#did u think he wasn’t gonna use the rock. what’s happening. were u taking a piss.

[atopvisenyashill]

Ive seen lot of discourse about it esp pre season 2 so i wanna know your thoughts on the Driftmark scene .

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i think the most too blame people are the adults. in fact i don’t really blame the children at all. i think it’s stupid to get up in arms about luke using a knife on aemond when like, in the book, it’s not even treated as weird that this five year old is walking around with a dagger. i think the fact that luke only uses the dagger once jacaerys starts losing the fight against aemond shows that luke has a child’s understanding of violence; he goes for the eye to stop the fight, and doesn’t grasp that maiming aemond is a very serious thing that he can’t undo. i think both aemond and jacaerys think the best thing, The Dutiful Thing is to deal with this situation themselves, because they’re Almost A Man Grown, and they’re too angry (and too childish bc they’re literal children) to realize that the mature thing to do is to LEAVE THE SITUATION and GO GET A GROWNUP and of course, it escalates to a horrific degree (they’re both doing this for different reasons, but it amounts to the same sort of “the right thing to do is to be a man and handle this silly fight myself” line of thinking). we can have a lot of conversations about people’s tempers and who started the fight, and what the addition of a rock or the girlsdoes to the dynamic but i just feel that ultimately, this fight went on for too long bc they were not being supervised correctly. i have a really hard time blaming a five year old who was given a dagger for using that dagger nor do i think it’s on aemond to anticipate that the toddler he picked a fight with would bring both a wooden sword AND a dagger to a fistfight. also i’m sorry but it is darkly funny that a twelve year old got jumped by two toddlers, sue me. the blame doesn’t lie with them, i don’t think any of the three of them realized it would escalate so quickly, and then everyone around them acted INSANE afterwards.

now when we get into the fallout of it. first of all, i think people are purposefully obtuse about why rhaenyra goes on the offensive. i cannot stress enough that part of the issue here is that she’s committing treason which is punishable by death. does she help the situation at all? no. but “she’s mad they said the truth” is like saying cersei is only mad at ned bc he said the truth; they’re mad bc someone knowing the truth means they could die. i think both rhaenyra & alicent start acting crazy bc now this issue between them has spilled out between their kids in like a REAL in your face way and they’re both looking for viserys to like, DO SOMETHING do anything, and when they feel like he’s not doing enough they decide “fuck it time to show him EYE can cross the line if i have to” and viserys responds by making it worse 😭

secondly, laying out how viserys just completely fucks this. he’s the one who makes this disastrous decision to make it illegal to talk about his grandsons, confines his heir away from court, and then refuses to acknowledge that like, it was pretty fucked up thing that just happened to his son, so everyone walks away with some sort of righteous fury over the event and once again digs in their heels to make the dumb, violent decisions that help escalate this entire thing into war. and it’s not even that viserys is trying to do the right thing and just failing, like say, egg & the issues he has with succession, viserys is trying to do the easiest thing, the thing that gets everyone to stop yelling at him & do what he says. bro they are taking eyes out and threatening to torture each other. this is so far beyond something that can be fixed with a kiss on the cheek. these are two opposing sides CONVINCED the other is going to kill them, it’s not like him & rhaenys or him & daemon. but he just says “it’s fixed it’s fine” and goes home. why are dads like this.

[sturniolosangel]

save a horse ride a?

warnings: best friend dynamic, innocent bambi!reader, experienced!matt, flirting, kissing, thigh riding, corruption in a way, not proof read as always

a/n: first day of kinktober baby! i really hope you guys enjoy the whole month of fics! this is just a small of what big things are coming all puns intended. as always i🤍u

summary: reader is starting to obsessed over the farm life especially cowboys. what happens when matt takes her to the country and dresses the part?

i sat happy in front of matt as he showed me an air bnb he rented for the two of us on the country side. “matt i didn’t think you would actually book the trip” i spoke softly. “of course anything for you but go pack your bags we leave tomorrow morning” he replied back. i sat up almost skipping to my bedroom to pack up my stuff.

once i was done grabbing all of my things it was around 8pm and matt said he had ordered food so i walked downstairs to meet him. “love hurry the foods gonna get cold” he slightly raised his voice. “i’m here calm down” i giggled. i sat with him as i put on a show while matt go the food ready.

as soon as we were done eating i was wiped out an ready for bed. “matt come onn im tired” i grabbed his hand dragging him up the steps.

the next morning..

me and matt are sitting in the car his hand on my thigh as he drove. “we’re here i’ll help you get your stuff just go unlock the door the code is 5555” matt spoke lightly as he got up. “on it” i smiled as i got up to the door.

all of our stuff was now unpacked and matt had planned horse riding for us so i started to get ready. i chose a red and white plaid dress and some brown cowgirl boots. “love! are you almost ready we have to leave soon” matt yelled from down the steps. “yeah i’m about to be done” i yelled back.

i walked down the steps to meet a very hot matt with a red and black plaid button up with a black cowboy hat. i felt a werid feeling in my body as a wet patch started to grow in my underwear. “so how do i look?” matt ask softy. “really good you know i gotta thing for cowboys” i whispered back. matt smirked as he grabbed his keys and waved his hand to follow him outside.

we arrived to farm as i saw all the pretty horses. “i want that one” i said as i pointed to white one. “i want this one” matt replied to the black one ironically standing next to the white one. i giggled as the instructor helped us get each of the horses.

i already knew how to ride a horse but seeing matt struggle was the best part. as the horse picked up the saddle rubbed in the right spot as i gasped out. matt came next to me on his horse “you okay” he asked “yeah just fine” i replied as i blushed.

matt was now infront of me and god did he look good. this unfamiliar feeling rose in my body again and i felt like i had an itch that i couldn’t scratch. when we were done i make sure to get a picture of matt and us with the horses.

as we got back to the air bnb i had to ask matt about what i was feeling was bothering me so bad i felt like i was gonna burst. “matt.. can you please come here” i called out from the bedroom. i could hear footsteps getting closer. “yeah what’s wrong love?” he said coming into the room.

“i feel something very weird and i think i might need help” i spoke softly. “what’s it that you’re feeling” he questioned. “it’s like an urge down there and i have no idea what to do like it almost hurts” i said embarrassed. matt seem to understand and wasn’t confused at all “come here baby” he patted his thigh.

i got up and sat up on his thigh and wrapped my hands around his neck. “can you help me?” i questioned desperately. “i got you, just be patient” he whispered. he grabbed my waist as he slowly rocked my hip back and forth on his jeans. i threw my head back as i felt some relief.

“feels really good matt” he took my face in his palm an connected our lips. i groaned into his mouth as my hips started to move on their own. he disconnected our lips to lift me up to my feet to reach his hands under my dress to slide off my panties.

“sit back down baby” he spoke a little more demanding. i sat back down on his thigh as i felt a new type of feeling. he pushed on my waist to add pressure as i rocked my now bare pussy against him. “fuck..” i moaned out.

matt took his flannel off and threw it on the floor leaving him with a black tank on. his lips started to leave kisses along my neck and his hands started to kneed my boobs through my dress. my hips bucked onto his thigh not knowing how this could feel so good. “matt i need to feel your touch.. please” i whined out.

“like this baby” his thumb started to rub my clit as my eyes rolled back and my back arched. “yes! fuck that feels amazing” i almost screamed out.

i felt the pressure build up in my stomach as i put my head in his neck as my hand slide up to his cowboy head and gripped my fingers around it. “that’s it love keep going you’re doing so good” matt spoke into my ear.

i picked up my paste as i felt the wetness spread onto his pants. “matt i think im gonna!…” before i could finished i was cumming all over matt’s leg as i gripped on his shirt and my legs started to shake. “good girl you feel better now?” matt said rubbing my back.

“so much better matt but i’m so tired” i spoke cuddling my head into his neck. “it’s okay baby we’ll go get a bath” he picked me up and took me to the bathroom as he sat me on the counter and started the bath. he started to take my clothes off and his and he picked me up once again and sitting us in the bathtub.

“if you ever have the feeling when you’re with me tell me you know i’ll always help my baby” he whispered. i rolled my head back onto his chest. “of course who else would i be so comfortable with asking” i said slowly closing my eyes to relax.

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a/n: i’m sorry this took me forever to get out today but trust everything will be posted everyday just takes time. i hope you enjoyed the little insta post at the end as well trying some new things! also some tags aren’t working so bare with me! i🤍u

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[mvltisstuff]

Heyy, i love your fics so michh, can u make Buck x reader, they have a newborn girl and reader is stressed because the baby won't stop crying and buck helps her. Take your time!💋

close to you - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

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a/n: this is such a great idea, and i’m so happy you asked me to execute it <3 madeline is also inspired by the name maddie, as i feel like that’s so cute for buck :((

madeline was a gift from the moment y/n took time off work because of her pregnancy. she was a gift the moment they decided on a name. she was a gift the moment she entered the world in the small hospital room.

however, y/n despised herself for thinking part of it was a curse. she loved her daughter more than anything in the world despite the short amount of weeks that she had arrived. buck had gone back to work, but y/n needed more time to recover from the birth. she got the pleasure of staying home with her baby, and she genuinely thought so.

it wasn’t until the constant screams came through madeline’s mouth that y/n started to get more and more tensed. her head was pounding, her body was sore and she just wanted to give her baby peace.

she felt like the worst mother in the world, not being able to comfort or secure her baby girl. she figured it would come naturally. in reality, it’s never been harder.

she cried when she was hungry, needed a diaper change, sleepy, or she just cried. it seemed like it was always that she just cried and screamed. it burned in y/n’s ear painfully as she listened to the squeals of her daughter. she just wanted her to be happy, and buck wasn’t there to help.

“mad, please.” y/n begged when her eyes started to water again, and the quiet squeaks left her baby’s soft cheeks. “i’m so sorry, i want to help you.”

y/n sighed as she rocked the baby in her arms, the bags under her eyes only getting darker as she stayed up with madeline. buck was exhausted when he came home, so he just went to sleep. y/n was fine with that as he did everything he could for his girls, all the time.

she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss buck every hour.

he had some type of paternal magic to him that eased madeline. it brought her down to earth, and it gave y/n time to relax. her hormones were all over to place. every time her baby cried, it flooded her body was sadness and exhaustion. she was deeply jealous of buck secretly because of the ease he seemed to have with handling their child.

“hey, dad,” hen smiled, seeing buck walk back into the station after a few weeks with his wife and baby alone. “how’s y/n and the baby?”

“they’re good, i feel so bad leaving them though.”

“it’s hard to leave, that’s the last thing i wanted to do when we first got denny.”

“it’s just- i talk to you about anything, right?”

“of course, buck! what makes you say that, though.”

“madeline cries a lot, and i can just tell in y/n’s face that somethings wrong. i mean, i get that babies cry, but it just seems like it’s taking a huge toll on y/n. i don’t want her thinking she’s a bad mom, and if what happened to maddie happens to her,” buck thinks back to his sister, who went to hell and back trying to be a better mom for jee-yun. it breaks his heart to even consider y/n feeling left in the dark the same way. “i can’t handle that.”

“listen, buck,” hen lands a hand on his shoulder. “it’s going to be ok. you could even go for a little longer off work, you came back really soon.”

“y/n said it’d be good for us, and make me happier.”

“but is it making things easier? you both need to be doing this together. y/n’s saying a lot of stuff she doesn’t mean, and her mind is running at a 100 miles an hour.”

“i know,” buck says. “i’m gonna see her after the shift, i’ll talk to bobby. see what i can do.”

y/n continued to pace around the kitchen for hours, her lower back beginning to ache and her ears hurting from the wails of the baby in her arms. she tried everything from feeding her to rocking her in her swing, but nothing seemed to stop the cries of her daughter.

“madeline, please, i’m begging you,” y/n whines, practically on her knees for her child to stop crying.

the cries quickly started to blend in, y/n realizing that they’ll never go away. she wasn’t sick or anything, y/n repeatedly checked, but madeline still was just simply unhappy. and, y/n swore she was the problem.

buck arrived home late in the night, hours past dinner and inching closer to the bedtime of their casual family. when he opened the door, he just knew that y/n was in there with their baby, struggling to hang on and fix the problem.

“y/n?” he calls out, wandering around their home and finally landing in the nursery. the light purple walls and decorations were darkened, y/n and madeline sitting in the chair together. y/n’s shirt had been pulled down so she was able to feed madeline, but it seemed like no use. the baby in her arms was still weeping and throwing her tiny hands around. “oh, y/n.”

her blank expression told it all, along with the dark bags under her eyes. “she’s so upset, buck, i don’t know what to do.” y/n murmurs slightly over the cries of the baby.

“it’s ok, honey, we’re gonna figure it out.” y/n’s eyes just water with each tear that drops from madeline’s eyes. “no, no, it’s okay, y/n.”

“i’m sorry, i’m just so tired.”

“i know, i’m here now. we can fix this, okay?” y/n swipes under her eyes, taking in sharp breaths and trying to steady herself. “hey, honey, listen to me. you’re ok, madeline’s ok, i’m ok. we’ll be alright.

she nods as his arm touches her side, the baby wrapped in his other arm. “alright. why don’t you hold her, and i’m gonna go see if our noise machine is here yet.”

buck rustles through packages and gifts from their baby shower and tries to find anything that might help their girl sleep, and anything that will bring relief to y/n.

“i found it! it’ll be white noise, which we should’ve tried sooner. i don’t know if it’ll work, but it won’t hurt to try.”

buck allowed y/n to place the baby in her crib, letting her tiny body rest against the soft mattress. they turned the lights off and plugged in the machine, which sang out the staticky white noise that calmed their daughter.

her crying started to come to a halt after a bit of hearing the noise, her adorable little eyes shutting after a bit to finally rest. y/n could feel her whole body relax under seeing her baby finally sleep, as it had felt like days.

she felt like crying, she felt like sleeping, but she also felt like she had so much to do. the house was a mess, her baby had finally gotten to sleep, but she also wanted to sleep. it felt like one thing after another, and buck looked over again to see a y/n staring at the ground.

“what’s the matter? talk to me, y/n.”

“i’m not cut out for this,” her shaky voice comes out, his hands on the sides of her arms.

“what? of course you are!”

“i can barely manage to keep this house together, let alone keep our baby happy and i haven’t even been able to go back to work! i feel like shit and i just want to be happy with my baby, but i don’t even know if she’s happy and-“

“alright, i know,” she allows herself to fall into bucks grasp, as he worries silently for her in his mind. he can feel the exhaustion venting off her body, begging for sleep and somewhere to lay in peace and quiet. “i don’t want you worrying about anything else. let’s go to sleep, and i’m gonna help you, i promise. i’m never leaving either of your sides.”

his arms warmly grasp her body clad in a soft set. he leads her to their shared bed, pulling the blankets out and holding her as she finally gets her deserved sleep.

[sphericaldice]

"Best Friends"

Ao3

Gou was acutely aware of his own flesh.

Of course, he’d inhabited the same body his whole life, but there was something odd and foreign about it. Something was missing. And it made Gou miserable. When he was little it wasn’t so bad. A baggy shirt and shorts were all it took to get the message across. And his friends were supportive. Well, friend singular. When he and Koharu played house it was always understood that he’d play the “dad”. When they played pokedolls she was the Clefairy and he was Gengar. Things were simple, almost painless. He may not have had many pals but he was on top of the world.

It wasn't until puberty that everything changed. That he changed. Gou could not bear to look at himself in the bathroom mirror after his long showers. His male classmates were growing taller, stronger, hairier, and he was not. So he withdrew from them, even more than before, masking his fierce loneliness with an air of faux grandiose. He withdrew from Koharu too, not like they weren’t growing apart anyway. Her heart was set on finishing school and he had no plans to step foot in that building again.

Would catching Mew make him feel like a man?

It wasn't until he met Satoshi that everything changed. Again. After the pair had sailed the skies atop Luigia’s back, Gou decided Satoshi was his friend, no take-backs and no refunds.

His first real friend.

Satoshi had been by his side when Gou caught his first Pokemon and subsequently lost his first battle. He’d been there when he left Kanto for the first time. Galar, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Johto…Thanks to Satoshi’s friendship, he’d been to places he’d never even dreamed of visiting. Beheld Pokemon he didn't even know existed. And Gou couldn’t deny, that finally having another male companion was weirdly authenticating.

Gou didn't know how it happened. Sometime after dozens of sleepovers in the Sakuragi Institute and countless long train rides where the pair would talk like they’d known each other their whole young lives. Gou’s boyish fondness for his newfound friend metamorphosised into something more. Something foreign. Something that made his cheeks flush and his heart lurch. Something that occupied his mind many a night as he listened to Satoshi slumber in the bunk bed above. And it scared him.

He’d known for a while that dudes could like dudes and chicks could like chicks. Hell, he was pretty sure Koharu swung that way. But did Satoshi like guys? And if he did, would he like a guy like Gou? Would anyone?

One quiet night at Sakuragi Park Gou decided to bare his soul to his friend. And on that same night, Satoshi had taken Gou’s face in his hands and dispelled his every worry.

His first kiss. Had it really been six months since then? And they’d done much more since then. As much as Gou hated his body, Satoshi was the only one he trusted with it. The only one he’d-

“Gou?” Satoshi eyed him quizically. “Hey, you okay?”

Gou shook his head, realising he’d been swept away in thought. “Sorry, man, I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

Gou smiled, “Just…us.”

“Awe,” Satoshi leaned forward and planted a kiss on Gou’s cheek. “That’s real cute, but you missed the best part!” he gestured theatrically at the television set.

It was some Unovan Pokewood flick Gou had hardly been paying attention to.

“Oh come on, this movie is so corny,” Gou chuckled, rolling his eyes, “obviously Typhlosian is gonna beat Mega Tyranitar and save the city.”

“Hey, no spoilers!”

This time they both laughed. Satoshi fished the remote from between the couch cushions and flipped off the television. The living room was a bit darker now.

“Well,” Satoshi began, rocking lightly, “what do you wanna do now? Mom doesn’t get back until 10 and it's only 8:30’.”

Gou looked away shyly, “I mean, we could take advantage of the privacy…” He wasn’t nearly as forward as he wished he was, but luckily Satoshi seemed to get the message.

With a Thievel-like grin, Satoshi reached out to guide Gou’s chin with his finger until they were facing one another again. Gou parted his lips and within seconds the other boy was upon him. Gou sighed longingly as their tongues met, swirling about, and they melted into one another. Craving something to fill his hands, Gou abruptly grabbed his mate’s ass and squeezed. Satoshi moaned needily into his mouth and Gou could feel him growing against his thigh. In a similar vein, his boxers began to feel damp.

Craving more stimulation Gou bucked his hips against his friend’s erection, and Satoshi followed suit, grinding into him, rocking his hips deliberately as he withdrew his tongue to nibble on Gou’s lip.

Gou mewled at the contact, “Satoshi…” Arceus, he was embarrassing himself.

“Gou…” Satoshi returned.

“Satoshi? Um…”

“What’s up?” he sat up.

Gou racked his brain for the right words. He was never the most vulnerable guy around. “Is it okay if we,” he gulped, “go upstairs?”

Satoshi’s, usually the feistier of the two, turned impossibly red. “Like to my room?”

Gou waved his hands awkwardly “Ah well uh, we don’t have to! It was just a suggestion!”

“No it’s okay,” he took one of Gou’s frantic hands and smiled tenderly at him, “I’d…like that.

Gou’s stomach did several seismic tosses as the two ascended the stairs to the second floor. He’s been to Satoshi’s house before, but that was during the day. And he’d been in Satoshi’s room, but that was while Ms Hanako or Mr Mime had been home.

They situated themselves atop Satoshi’s bed, silently save for the creek of the old bedframe. The heavy petting did not resume immediately, however. There was a thick uncertainty lingering in the air, a presence that was absent every other time they’d made out or grinded. If it weren't for the streak of intrusive moonlight from the bedroom window, Gou wouldn’t be able to see Satoshi’s uncharacteristically bashful visage.

“So,” Gou began, in the most nonchalant tone he could fake, “whatcha thinking?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

That was it. Gou’s heart could have lept from his chest right then and there. Shit, it could have exploded with how fast it was beating. “Uh, what?” Was all he could manage. He felt light-headed.

“Sorry. I just was like. Looking at you and…uh-”

“N-no it's fine!” Gou sputtered, “I think you’re uh. Very pretty. I mean handsome!”

Satoshi rocked back and forth and gave a nervous, but genuine, chuckle, “Thanks, man.”

The few seconds of silence that followed felt like aeons to Gou. At last, he took a deep breath and decided to say what was really on his mind. “Satoshi, do you remember last week at the forest?”

“Heh, yea. That was fun.”

“It was…but do you remember what you said afterwards?” He turned away sheepishly. “How you wanted to, um, be close to me?” Gou observed Satoshi’s rocking speed increase from the corner of his eye.

“Yea, I do…But I know you don’t really like taking your pants off so-”

“I think I’m ready.” Gou cut him off, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would somehow mitigate the embarrassment of being vulnerable. “I really like you and…I just know you’re the one I want to…do this with, okay?”

Satoshi exhaled, “Yea…yeah, okay.” He laughed again, “Wow. It’s not like me to be anxious like this.”

“If you don’t want to-”

“No!” He grabbed both of Gou’s hands, forcing their gazes to meet, “I want this more than anything right now.”

Gou took a deep breath. For once, his confidence felt real. “Then I’ll start!”

Satoshi’s eyes widened as Gou threw off his grey sweatshirt. Then, with a much slower pace, he peeled off his tank top, discarding it beside the other garment.

Satoshi raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” His classic playfulness had returned.

“I’ll unbind once I see some skin, buddy.” Gou teased back.

“Oh yea?” With that remark, Satoshi rid himself of his single-striped tee shirt in one motion.

Gou hadn’t considered how little layers his mate wore compared to him and felt silly. But a deal was a deal. “You wanna do the honours?”

“Hell yea!” He leaned in, one hand resting on Gou’s slender waist while the other eagerly unzipped Gou’s binder, freeing the boy’s tits. He then slid the spandex thing off his brown shoulders.

Gou pulled his companion in close and kissed him passionately, their bare chests pressed against each other’s. “We’re halfway there…” he whispered.

He grazed downwards, to suck on Satoshi’s neck, meanwhile, the other boy was shimmying out of his shorts and…

Gou gasped when he realised the length he felt against his thigh was bare and damp. He glanced downwards.

“Well…here I am.” Satoshi said in an undertone. A smirk was plastered across his tanned face but he was blushing heavily. “And you?”

There was a herd of racing Rapidash in Gou’s chest. For a moment it felt like the room was spinning. He closed his eyes, and with all the courage he could muster, he grabbed the elastic of his sweatpants and underwear and began to slide them off. “Well,” He sighed plaintively, “this is me.”

“Whoa.” Satoshi beamed tenderly, “Awesome.”

Gou was acutely aware of his own flesh. Had been for a long, long time. He avoided looking at himself, but now, his first friend was looking at him. All of him. And it wasn't so bad. He’d go so far as to say it was, “Amazing.”

“What is?” Satoshi asked.

“You.”

“Heh.”

“Can I…?”

Gou reached forward and drew his finger along Satoshi’s sensitive length eliciting a shudder. Want, and awe mixed with a peculiar envy swirled about his heart. Satoshi closed his eyes and breathed out before slumping forward, resting his head between his companion’s bare neck and shoulder. So Gou added a second finger, and a third and a fourth until he was gently grasping his full arousal.

“Gou…” he whimpered.

Guided by instinct alone, Gou stroked up and down, rotating his wrist like the throttle on a motorbike. The sounds Satoshi made were too much for him to handle, so needy and desperate…before he knew it, his other hand was fumbling the entrance of his wetness, whimpering as he did so. He rarely touched himself but he couldn’t help it.

Satoshi opened his eyes once more and observed Gou’s plight, “Gou,” he murmured, “let me see.”

Gou shook his head, “Are you sure?” he whined. Sure his friend claimed he didn’t care what kind of guy he was, but was that really true? If he saw…it, would he be as grossed out as Gou was?

Satoshi took the hand Gou was prodding himself with and replaced it with his own, “Let me take care of you…” He drew circles with a curious finger around Gou’s opening, then carefully he slid the digit up and down his labia, over and over again.

“Arceus…” Gou swore, “How do you know how to..?”

Satoshi snickered, “I’ve seen a few videos.” He pressed himself into Gou, guiding him down onto his back until he was nearly on top of him. “These have been pretty neglected, haven't they?” He latched on to one of Gou’s nipples and began to tend to it.

Gou cried out at the stimulation, the pressure growing in his loins was enough to burn. When Satoshi slid in a digit it was as if he’d been hit with a Blazing Torque.

“Satoshi,” Gou groaned, “I think…I think I’m ready.”

“I think I’m ready too, Gou.” Satoshi breathed, “Oh, hold on.” he gently withdrew himself and leaned over to the bedside drawer, withdrawing something flat and foil. “I borrowed this from Mom’s room.”

It was a condom. Nidoking brand.

For Gou, this raised quite a few questions about Ms Hanako, but those could wait. Right now all he cared about was having Satoshi inside of him. Making Satoshi his forever.

Satoshi undid the foil packaging and clumsily readied himself. “O-okay!”

Gou was too excited, too in love for fear or even shame. He opened his arms to embrace Satoshi completely. And when the other boy’s arousal finally found his opening, they became one. They rocked their bodies together in a rugged rhythm, Satoshi thrusting greedily. When they kissed again Gou was transported to another world, it was sloppy and frenzied, their wet lips and tongues sliding about, unable to quite latch on with all the motion. Then Gou began to sob.

Satoshi immediately pulled back, startled and concerned, “Gou?! Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

Tears streamed down Gou’s face, as he reached out a hand for Satoshi to grab. “Satoshi,” he choked out between pants, “you’re my best friend…you’re my best friend, Satoshi.”

Tears now graced the edges of Satoshi’s eyes and tumbled down until he began to cry as well, “You’re my best friend, Gou. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” He wiped his face with the back of a sweaty hand, “now come on, keep going!” He teased.

Determined, Satoshi took hold of Gou’s hips and rocked aggressively, “Gou, I think I’m gonna…”

Pressure built in Gou’s lower abdomen like a pot of water nearing its boiling point. “It’s okay, me too, we can finish together.”

Within moments, Gou’s body went limp and he saw stars, Satoshi following suit with a great spasm of his hips. All the pair could do was lay there uselessly, thoroughly exhausted by their first endeavour.

After a minute or so of awkwardly ridding himself of the ravished condom and a quick trip to the bathroom to flush it, Satoshi was back in bed arms wrapped around his beloved, this time under the green covers.

“I never thought I’d be able to do…that” Gou mused drowsily.

“Well, I’m sure glad we did,” Satoshi replied, nuzzling into Gou’s dishevelled hair.

“It’s 9:30 by the way. We should probably clean up before your mom-”

Satoshi planted a soft finger on his best friend’s supple lips. “Five more minutes, won’t hurt.”

But before long, the two best friends had dozed off.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - personal challenge

Hiya, I love ur writing. Any chance u could do something with mr evershed x student reader who has Tourette’s. If ur not comfortable with that maybe something to do with adhd? X - Anon💜

Sitting in the classroom, you were rocking back and forth on your chair while you waited for whatever teacher it was you were supposed to have for the day.

“You’re gonna fall…” Sam whispered.

You grinned a little at her and shrugged.

“Means I get a few days off.”

She laughed and did the same as you, both of you talking about what you were going to do after school.

She decided she didn’t want to go back to the hostel, so you said she could come to yours instead since your parents were away for the week and they wouldn’t care.

You decided to talk about what to do when you both got there and what you wanted to order for dinner when Mrs Carp walked in and you groaned a little.

“What a bitch…” you mumbled.

Sam laughed and put her chair back on the floor but you didn’t.

“Put your chair on the floor (Y/N).”

“It is on the floor Miss.”

“All four legs.” She snapped.

You looked at her.

“Why? It’s not like I’m gonna be hurting anyone. Maybe myself but that’s not the point, it’s my chair, not yours. So nope.”

“I’m going to warn you once more time.” She said lowly.

You made a face at her and set your chair down and she started to teach the lesson using whatever she had been by the original teacher.

You were bored though.

Not only did you hate math, but you hated Mrs Carp too, so you were thinking of any possible way that you could get out of the class.

You mindlessly swung on your chair again, resting the back of it against the wall as you read the book in your lap.

“Do you know the answer (Y/N)?”

“What?”

“Clearly you need to be taught how to pay attention. What’s the answer?”

You looked at the math problem she put on the board and shrugged a little.

“Do I look like I know that? Seriously miss I grades would say otherwise.”

A few students snickered and watched what was going to happen next, having been in a few classes with you and the teacher they knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“It isn’t rocket science, at your age you should know this.”

“Oh at my age? And I suppose at your age you should be in a nursing home?”

“Right get out!”

You smirked happily to yourself and grabbed your bag, leaving the classroom with a sarcastic wave and started to aimlessly wonder the hallways.

It was the last lesson of the day, so you could just leave, but you wanted to wait for Sam so you just wondered.

As you were wondering, you walked past Mr Evershed who was looking for someone.

“(Y/N)?”

He turned around and watched you stop in your tracks.

“Uhm… no?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in math?”

“Stranger danger!”

With that you took off running down the hallway and Mr Evershed just stood there confused about what he was supposed to do.

He couldn’t exactly go chasing after a student, but he also didn’t know what class you had just come from, all he knew was that you had math.

He watched you sprint around the corner, nearly crashing into a wall and he sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided to just leave you, he was sure whoever it was would email him or come speak to him so he carried on what he was doing.

And he was right Mrs Carp came to tell him what had happened and all he could do was sigh again.

“I’ll have a word with them in the morning, thank you.”

Before he became a teacher he had no clue who you were, but since becoming the acting head teacher he had heard your name so much the moment someone said it he assumed you were in trouble.

The following morning you were stood outside the gate taking to Sam while you sipped some of the drink in the van you were holding.

“Morning you two, (Y/N) can we have a word?” Mr Evershed said.

“Morning sir, I’ll see you later (Y/N).”

Sam jogged away and you looked at the headteacher.

“I will have to politely decline your request, school hasn’t started yet and I really should avoid unnecessary stress.”

“If anything going to stress you out it’s that drink, it’s not even 9 in the morning and your drinking an energy drink?”

“If it makes you feel better it’s my second one.”

“That really doesn’t make me feel better. Are we really going to stand here and wait for the bell to go?” He sighed.

You hummed a little, rocking back and forth on the skateboard as you shrugged.

“Hey, I’m here it counts for something.”

“Because you legally have to be here?”

“Yeah pretty much.” You nodded.

Mr Evershed sighed and looked at his watch, seeing you still had ten minutes before the bell went he leant against the gate and looked at you.

“So, I heard about yesterday. Want to tell me what happened?”

“No thank you.”

“(Y/N), what happened?”

“I’m gonna be real with you sir, I actually can’t even remember, but I can tell you that your tie makes you look old.”

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you.

“Really? We’re just asking to be placed in isolation today aren’t we?”

“Hey, outside of school. I can say whatever I want here.”

He shook his head a little and smiled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many teachers complaining about one student (Y/N), seriously, I can’t tell if I should be worried or impressed.”

“I personally think you should be impressed. Can’t be worried about something you can’t control.”

“What makes you think we can’t keep you in line?”

“I mean, I can barely keep myself in line so…”

The bell rang and you picked up your skateboard, walking through the gates and towards the reception where you were stopped from going any further.

“Drink in the bin, and my office please we still need to talk about this.”

“We have all day to talk, or if you’re fast enough you can catch me after school. Either way.”

“No, we’re going to talk now.”

You mocked what he said and finished your drink, putting the can in the bin he was holding up for you and walked into his office.

You didn’t sit down though, you simply stood up, setting your bag and skateboard on the floor as you did a little dance while you waited.

“So, wanna tell me what’s causing all these behaviour issues? I mean you’re a bright student, I’ve been your grades. Aside from math and Science you seem to be really good at everything. If you’re struggling we can put some extra help in place you know.”

“Nah that sounds like a lot more work.”

“Well, we have to do something. I need some sort of explanation (Y/N) otherwise I have to consider taking further action.”

You stood on your skateboard, rocking back and forth a little as you looked around his office.

“I have this amazing, amazing condition sir. It’s called ADHD.”

“Right, and why isn’t that in your file them?”

“Because I was diagnosed last year, haven’t got round to it I actually completely forgot.”

“Okay, so is there anything that helps with this?”

“Magic pills.”

“(Y/N).” He warned.

You snickered a little, raising your hands.

“I’m serious! I have medication that’s supposed to help with my adhd helps me concentrate and all that.”

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t been taking them.”

“Nope! Unmedicated for the win!” You grinned.

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you and gestured for you to get of your skateboard which you did.

“Right I’m going to need a doctors letter, and I’m going to have a meeting with your parents. You are to be put in isolation for the day.”

“Oh fun, okay.”

“But you’re going to be spending it in my office, so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get into anymore trouble.”

“Not fun…” you mumbled.

“Skateboard please.”

You walked over and handed it to him and he put it under his desk and pointed for you to go sit at the other table.

“You’re going to be working there today, Loraine is getting you some stuff now.”

You huffed and started to pull books from his bookshelf and he just looked at you defeated knowing it was either let you do that or have you causing chaos.

“If you’re supposed to take your medication why haven’t you been taking it?” He asked.

You looked over, and went back to where you were trying to build a house out of books.

“I forgot.”

“Have you tried setting alarms to remind you?”

“Yeah, but then I forget what my alarms are for. And I also forget to set those half the time too.”

He chuckled a little and shook his head, turning back to his computer so he could finish the email he was typing up for your parents.

You got bored of trying to build a house out of books, and now you were scrolling through your phone.

“No phones during school hours.” He said.

“I get that’s your rule, but it’s a stupid one.”

“I will put you in isolation longer.”

“You wouldn’t, you’re gonna get pretty fed up of me soon.”

“Keep trying, I have kids. It’s going to take more than a hyperactive, unmedicated, student with ADHD to get the best of me.” He grinned.

You smirked, taking that as a personal challenge.

Your task for the day?

To annoy Mr Evershed so much that you prove him wrong and that you can get on his nerves

[bella-goths-wife]

Hi there luv! would it be ok to ask if you are thinking about making second part to Teen reader gets a aggressive bad boy boyfriend? Love it so much and oh boy do i need to know what happens next. Sending about 648,215,147 kisses

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Teen reader with aggressive bad boy boyfriend part two :)

“Have a nice walk?”

David’s voice echoed through the opening of the cave and startled you as he sat on top of the more flat rocks smoking his usual brand of cigarettes

Shit. He wasn’t meant to be back yet

You had James walk you back to your grandfathers house and left him with a kiss before watching him leave until he had walked down the block and around the corner, you then rushed to change back into your original outfit at the side of the house before rushing back to the cave in hopes that no one was in.

You were clearly wrong, and now you were gonna pay the price.

“What do you want David?” You said with false confidence but David could hear your heart thumping in your chest at the thought of being caught.

“Can’t a dad check up on his kid?” He said with a half smirk in an attempt to intimidate.

“You’ve never felt the need before” you mumbled out before you could think

“Well before my kid wasn’t lying to their babysitter and sneaking out” David said, now seething at your attitude.

You froze in your spot as fear filled you and ran down your spine. You were done for, he was gonna kill you.

“She’s not a babysitter, she’s my mother” you spat out in an attempt to bring up an old argument to distract him “she’s looked after me much more than you’ve even attempted”

“That’s funny” David obnoxiously laughed “here I thought your mother was dead”

He knew that would hit you where it hurt after your comment, but the look of anguish that appeared in your eyes made him quickly regret his actions, not that he’d show it. He wanted to win this argument.

“Whatever David” you said as you quickly tried to leave in an attempt to cover up the hurt he actually caused you.

“I didn’t think he’d be your type y’know” he exclaimed as he leaned back on the flattened stone

You looked at him confused.

“What are you taking about?” You questioned

“Your boyfriend” he said casually “I didn’t think punk would be your type, y’know considering you avoid me and your dads like the plague, always thought you’d go for the opposite of us. Like a real choir boy type, guess we fucked you up more than we thought”

You stood in one spot as you tried to process the danger that James was now in, and how you were gonna get him out of it.

“You didn’t think it would actually work out did you?” David questioned

You said nothing and looked down at your shoes

“Oh my god, you actually did!” He laughed loudly as you kept your head down in embarrassment

“Fucking hell (y/n)” he continued “and what did you think would happen when we turn you? You’d see him behind our backs until he died of old age and hope he wouldn’t question why you weren’t getting any older?”

You clenched your fist tightly in an attempt to calm down your emotions.

“Unless…” David faked hesitation “you were gonna run away and live happily ever after with your knight in shining leather”

David was joking, but after seeing the way you averted your eyes and clenched your fist tighter, he knew he was right.

“You were gonna leave us?” He seethed before calmly himself “your not gonna see him again, we’ve let you become spoiled by giving you too much freedom. From now on your not going to the boardwalk with us and you won’t be visiting max anymore.”

Your head shot up as you felt rage build up inside of you at the thought of not being able to leave the cave to see max or James.

“Fuck you” you hissed at David before stomping inside the cave.

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You stomped into the cave with tears balancing on your waterline.

You saw the boys spread around the cave with anxious looks on their faces, you assumed they heard the entire conversation between you and David. Marko jumped up to try and comfort you.

“Aww baby are you okay?” He said as he took your face into his hands “I know it’s hard, but we only want what’s best for you”

“Don’t fucking touch me” you said, disgusted at his words and actions, what’s best for you? Yeah right

“Don’t talk to him like that” David commanded as he stood in front of you, blocking marko’s hurt expression.

“What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Gonna choke me again David?” You mocked, you knew you were treading on thin ice but you didn’t care anymore

“(Y/n), baby maybe we should go to your room to cool down” Dwayne tried to intervene, but it was too late for that. You were out for blood.

“Not now dad, this is between me and David” you put your hand up in an attempt to make him stop before you said something to him that you would regret.

“Dwayne’s right you need to calm down” Paul interjected “we all think you shouldn’t be dating that boy anyway, it’s creepy”

You swerved your head over to Paul and glared into his eyes.

“Creepy?” You questioned with disbelief “what’s creepy is the fact you fuck and kill people who are a year older than your kid”

The room fell silent at your revealed secret, sure the boys had an open thing going on, but with rules. Two of them being that you were to never find out and that they had to be at least 21+ not 18.

“That’s enough kid” Paul broke the silence “we’re talking about you here, and your relationship with that fucking ticking time bomb”

“At least that that ticking time bomb is here for me and not off partying and forget about me” you shouted at Paul for his hypocrisy

“Hey you do not disrespect us like that!” David yelled back “your not seeing that boy again and that’s final”

“What’s stopping me huh?” You smirked at him in anger “what can you do? I’ll leave you if you even think about hitting me and I’ll go somewhere you’ll never find me”

“When did you become such a cocky bitch?” David laughed out in anger as the others stood in shock at his words.

“When did you become an abusive cunt?” You replied back with the same attitude.

The room stopped, tension filled it as fast as smoke. Everyone felt themselves recoil at the thought of what David was gonna say next.

“Let me put this in a way that’ll get into your thick skull” David furiously exclaimed while harshly pressing his pointer finger into your temple “you leave this cave, you see that boy or you even think about running away with him, we will kill him. And so help me god (y/n) I will force you to drink every drop of his useless blood even if your human”

His threat hung in the air as they saw you back away from your position of eye to with David to looking at the ground, terrified at what he might do.

“Do you understand?” David said

You didn’t say anything, speechless and worried for James’s safety

“I said do. You. Understand. (Y/n)?” David yelled in your face as you flinched at his proximity.

“Yes David” you replied meekly, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs

“Good” David composed himself “now get your ass to bed and be grateful I’m not forcing you to stay in the bed with us, clearly we’ll have to monitor your behaviour since you decided to be a disruption.

You ran to your bedroom with the tears now falling down your cheeks while you let out sobs into your hands out of fear.

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James wandered the boardwalk for hours while he waited you. He looked everywhere for you but you just seemed to vanish.

At first he brushed it off as maybe you forgot or maybe an emergency had come up, you were fine.

But after the fifth time he began to panic. What if you were hurt? What if you were kidnapped? What if you were dead? He couldn’t handle it

Than a horrible thought entered his head. What if you didn’t love him anymore? That couldn’t be it, no, no way. You were his baby, his sweetheart, his cherry pie, you were his

No maybe you were just mad at him, that had to be it. You couldn’t just not love him anymore, he wouldn’t be able to go on without your smile, you are meant for him, he needed you.

He decided it was time to go to your house, which was actually your grandpa’s house, he had to see you to apologise for whatever he did and win his baby back

He pounded on your door for ten minutes straight, for the door to reveal max instead of you.

“And who might you be to assume you can disturb me with your aggressive knocking?” Max questioned with an annoyed tone.

“Look I’m just here to see my girlfriend okay dude” James said, already annoyed with the lack of seeing you “just get (y/n) to the door…. Please”

“Girlfriend huh? First I’m hearing of it” max huffed out at the new knowledge “and how long has it been since you’ve seen my granddaughter?”

“Five weeks man, now can you call (y/n) down here” James was getting irritated at the interrogation

Max let out a deep sigh as he realised the situation at hand

“I think you better come inside young man, I’ll explain a few things to you”

[apatheticlexicographer]

(this is kind of a long post that somehow turned into lowkey a conspiracy theory but i don’t want to rewrite the start bc it was written pretty much stream of consciousness and that amuses me)

maybe this is an unpopular opinion but i don’t want byler to be spoiled lol

crumbs, sure, little things that keep us invested, but i want to go into s5 completely unawares of how it’s gonna play out. i don’t want the cast or the official socials or some random leaker to tell me what’s gonna happen beforehand.

honestly the fact that so many people involved with the show have acknowledged byler yet none of them have shot it down as a possibility is a big enough crumb for me. or the way official netflix accounts have posted promotional things with byler since s4 dropped. yeah, they don’t have any involvement with the production of the show, but if the ship is being used for marketing then it’s considered a possible sales point.

actually now that i think of it, does anybody remember the june advent calendar??? when, immediately after v1 dropped, the official netflix accounts started posting pro-byler stuff damn near every day, to the point where we made an event out of it???

at the time we all got super hyped over it and then figured it was queerbait when they didn’t get together in v2, but isn’t it mighty fuckin convenient that the netflix accounts just “coincidentally” happened to start posting pro-byler stuff as soon as v1 dropped??? because yeah, byler started picking up traction immediately after it aired, but it took a while to really get the ball rolling. they started cashing in on the byler hyper train when it was only just beginning to grow from its tiny pre-s4 presence. seeing official accounts mentioning byler probably helped to cement it in a lot of people’s radar in the gap between the volumes. and didn’t noah also start saying he shipped byler around then??? 

POSTED ON JUNE THIRD??? only a week after v1 aired??? and ppl were so surprised by this tweet that when he was on a panel somebody asked him if he got hacked 😭😭

back then it really seemed like “oh the official accounts are queerbaiting during pride month” but A: we know noah wasn’t just saying this for nothing,he’s made it very clear that he believes it and B: why the hell would they be queerbaiting the tiny fledgling post-v1 byler audience when it was only just coming together??!?

hindsight says something was afoot here actually. they started releasing the pro-byler agenda from its tightly locked enclosure AFTER the volume where mike tells will hawkins isn’t the same without him and will brings the painting “for somebody he likes” when they go to pick mike up, IN PREPARATION for the volume where will gives said painting to mike along with an extremely emotional nameswapped love confession and mike turns around and gives a stilted and phony confession to his girlfriend. why the hell was attention being drawn to byler outside of the show itself in that interval if not to make people recontextualize what they just saw in v1??? and then when they see v2 have that recontextualization validated when will is confirmed to be both gay and in love with mike??? and to pick up on the fact that mike and el’s relationship is on more rocks than your average pile of gravel???

we know that they’ve had actors straight up lie to the audience before, too, because even if u just take noah as an example he said in a JUNE interview that will’s sexuality was up to interpretation, and then not that long at all after v2 dropped he did the iconic “will is gay and in love with mike” interview!!! and obviously he knew that will was confirmed gay when he did the first interview bc they had filmed that scene like a year earlier. so the fact that he never rlly mentioned byler, except for vaguely negatively when he was a kid, until v1 comes out and “SUDDENLY” he’s byler’s biggest warrior doesn’t mean he randomly changed his mind, it means he hadn’t been allowed to talk about it until after volume 1. after the first half of the season that made the majority of byler shippers see it as a genuine possibility and even the most likely outcome.

sorry i have no idea how much sense this makes and i’ve completely derailed whatever i was talking about at the top of this post. has anybody pointed this out??? have i pointed this out and i just forgot??? help?!!?!??

[prettychillbrainfreeze]

Sneak peak #2

alright the people have spoken! With an overwhelming 90%, y’all wanted to see Tendrils chapter two. I’m halfway through writing it and it’s gonna contain some serious action! So below is a sneak peek. Thank for being so patient with me <3

(p.s. sry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I am dyslexic. I’ll make sure to check it over for the actual fic when i add it to Ao3)

Chapter 2: Kraang Train

TW for this chapter: canon typical violence, Descriptions of tentacles, again avoid if you’re squeamish

[Take care y’all, if u know said thing may trigger you please don’t hesitate to skip this one. Things will settle down around chapter 4]

    “Raph? You okay?” He hears April's voice call, soft but still audible. It came from a distance, somewhere to the right and up. Raph rubbed his head a bit. He dusted off his knees as he stood up. Nothing seemed broken besides the dull soreness of falling down who knows how many steps. He sure didn’t know, he couldn’t see.

    “Yeah, I’m ok,” Raph not-whispered back. The snapper shoved his hands in front of him, hoping to find the wall or something before he could trip again. He shuffled forward a bit, taking a lot more caution with each step. 

    Squech! Raph stepped directly into a puddle of something goopy and cold. “Oh gross! I think I stepped in someone’s drink!”

    “Eeewwww,” He heard April reply

    “Raph! Quiet!” Ok that was definitely Donnie. 

    “It’d be easier to be quiet if I could see where I’m going,” He replied, only half listening as he hopped around on one foot trying to shake the wet feeling off. Suddenly a burst of light illuminated where he was standing, temporarily blinding him. He rapidly stuck out his arms, trying and failing to stay upright. 

    “Donnie, don’t shine that in my eyes!” Raph heard his surrogate sister complain, no longer bothering to use a quiet voice. 

    “Well I didn’t know you were right there,” Donnie huffed. Raph had to take a moment for the sunspots in his vision to clear. He spotted Donnie standing just one step off the bottom. Two repurposed stadium lights peaked from his battle shell, casting everything around them in harsh bluelight. April was standing just a little in front of him, glasses now hanging from the neck of her shirt as she rubbed her eyes. She blinked a couple times, probably trying to adjust to the sudden blinding display. 

    “Where the heck did you even get stadium lights?! Those things are bright!” April said, glancing over expectantly at Donnie before having to shield her eyes again.

    “Oh! Well you see it’s actually a pretty interesting story. I was out on patrol you see. I had decided to go off my usual route. . .'' Donnie continued on about his story, but by this point Raph had tunned him out. He was stuck stock still by the sight illuminated before him.

    The once subway station was unrecognizable! Dirt and debris were scattered around the floor. Concrete posts were hit out of position, revealing the metal rodding inside. To one side, the subway tunnel had caved in on itself, chunks of rocks and tiles blocked the entirety of the entrance. The tunnel to the other side looked ominous, metal and wires sticking down from it like teeth and the entrance gaping like a mouth ready to swallow them whole. It kinda freaked Raph out a bit. 

    “What happened to this place,” Raph said, mostly to himself.

    “The Kraang.” April said, Waaaay closer than he thought she was. For the third time tonight he nearly jumped out of his skin. Oh Raph did not like this, at all.

    Raph swallowed hard, glancing down at April. She was staring straight ahead, expression unreadable. But from what Raph could guess, she probably wasn’t thinking about anything good. This was about the Kraang after all.

(Sorry this was shorter than my last sneak peek. I just didn’t want to spoil too much for the full chapter. Hope you enjoyed!)

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

can i pls request some jealous sex with derek shepherd??👀💕 thank u xx

Don’t

Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Reader

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT‼️ 18+ ONLY‼️ unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!) , jealous Derek, kitchen sex, nipple play (slight), cum play

MASTERLIST

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"Get back here!" the front door slammed shut behind your fuming boyfriend as you walked further into your apartment

"Go home Derek!" you spun around on your heels to face the fuming man across the room, finger pointing to the same door that he just entered through

"I've had enough of your shitty behaviour for one night"

"My shitty beha- you're pushing it"

Tonight you both attended a dinner with a few of your co-workers and Derek is so admant that you and his best friend Mark were flirting with each other, which brings you here in your living room

"You and Mark were practically fucking each other with your eyes tonight thinking that I didn't notice but I did!" your blood boiled even further as he continued to accuse you of something that he clearly made up in his head

"You know what, maybe I was fucking Mark in my head because CLEARLY I'm desperate for sex" Derek's face became more red with rage as you spoke

"You know what was going through my mind as he was talking to me, I thought about him shoving me up against the nearest wall and sticking his tongue down my throat while his hands groped my brests or ass" clenching his jaw he gripped onto the back rest of the sofa so hard until his knuckles turned white

"You're crossing a line" at this point you didn't care

"I wanted to know what it felt like to have Mark Sloan fuck me into oblivion, to fuck me so hard that I wouldn't be able to remember my own damn name while I cum all over his cock"

"That's enough" Derek stalked over to you but you held your ground still spewing all the vail things that he so obviously thought was happening in my head

"I wanted him to turn me into a moaning mess, to have me screaming out his name as I orgasm-" you were cut short by Derek's hand wrapping around your throat choking you lightly just how you like it. His once angry demeanor is now overtaken with lust

"I said that's. enough." his breath fanned against your flushed cheeks, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he forced you to look into his eyes. You cunt fluttered as he backed you up against the island top

"Let's put that mouth of yours to good use. On your knees" he released your throat and pushed you down to the floor. He quickly undid his pants and his semi-hard cock sprung free from their restraints. You took his cock into your plams, spreading the pre-cum on the head of his cock before spitting on it. Derek grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head back

"No time for games" licking the prominent vein from the underside of his massive cock you couldn't help but smirk at the sounds that came from him and you're bearly even started

Opening your mouth you slowly went down on him, hollowing your cheeks as you sped up. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat each time and it's time like this where you're thankfull that you don't have a gag reflex.

His grip on your hair tightened as he started taking control, bucking his hips fucking your mouth wildly. Your saliva coated the shaft of his cock and trickled down your chin, making a complete mess. Reaching up you palmed his balls earning a grunt of approval from the Derek. You felt his cock twitch before he shot his load down your throat. He pulled out and you swallowed every last drop, he hoisted you up and bent you over the kitchen counter, raising your dress to revel your bare ass

"No panties" spanking your ass he pressed his cock up against you thrusting between your ass cheeks. Derek raised your leg and placed it on the conter before stooping down to your soaking cunt

His broad tongue lick a broad stripe from your needy hole to your clit while index finger played with your opening before he stuck it in. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking turning you into a moaning mess

"Derek!" you fisted his curls pulling his face closer to your cunt, grinding down on his face as he hungrily ate you out in the middle of your kitchen

Moaning you gripped onto the cabinet handle tightly, knuckles turning white as you felt your first orgasm of the night build up. Derek sped up the pace, fingertips brushing against that specific spot inside of you. Your eyes folled to the back of your head as you clamped down on his digits as you came. He continued to lap at your juices, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue

He stood up and you were about to straighten up but he held you in place, turning your face to meet his. Lust blown eyes stared into yours briefly as he crashed his lips against yours. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth. His hips rocked into yours and you moaned feeling his stiffened cock pressed firmly against your ass

Derek started trailing open mouth kisses along your jaw, neck and your exposed shoulder blades, lining himself up with your aching cunt. Digging his fingers into your hips he thrusted his cock into you not giving you any time to adjust before he was pounding into you like his life depended on it

"Fuck!" his cock streatched you out deliciously, the burn turned into pleasure in no time. He nipped at your earlobe, stuble grazing against your skin driving you insane. Derek pushed you flat against the countertop railing you at a better angle, cock hitting against your g-spot with each thrust

His groans became louder as your needy cunt fluttered around him each time he entered you. The sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans and cries of pleasure echoed throughout your apartment. You were sure your neighbour was hearing eveything right now but you couldn't care less

Reaching behind you, you placed your hand on his abdomen in hopes of slowing his pace but he held your arm against your back, still brutally fucking into you

"Nuh uh, you wanted to be a brat, this is your punishment" your legs started turning into jello as another orgasm flodded your body, this time you felt a gush of hot liquid, smiling at the mess you made you rubbed circles onto your swollen clit as your arousal ran down your leg

"Shit" his hips started stuttering as his cock twitced inside of you, Derek emptied his seed deep inside of you before pulling out. You felt his sticky cum flow out of you and like the tease that you were you dipped you finger into your cunt before bring your fingers up to your lips, slowly sucking them clean

Straighten yourself Derek wasted no time in turning you around before hoisting you onto the counter. Shoving the skirt of your dress above your waist he thrusted into you again, cock still rock hard. He attacked your neck in kisses, teeth grazing against your flesh ever so often as he fucked into you. Derek pulled down the top of your dress exposing your breasts, he pinched your perky nipples and you could've cum right then and there again

"Mhmm Der-" running your hands through his long locks you dragged your nails against his scalp and he grunted in approval, slowing his pace a bit to take your right nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue driving you closer to the edge

"You gonna cum again" you wanted too but you were sure that you couldn't. When he didn't get a response he started torturing your clit causing you to cry out

"I-I can't" vision blurry you held onto his forearm body quivering from all the pleasure that you were recieving. Derek spread your legs wider, pulling your hips closer to edge of the counter resuming his animalistic thrusts into your dripping cunt

"You can, one more time for me baby" your eyes were glued to where your bodies connected as felt your orgasm build up. He pressed your foreheads together as you both enjoyed the sight, sinful moans slipped past both your lips

His dick was drenched in your slick, dripping down his heavy balls and onto his trousers. The tip of his cock found that spot again causing your eyes to roll again, toes curling, legs shaking and you knew that it wasn't long before you came again

"Right there" you felt yourself let go and once again you squirted your juices all over him, you were sure you were seeing stars from the intensity of your orgasm. He helped you ride out your high, chasing his own release. With one last thrust into you he buried himself into your cunt, hot cum spilling into you

Taking his face in your hands you pulled him into a steamy kiss as he stayed buried inside of you. Pulling back slightly you couldn't help but release a breathless chuckle

"If this is the type of sex I get from getting you riled up I guess I'll have to do that more often" your voice was hoarse from all the screaming and moaning you did and he lightly thrusted into you and you groaned

"Don't"

[buckysfaveplum]

I’m so sorry! That sounds terrifying 😭 How about Bucky comforting reader after they got yelled at at work to the point where they ended up crying? Something similar happened to me today (the yelled at part) and I’m kicking myself for being so sensitive. Hope this gets your mind off it some 🥺 - mynomadicheart

ahhh of course babes! i feel u i could use some bucky comfort rn too❤️❤️❤️

let it out

summary: after a bad day at work, bucky assures you that he’s there, and your feelings are valid

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 800

warnings: swearing, idk i think thats all

a/n: hope you like this <3

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Your bag slipped off your shoulder as you slumped through the door. You let it fall to the ground, too tired to care. Slowly, you shuffled to the couch, grabbing a blanket and falling into the cushions. You couldn’t be bothered to take off your coat or shoes, so fed up with the day you just needed a moment to lie down.

��Hey baby,” Bucky said, coming from the bathroom into the kitchen.

Noticing your discarded bag, he placed it on the counter before making his way over to you. You didn’t respond. You weren’t trying to be rude, but if you talked to him about your day, you knew you’d start crying again. Maybe you could fake being asleep?

“You sleepin’, doll?” he said, his hand resting gently on your back. You didn’t move, hoping he wouldn’t press forward.

Of course, he did. He was your Bucky, he cared.

Squatting down, he caught your eyes. Pink flushed over your cheeks as you dodged his view. But he wouldn’t let you. His vibranium hand came to stroke your hair, trying to help you relax.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

“Idontwanntalkaboutit,” you mumbled, your face trying to press into the couch in hopes he wouldn’t hear.

“What’s that?”

“I’m fine, Buck.”

His hand took your chin, tenderly pulling your gaze back to his.

“Come on, baby. I know you. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked.

You sighed as you sat up, wrapping the blanket around you. Bucky sank down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Before you could get the words out, you felt the tears begin to stream down your cheeks. Bucky’s grip tightened, holding you close and rocking you against his chest.

“I’m sorry, it’s stupid. My boss snapped at me today. It’s so hard. He’s been so critical and tough and I’ve been trying so hard to impress him but I never can. And today he just,” you couldn’t finish, another wave of sobs overtaking you.

“Shhh, baby. You’re okay,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I shouldn’t be crying. I’m an adult, this is ridiculous,” you said through tears. Bucky wasn’t having it. No way was he going to let you talk down about yourself. You were constantly raising him up, helping him through his low points, and comforting him. He would do the same.

His hands cupped your face, raising you up to look at him.

“Y/N, don’t say that. You can cry. Cry all you want. It’s okay. I’m here,” he said. A tear slipped down your face as you stared at him, his thumbs just brushed them aside. He smiled down at you with so much love and adoration. So much support.

“I’m just so tired,” you said, the tears continuing to fall. One of his hands brushed up the back of your head, carding through your hair and rubbing gently at your neck. He pulled you close, kissing softly against your forehead.

“Let it out baby, it’s okay. It’s just you and me,” he said.

So you did. Pressing your head into the crook of his neck, you let out all your frustrations. Your body shook in his arms as he held you close. His grip was tight, grounding you as you rode out your breakdown. Every few minutes, he’d press a kiss to your temple and whisper sweet words into your ear.

You began to wear out, your body sagging against his. Bucky rubbed your back tenderly, helping you calm down.

“I think you need to rest, doll,” he said.

“No, we were gonna go out tonight,” you said, beginning to pull back. Bucky chuckled, resting his forehead to yours. You leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, your sobs now just soft hiccups.

“We can do that tomorrow. I just want you to get some rest, you said you were tired,” he said.

“I am.”

“Well, go pick a movie. I’ll make you some food and be there in a minute.”

With a sigh, you stood, dragging the blanket with you. Bucky left you with one last kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen. You lingered in the hallway for a moment, watching as he pulled out all the fixings for a grilled cheese. For the first time that night, a smile began to tug on your face. You couldn’t help it. You were completely and hopelessly in love with the super-soldier before you. Things would be okay.

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all that you ask of me | loki laufeyson

summary: you and Loki have a discussion about your kinks, and you learn something about him that you weren’t expecting

wc: 1.5k

warnings: smutty themes!! talk of bdsm, both reader and loki are switches and they aren't chill about it, teasing, light degradation but in a cute way, sub!loki, dom!loki, f!reader. loki has huge bisexual switch energy and i had to put it in a fic

a/n: title is kind of unrelated lol it makes more sense in the next chapter. pls let me know if you like it, i love when u guys leave comments or tags !

It’s been a few weeks since you and Loki had started dating and your sexual chemistry has been insane, which was a surprise to neither of you. You’d started out as friends, and even then, any time Loki had so much as brushed his fingers along your skin you felt something akin to electricity spike through your body. And though he was loath to admit it at first, Loki felt the same. So, once you finally gave in to your mutual feelings for each other, things only got more exciting.

Though the two of you had been having sex for weeks, you hadn’t really done anything too spicy yet, still getting used to this new aspect of your relationship. Now, though, you’d decided it would be a good idea to get it all out there, rather than try to figure it out as you went along. Besides, something about the idea of talking things out with Loki like it was nothing more than a casual conversation was thrilling to you.

You and Loki were sitting on the couch, your legs resting in his lap as he absentmindedly soothed circles into one of your calves. You smiled fondly at the way he always had to be touching some part of you. The two of you had covered a few topics already, going over safewords (you were partial to the traffic light system, and Loki agreed) and some of your hard limits, and now you were on to the fun part. Specifically, a rather exciting interest your partner had just confessed to.

“You know,” you mused, unable to keep the teasing smile off your face, “I wouldn’t have expected you to be into submission, what with your whole...thing.”

“My whole thing?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows at your choice of words. You suppressed a laugh. He probably would’ve spent more time on his faux outrage if the look on your face wasn’t so damn cute. “Yes, well. I am full of surprises, aren’t I?”

You hummed in response. “I mean, I had hoped you’d be into it. Or, I guess, fantasized, would be the better w-”

“Did you?” He cut you off, sounding all too pleased.

“Oh, for a while now,” you smirked.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, the admiration in his eyes shifting to smugness as he continued, “I wouldn’t expect you to be a dom, what with your whole thing.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes at him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Compared to Loki, you were much more bubbly and warm, not that he was really so cold anymore, but he was still… him. On top of that, your style tended to lean more toward pastel colors, though lately you were known to also rock some dark green tones. You supposed that from the outside, people would assume you to be the more submissive one in the relationship. Which you definitely could be, but your tastes went both ways.

“Okay, I deserved that,” you relented. “Now come on, tell me what I want to know.”

“Okay, well. I’ve no problem with bondage, as I’m sure you know.”

“You do seem to end up in chains quite often, my love. But... not sexually?” You’d meant for it to be a statement, but then you realized you actually had no idea, your voice lilting up into a question.

He fixed you with a look that very clearly told you you’d been wrong.

Well, okay then. “Right,” you responded, a little breathier than before, trying not to let your imagination run wild just yet. Loki squeezed your ankle playfully, bringing you back before you could lose focus. “So, is there anything you’re not okay with, bondage-wise? Like, collars, ties, cuffs…?” You trailed off.

He thought for a moment. “No, it’s all fine with me. What about you?”

“Cuffs kinda freak me out, actually. I don’t have superhuman strength and all.”

“Noted. Oh, one thing I do want to mention- I’m going to have to ask that you refer to me exclusively as ‘Your Majesty’ when I’m in charge,” he said, expression unwavering.

Your mouth dropped open for a second before you asked, “Wait, seriously?”

He broke into a mischievous grin. “No. But if you’d really like to, I suppose I wouldn’t stop you,” he said the last bit thoughtfully, and you playfully hit his arm with the back of your hand in admonishment. “Ooh, harder,” he said, still with an air of mischief, though you got the sense he wasn’t entirely kidding.

“Loki!” you gasped.

“Alright,” he laughed lightly. “Great God of Mischief will work just as well.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You’re being so difficult.”

“Will you just tell me what you like to be called already? If you carry on like this, I swear, I will call you Captain.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, glaring at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, care to test that theory? “Okay, I yield. But, honestly, it depends on the scene. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll have you call me ‘sir’ most of the time, ‘daddy’ on special occasions. You’re a smart girl. I trust that you’ll know when those occasions come about.”

You just nodded, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Why were you having such a reaction to Loki calling you a smart girl? He’d definitely noticed.

“What would you like to be called? When you’re the dominant?” Loki asked, saving you from your thought spiral.

“Oh, um. Ma’am is fine. None of the other terms really work for me, I don’t know why, they just seem kind of… too much, I guess,” you over-explained, feeling your cheeks start to heat up.

“Ma’am is just fine?” Loki pressed.

“No, it’s- it’s good. I, um, really like it.” Your cheeks flamed even hotter now, your gaze trained on the couch cushion.

Loki reached out and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him. “Come now, you were doing so well. Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, voice taking on that deep timbre that made you feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Okay,” you breathed, your mind gone completely blank as you looked at him.

“Good girl,” he said softly. He didn’t miss the way your body reacted to the praise, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

Bastard. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head slightly to clear it. “That’s not fair,” you countered weakly.

“Isn’t it? I’m just trying to figure out what you like,” he feigned innocence.

“Right,” you said, only a little petulantly, trying to think of what else you wanted to ask him before he’d distracted you. “How do you feel about degradation?” You blurted out. “Receiving, I mean.”

That caught him off guard, to your great enjoyment. “I- I’m not sure. No one’s ever tried it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tied up but no one’s ever called you names?”

“No,” he responded, frowning slightly. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. “I think I might be okay with it.”

“My honey, you’ve been so deprived,” you said with a pout. It was your turn to have a little fun now. “So,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his forearm, drawing his attention to your touch before you continued. “If, for example, I had you on your knees, and you were being so good for me, and I just happened to call you my obedient little slut-” he inhaled sharply, and you couldn’t help but grin, “-you would, theoretically, be okay with that?” You looked up into his eyes, seeing the flash of desire that had settled there.

“I think that would be acceptable,” he spoke, clearly putting in effort to keep his voice even.

You smiled, pleased with yourself. It was cute that he still tried to seem unaffected when you could literally feel the way his cock had stiffened against you. You shifted the position of your leg in his lap, lightly brushing against him, and he gasped.

“Pathetic,” you chide.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. As much as he may try to seem unimpressed with your teasing, he was certainly susceptible to it. “If you want us to get through the rest of the conversation, you’re going to have to stop that,” he says, but it comes out more like a plea than an order, and he’s sure that you’re going to be the death of him.

You chuckle, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“It seems I’ve underestimated you, dearest,” he says, tone laced through with affection.

You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing him closer to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Well, that’s a mistake we won’t make twice. Isn’t it, love?”

[silverdelirium]

hi! can you do one where draco and the reader are married (don’t make them old please make them like the married rich pretty milf and dilf couple), and they have a daughter. anyway, draco is out because of work/something else (it’s up to u) and the reader is with their daughter and they get into a small fight and the daughter says something really bad/hurtful to the reader (her mother) and the reader like gets sad (make it bad so it can be dramatic😏) and when draco gets home he finds the reader like crying (smoking too bc a milf smoking is hot but if you don’t want to add it it’s fine) and yeah basically the rest is up to you :)) ily hope ur well and fine. <3

CIGARETTES & INSECURITIES | D.M

thank you hoe @selenesheart for helping me with the title ily

warnings: anxiety, lowkey panic attack, insecurities of being a bad mother, mean child, smoking, angst w a happy ending

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draco’s hurried steps were heard echoing across the hallway as he rapidly made his way downstairs, cussing his boss out under his breath for calling him on a fucking Sunday. the same sunday he was about to spend basking in the love of his wife and child, all expectations now turned to mush.

“i’m sorry i have to go, my love. call me if you need anything, okay?” spoke draco, tone soft as he held your face in his hands, giving you one last sad smile before pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

you gave him a feeble nod in response with a reassuring smile, watching him storm off in long strides, still swearing in hushed whispers and with a flick of his wand, he was gone.

you instantly took notice of how intense the atmosphere got around the manor- almost scary. deadly quiet with your four-year-old toddler still asleep and big curtains blocking any sunlight from coming in.

it almost caused goosebumps to rise on your arms as if the universe was already warning you of the day you were gonna have to deal with today.

maybe the first bad thing to happen today was being woken up by draco’s phone going off like crazy with calls of his boss and endless text messages of his colleagues.

it didn’t matter though, you had other things to worry about. your toddler was already walking down the stairs with a sleepy stare as she made her way to you, immediately taking notice of how there was no trace of draco, and looking around for any signs of her father.

“hi there” you greeted, giving her a sympathetic smile when she asked for draco, her small body already wrapped around your torso. a small sigh with a brief explanation of a work emergency was given to her. her sour mood amplifying a tenfold for every word that left your mouth.

she stayed quiet for a moment, and just as you started beaming at the thought of calming a daddy’s girl- she sobbed heavily in your ear, clinging hard to you but still screaming for draco.

a grimace found its way to your face along with a sorrowful expression as you shushed her down, tracing your fingers down her spine; a small trick you always did to relax her in days like this.

her sobs quieted down but she still cried silently in your shoulder, hot tears rolling down her face that had you questioning whether you should call your husband or not, the thought accompanying the insecurity of being a terrible mother who can barely keep her child tranquil.

after a few minutes of letting her pour all her emotions out, you made a path to the kitchen and sat her down on the barstool, wiping her tears away as she huffed in what seemed to be an angry expression.

“would you like some breakfast, baby?” you spoke, tone soft and slow as to not aggravate the situation.

“i want daddy”

“he’s- he’s not here right now” you tried to reason, watching as she took a deep breath but said nothing.

you turned around to head for the stove. but your ears caught a small murmur of “you’re the worst” coming from none other than your daughter.

a thunder-struck look adorned your face, blinking back the tears that found their way to your waterline.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, the anxiousness of being a not good enough mom had filled you in seconds, thinking of the worst scenarios possible throughout the pregnancy. draco was always there to ease your nerves a bit, yet, never quite pushing them away completely.

and jesus- did that simple three-word sentence stung painfully at your heart.

you stayed frozen in place for a few moments before taking a deep breath and quickly collecting yourself, continuing your errands around the kitchen as you made an effort to ignore the way your hands became clammy and heartstrings were pulled harshly in your chest.

the rest of the day went painfully slow, your daughter completely ignoring you and just curling up on the couch or playing in her room, always slamming the door in your face whenever you attempted to talk to her. your back also aching from having to do all house chores by yourself. every once in a while getting a text message from draco, rushed typos of “i love you” and “i’m gonna be there soon”.

——

the clock read 6:07 P.M and you held the cigarette to your lips with shaky fingers, tears blurring your vision as all the frustration from today came crashing down at once.

sobs rocked through your body as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out past your nostrils. warm, thick tears not coming to a halt even once.

your cries muffled every sound around you. not taking notice of draco who was now frantically searching for you, already finding your daughter safe and asleep on the couch. yet you were nowhere to be found.

it took one look at the cigarette package on the dining table for draco to locate you. he knew about your anxiety and how bad it got when triggered.

his heart ached and fists clenched at his side as he turned to his baby girl, snuggling her deeper into the thick fluffy blanket before making his way to the porch where you sat with a hand to your sternum, big clouds of smoke fogging the air around you.

“oh, baby” he sympathized, not giving you time to react as he enveloped you in a big hug, feeling the way your curled your fists on his shirt and sobbed quietly, taking ragged breaths every once in a while.

after a few minutes of taking shallow breaths, you pulled your head back from his chest, just enough to stare at his face, his bright grey eyes running down every feature you had, almost like he was studying it.

“what happened today?” he whispered, closing his eyes and connecting his forehead with yours.

you released a breath through your nose and lit off the cigarette on the small table next to you before explaining every small detail from today to draco, a few tears escaping at some points.

once you were done, draco removed his head from yours, pulling back and displaying both of his palms on your cheeks, observing your tear-stained face made him ache with sorrow.

“my love” he started “you are the world’s greatest mother to ever exist, a bad day with your child does not define your abilities as a mom. she loves you, we all do. you don’t know how fuzzy she gets when you’re not here.”

his words made a small smile crack through your lips, buzzing nerves slowly weighing down after every syllable he spoke.

“we would all be doomed if it wasn’t for you. every parent has a bad day, do not beat yourself up for it, it happens to the best of us.” he finalized, chest swelling with pride once he saw how you were full-on beaming, puckering your lips like a silent sign for a kiss which he gladly provided.

“i love you” you mumbled against his mouth.

“i love you more” he responded.

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Hello can u do a bucky x reader where reader feels insecure and doesn’t have sex with him bc of her stretch marks and our bucky boi finding out and offering comfort and kisses as a result? Love you tysm❤️❤️❤️

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1325

Warnings: brief mention of being intimate (no smut), insecurities, stretch marks, this is mostly comfort and fluffy. Readers are responsible for their own media consumption.

A/N: I love this idea so much! I kept this on the fluffy side but i really hope you enjoy it!

You won't like what you see

“Hey, can we - can we stop?” you said, slightly out of breath as you broke away from Bucky. The two of you had been kissing and Bucky had pulled you closer to him, bringing his hands to the hem of your shirt.

Of course, he immediately stopped and nodded, looking at you with concern. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, making sure your shirt was pulled down all the way. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. It’s not you, I promise. I’m just gonna go take a shower”

And with that you had walked away, Bucky watching after you worriedly.

Bucky was never upset that the two of you hadn’t been intimate together. Being from the 40’s where it wasn’t uncommon for people to save themselves for marriage made him understanding. But that didn’t seem to be why.

You made an effort to show how much you loved him, you cared for him, you were with him through everything. The nightmares, his insecurities, the flashbacks, pushing him to keep contact with others even though “you were all he needed” - you were his rock.

And Bucky knew that the two of you could have a relationship without sex, and he was perfectly content with what the two of you had.

But he noticed that you didn’t seem to be.

At first he thought it might have been his fault. He had been self conscious of his metal arm, especially where metal met skin, but you had made it your mission to get Bucky to accept himself. All of him. He was your everything, and you needed him to know that and feel it too.

Anytime you caught him staring at himself in the mirror, you would walk up from behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, meeting his eyes in the mirror. No words would be exchanged, but you would press soft kisses to the scarring on his left shoulder.

He thought maybe you didn’t have interest in him, but the heated kisses and lingering touches pointed otherwise. It all stopped when his hands reached the hem of your shirt.

Every time he got too close to you, you seemed to get uncomfortable. And Bucky wanted to know why so he could fix it. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to if someone had ever hurt you in the past, making his blood boil.

He wanted you to tell him what was wrong so he could help you like you had helped him.

You had walked into the bathroom, locking the door and turning on the water. You turned to the mirror as you let the water warm up, cursing yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be closer with Bucky, it was that you were insecure of yourself. You took off your clothes and saw what you didn’t want Bucky to see.

Your stretch marks.

You knew that it was silly to be so upset with them, that many people had them. During growth spurts, gaining weight, having a naturally wider build - they were at the bottom of your stomach, the insides of your thighs, your chest… all the places you didn’t want them to be.

You sighed, turning away. You had tried different products that delivered empty promises. Some of the marks had started to fade but they were still distinct. It was ironic in a way, how you wanted Bucky to trust you with his insecurities and you wanted to know when it bothered him so you could help him, yet you couldn’t show this to Bucky. Not only did you feel weak for letting it bother you, but you couldn’t get past the fact that you were so self conscious. All the articles and body positivity people saying how “stretch marks are normal” didn’t help you much.

It wasn’t that you didn’t think a person could be beautiful with them - in fact pretty much everyone was perfect the way they were. Except for you. Stretch marks are fine and normal - but when you have them they seem ugly.

You noticed that steam had fogged up your mirror, realizing you had spaced out while critiquing your body. You sighed and turned back to the shower, stepping in and letting the water wash over you. You were quick, not wanting to be standing there with yourself for longer than necessary. You finished and turned off the water, drying yourself off before stepping out so you wouldn’t be tempted to stare in the mirror again.

You got dressed in your pajamas and stepped out of the bathroom to find Bucky also in bed. You gave him a soft smile which he returned, though you would still see some of the worry in his eyes. You sat down on the bed and he sat up next to you.

“Sorry, about...earlier.”

“You don’t have to be,” he said reassuringly.

There was a pause before he added, “Can I ask what happened?”

You looked down, embarrassed.

“I just...if it’s something I did I just wanna know so I can fix it.”

Your head snapped back up to him, turning to face him. “Oh god, no, Bucky it’s not you, I promise I just…” you shrugged. “I don’t know.”

He took your hands in his. “You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?”

You looked at him for a moment before nodding.

“I can tell something is bothering you and I just want to know so I can help you,” he said gently.

“It’s embarrassing,” you said.

“I’m not here to judge you.”

You took a deep breath before looking down. “You’re not gonna like what you see,” you say softly.

That took Bucky by surprise, so much so that he didn’t know if he had heard you properly. “What do you mean sweetheart?”

You took another deep breath. “You know how sometimes I catch you staring in the mirror too long, judging yourself and being insecure with your arm?” you ask and Bucky nods, not following along. “I get like that a lot too,” you said softly.

“Why?” he asked softly, still not understanding how you could be insecure about yourself.

“I’m not what society wants me to be. I’m larger in all the wrong places and I have stretch marks everywhere. I don’t like the way I look and I’m afraid you won’t either. It’s so stupid because I know it’s normal but I just hate it so much.”

Bucky tilted your chin so you could look at him. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I understand being insecure, I really do. But you always told me to never hide it. Why did you?”

You shrugged. “Most people have stretch marks. I felt stupid for being so upset.”

“So you’re saying I have a reason to be insecure?”

“No, Bucky, come on...You went through hell. All I did was grow too fast. You hold a lot of horrible memories with that arm. You were tortured. All that happened to me was that I compared myself to models on Instagram or in magazines. I don’t have a right to be upset.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head before pulling back to look at you. “You have every right to feel the way you feel. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about society these days is it’s all an act. Everything you see is staged and it’s what they want us to see.” He smiled slightly at you. “The only thing I know is that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and that’s enough for me. Fuck what society says.”

You smiled shyly at him and he leaned his forehead against you. “You’re so beautiful. A few marks isn’t gonna change that.”

You nodded slightly, leaning forward to kiss him. “Thank you Bucky.”

‘No need to thank me when all I did was tell the truth.”

-------

tags: @babydaddy-buckybarnes @buckys-blue-eyes @barnesplums @abitgryffindorky @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @thatfangirl42 @broadwaybabe18 @mardema

[seiyasabi]

A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution 

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you. 

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment. 

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part… 

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!” 

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.” 

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements. 

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him. 

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate. 

-

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college. 

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult. 

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day! 

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him. 

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot. 

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.” 

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside. 

-

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big! 

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel. 

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere! 

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel. 

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction. 

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.” 

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you. 

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam. 

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!” 

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it. 

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit. 

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets. 

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible. 

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream. 

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, 

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately. 

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!” 

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you. 

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

[anxiouswormonastring]

CHAPTER SIX:

“I wish I could say that was the strangest news I’ve been told, but I think I’ve heard worse.”

AETHER’S POV

A low groan left Aether’s lips as he stirred, wincing as he sat up slowly and examined his surroundings.

“Where…are we,” he muttered.

The cloth that covered his chest slipped off as he moved. Noting the unusual breeze, Aether looked down and found that his top was gone and his chest was tightly bandaged. His brows furrowed when he finally remembered why.

“Hm? Aether, you’re awake!” Paimon wiggled out of the nest and floated towards him, “Paimon was so worried about you,” she cried before gasping and gently shaking the male’s shoulder. “But you’ll never guess what happened-“ A new voice cut into their conversation.

“Paimon, give him some space, I still need to check up on him,” they said, slowly approaching with a bowl full of something he couldn’t see.

Aether looked from Paimon, to the person, then back to Paimon again.

The person crouched down and set the bowl on the ground, staring intently at his face. “How are you feeling? You took a pretty nasty beating back there,” they said, their voice soft and gentle.

Aether brushed his hand against the bandages on his chest, “I’m okay, I think…just sore,” he answered, earning a hum from the strange person.

Reaching to the side, they picked up the bowl and offered it to him. “Drink this,” they instructed, “I raided the Fatui camp and found something to help with the pain.”

Glancing at Paimon, Aether looked to gauge her reaction.

She looked to be her usual energetic self, floating around the new person. It was safe to say that she felt comfortable around them, the thought was enough to put Aether at ease.

Taking the bowl, Aether chugged down the liquid and wrinkled his nose at the taste. He looked back up at the person and found them still staring at him.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Aether decided to try and strike up a conversation.

“So um…how did you find us,” he asked, scooting backwards a bit to distance himself from the strange person.

Paimon zipped over and raised her hand enthusiastically, “oh! Oh! Can Paimon tell him?! Please, Y/N,” she begged.

‘Y/N…why does that sound so familiar,’ Aether thought as the person, Y/N, sighed.

“Fine, go ahead, Paimon.”

The little pixie giggled and floated closer to Aether, “Paimon’s memory is a little fuzzy but just before the Fatui could land the final blow on you, that creature we were tracking came out from nowhere and started fighting them off! They were huge,” she waved her arms in the air, recounting what she saw.

“There was a lot of snow so Paimon didn’t see where the Fatui ran off to but then the creature started going towards you all spooky-like,” pulling her arms back down, Paimon mimicked the shape of claws with her fingers.

“But Paimon wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you! Paimon was super brave and started fighting the creature off!”

Aether raised a brow at her and glanced to Y/N who was glaring at Paimon.

“If I remember correctly,” they hissed, “you were on the verge of tears while throwing pebbles at me, missing horribly, by the way,” Y/N corrected, still glaring at the pixie who pursed her lips awkwardly.

“Oh…hehe, right…well Paimon did say that Paimon’s memory was a bit fuzzy,” she said, adding a nervous laugh.

“Wait, hang on, I think I'm a little lost,” Aether chimed in, causing the two to turn to him. “You said that Paimon threw rocks at you,” he recalled, “but Paimon was talking about fighting off the creature.”

Y/N opened their mouth to respond but Paimon spoke first. “Paimon was getting to that part,” she affirmed, earning a light smack to the back of the head from Y/N.

“I can and will eat you if you cut me off again,” they threatened, causing Paimon to squeak and hide behind Aether. The threat was an empty one so he let it slide.

Y/N took a breath and spoke. “You heard us right, I am the creature you were apparently tracking down,” they confirmed, “Paimon filled me in on what you were doing so I’m not upset about it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Aether was silent for a minute. “I wish I could say that was the strangest news I’ve been told, but I think I’ve heard worse.”

~A/N~

We never do address the things Aether has seen and heard…poor guy…ANYWAYS-

Unfortunately I won’t be updating this for a while. I’m going out of state to visit family and I don’t think I’ll have time to write anything. But if I do, I’ll make sure to post it asap!

I’ll be back though, I don’t plan on being gone for too long so I’ll see you all soon, byeeeeee!!

[smolchildlevy]

A Volleyball Camp?

Karasuno x F!Reader

Warnings: fluff, crack

A/N: Part 7! Let’s goooooo (MAKE SURE YOU READ THE OTHER PARTS FIRST!)

After the sleepover, you felt closer to the boys than ever.

Same goes for them. They felt they had connected more with you that night.

Don’t think Kiyoko wasn’t gonna tease you about the sleepover the next school day either. She definitely did.

You were all in the gym, watching the boys practice serves and receives.

As usual, you were cheering them on along the way. It was a gesture in which they all appreciated.

After they were finished, you helped clean up as you do everyday.

“Alright everyone!” Coach Ukai clapped his hands together, “we have some good news.”

The team gathered up around him.

“Ooo what is it???” Noya asked impatiently.

“I hope it’s another match!” Hinata grins.

“We will be having a small training camp soon taking place at Nekoma.”

“YES!!” The rowdy trio, Tanaka, Noya, and Hinata shout.

“What teams will be there?” Daichi asked.

“Nekoma obviously, Fukurodani, Seijoh, and us.” Takeda read off his clipboard.

You smile at how the boys’ eyes lit up.

“I can see Kenma!” Hinata yelled.

“And the Great King.” Kageyama adds.

“Him too!”

“That means that we should practice hard and show them how much we have improved!” Daichi says, turning to face the team.

“Yeah!” Everyone replies, except Tsukishima.

“Are you excited, Y/N?” Kiyoko questions.

“I mean- new people, so I guess so!”

The boys tuned into that conversation and then realized they might have competition.

More boys to chase off. They can’t have you leaving them.

“When?” You ask.

“It’s Thursday. And since it’s Monday, we need to get some practice in so we can show them our skills.” Coach Ukai explains.

“Right!” Everyone says.

Takeda and Ukai walk out of the gym.

“Y/N!” Suga calls you over to him, Daichi, and Asahi.

“Yeah?”

“Want us to walk you home?”

“U-uh sure why not.”

“Damn those clever motherfu-“ Tsukishima scoffs.

“Aw man, I wanted to ask..” Hinata pouts.

The rest of the team were upset to say the least.

You left with the third years (minus Kiyoko).

While walking, your foot gets caught on a rock and you trip, almost face planting on the ground.

You expected to hit the ground but you were caught by Asahi and Daichi, each holding one of your arms to keep you from falling.

“Oh my, are you alright?” Suga goes in front of you.

“Yeah.. thanks to you guys.” You stand all the way up and give all three of them a kiss on the cheek.

They practically short-circuited.

“A-ah.. it’s no problem..” Daichi laughs nervously.

“Y-yeah..” Suga and Asahi stutter.

The rest of the walk was still somehow comfortable even if they were replaying that memory in their heads.

When you got to your doorstep, you thanked them for going with you and said your goodbyes.

You decide to watch [insert fav show] to pass some time.

—An Obvious TimeSkip to Thursday—

It’s now the day of the training camp.

“It’s too early..” you think aloud.

Packing some clothes and other essentials for the trip to Nekoma, you yawn.

There was the meet up with the team at 6 am so you got up at 5 to get ready.

After that, you go to the planned spot and see everyone.

“Good morning everyone!” You wave.

“Morning Y/N.” They say.

The bus arrives just then.

“Good, the bus is here. Everyone get on!” Coach Ukai demands.

You take a head start and go first on the bus.

Once again, some of the boys argue on who’s gonna sit next to you.

Then, Tsukishima just walks away from the crowd and takes the seat.

“Tsuki! I thought you wouldn’t wanna sit next to me.“

“There just so happens to be a seat here is all.”

“There’s plenty tho-“

“Urusai.” He blushed.

“Hehe okay~”

-with the boys-

“Where’d Tsukishima go?“ Hinata questions.

“That little shit-“ Kageyama curses.

The rest just scowl at Tsukishima while passing him.

He did his evil grin back at them which makes them even more irritated.

During the ride, you were feeling sleepy.

“Tsukki”

“What is it?”

“Can I borrow your shoulder? I’m tiredddd.”

“F-Fine.”

You were just so adorable.. how could he say no?

You took that choice and rested your head on his shoulder, almost instantly falling asleep.

When the bus arrives at Nekoma, you’re still fast asleep. Tsukishima is just listening to music.

“Okay! We are here. WAKE YOUR ASSES UP” Ukai shouts.

You still don’t wake up.

“Oi, dumbass. Get up.” He shakes you and your eyes flutter open.

“Oh, thanks for waking me up!” You hop up and leave the bus with him behind you.

The other teams were there.

“Wow there’s a lot of people-“ you mention.

“Yep, this is training camp after all.” Yamaguchi said.

After introducing yourself to everyone you didn’t know, you guys were ordered to take your things to your designated rooms.

Takeda calls you over.

“What’s up?”

“The manager’s room is full since it’s pretty small already.. do you mind being in the same room as our team?”

“I don’t mind. I’m perfectly fine with it actually.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

“It’s no problem!”

On the way to them, you blush remembering it’ll just be you and them.

You catch up with the Karasuno boys.

They were slightly confused since the other girls were heading the other direction.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to go with Kiyoko?” Noya spoke.

“I would, but I got some news.” You smiled.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” Suga raises a brow.

“The manager’s room is too full.”

“Does that mean-“ Asahi starts.

“YOURE GOING TO STAY WITH US?” Noya and Tanaka yell in excitement.

“Yup! It’ll be just like another sleepover!”

They all internally thank the heavens for this chance, smiling on the outside.

When you get to the room, everyone sets their things down.

After doing all that needed to be done there, you all go back to the gym so they can train.

You met up with the other managers. You had just met some of them but it felt like you were already a part of the group.

The first day went well, although your team wasn’t doing too well in matches, it was still fun for all of you.

It’s now slowly turning night time, and you all were ordered to be in your designated rooms by now.

It was awkward at first being with them in a room together since you were alone with them.. again. It was much different than the sleepover.

It wasn’t home, so in a way it felt strange.

But as you all talked, the awkwardness disappeared.

“We should probably get to sleep soon.” Daichi mentions.

“Yeah, I’m tired.” You yawned.

“Same.” Most of them agreed.

“Who’s gonna sleep where?” Noya asks.

“I WANNA LAY NEXT TO Y/N” some bickered.

“Heh, well I don’t mind any of you laying next to me- so why not do another drawing?”

“Good idea. I’ll go get some paper.” Daichi says, walking to his bag.

You guys ended up choosing that way. The result was Yamaguchi to your left and Tanaka on your right.

“YES” Tanaka yells loudly.

“Yay.” Yamaguchi says silently.

The others said internal curses for not getting their name pulled.

You all say your typical good nights as all of you get in your spots.

….

While you went off to Takeda earlier, the Karasuno boys were discussing arguing about something weighing on their minds.

What could that be?

I think the next part will be the finale-