

You stop and let them catch up to you, the butterflies leaving your stomach and making their way up into your throat.

Despite your nerves, you turn and lock eyes with Bucky. Even when the world’s spinning, you can never help but look at him like he hung the stars for you.

Bucky’s looking back at you the way he always does, like he has a million things running through his mind but he loves you too much to burden you with any of them. You just wish he knew he could never be a burden. That you loved him, all of him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I know, Buck. I love you too.”

He smiles at your return to his confession, some of his nerves leaving knowing that you feel the same. But then he remembers the man next to him and they all come rushing back. He doesn’t want to lose you, not when he just got you. But he can’t deny his boy. Not anymore.

He glances over at Steve nervously and grabs his hand, preparing himself for what he’s about to say next.

“I love Steve, too.”

You smile at him, appreciating that he’s finally letting himself feel the things you’ve always known he has.

“I know, Buck. I love him too.”

Steve looks up at you at this, questioning what you really meant. You look back at him, smile, and give him the eyes you’ve wanted to ever since you met him. He’s hesitant at first, but as if a switch hits his brain, his face lights up at the recognition of your feelings for him. And with one look from your golden boy, all of your nerves wash away and you know this is right.

Bucky, who still hasn’t seemed to catch on, is struggling to find his words. He’s stressed, and you and Steve watch him run a hand through his hair in frustration. The same smile appears on both your faces watching your boy fumble over himself trying to explain the situation, trying to make everything right not even noticing it already is.

You step forward to push his hair back so you can see his face, and you take a moment to admire just how beautiful he really is. You kick yourself for wasting so much time not telling him that, but you make a silent promise to yourself that you won’t go another day without it. Without telling both of them how amazing they are, and how they both make you feel more loved than any person could ever deserve.

With your hand still on Bucky’s cheek, you lean in close and press the lightest kiss of your life onto his lips, making him smile shyly into it. And then you lean back, grabbing Steve’s face with your other hand and giving him the hardest, most passionate kiss of your life in the same breath.

Bucky wonders why he was ever nervous at all.

You look at the pure, unadulterated happiness on his face and you know you’ve never seen him like this. For half a moment you want to be jealous, you want to be upset that you couldn’t do this for him on your own. But it all disappears when you see them looking at each other and not being sorry for it anymore. It makes you realize that maybe it’s ok you couldn’t be enough on your own. Maybe it was always supposed to take Steve and you, together, to make him whole again.

Bucky kisses Steve, hard, right as he winks your way and grabs Steve’s hand to lead him back to your room which you can catch glimpses of all three of you living in, in peace.

He runs a hand through his hair and just looks so goddamn happy that you swear your heart isn’t capable of loving him anymore.

And then Steve looks back at you and he smiles his golden boy smile and you swear your heart could collapse at how much you know you love him.

Yeah. You’re fucked.

[goldentsum]

━ submissives and overstimulation

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, and kirishima eijirou

GENRE: smut

TAGS: overstimulation (male receiving), slight bdsm, oral, penetration, pegging, submissive males 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my first bnha fic please-! i missed bnha so i rewatched a couple of eps of s4 and i got an idea-- a sinful one anyway-

━ bakugou ♡

surprisingly submissive. you both know he can throw you off him if he wants to but bakugou lives for the dominance that oozes out of you. 

a kinky piece of shit 

in the moment, he has absolutely no filter and is a fucking brat about it, hips jerking and moans loud as fuck that after you two finish, his voice is all scratchy and raw. 

but when you two are finished, he will get all embarrassed and angry if you comment about it like he wasn’t the one humping you like a dog. 

overstimulating katsuki is always so fun! 

bakugou growls whenever you two do something sexual but after a bit, it slowly turns into broken whimpers and you take pride on that.

his voice is just so fucking heavenly, his dick heavy in your mouth, and he taste absolutely delicious. 

one of the reasons you love giving him head is his cum. his cum just taste so amazing. there’s a hint of sweetness to it that gets you hooked and keeps you wanting more. 

so when it’s the 3rd time he came in your mouth, his voice is all raspy and raw and his body jerking nonstop but did you stop? nope. 

he’s too fun to tease to stop~ 

“f-fuck, (y/n)! don’t... s-stop--!” bakugou gasping through his 3rd orgasm for the night, body all sweaty and sensitive, as he felt you swirling your tongue around his dick’s sensitive head. 

you let of his cock for a moment, a lewd pop echoing in the room along with bakugou’s heavy pants. you smirked up at him, your hand encasing around his spent cock and rubbed him softly. it gained you a broken groan and a full on shudder, hips not knowing whether to lean away from your touch or thrust into your hand. 

“do you really want to stop, katsuki?” you asked, taking the reddening head of his dick into your mouth and licking around it gently but even that was too much for bakugou

“j-just-- let me breathe a second... geez, woman--” he groaned out and sighed in relief when he felt you stop though you didn’t remove him from your mouth. bakugou closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm his rapid heart. but then he felt a harsh suck making his eyes snap open in surprise and sensitivity and looked down at you with wide blown red eyes. 

“s-shit” his eyes rolled back to his head when you started taking more of him, your pace getting faster with each moment.

guess he just has to cum again, not that he’s really complaining. 

━ todoroki ♡

todoroki is a brat. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. but seriously though, he really is. he likes getting on your nerves and testing you and your patience as he tries out different things to get you to punish him. oomf--

he likes seeing you angry and getting punishments. his favorite is over-stimulation and orgasm denial, either is fine but over-stimulation has a special place in his heart~ 

he is a masochist. periodt. 

you don’t really like hurting him or call him degrading names cus you just wanna love him and kiss every inch of his body but shouto has different plans from you. 

and as time pass, you kinda got used to it but never really full on be dominant and sadistic on him.

so when you snapped one day, it lowkey scared him but damn, the punishment was amazing. 100000/10 todoroki will repeat again.

ngl though, shouto loves your aftercare more than any kinky shit you two tried. even if his masochistic side just wants you to leave him aching and covered with cum and sweat as he feels so worthless like a used sex doll, your aftercare was everything. 

it grew on you too, seeing him all bruised up and messy with cum and all sort of fluids raised a sick obsession in you. 

just imagining the big powerful pro-hero tied up in your bed and letting you do anything to him was making you horny. 

bratty masochist! todoroki is one hell of a ride. literally. 

ragged breaths escaped you as you stared down at the male beneath you. todoroki moaning at the pleasure, his hips trying to match yours but it was a little difficult with all the restrains you have on him. the burning ache on his wrists and arms being tied to the bedpost for who knows how long as the build up for his 4th orgasm made him dizzy. 

you bounced on his lap, feeling his large cock twitching inside you as it threatened to fill you up once again with his thick cum. over the haze of pleasure, you continued to watch your boyfriend get lost in the pleasure with his mouth open as a thin line of spit trailed down to his chin. 

growling when you felt him cum again as you ride him through his 4th orgasm, letting your hands fall down to his bruised chest and scratched him, leaving angry red lines on his marked up torso. 

todoroki groaned at the pain, hips frantically thrusting up to you and letting the overwhelming pleasure flood his entire body. broken moans and curses escaped the man when your thrust didn’t faltered even after his orgasm. 

“if you think we’re finish here then you’re absolutely wrong, you fucking whore. we’re only gonna stop if you make me cum, got that. you’re nothing more than a useless fuck toy.” you spat out, gripping his chin to make him look at you. todoroki’s half-lidded and fucked out eyes stared at you, letting out moans in between words. 

“yes-... u-use me more, m-mistress--” 

━ midoriya ♡

this boy is one whiny mofo-- goodluck 

midoriya may seem innocent but do not be fooled, he’s a sinful one. he may act all cute and stuff like that but when you two are alone, he will jump your bones like it’s no one’s business. 

he completely trusts you so you two try all sorts of kinks even if the other is unsure. it’s not gonna hurt to try. 

one kink he never knew he’ll have is pegging and you’re damn good at it. midoriya just can’t believe how well you just swirl your hips around making the dildo hit every spot in his walls that makes him see stars.

he’s really not afraid to be vocal and try all sort of things so sex is verryyy interesting. 

everytime you fuck midoriya into oblivion with a strap on, expect him to cum multiple times until he can’t anymore. he’s super sensitive too so yeah. 

midoriya cries when he’s sensitive but goddamn he looks so pretty like that. 

tears spilling down his freckled cheeks, his lips swollen, and his muscles contracting from the immense pleasure you keep giving him. 

he’s a greedy man though, even if he came multiple times he still gets soooo needy. loving the pain over-stimulation comes with. 

you love seeing the number one hero putty in your hands~ 

sounds of skin slapping and midoriya’s loud moans filled the room, your tiring hips started to get slower making the man beneath you whine at the decreasing pleasure. you clicked your tongue at that, stopping completely and leaned closer to midoriya, your chest pressed against his strong back while he heave heavy breaths. 

“s-sweets.. please m-move” he whined, grinding his ass to your strap-on and arched his back as he tried to get you to continue while he leaned against the pillow next to his head. his cock hanging between his thick thighs, cum spilling down his skin and to the blankets beneath him. he was still hard like he just didn’t cum 3 times already. 

you bit the broken skin on his neck as midoriya moaned at your sharp teeth sinking into his skin and arched his back even more, grasping the blankets. 

“good boys should take what they are given. no asking for more or less.” you said, hands moving to his chest as you thumb his nipples making him jerk his hips back and a hoarse moan escaping him. 

you started to move your hips again while one of your hands went to his thick cock, pumping him with the same pace as your thrusts, and midoriya’s eyes rolled back to his head, loud broken moans escaping him. 

you leaned away and pushed his head against the pillows, muffling his screams as you quicken your thrust. the strap-on hitting his prostate head on. 

“let’s see how many times you can cum before you pass out, izu~” 

━ kirishima ♡

red riot is a switch but leaning more into the dom side but this sweet boy loves getting praises and lives to please you. he will do everything in his power to make you satisfied and know that you are contented.

even when subbing, there’s still a hint of dominance to him. but! if you overstimulate him, his mind just melts and all thoughts and rationality flies out the window. 

his reactions are also so fucking yummy~ teeth gritting together, sharp inhales, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and hands gripping the covers of your bed as his quirk threatening to activate and just tear through the cloth.

i said it once and i’ll say it again, kirishima lives for praises. 

so please praise him. 

he’s also soooo sensitive. because when he was a teenage, he barely touched himself with how hectic UA was but when he finally had time and you came along, his libido just skyrocketed! 

at first, he cums way to early but do not fret, kiri will never never leave you unsatisfied. 

his oral techniques are top tier. you can’t change my mind. 

kirishima also is pretty quiet with just loud grunts and groans but when he already came multiple times, he really goes feral. 

he keeps on chasing the pleasure even though it probably hurts with all the sensitivity he’s feeling. 

his moans are broken and it only gets louder at that point. 

“baby girl, ahh- fuck--! you feel so good-” kirishima groans out, mouth open and showing those sharp teeth of his that you oddly had some weird fixation with. you looked at his lips, it was red and tender, as his teeth peaked out. you rolled your hips when you heard his small whine as your hand went to his mouth. shoving two fingers in his mouth, playing with his tongue that eagerly met your fingers. 

feeling his cock twitch inside you, you smirked down at the fucked out expression the man was giving you. you pressed down to his throat making him gag but his thrust never faltered and only quicken at your action.

“you look so fucking amazing, eijirou~” 

at your praise, his hips jerked and a loud moan followed it, a bit muffled by your fingers. riding him, you moaned at the pleasure he gave you as kirishima’s thick cock nudged your g-spot. 

the red-haired male groaned loudly around your fingers when he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls tight and warm as you rip an unexpected orgasm from him. 

hips jerking wildly when he suddenly came, pleasure coursing through his veins. a pathetic whimper escaping him when you continued to ride him. the sensitivity brought tears to his eyes but he didn’t stop you, body jerking when pain and pleasure hit him. 

“i wanna see you cum again, ei~” 

[keeper0fthestars]

would you let me

din djarin x fem!reader (au)

summary: tattooed!din. guys you should know me by now, there’s no plot this is shamelessly soft and a little bit of filth (you can assume this takes place well after the events of ywmnd, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic)

warnings: Din without his helmet, 18+ explicit, fluff/smut, love and affection, oral f receiving, praise kink, y’all din is Hor-neeeee, dirty talk sort of, possessive din, cock warming, unprotected sex, oh yea- din doesn’t realize how enamoured you are with his tattoos.

a/n: Did I intend for this to be 2.8k words? Hahaha, oh god, in my head this was only 600 words at the most and i have nothing to say for myself, all i want is Din Djarin to be being safe, stable and happy.

✨immaculate✨moodboard at the bottom by: @bxbafett​

~~

His skin tingles where you still touch him.

The sweat has dried but he can’t yet bring himself to move from where he'd collapsed next to you on the pillows a few minutes ago. Sprawled on his stomach, he takes up your side of the bed, the comfortable weight of your leg bent over the back of his thigh. The heat of your mouth and the exquisite grip of your pussy would stay with him for days.

The peaceful glow blanketing the room hangs in contrast to the raging wind outside. The storm arrived unexpectedly before dawn and continues to rattle the windows every so often, a promise that it's far from over. 

Muscles protesting, he bunches the pillow under his arms. His eyes struggle to stay open and he sees you’re doing no better, not a lick of tension left in your body. His shoulders bulging, he rests his head on his forearms, lulled by the sensation of your slow fingers tracing the dark ink over his shoulder blade. 

He wonders what you're thinking about, he wonders if you even realize you’re doing it. Not that he minds. Not that he needed a reason to keep you in bed today. Drowsy and spent, the look on your face tells him you wouldn't be able to recall a single thing you’d carried over from yesterday’s to-do list. He likes days like this when the only thing on your mind is him. Even now, especially now, when all that exists is the delicious scent of you and he’s on the verge of dozing off and it's not even noon. He can't get enough of how fucking beautiful you are after he's fucked you. 

//

The dwindling fire dances in the corner of the room, creating shadows across the dips and valleys of his back. Coals begin to crackle but neither of you seems to care about the chill creeping back in the room. The window could be wide open right now and neither of you would even notice.

At the moment, other things occupy your mind. Lazy, your fingers continue over the smooth slope of his shoulder, repeatedly admiring the same path of black ink. 

With a languid exhale, he shifts, turning on his side, ruffling the toasty air under the quilt between you. One arm propped under his head, his other hand slipping warm underneath the blanket, hugging your hip, he settles heavy and solid beside you. 

Your eyes are drawn to the intricate pattern that spreads across his chest and curls around his biceps and disappears under the blankets. You know the significance of each piece of ink. The one on his shoulder, the one bigger than your palm is your favourite. Ever since he'd gotten it, you found yourself silently longing for something you’d never thought you’d want. But then, you’ve never done anything as reckless as being in love before. 

You've often wondered if he'd like that; to see a similar version of one of his tattoos somewhere on you, to watch him brush his fingers over it, or his mouth- tracing the pattern in the dark, knowing the shape of it from memory alone. Tender evidence of just how entwined your life with him is. 

The thought of it pulls delightfully inside your stomach.

When you look up, he’s already watching you. 

He sees the flash of eagerness in your eyes before you blink it away, he sees the cautious way you wet your bottom lip as you consider your words. He can see you’re itching to say something. 

"If I wanted something like this, would you do it for me?"

His brow flattens, his lips part and you can tell the question catches him off guard. You hear the hitch in the air but you don’t know the half of it. 

You do not know that his throat jams with adrenaline when he opens his mouth to answer you— he barely manages to swallow it down and level his voice enough to speak. He’s powerless to stop the grin that sneaks into the corner of his mouth.

‘Of course, I would.’ 

The kick of overwhelming pride in his veins is instant, a punch to his lungs. This timid little request sets off fireworks in his stomach, floods hot up his chest, flushing the roots of his scalp. Something so tangible, so primal he thinks he could reach in and touch it. He thinks if he does, it might lay him to waste. The more he visualizes you this way, the more light-headed he becomes. 

And then you weaken him further. Sweet little apples forming on your cheeks— and he gives in. Allows the sensation to shatter him.

His girl, his girl, wants ink that matches his. 

He wants to bask in it, drown himself in it. Arousal licks hot inside his stomach, tightens his cock so fast it makes him dizzy-  

Instead of on your hip, the heat of his hand is now curling around the back of your neck and his forehead collides gently with yours. Warm and solid.

He has to close his eyes, focus on you, or the muscles around his heart will squeeze right out of his chest and turn him into a puddle. His cock, painfully heavy between his legs.

Tethering himself against your warm brow, he lingers, focuses on your breath fanning down his cheek. Eventually, he comes back down again. 

You'd said you want him to do it.

You'd be wearing a part of him on your skin. Forever. 

Fuck.

How he wants it.

His lungs threaten to collapse again.

Gentle fingers squeeze the nape of your neck, spreading warmth down your spine. Nudging your forehead up, you are met with the imploring depths of his eyes carefully fixed on yours, circling your features. You watch his brows pull together, the earnestness on his face tugs at the strings around your heart.

“You would let me?” He asks.

You know exactly what he means.  Giving him the power to adorn you, stinging with needles.

To hurt you. Trust that he wouldn’t. 

Like his name hasn’t already been written on the inside of your heart since the day you met.

Your hand curves along the scruffy edge of his jaw, reaching further, tangling in his hair. Tipping your face up, your mouth slides between his supple lips and you answer him the only way you can.  

He melts immediately, nose pressing into your cheek, tugging you closer with a soft hungry moan. Stubble grazing, you’re lost inside the slick of his mouth, his tongue sliding deeper, reaching for yours. His hand trails down the curve of your back, his cock rigid, presses against your softness and heat swoops low in your belly. Much too soon he pulls away and you already feel his burning gaze as you struggle to pull your eyelids open.

Bloomed and dark, his eyes burn with adoration so intense it would blot out both suns.

"Where would you want it?" 

The softness in his voice makes your heart flutter. You already see the possibilities flickering in his eyes; his ink decorating you.  

Easing you back on the pillows, you barely get a chance to give his question any thought when you feel the ends of his hair tickling your jaw, his mouth ghosting over your clavicle. 

"Maybe here?" his voice lilts up at the end, satisfied at the goosebumps erupting across your skin.

He doesn't give you time to answer, instead, he grasps your hand, softly brushing his thumb over the tendons on the inside of your wrist. "Or, here."

And then it hits you and your mouth goes dry. “You’ve already thought about this.”

‘Yeah,’ he says softly, bending to slot his lips over your open mouth. ‘I have.’

His admission just about ruins you.

Ugh. This man.

Curiosity ignites inside you, in sync with an eagerness of an entirely different kind. One that charges your pulse, makes your voice weak.

‘Where would you want it?’ 

He's slow with his answer. Even slower gripping the blanket from underneath. Pulling it down, watching the satin edge slide over your skin, watching it slowly catch on your nipples. Bit by bit, exposing the soft fullness of your curves. Doesn't stop pulling until the blanket bunches around your knees. 

You watch his mouth tug into a crooked grin. 

Crowding over the side of you, he’s so long and so broad. Your skin tingles under his appreciative gaze. A warm hand trails up the side of your hip, fingertips counting ribs, so gentle it's almost ticklish. You struggle to breathe around the quivering in your stomach where your heart thuds erratically from one corner of your ribcage to the other. 

Unhurried fingers trace a slow semicircle underneath your breast.

‘I want one here,’ his head dips down, his nose following the swell of soft skin. ‘So I can see it every time I fuck you.’

Your pussy twinges, heat flaring all the way to your nipples. 

Oh.

Grasping a handful of your breast, he circles his tongue over your nipple and before you can put a single thought together, his large hand moves to your hip, squeezes, then melts into the softest of touches.  

“And I want one down here.”

You catch his gaze, blazing and dark, before his mop of messy dark hair trails down your stomach. 

He licks a hot stripe over the spot he's just identified on the inside of your hip bone, teeth nipping. Your core clenches painfully at the contact and your vision goes hazy. He is pleased with your splintered gasp, but you can think of a few other uses for that smug grin.  As though reading your mind, his open mouth finds more bare skin, hot and wet, scraping slower, pushing your legs apart. 

His voice low, possessive, ‘No one but me would ever know about them.’

The thought sends a spectacular sting of arousal around your ass and up your spine. 

Something only for him. Maker. He renders you so defenseless so fast your head spins. 

"So, what do you think?" his voice dips lower, his stubble scrapes up the inside of your thigh. "Where should we start?"

You know he just asked you a question but his thumb is toying with the seam of your pussy now and the words he just said have nothing to cling to inside your head. He’s slow about it, pressing just far enough to collect your wetness and push it up around your clit. Painting. Teasing. Dipping further each time only to pull away and bring it to his mouth. Spreading you wider so he can see how flushed and swollen you are and he hasn’t even used his mouth yet.  

“You gonna answer me?” Using his palm to pin your leg open, his mouth sinks into the inside of your thigh, teeth and all, and he hears you pull air from the beams of your ceiling.

“Tha-s not fair..” you plead.

He moans his agreement into the flesh of your other thigh. “We can finish this conversation after you cum.”

His mouth closes over your clit and your eyes roll back in your head. He doesn’t let up.

“Din-,” you gasp.

He pulls off your swollen clit and sucks the taste off his lips, watching you clench for him at the loss of contact.  

“Yeah?” 

You’re so fucking wet for him that his cock throbs, leaking between his stomach and the sheets. Bending his index finger he drags the side of his knuckle over your clit, pushing deep until he snags your entrance, holding you there. You’re already fluttering around him, so eager. With every clench, more slick leaks between his fingers. Your ragged breathing turns into the most filthy whimpers every time he laps at your clit. His other hand pries your fist from the sheet beside you, curls his fingers through yours and holds tight. Collects wetness on his tongue and leaves it on your clit again.

“You wanna cum on my mouth... or my cock.”

“Yes…” you plead, chest heaving, not sure if he even hears you. 

He doesn’t know what you’re moaning ‘yes’ to but he doesn’t care because your pussy is too fucking tempting to stop now. Two fingers buried to the knuckle, they twist and curl and he has to hold your hips from seizing and climbing off the bed when you cry out and come apart at the seams. 

He moans blissfully, mouth buried in your pussy, working you through it until your grip on his hair loosens and your thighs finally lay limp around his shoulders.  His mouth becomes patient, gently cleaning you up until you’re too sensitive to take anymore.

He crawls up to your mouth, forearms crowding you on either side, settling his weight between your legs. Your hands tug through his hair and he moans again, taking his time inside your mouth, sloppy and breathless.

Blissed out and shaky, you let him nudge you over on your side. Bringing the blanket over your bodies, he climbs up behind you like a massive wall of warmth. 

Soft kisses to your shoulder, his hand splays firm on your belly; he needs to be as close as possible, needs to fit himself between your legs, perfectly content to just keep himself there for the rest of the day if that’s all you wanted. 

He knows it’s not. 

Still keyed-up from your orgasm, the heavy length of his cock slides exquisitely through your folds, the wide ridges catch perfectly on your tender clit. He throbs hot and your eyes cloud over with a need so obscene, so sharp, it would take no effort at all to angle your hips and ease every inch of him into you. Your fingertips reach down, smearing your fingers over the blunt head of his cock and he twitches for you, leaking and hot, a broken groan shuddering within his chest behind you. The ache goes straight to your pussy.

His mouth gone dry, his hand like steel on your hip now. He holds delightfully still, right over your clit and he feels you shudder and clench, more heat spilling out around his cock. 

“Does my girl want more?”  His hand dips below the swell of your ass, he squeezes into your flesh, pulling you apart, making more room for himself, fixed on supplying you another heavenly inch of contact. You oblige and squeeze the muscles between your legs, giving him more friction and he keens for you, whimpering ‘fuck’  

He sees you bring your slippery fingers into your mouth, and he has to force his eyes shut and rein himself in, dazed at how dangerously close he is to that sweet blinding edge of oblivion. He feels you clench desperately again, knows it’s because you’re gathering more slick from his weeping cock and swallowing it down.

Pressing your ass into the base of his hips you arch your back, sliding him once more through the same path. The desperate sound he makes against the back of your neck makes you throb. 

He hums wet kisses into your neck, bringing three fingers soaked from his mouth to your nipple, rolling them over the hardened peaks. You shudder for him and grind harder into his lap, legs trembling, your nails digging into his arm.

“What d’you need, my girl?” 

Your only answer is a low whine. “I need you in me.”  

Grasping your knee from behind, he lifts your leg just enough to wedge his hips properly... ‘like this, you want me just like this’ ...and it’s effortless. He drags through your whimpers, through the haze of his own blurry desperation, burying himself into your slick heat all at once. When he reaches the hilt, you gasp high and tight, the stretch fucking divine. 

He groans through a string of filthy curses, low and needy and breathless through gritted teeth, ‘this what you want, just like this?’ A delicious ache burning deep in his stomach, he stills, waiting for you to breathe again. ‘...good girl, y-es,’ he hushes against your neck, ‘...relax for me.’

There is no more room for him to move but slowly, somehow, he still manages to rock into you, continues to gush praise into your hair, easing your leg down on his, ‘so fucking good for me,’  keeping you anchored, close and unmoving.

Your grip on his cock is intoxicating, nothing could ever come close. Buried deep in you is the only place he feels truly weightless. 

It’s a heady thing, the way you claim him, the way you light up when he walks in the door, how much you trust him, how much you care for him. It takes his breath away.  Erases every fear he’s ever had and every worry yet to come. 

Snug in your bed like this, forever is a real thing. 

//

Shielding you from the cold room, you’re both on the edge of sleep again when it occurs to him and he smiles. “You never answered my question, sweetheart.” 

You inhale with a soft contented sound, burying deeper underneath his arm.

“On my wrist.” Your drowsy slurred voice makes his heart swoon. 

“I want everyone that sees it, to know who I belong to.”

His arm tightens around your waist.

~~

TO BE CONTINUED...! HOPEFULLY :)

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[miixz]

short prompt: Someone is bringing lwj delicious handmade lunches during the sunshot campaign. LWJ tests them for poison, but he doesn't know who left them....

For the past two weeks, someone has been leaving handmaid lunches in Lan Wangji’s room.

He tests them for poison before eating them, but there has been nothing harmful so far, and something tells him that they are not trying to harm him (though he won’t stop checking). It is also likely that they are not from GusuLan, considering the assortment of spices that is always present in the food. They seem to have taken care to make them mild in consideration of his tastes, but they are still very present.

Lan Wangji is frankly at a loss on what to do. He always eats them, unwilling to let food go to waste, especially during such times, but should he? And why are they doing this at all? Is it someone he knows? They have to be at least somewhat close as this person seems to know his schedule quite well (and skillfully work around it). There are many questions running through his head and he has answers to none of them, since he can’t seem to catch them.

After another week passes by and he's still no closer to figuring out who is doing this, he gives up and decides to ask Xiongzhang for help.

It's as horrible as he expected it would be, as his brother is full of comments about how "It seems like someone has feelings for you, Wangji", though it does bring a lightness to Lan Xichen’s eyes that had been slowly dimming throughout the course of the sunshot campaign, so he can't be too mad, especially since he did have some advice after he got the teasing out of his system.

According to him, they were probably just too shy to confront him outwardly, afraid of having their feelings rejected. It’s a feeling he can understand and relate to, so he won’t judge his apparent admirer for their efforts. Xiongzhang had given him the idea to reach out, and since he can’t seem to meet with them, maybe leave a note for them to find when they come to leave the food.

The thing is: while he may agree that this line of thought makes sense, actually writing something is hard.

He spends more time than he’d like to admit thinking about what to say. He wants to be kind, because he understands the struggle of liking someone and not having the courage to reach out and speak to them, but words have never been one of his strengths and he’s self aware enough to know that most people think he is quite… Aloof.

In the end he leaves a simple and straightforward, thanking them and complimenting the food. He debated asking to meet them in person, but decided that if they truly are shy it might be too much to ask at this point, he would wait to see their reaction first.

The next day he found food waiting for him in his room as had become the norm, and his note on the same place he'd left it in. For a moment he wondered if they'd even found it, but then he noticed an addition right under his words. There, in messy handwriting, was a simple "I'm glad Hanguang-jun likes my food! Do you have any favorites?" along with a doodle of a smiling face.

Something about it bothered him, but he couldn’t place what it was, so he decided to come back to the thought later after writing a quick reply.

Like this, more notes follow.

“I can’t believe you don’t have a favorite food! At least tell me if there’s anything I should avoid then? It wouldn’t do to give Hunguang-jun something unpleasant.”

“I am not fond of strong spices. May I ask why you are so invested in feeding me?”

“Excuse me, spices are the best! But I suppose I can keep myself to the baby amounts I’ve been sending, huh?

Aiya, so direct! Though I sort of expected you to have started with that question actually. The truth is: I just want to, is that enough? I started cooking recently at the insistence of a friend and I wanted to share it with Hanguang-jun.”

By the third note he realizes what has been troubling him. The handwriting is familiar. So familiar in fact that his mind had taken in the writing and the little doodles surrounding it and unconsciously began reading it in that particular person’s voice.

But it can’t be, can it?

If anything this increases his need to figure out who this really is. Now that the idea is in his mind he isn’t sure how he’ll be able to live with the combination of these suspicions and Lan Xichen’s words on the matter.

(Surely he wouldn’t? Not for Lan Wangji)

He writes another note in a daze and tries not to look forward to the reply too much.

“If this is your reason, then I am honored you chose to share it with me, your cooking is truly delicious.”

“You’re too earnest, Hanguang-jun, whatever will I do with you? My heart can’t take compliments like this.”

The notes soon stop being about the food. His correspondent is eager to talk now that the possibility has been presented, apparently content telling Lan Wangji about anything that passes their mind at the moment they sit down to write.

He'd like to say he finds it annoying instead of endearing, but lying is forbidden.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

"I want to get to know you better. You don’t mind questions, do you, Hanguang-jun? First let’s see… Do you have a favorite color? I don’t think I’ve asked this yet. Is it blue? I know it’s a little unimaginative considering your sect colors, but that’s my best guess. If anything it does suit you!”

“I had never thought about this before, but I would say my favorite is red. What about yours? And what should I call you if we are to keep talking to each other?”

“Red is my favorite too! It reminds me of my mother, so I like to have some on me. Are you sad you’re always surrounded by white and blue then?”

“I do not mind. I like my sect’s colors, but red reminds me of someone I admire. Were you and your mother close?”

“Getting personal, aren’t we? I didn’t know her well at all, she died when I was little. The color is one of the few things I do remember actually. As for a name, can't HanGuang-Jun come up with a nickname for me?”

“Forgive me if it was too personal. I do not have many memories of my mother as well, I am aware of how hard that can be. It is commendable that you keep those memories close.”

“What did I tell you about those earnest comments? It’s very rude to attack me like this! We got into such a serious subject too.. Tell me something else about yourself! What do you-”

♡︎

"I had a dream today where I lived a peaceful life as a farmer, it was quite nice. Have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you weren’t a cultivator? I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately…

Maybe I'd be some kind of craftsman, that sounds good too. I can see myself building things.“

“I’ll admit that that is not something I have thought about. A peaceful life does sound good. I believe I’d have liked to be a scholar or an artisan.”

♡︎

"How have you been? I hope you haven't been suffering much with only all that bland Lan food in my absence.

Or maybe it's a good thing, we wouldn't want you to get spoiled after all.

I don't have much to say about my trip, since I'd rather not talk about the war, but I happened to have the honor of being invited to play a game with some children on my last travels. They were so cute! I miss spending time around baby disciples, they would always follow me like little ducklings. Do you like kids?"

“I am happy you have returned safely. I have been well, though I will admit I did miss these interactions.

I do like children, though I tend not to interact much with them outside of the Lan sect, as I believe they find me intimidating. It was not one of my main duties, but I have assisted as a teacher to the young disciples before and it was something I enjoyed. I think I’d like to take a more permanent teaching position in the future. Is that something you have thought about doing?”

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

Wei Ying starts acting differently around him.

It's subtle at first, but he seems less… On edge. Their latest interactions have been full of tension and misunderstandings and Lan Wangji does not know how to communicate his worries when he doesn't even know if he has the right to call Wei Ying a friend for all that he wants to.

He spent so long pushing him away that he can't blame anyone but himself that the moment he decided to try to reach out Wei Ying did not believe him to be on his side.

But lately… He hasn't been less suspicious of his intentions, but the twinkle in his eyes that used to be there when he would tease Lan Wangji at cloud recesses seems to have come back.

In turn he starts acting differently around Wei Ying

It’s slow, but he finds himself relaxing more around him. The overwhelm he used to feel when being around him is still there, but talking to him has become less daunting when it’s something he suspects to have already begun doing. So he calms himself and his words come easier even if they’re still few and far between.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

It is a little reckless, as there's always the chance he is wrong about the identity of his new acquaintance, but he starts telling them things he would like to tell Wei Ying.

Over the course of the month, he confesses he kept the bunnies a certain troublemaking guest disciple gifted him and they have made a home at the hills of cloud recesses and catches Wei Ying staring at him for a whole day. In response to the surprise on the next note he confesses his wish to be friends and how he’d been at conflict with himself at the time.

Some days after that conversation he vaguely mentions his current worry for Wei Ying and asks for advice, as they are clearly someone who is quite good with people. Wei Ying’s gaze stays on him for a while after that too.

Most memorable is the day where Lan Wangji decides to tease them back, since they flirt with him frequently, and Wei Ying actually blushes when they cross paths.

Part of him is worried he's seeing reactions where he wants to see them, but at this point he feels almost certain that he has it right. He won’t think about the implications until he is completely sure, however that seems more and more unlikely to happen. For all that they’re forward in their words, the one sending the notes is dedicated to evading all questions that could reveal their identity and he does not know how to breach the topic himself.

His worrying turns out to be unnecessary a few days later when Wei Ying approaches him first.

He looks nervous as he says he needs to speak with him and Lan Wangji doesn’t have to think much before agreeing. Even if he had other things to do at the time, there aren’t many things he wouldn’t reschedule for Wei Ying’s peace of mind.

They walk in silence until they reach a secluded space away from camp and he’s barely sat down before Wei Ying exclaims, “I owe you an apology.”

He stills in surprise.

“I’m the one who has been giving you lunch recently. I never meant to deceive you, I promise this wasn’t some joke, I’m not even sure what I meant by it at the beginning and then we started passing notes and then, well,” he looks a mix of sheepish and regretful. “I just, I know you probably thought it was some shy maiden and we have been…” Wei Ying grimances, “I never meant to play with your feelings or do anything that could hurt you, I didn’t even realize it was a possibility at first, but I couldn’t just keep this up knowing you wouldn’t ever feel the same way I do if you knew.”

There are… Many things for him to address in that speech, and he will, still there’s one sentence running over his mind on repeat.

you wouldn’t ever feel the same way I do

After what feels like hours, but it’s probably only a few seconds, Lan Wangji blinks, “I am not disappointed, there is no need for Wei Ying to apologize if he never intended this as a joke.”

The confusion is clear in Wei Ying’s face. “You’re not? But...”

“I had suspected it was you.”

“What? How? Lan Zhan!”

“Part of supervising Wei Ying’s punishment was to check if all the rules were written properly and you have… Distinct handwriting.”

“So you knew from the start?”

“Mn.”

“So all of the things you told me..?”

He had decided somewhere during their correspondence to give this a try if it was really Wei Ying, to be honest with his feelings if it was possible in any way that he was reading this correctly, yet words still escape him. He’s afraid that anything he says in reply might get misunderstood in some way, so he reaches out for Wei Ying’s hand before he says. “I had hoped they were reaching you.”

Wei Ying’s eyes widen and his face flushes. He’s beautiful, Lan Wangji doesn’t ever want to look away. Nevertheless when the silence stretches, he moves to take his hand away, thinking he read this wrongly and unwilling to make this uncomfortable, but before he can move Wei Ying’s hand closes around his and he sighs.

“What have I told you about those heartfelt lines? You should be more careful with my heart, Hanguang-jun.”

“Mn.”

“I’m not reading this wrong, am I? I… Lan Zhan, you’re really great. I like you, I want to be with you all the time, I want to kiss you and night hunt with you and I know it's really early for this but I don't think it can be anyone but you."

"Wei Ying…" Lan Wangji swallows. His heart is beating faster than it ever has before, he's so happy it's overwhelming. He repeats back the words in a daze, "I like you, want to be with you always, it can't be anyone else."

The reaction is instant. One moment he is sitting in the grass looking at the man he loves as his face progressively reddens, the next he is laying down, arms full of Wei Ying.

"Lan Zhan!"

He doesn't want to ever let him go.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

The notes don't stop, but they change. Now that they're not their primary method of communication, they become a way to show affection, to remind the other that they're loved.

The cooking doesn't stop either, but they begin to take their meals together whenever they can. Sometimes Wei Ying talks enough for the both to make up for Lan Wangji's silence, sometimes he doesn't. To him, it matters little, as any time with Wei Ying is time he cherishes.

There are still many things left unsaid between them. They are in the middle of a war. Things are far from perfect. Still, in spite of it all, they hold onto each other and their love.

[johnsamericano]

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‎נυиg נαєнуυи

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @whathamelon @unknown5tar @curieouscapt @notbeforelong @silent-potato @ajhdr @mrcarbonatedmilk

warnings: sugar daddy!au, age gap.

“Hi, can I call you back later? I’m at the bus.” You answered the phone, hand beside your mouth to avoid making to much noise. After all, most of the passengers were sleeping.

“As I suspected, you’re still working at that convenience store, aren’t you?” He sighed, you could almost see him rubbing his hands over his face, a thing he usually did when stressed. “It’s not safe to be working at this time of the night, y/n.”

“And yet, I bet you’re still at your office, aren’t you?” The other side of the line grew silent.

“That’s different and you know it.” You had to suppress the growl bubbling at the back of your throat. “There’s a reason why you have a weekly allowance.”

“Yes, but I don’t like the idea of depending on you.” It wasn’t unusual for you to fight over this sort of stuff, but Jaehyun seemed extremely pushy today.

“There’s nothing wrong about that. After all, that’s why we’re together.” Oh no. “T-that sounded bad, I-”

“I need to go, good night Yoonoh.”

The fact that you didn’t call him ‘bubba’, ‘Jae’ or ‘Jeffrey’ like you usually did, was more than enough to let him know you were mad. And he didn’t blame you, to be honest. He knew your relationship went deeper than the economic support he provided you with.

He tried calling you again, but your phone was off, probably to avoid him for the rest of the night at least. With your one year anniversary nearing, he couldn’t have you mad at him, not when he was planning to give you the most special night.

The next day, he sent a box of chocolates to your apartment. It had a yellow, sticky note on top.

‘I’ll come by later, please forgive me for yesterday.’- Jae.

His plan backfired, the short note only serving to piss you off even more. Briefly after receiving his lame chocolates, you called the number of his office, knowing it was more likely he’d answer there.

“Hello?”

“I’ll have to cancel our dinner tomorrow, something came up.” You lied, not even trying to sound convincing.

“But darling, it’s our anniversary.” He was already swinging the grey blazer over his broad shoulders, getting ready to go out.

“Why would we celebrate when we’re not even dating?” He swallowed the lump in his throat, mouth feeling dry.

“You know I didn’t mean that yesterday, y/n.”

“I truly don’t, Jaehyun. I’ll hang up, I need to get to class.” Well, he was fucked.

Communication was often a problem between the two of you, after all, your age gap wasn’t precisely short. But he never blamed it on you, not even when you were the one at fault. This time, however, he had to admit, there was no one else to blame but him. He cancelled all of his meetings for the day, driving at full speed to the supermarket and then your apartment complex, easily entering your home with the code you’d given him months prior. He was relieved to see you weren’t there, but the clock was ticking and there were so many things he needed to prepare. Jaehyun quickly chopped the veggies and meat, pouring it all in a big pot to make your favorite meal. While the stew started boiling, he started hanging the decorations he’d bought days ago and he’d luckily forgotten inside his car.

By the time he was done with the preparations, you were probably already on your way home. He was fixing his messy clothes when the sound of the door opening interrupted him.

“Fuck, you scared me!” You almost fell on your ass as you saw his tall figure standing in front of you. He quickly reached out for the controller of your old stereo, accidentally dropping it before a calm melody started coming out of it.

“Surprise?” His shirt was stained with all kinds of foods and your kitchen was a mess, not to mention the decorations on your ceiling that were about to fall due to the lack of tape used. “I panicked cause you cancelled our date tomorrow, so I figured out I could move our date one day...” he started rambling, your eyes too busy scanning his cute attempt to surprise you. “I know it looks bad, but I made your favorite stew! I tried it and it tastes nice.”

He walked closer to you, who hadn’t moved from the same spot ever since you walked in, and took your hands into his own shaky ones, kissing your knuckles ever so sweetly.

“I am so sorry about what I said yesterday.” Surprisingly, you pulled him into a hug, burying your face in his chest, which smelled like homemade food. “What’s all this?”

“You’re always so understanding with me. After calling you, I realized I was being immature. I was gonna call you when you almost scared the shit out of me.” You could feel his chest vibrate with laughter. “I’m sorry, bubba.”

“Don’t be, darling, I’m the one at fault here.” He kissed the top of your head, taking the chance to smell your hair, a peachy scent coming out from it. “Let’s eat before the stew gets cold.”

You set the table while he served two plates with food. Everything was absolutely delicious and Jaehyun was more than pleased with your reactions.

“I was supposed to bake a cake as well, but I didn’t really have much time to do so.”

“I still have those chocolates you sent me.” You ate while sitting on the white rug under your coffee table, laughing at Jaehyun’s old college stories. Your eyes were fixated on his dimples, amazed by the way the skin would sink every time he laughed.

“I have something to tell you.” He extended his hand, squeezing your own while scooting closer. “If you don’t feel the same way about me, I would totally get it, after all, who would want to date an old man like me?” He laughed it off.

“The hell are you talking about? You’re not even 40.”

“Y/n, I want us to be exclusive.” Your heart drummed against your chest, heat rising to your cheeks. “Everyday, I wake up with fear that you might’ve found someone else, someone who can understand you better that I do. And I can’t do anything about it as long as our initial arrangement doesn’t change.”

“Took you long enough.” You sniffed, crying with a big smile on your face as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I don’t want to be with anyone but you, Jae.” You climbed onto his lap, hugging his waist with your legs as your cheek rested on his shoulder.

“Even if I’m out of fashion?” He hoped you wouldn’t be able to see his burning ears in this position.

“I think that’s adorable.” You lifted your head to pinch his soft cheeks, pecking the reddening areas tenderly. They felt so nice under your lips.

“I’ll still give you your allowance, though. I can’t have you working on that god awful convenience store.”

“You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?”

“I only want what’s best for my princess.” His hands rubbed the small of your back.

You gagged.

“Don’t make me regret this, Jung.”

[mizunetzu]

Lovely tags: @xstar-kidx @shiny-bun @runawayvictorianchild @tea-whore @mixijima @fudobaby @fa1ryblood4 @shawwniebinnie @2o77danilopez @cha-boi-after-dem-kneecaps @vincent0kirishima @dxcter @li-xero-x

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Kuroo x reader - ...Yet it Happened Again (you did once pt.2)

⚠️Warnings - Bokuto running around without underwear so his pants and his asscheeks prolly stank, none

Pronouns - he/him

You can find part one here!

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“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry as well.

“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile connotated with pity.

“You did once.”

(Y/n) rubbed at the back of his head, trying not to suffocate in the aggravating silence that consumed the air. He looked off to the side, looking to the ground where his feet stood, then kept his gaze trained on his feet.

He didn’t want to see Kuroo’s face again. Not because he was uncomfortable that he liked him, no. He was sure they’d be good buddies again in a few days. He just didn’t want to see that pitiful expression that hung heavy with rejection. Even (Y/n) was an empathetic person.

“We should head back...” (Y/n) said, mumbling into the ground. “Yeah,” Kuroo’s disembodied voice rang, albeit a bit wavy and dry. It twisted (Y/n’s) heart into knots.

(Y/n) pushed off the railing and began to walk away. People would be wondering where they went.

“Are you comi-“ (Y/n’s) voice hitched in his throat.

Kuroo was smiling. His eyes closed, a gentle, warm smile on his face as he held himself with his arms wrapped tightly around themselves. (Y/n’s) furrowed his eyebrows.

Kuroo seemed to notice the gaze of confusion from him, so he looked up. His eyes were gentle, they held no grudge or blame for (Y/n), eyes that respected and adored his decision, even if it was rejection on his part. Some part of him wished Kuroo would be more mad, so he didn’t have to feel so bad about turning down his confession.

“There’s...” Kuroo finally spoke up after what seemed like forever. “...nothing I can really do to change your mind.”

Kuroo’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. Not smirk, but a soft, clad smile. (Y/n) frowned.

“And it made me realize just how happy I am to still be your friend. And I think I’m satisfied with that for now.”

Kuroo hiked himself off the railing as well, not bothering for an answer from (Y/n) and his unreadable expression. He walked past him, before stopping and turning around.

“Thanks for hearing me out, (Y/n). I have my answer now and I can stop stressing, so thank you for that.”

“Let’s go back.”

(Y/n) nodded quietly. He didn’t trust his voice to come out the way he wanted, so he chose to silently follow Kuroo back to the gym.

——

Why did it feel so bad?

He knew rejecting people always felt sort of burdenful, but he never thought about things like that more than a day at most, usually forgetting the whole thing happened after a good amount of time. But (Y/n) found himself thinking about it even three days after his rejection to Kuroo.

Was it because it was his friend who he rejected? His old crush? (Y/n) bounced a volleyball against the ground, before bringing it up into a toss. He tossed the ball absentmindedly as his teammates did whatever solo practice they wanted to do.

(Y/n) hummed to himself. Even though he was confused as to why it felt so bad to reject Kuroo, he wondered why he didn’t take his rejection more heavily even more.

It was a rejection, he should’ve been at least a bit more sad then that. But he was smiling. Kuroo was smiling as (Y/n) so selfishly told him he didn’t love him. God, why did he have to confess so early into training camp?

Maybe it was because he was such a kind person...a kind, kind person. He was lucky to have a friend like that, willing to be happy being friends with someone like him, who broke his heart. So lucky. Lucky that Kuroo was kind and caring and-

The volleyball dropped and bounced off (Y/n’s) face, before tumbling onto the ground and bouncing away. (Y/n) stumbled back with a groan, tripping and falling onto his ass as he tried to regain his bearings. He must’ve been so lost in his thoughts that he forgot he was tossing the ball. He sat and rubbed at his face. It stung, especially since the ball dropped from so high up.

“(Y/n)!”

He heard a voice yell. (Y/n’s) heart swelled. From guilt or from something else, he didn’t know.

In a second Kuroo was standing over him, a worried look on his face. He crouched down to his side.

“Are you okay? That looked like it hurt.” Kuroo gave no time for (Y/n) to answer, as he pulled his hand away from his head and cupped his cheek. He brought (Y/n’s) face close to his own, examining it closely. (Y/n) held his breath, and looked anywhere but him. “Your forehead looks kinda red.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine...” (Y/n) brought his hand up to Kuroo’s wrist to get him to let go of his face, but he held it firm, but with the gentleness of a feather at the same time. His hand was warm. He wished it was cold so his heart would calm down. He wished he would let go already.

Kuroo scanned the gym for the nearest adult. Coach Nekomata was busy being talked off by Karasuno’s coach, so he couldn’t go there. And he’s pretty sure everyone else was busy. Kuroo sighed.

“Get up, I’m taking you to the health office so you can rest.”

In a second, (Y/n) was pulled to his feet and walking towards the health office. Kuroo yelled something over to a nearby coach, who nodded and let him continue to the office.

“Wh-but it was just a bump-?!”

Kuroo held his fingers to his lips. “Dude, I’m bailing you out from practice for a few minutes, the least you can do is thank me.”

(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. He furrowed his brows with a huff as he walked in silence.

Kuroo Tetsurou is such a kind person.

——

(Y/n) flopped onto the nurse's office’s bed face down, sighing into the dense mattress. It wasn’t even that comfortable, but to a tired volleyball player, it was like laying on warm clouds.

“Air conditioning feels so niiiiiiiice...” (Y/n) sunk deeper into the school-provided pillows, his sweat beginning to cool as the AC blew cold air into the room. Kuroo closed the office door, so no one would catch them ditching, and sat down on the bed next to (Y/n).

He sat there for a few seconds, testing the waters, before slowly laying down beside (Y/n). He looked up from the pillow, an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at Kuroo laying down.

“Am I not allowed to lay down?”

“Well-it’s just—“

“Calm down, (Y/n),” Kuroo chuckled. He shifted from his spot on the small bed, laying on his side and facing (Y/n). “Just cause I like you doesn’t mean I’m gonna pounce on you while we’re resting or something.”

“I’m tired too.”

Kuroo pulled up the folded blanket to both of their shoulders. (Y/n) shrunk back into the mattress slightly when Kuroo placed the bed sheet over him. “If they ask where we were, just say I was icing your forehead or something.”

Kuroo settled into the bed. In seconds, (Y/n) could’ve sworn he was already out like a light, quietly snoring while he wrapped his arms around himself atop the blanket. It didn’t help that the bed was small, made for people of normal height and certainly only for one person.

Especially with Kuroo, almost 6’2; (Y/n) was closer to Kuroo’s face than he would have liked.

He saw the way Kuroo’s chest would flutter every time he took a deep breath in, or the way his impossibly messy hair fell into his face, making it even more untamable than it already is. Or the way his lips were so deliciously parted, making his face look relaxed and peaceful.

He could stare at it forever. He could stare at him forever. And it was scary.

(Y/n) clutched the fabric of his shirt that clung right over his heart. There was no way he could sleep like this. Not when he was so close to Kuroo Tetsurou...

But even as he thought that, both of them somehow woke up entangled in each others arms, comfortable, and skipping practice peacefully. Not even Coach Nekomata had the heart to wake them up when he so curiously wandered into the health office looking for the two. Which is why they didn’t until Yaku dragged Kuroo forcefully onto the ground, bringing (Y/n) down with him.

——

(Y/n) thinks he knows why it felt so bad.

It wasn’t as hard to figure out. After all, the warm, fluttery feeling he felt as he woke up so suddenly, on the ground staring up at Yaku while directly on Kuroo’s chest was too telling.

The feelings he tried so hard to forget were resurfacing again. And he hated it.

Don’t get him wrong, Kuroo openly admitted to liking him just a few days ago, and just yesterday he woke up on top of his chest, but it was almost embarrassing to admit he was falling all over again. He didn’t want to. God, he didn’t want to.

Suck it up, keep it inside until training camp is over. That’s what he told himself. Then (Y/n) wouldn’t have to see Kuroo’s stupid, lovable face all day every day. Maybe then these feelings would bubble over again. That easy.

“(Y/n)~!”

Or so he thought.

Kuroo came jogging up to (Y/n), a plate of breakfast in his hand as he slumped down in the seat next to him. Kuroo dug into his breakfast, piling rice into his mouth as (Y/n) hummed out a greeting.

Kuroo swallowed a big lump of rice thickly. He clasped his hands together, before rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “Sorry about yesterday...totally didn’t expect to fall asleep on you...or koala you while I was sleeping…”

“S’fine…” (Y/n) said, hungrily shoveling food into his mouth. He barely heard anything that Kuroo said over the sound of his stomach rumbling. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yesh.” (Y/n) chewed, thought about it, then swallowed. “...No.”

“(Y/nnnnn)!” Kuroo banged on the table lightly as he whined jokingly. (Y/n) chuckled into his plate of rice.

“Kidding, kidding! Yeah, I heard-”

“Though I wouldn’t blame you if it went totally over your head there. Y’know, since you’re so dense sometimes~”

“Fuckin-Tetsurou!”

Kuroo cackled as (Y/n) spat rice at him while he sputtered. His laugh was unrestrained, and as funny-sounding as it was, it sounded so genuine and wholehearted that you couldn’t help but listen as his laughter sang. It was stupid. It was Kuroo.

(Y/n) stopped laughing before Kuroo, stopping unconsciously to listen to his contagious laugh. He only then realized he called him by his first name habitually, like he’d done years ago. As his laughter died down, (Y/n) quickly turned to his plate of half-eaten food to avoid being caught staring at him.

“Ahhhh sorry sorry-you’re just very fun to-Kenma! Get off you’re psp and eat, damnit!”

Kuroo stood up from the table, pointing at Kenma, who was trying to somehow hide himself behind Hinata. Kuroo turned back to (Y/n). “Sorry, let me grab Kenma’s psp real quick. He was gonna sit next to us until he saw Shrimpy over there, and he’s probably too busy showing him his games to eat. Gimme a sec, ‘kay?”

Kuroo fled from the table, disappearing off to nag Kenma like a mom. (Y/n) picked up his chopsticks, picking up a small veggie with his sticks when a phone buzzed.

(Y/n) fished his phone out of his pocket, switching it on only to be met with a blank screen with his background photo. A picture of him and Kuroo posing in front of a ramen shop’s fish mascot, pretending to eat it as Kenma set his hand on the fish to contribute to the photo. No notifications. It wasn’t his phone.

The phone buzzed again, and it was only then (Y/n) realized it was the phone on the table, in the seat directly next to him. Kuroo’s seat. It was Kuroo’s phone.

(Y/n) pursed his lips. He grabbed the phone, intending to turn it off or dismiss the notification, when his eyes caught the message banner.

One new message from “Yumemite”

Huh. He could’ve sworn the last time he’d seen Kuroo’s phone, her contact name was somewhere along the lines of “Cutie Yumi <3” or “love of my life”. But it was what was under that banner that really peaked his interest.

‘hows it goin with (Y/n)????’

(Y/n) knew he shouldn’t intrude on Kuroo’s texts. It was a breach of privacy, and Kuroo could come back any second. Still, the message was about him, so he had a right to know...right?

He typed in Kuroo’s password the last he remembered it. Yumemite’s birthday. Quickly typing in the digits, his cringed slightly when the words ‘INCORRECT PASSWORD’ glared at him, and erased the wrong password from the text box.

(Y/n) glared back at Kuroo’s phone, even as he felt a sense of pride that Yumi’s birthday wasn’t the answer. He typed in Kuroo’s own birthday into the text box with a smirk.

The screen flashed ‘INCORRECT PASSWORD’ once again.

Now, this really got (Y/n) confused. Kuroo was very basic with passwords. His birthday, or someone else’s birthday like his mom, had always been his go-to password. But it was almost always his own birthday. (Y/n) gulped, and hesitantly typed in one more birthday into the box.

The screen slid up, granting him access to Kuroo’s phone. (Y/n) couldn’t tell if his stomach dropped or if his chest exploded with butterflies.

The number he had typed in was his own birthday.

(Y/n) shook the butterflies off, clicking on the messages app and opening the conversation with Yumemite. He scrolled up until his name wasn’t mentioned in conversation anymore, which was a few days ago, the day he rejected Kuroo to be precise.

Yumemite - howd it go??

Yumemite - he said yes right??

Kuroo - no

Kuroo - brb gonna go listen to mitski and cry :,)

Yumemite - AWWW IM SO SORRY :(((((

Kuroo - wait lmao dont be i was joking

Yumemite - ?

Yumemite - wait so he said yes-?

Kuroo - well- no

Kuroo - he rejected me but tbh id rather be his friend than not have him in my life at all yk??

Kuroo - like i can learn to get over him but itd fuckin suck if i lost him altogether

Kuroo - hes too important to me for that

Kuroo - i love him too much >>>

Yumemite - gay

Kuroo - shut up u literally have a gf

Yumemite - yeah <3 unlike one of us

Kuroo - I JUST GOT REJECTED AND YOURE PULLING THAT SHIT

(Y/n) smiled to himself as he read through the texts. He felt oddly happy that he was ‘important enough’ to Kuroo that he’d be willing to stay as friends even though he was rejected.

(Y/n) switched off the phone as he heard approaching footsteps. He slid the phone back into its place as Kuroo slumped back in his seat, psp in hand.

He hoped he didn’t notice.

——

(Y/n) wished he didn’t know why he felt so bad. Now that he knew, it just felt worse.

Every little touch, every little ‘(Y/n)~!’, hell, every little glance he sent his way sent shivers down (Y/n) spine. And he hated it.

He hated how he couldn’t stop himself from falling hopelessly in love with Kuroo Tetsurou all over again.

He wasn’t deliberately doing anything to get him to fall so bad either. No flirtatious comments, touches that get a little too personal, nothing. It was just Kuroo being his friend, and that made it one-hundred times worse.

Did that mean Kuroo got over him that quickly? Did he not like him anymore, and that’s why he was so comfortable sleeping in the same bed as him? Or laughing and touching him all buddy-buddy during breakfast? Did he-

Did he really move on that quickly?

(Y/n) ran fingers through his hair as he walked into the gym. It should’ve been a good thing, Kuroo moving on. He should’ve been happy about that. So why wasn’t he? Why…

“KUROOOOO! YOU ROOSTER SHIIIIIIIIT!”

Bokuto’s voice boomed from behind (Y/n). He jumped, but before he could turn around, an arm snatched his wrist and pulled him along.

(Y/n) legs ran faster than he could keep up with. Kuroo lay ahead, sprinting as fast as he could with (Y/n’s) wrist in his clutch. He looked from a cackling Kuroo’s back, to Bokuto chasing behind them.

“Wh-?!”

“I stole all of Bokuto’s underwear from his bag while he was in the shower.” Kuroo said between jagged pants as he turned a sharp corner. (Y/n) stumbled along, trying to keep up.

“And you brought me along why?!”

“Hey-! I didn’t mean to! You were just right in front of me and you were like-thinking about something so you probably didn’t hear me screaming to get outta the way so I just grabbed you-!”

Fair enough. (Y/n) huffed as Kuroo hurriedly opened up a storage closet and ducked into it.

It was fairly big, about the size of a volleyball club room and very, very dark. (Y/n) could barely see the faint outline of Kuroo’s jawline as he felt around the doorknob, snickering.

“Shit-there’s no lock…”

“Kurooooooo!”

“Fuck! Uh-!”

Kuroo looked around as he heard Bokuto’s footsteps nearing the closet. Looking at (Y/n), he could very clearly see the bright white of his shirt, contrasting the way Kuroo’s black one blended into the dark. If Bokuto barged in, he’d see (Y/n), which would lead to him finding Kuroo, and...well.

Without thinking, Kuroo pushed (Y/n) against the corner of the room, placing each of his hands on either side of him as he practically smushed himself against him. The door barged open, faint yellow light flooding into the dark room as Bokuto angrily stomped in.

Kuroo mouthed a “Don’t...move…” as slowly as he could to avoid his lips smacking or making noise, and he’s pretty sure he got the message with how utterly close their faces were to touching.

(Y/n) was so close he could practically count the eyelashes on Kuroo’s pretty eyes. Were Kuroo’s eyes always so bright? They looked hypnotic and endless as he looked off to the side, trying to see Bokuto searching the closet childishly.

(Y/n) swallowed the lump in his throat as quietly as he could, pressing against the wall as much as humanly possible with how close Kuroo was.

Bokuto huffed, nearing Kuroo and (Y/n’s) hiding spot. Kuroo unconsciously pressed closer, hoping Bokuto wouldn’t see the white of (Y/n’s) shirt. Things disappear with the color black in the dark, he just hoped Bokuto was dumb enough to not see Kuroo’s hair or his black shirt.

Kuroo’s face was so close to (Y/n) that they were practically pressing on eachother. Kuroo’s lips lay a mere centimeter away from (Y/n), one push from Bokuto, one slip from Kuroo, hell, one little gust of wind and they’d lock lips anytime soon.

Kuroo couldn’t help but stare into (Y/n’s) wide eyes with a sweaty, flushed face. (Y/n) couldn’t tear his eyes off of Kuroo’s half-lidded golden ones, especially with the way his lips were so tantalizingly close…

They jumped, however, when Bokuto kicked over a bucket with a loud “Hey, hey, hey!”. They both tensed as Bokuto pouted once more.

“I know you two are in here-!”

“Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto whipped his head around.

“Akgashfgjhi!”

Akaashi held up a pair of light blue boxers. “He missed one. Put them on before your pants start to smell. We’ll find him later.”

When Akaashi appeared, (Y/n) didn’t know. Neither did Kuroo. Nevertheless, Bokuto swiped the boxers from Akaashi gratefully, and turned back to the “empty” room.

“I’ll pay you back for this! Stupid Kuroo! Dumb rooster! I’m comin’ back for my underwear! Hey, hey, hey!”

Bokuto’s voice faded away as he left the storage room. Kuroo sighed in relief. (Y/n’s) head and vision felt hazy and cloudy as Kuroo let out a breathy laugh, still very close to each other's faces.

“I bet Bokuto wasn’t wearing any underwear, how disgusting.” Kuroo chuckled, beginning to pull away from their very cramped position in the corner. (Y/n) looked at Kuroo’s shiny ember eyes, down to his plush-looking lips. His face was still mere centimeters away from his own, then they locked eyes and suddenly (Y/n) wasn’t thinking about Yumemite or his regret anymore.

It wasn’t just a little kiss. Not like a little peck or a hesitant first kiss with your highschool boyfriend on your first date. It was grab-him-by-the-neck, bury-your-fingers-into-his-messy-hair, why-was-I-so-scared-about-loving-you-again kissing right against the wall of the storage closet.

(Y/n) pressed his back against the wall, bringing Kuroo in as close as his body could. Kuroo circled one of his hands around (Y/n’s) waist, letting the other rest on the wall and for seven seconds everything was bliss until-

Kuroo pushed himself back, pushing (Y/n) off him and letting his head hang down.

He pushed. (Y/n). Off. Of. Him. He wouldn’t mind if the wall would open up and swallow him whole. Kuroo didn’t look at him, he refused to, as he kept his arms on (Y/n’s) shoulders to keep his distance.

“...why did you do tha-”

“Don’t you like me, Tetsurou?”

Kuroo finally looked up at the waverly tamber of (Y/n) voice.

“...What?”

“Just a few days ago, you were telling me how much you loved me,” tears stung at (Y/n’s) eyes like heavy weights. He grasped onto Kuroo’s wrists that were on his shoulders, albeit a bit looser than it previously was. “Why is it any different now…?!”

“Wait-(Y/n-” Kuroo was cut off when (Y/n) gripped his wrists tighter.

“Did you...did you really get over me that quickly…? Do you really not love me anymore?!”

Tears began dripping down (Y/n’s) cheeks. Kuroo retracted his hands back, only to have the collar of his shirt grabbed and tugged harshly towards him.

“Wait, (Y/n), listen-”

“No! Shut up!” (Y/n) pushed Kuroo up against a rack behind him, drawing up a grunt from Kuroo. He was about to say something, or maybe push (Y/n’s) arms off of him, when he heard a choked sob, followed by wavering lips and free flowing tears. “It’s not fair..!”

“Why are these feelings coming back..?! Why now! ....I rejected you, there’s...there’s no way you’d like me now…! Especially how fine and buddy-buddy you’ve been acting, it’s clear you moved on! Why do I always choose to like you at the worst times?! Why…”

(Y/n) sobbed, tears cascading in the air as he shook Kuroo up. Kuroo was about to open his mouth again when it ran dry, as (Y/n’s) grip on his shirt tightened even more.

“Why do these feelings always come back when you’re done with me?! When you don’t like me! It won’t leave me alone…! I waited and waited and waited and the one chance I had I threw it away…! But then I just had to love you again when you moved on!”

He melted into a pile of hics and violent sobs, grasping onto Kuroo’s shirt for dear life. Kuroo couldn’t find the words to speak at that moment. He hesitantly put his hands on (Y/n), stabilizing him as he cried into his chest.

“S’not fair...it’s not…” (Y/n) hiccuped. “Not fair...it’s alway you...why do I always come back...to you…”

Kuroo stayed silent for a second. (Y/n), once again, wished the wall would swallow him up. Kuroo then trailed his hand up to (Y/n’s) damp cheek, guiding it up to look at his face.

“When have I ever said I was over you, (Y/n)…” Kuroo’s voice was soft, gentle and scared of shattering the glass that was (Y/n). “Actually...as iffy as it seems...you saying all of this made me sorta...happy…”

(Y/n) sniffed, staring at Kuroo with raw eyes and waiting for him to go on. Kuroo stroked his face with his thumb, catching any stray tears falling from his eye.

“I’ve been really, really sad since you rejected me...I guess I was just that good of an actor since you didn’t notice how much I thought about kissing you and holding you like this everyday while we hung out as ‘friends’…”

Kuroo let his head loll back onto the metal pole rack behind him. “I was just pretending to be happy being your friend—when actually I just wanted to tear my eyes out and scream how much I love you, (Y/n).”

Kuroo gently grasped (Y/n’s) hand, giving him a tentative kiss on the knuckles. (Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes with his free hand, before cupping the hand resting on his cheek. Kuroo looked up from his hand. “This ok?” He asked. (Y/n) nodded with eyes red and numb from crying.

“Then how about this?”

The hand that was resting placidly on (Y/n’s) face brought him closer and closer until their lips met once more.

Kuroo snaked his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer until their bodies were touching. (Y/n) suddenly understood why people described kissing as melting, because every single square inch of his body dissolved into his. He felt weak in the knees, and all of his guilt, all of his regret washed away with each passing second he was in Kuroo’s arms.

Eventually, the two separated for air, half lidded eyes and staring into each other like one would disappear the moment they took their eyes off of them.

Kuroo buried himself into the crook of (Y/n) neck, inhaling deeply. “Aaaaah, i’m so happy right now…”

As Kuroo nuzzled into his shoulder, (Y/n) couldn’t help but think about how much of an absolute mess this whole thing was. Sobbing onto Kuroo, violently shaking him while screaming in his face about how much he loved him, before kissing him again in the corner of a dark storage closet. It was a mess, sure, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And that was something.

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[motivatedtocry]

Obey me! Leviathan x GN! MC

Want Another Kiss?

I decided to write a continuation of this since someone requested it. ☺︎︎

Just MC trying to give Levi lots of kisses and love. Things get even spicier, though.

Word count: 1.8K

᯽ Part One

| WARNING | NSFW. dom! mc x sub! levi

You couldn't even stop to think that you were actually taking things further with Levi.

Levi, the demon that just moments ago was freaking out over sitting near you.

Levi, the demon that is now sliding his hands on every part of your body that he could reach and then holding you down by your waist, making you grind against him.

You were having the time of your life having the one person you enjoy to be the most with touch you like it was the last day you two will see each other. His movements, especially the movements of his hips, needy for more touch, were clumsy. You could also still feel hands shaking a little, but you found it all endearing.

On the other hand, Leviathan had his mind working a mile a minute; trying to recall more than a thousand years' worth of lewd things he has encountered but never really had a chance to try out with another being.

Antisocial, socially awkward, weird otakus are not the most pleasing to others. They neither want to be near others and risk still being misunderstood or even judged.

You, however, liked him. You did your very best to get close to him, make him feel comfortable; even if he was terrible to you when you guys met. You understood his struggles. His sometimes raging envy, his insecurities, his constant need to be in his room just to find the comfort he couldn't get when he was outside. You enjoyed the things he did, being with him.

The appreciation he had for you rapidly turned into an almost frenzied lust. He let out an, ironically, angelic moan under you when ground against him a bit more firmly. As this happened, his hands tugged onto your shirt quite tightly. His joggers were thin enough for you to be able to feel him almost whole, and of course, for him to feel your warmth even above clothes.

"MC, p-please. I feel like I'll go crazy if you don't–" He murmured, stopping himself mid-sentence. Embarrassment flushing over him momentaneously as he caught himself begging you.

You evilly chuckled, getting up from his lap. His legs extended when he brought you onto his lap earlier, and your job now was to separate them. With a smug on your face, you placed yourself between them, dangerously sliding your hand across the border of his joggers.

"If I don't do what, mhm?" You purred, finally getting your hand under his joggers and grabbing as much as you could. "Touch you?" You murmured to his ear, grabbing his earlobe between your teeth, making him shudder.

You didn't feel like giving him what he was craving for just yet, so your hand remained over his underwear, rubbing up and down. Even then, as your palm covered his length, you felt the dampness of his underwear as a result of his precum.

His moans became constant, full of need; driving you crazy. You loved playing with him, but you didn't know how much longer you could stop yourself from pleasing him.

"Levi," you called.

"Y-Yes?"

"Are you okay with doing all of this?" The movement of your hand didn't stop, and although his moans had paused, his breathing was quite heavy.

"Are y-you okay with it?" He asked in return.

You smiled at him, a mix of kindness and lasciviousness showing on your expression. "Why don't find out for yourself?"

You took your hand out of his joggers and leaned back. Leviathan had air trapped in his lungs, unable to breathe for a few moments. He had permission to touch you, okay.

Touch you.

How does he touch you?!

He swallowed hard and crawled closer to you. You did him the favor to take off your shirt, revealing all that was underneath. As Leviathan traveled his gaze over you, you could swear that his eyes had turned into a brighter color, almost shining. He almost moaned to the simple sight of you.

You looked so lovely, and there you were, in front of him.

He licked his lips, proceeding to place one hand on your back, to hold you and keep you close, while his other hand was placed on your chest. He reached for your neck, leaving small but wet pecks over it. By instinct, you put your hand on the back of his head, meaning to attract him more towards you. It was your turn to shudder the more he deliberately kissed and licked your neck. He seemed to notice this and became more eager to touch you. A thumb moved across your nipple, delicately but confidently brushing over it multiple times. You almost gasped to the touch, but you soon felt Leviathan suck on the skin of your lower neck, near your collarbone, and you moaned.

Hearing you more for him was just the final straw for Leviathan, whose member was throbbing in his joggers, on the verge of leaking through these. His demon form manifested in a matter of seconds. You started feeling a cold, damped tail swirling up your leg. You, a little hazed due to your arousal, didn't seem to mind. However, what Leviathan said next sparked something in you that you didn't know it would.

"You getting all the attention is so not fair. I want to be touched, too," he murmured. Strangely enough, as he kept touching you. But oh, you heard him.

And Leviathan knew you heard him.

He widened his eyes and separated to look at you, not realizing his envy talked for him until it was too late. "MC, I-"

You didn't let him answer. "Oh, so that is how you're feeling." You said, smiling. He leaned back and onto the floor, his tail immediately untwirling from your leg. "Levi, envious of even himself? How impressive."

Leviathan panicked at first but you didn't seem to have taken his comment the wrong way. In fact, you were getting on top of him once again. You looked at him, and now you were the one holding your breath. His hair was a bit messy, still falling on top of his eyes; flushed cheeks and ears, his lips slightly swollen caused by all the kissing on your neck.

What an adorable and delicious sight.

"I hope you know..." You started saying, sliding your hands under his shirt, lifting it in the process. "you were doing so good touching me." You sat right on top of his crotch; rubbing yourself against it more shamelessly than before and feeling it twitch as Leviathan let out an out-of-breath sort of moan. He was given what he wanted, but it made it ten times better hearing you praise him.

"But I just so happen to love touching you even more." You licked the center of his chest upwards, ending up playfully biting his chin when you finished. "And I would love you hear you beg." You whispered over his lips. Not being able to contain yourself, you kiss him briefly. "Are you okay with that?"

He whimpered. "I-I know what I said, but it's only fair if you feel good, too." He looked into your eyes but quickly looked away, blushing. "I don't mind b-begging."

It embarrassed him to no end, but he wasn't against it. The thought of it making you feel good was more persistent than his embarrassment.

"What a good demon you are," you smirk. "Take off your clothes for me, will you?"

Leviathan nodded, obedient. He began taking off his clothes painfully slow, but you waited patiently, having the chance to glance at his toned body. In the meantime, you also took care of the rest of your clothes. Once Leviathan was done, you noticed that he looked at you with a concerned expression, slightly covering his naked body.

Your heart clenched in your chest.

"Levi." You looked back at him lovingly, your voice softening as you spoke. "You don't have to cover yourself when you're with me."

"I'm still gross underneath it all. You may stop liking me." He responded, saddened.

"I can assure you..." you moved towards him. "There's no way I can stop liking you." You lifted his chin, making him look at you. "And you're nothing but one handsome demon in my eyes." Your lips formed a sweet smile.

Leviathan's heart jumped in his chest. Your smile, your words; they became once again the reason for his confidence to be something that was no longer unknown to him.

He stood up and made sure he took your hand for you to do the same. "Let's go to my bed," he said.

While holding your hand, he walked you to his bed-tub. It was a bit cramped with the two of you in it, but neither of you minded. You made sure to stroke Leviathan's member a few times, gaining more moans coming from him. It quickly became surprisingly slick; one because of his precum and two due to some sort of also viscous substance, lubricating just enough.

You didn't know why that was, but you were surely not unpleased about it.

You got on top of Leviathan once more, now alining his member in your entrance and soon after slowly sliding back down. You both moaned loudly at the same time to the fulfilling feeling. For you, having him stretching out your walls, and for Leviathan, feeling you take him completely was heavenly.

"Levi," you called; your voice sounding almost gone due to how quietly you called his name. "Move your hips."

And he did.

Leviathan held you with one arm around your waist, moving his hips back and forth. You couldn't sit still either, so you began doing the same thing, placing your arms around his neck. You leaned your head back to the pleasure he was giving you, and you could tell Leviathan felt the same. Multiple gasps and quiet, but needy, moans coming from him dying on your chest. Yours, mixed with his, died in the air the more he thrust in you.

The movement of both of your hips persisted and became faster. Before you knew it, both of your bodies were covered in sweat, the need for air became more notorious, and the sounds you were making, were louder.

But nothing other than the walls in Leviathan's room was a victim of what you two were doing.

"MC, you feel so good." He whimpered. "Please, don't stop."

And you didn't, not until you made sure that you both reached your climax. Leviathan rested his head on your chest as he did, almost roaring, but he suppressed it in his throat and it came out as a deep groan. You followed him right after, tensing up and scratching his back in response to how good you felt. His release felt warm inside you, and your vision was sort of blurry, but soft kisses on your chest caught your attention.

You looked at him, seeing him smiling just a bit. You giggled, putting your foreheads together, lightly brushing your noses. Then, you both allowed yourselves to live in the moment where your souls connected and became one.

[sinner-as-saint]

Poison Paradise.

Requests were sent in for fratboy!Bucky, tattooed Biker!Bucky and modern Bastard son!Bucky so here’s everything, in one. 

Themes: smut, biker!bucky, fluff

This is how I picture Bucky for this   

Bucky Barnes is the most popular guy on campus. He’s arrogant, and proud and somewhat of a bad boy. He’s loud, and a well-known troublemaker. He’s every professor’s nightmare. But he’s also drop dead gorgeous, with the kind of charm which made him hard to resist.

He was beautiful, but also dark and dangerous, like a poisoned paradise. 

Frat house parties, getting wasted and then getting in trouble with his friends, always on his notorious loud bike which made all the girls almost worship the ground he walks on. 

You always kept a safe distance from him and his friends. However, little did you know that he always kept an eye on you. After all, you were his step brother’s best friend. 

Bucky hated his step brother with a passion. Mainly because the latter was the only legitimate child to their dad and due to that, Bucky sort of became the black sheep of the family while everyone else idolized his step brother - Steve. 

Bucky always tried to stay away from Steve; never wanted to get in his business, stayed away from his friend group, and vowed to never talk to any of Steve’s friends. But that was until the day he saw you at a party. With Steve. 

He managed to find a way to come up and talk to you. And he was aware that the whole room stared as he made his way over to you. Sleeves of tattoos on both arms, ears pierced, dogs tags dangling and bringing more attention to his broad, muscular chest and tan skin. 

You had to admit, although an incorrigible fuckboy, Bucky Barnes was gorgeous. And those steel blue eyes of his made you weak in the knees. “So, are you Steve’s girlfriend?” He asked, all cocky as he leaned against the counter, facing you in the crowded kitchen. 

You blinked a few times, got over the fact that the most popular guy on campus was just here having a conversation with you. “Uh, no. We’re just good friends.” 

Bucky nodded, and smirked. “Good.” His answer made you frown. He took a step or two and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Because else I’d have to get rid of him to make you mine.” 

His words sent shivers down your spine. And once you recovered, you pulled away and faced him confidently. Cocky little shit. “In your dreams, Bucky.” 

He chuckled, “Trust me babygirl, you don’t wanna know about what we do in my dreams.” he winked and gave you that smile which won over all the girls in a heartbeat. And although he was hard to resist, you found the courage to push him off and walk away. 

Since that first interaction, it began - the chase. Bucky loved it, because most of the time the girls threw themselves at him. But not you, you on the contrary were pushing him away. But even he hit his limit eventually. So when he found you walking back to campus from your shift at the bakery one night, he decided to give you a ride. You were walking on the side walk when you heard the roar of his engine, you walked faster but he was beside you in no time, causing you to stop and stare even though you tried hard not to. 

Fuck... he always looked so, delicious. The right amount of mysterious and hot. Bad boy charm which no one could resist. “Come on doll, it’s cold out. I won’t let you walk alone.” He persisted. 

You glared at him and tightened your jacket around you. “I’m not getting on your bike.” You had always feared his mean, dark and dangerous looking bike. 

He took his black helmet off and faced you again. His deep blue eyes looking deep into yours. “You’ll be fine doll, there’s not need to be afraid. All you have to do is hold me tight.” he spoke with a smirk. 

To be honest, he looked like he was warm too. Plus it began drizzling a little and if you didn’t accept to take a ride with him, you’d have a cold by the time you made it back to your dorm. “Fine.” you muttered and Bucky quickly handed you the other, matching, helmet he always kept. 

The ride back to campus was just how you imagined it would be; quiet with just the sound of the cold wind and light rain. Your arms wrapped around his torso instinctively and your heart raced as how close he was to you. His warm, hard and firm back pressing against you. You hated that you enjoyed the ride. 

“So can I take you out?” he asked, out of nowhere once you got off his bike. 

You eyes widened at him. “Give up Bucky. I won’t date you.” 

He smirked, like he had been ready for this. “Why? ‘Cause you like Steve?” He sounded all cocky again. 

“What? No. He’s a good friend.” 

“Prove it.” Bucky scoffed. And you raised your eyebrow at him. He spoke again, “Go out with me and prove it. Else I’ll just lie and tell everyone that you’re in love with Steve.” 

You sighed, annoyed and lowkey blushing. “What are we, five year olds?” 

Bucky smirked and parked his bike and got off. Watching him get off that mean bike of his and removing his helmet was no less than watching a strip show. It excited you just the same. The way his arms flexed, and how he secured that helmet under his arm and how his dog tags looked all shiny in the dimmed lights and the look in his eyes... oh the look in his stormy blue eyes... 

He approached you, leaned in closer, grabbed your chin in between his cold fingers and pressed his lips to yours. You were surprised, but once you got a taste of his lips, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. 

He kissed you deeply, taking his time and savoring you. His tongue stroking the top of your mouth and making you all crazy. He placed his hand at your waist gently, pulling you closer. He kissed you until the taste of his mouth was branded in your head.

Moments later, when he pulled away he looked at you and mumbled, “Gotta say, you taste sweeter than the goodies at the bakery.” He winked and left. Left you standing there and admitting that yes – you were indeed falling under his spell and you were diving in head first.

Fuck, this is gonna be messy.

First date, he came to pick you up and took you to a cozy, warm diner not far from campus.

Second date, at a beach just in time to catch the sunset.

By the third date, you began realizing that actually Bucky wasn’t as bad as everyone thought he was. Sure he was cocky and arrogant, but he was also a deep thinker and a little bit of a space nerd. He had conspiracy theories on almost everything.

You two kept your… close bond, if you will, a secret. Especially from Steve. How could you tell your best friend that you had been going on dates with his half-brother whom he doesn’t quite get along with?

“Why do you hate Steve?” you dropped the question one night, as you and Bucky sneaked out and went to get ice cream.

“He’s always had it easy. Too easy. He’s perfect, everyone loves him. For once, I… I just need to have something that he can’t have.” His answer rubbed you the wrong way a little.

“Is that why I’m here? Is that why we’ve been hanging out, just so you could show off to Steve?” you asked, and he got quiet. “Bucky?” you called out, ready to leave if he didn’t answer right away.

He looked up at you sheepishly. “In the beginning, yes. But then falling for you wasn’t in the plan, it just sort of happened.” He continued, lowering his eyes. “You’re amazing. You’re kind, and warm and you don’t sugarcoat shit. You say it as it is. You’re not afraid to point out my mistakes. I need that. I need you.”

Oh…

You initially thought you’d be pissed off, but instead, you felt really confident and cocky. “So you like me?”

From that day on, things changed between you and Bucky. You began meeting and going out more frequently. Whenever your roommate was out, Bucky would sneak in and stay the night. He was quite an affectionate guy, much to your surprise.

Lots of hugs and kisses

Even more bike rides.

Dating fratboy/biker/bastard son!Bucky would include;

Realizing how much cleaner and tidy Bucky’s room was compared to the rest of the boys at the frat house

Always being invited to the frat house parties

Eventually telling Steve about you and Bucky. He wasn’t the happiest person when he heard it, but he did tell you that if Bucky hurts you, he would kick his ass and would enjoy it.

Not talking about his family, especially his dad, because it upsets him.

Him ditching ‘the boys’ to come hang out with you.

Him scaring away any potential new friends of yours with his tattoos, dog tags and stand-offish manner.

Movie nights would mainly be him watching the movie while cuddling you, but all your attention would go to his sleeves of tattoos and you could spend hours and hours just admiring them.

Playing with his dog tags whenever you’re napping together and he falls asleep faster.

Stealing his leather jackets, thinking he doesn’t notice because he has LOTS of them. Him noticing but letting you take them anyways.

Him picking you up and dropping to wherever you needed to go on his sexy bike. Oh you loved it.

You being a positive influence on him, and encouraging him to get his grades up and stop messing around so much. He was still just as mischievous, only a much better student as well.

And lots of sex; Bucky Barnes was insatiable…

“Babe come on,” he’d whine each time he’d come over to find you studying. “You can study later.” Making his way over to where you were sat in your bed. He’d make himself comfortable beside you, pushing his face into your neck and kissing your skin until you could no longer focus on homework. He’d smirk each time, knowing he was successful in distracting you and that now he’d have you all to himself for the rest of the night.

Bucky was also very jealous. Territorial, he preferred to call it.

“You’re mine, and I don’t want you around other guys.”

“Steve’s my friend! He’s your brother for fuck’s sake!”

“Half brother! And no, he’s not your friend. He wants you.”

“Bucky, shut up-,”

He’d cut you off with a kiss, pushing you against the wall and pinning your hands above your head. Kissing you hard, and making you moan a little. “I don’t wanna argue. You’re mine, and that’s that.”

He’d undress you in less than a minute; his lips and hands never leaving your body. He’d have you gasping and begging for more before he even touches you properly.

His hand would find it’s way in between your legs, fingers slipping past your wet entrance. You’d whine and hold on to him as he finger-fucks you. “Whose making you feel this good, huh baby?” he’d ask, all cocky and being the little shit he is. You’d moan his name and he’d chuckle. “That’s right, I am.” He’d lean in to whisper, “You belong to me. Your sweet, pretty little cunt is mine, you hear me?”

Okay but imagine him fucking you right there against the wall because he just needs to hear to scream his name and he’s too impatient to walk to the bed.

Legs wrapped around his waist, his tattooed arms holding you up, his cold dog tags pressing against your bare chest each time he spreads you open and pounds into you; each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

He’d moan right in your ear, growling each time your walls clenched around him, fucking you hard and fast. “You’re all mine, you get that?” he say through gritted teeth as he rams his cock in and out of you; making you tear up and moan at how well he filled you up and stretched you out.

After making you cum around his cock, he’d probably take you to bed and fuck you again. Pinning your sensitive body down on the bed and pounding into you until you came again, and again. Or maybe he’d eat you out; gently teasing you with his tongue and tasting you until you were so sensitive and overstimulated that you’d have to push him off or beg him to stop.

“Will you be mine?” he asked one night as the two of you were tangled in bed, bodies warm and damp due to fucking like animals just minutes ago.

“Thought I already was.” you teased.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “I meant, my girlfriend. Officially.”

You looked up at him and leaned in to kiss his jaw. “Yes.”