#felt rly good being there and i felt just warmth and everything

[sunkissedlouis]

celebrated my first pride with the loveliest bunch that i met on here while surrounded by the wonderful lgbtqia+ community❣️ so much beauty, love, safety, and talent (and more+++ tbh) all around 🥰🥺

happy happy happy pride!! 🌈🌈🌈

💞 ilysm thank you loves @footy-met-mussy @callouiee @nouis-meltdown

[jinnie-ret]

silent cry

seo changbin x female!reader

genre: descriptive angst that turns into sickeningly sweet fluff at the end

content warnings: depressive tendencies implied, dependency

word count: 1.2k

summary: she hid her thoughts and struggles to not burden her boyfriend, but he catches her in tears

requested: 🕷️anon

this may have veered off slightly off of what the original request was but I hope you still enjoy! I loved writing this one, feel rly proud of it :)

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It was a hard thing to navigate sometimes, emotions. Often she felt as if something was wrong with her. Why couldn't she embrace and confront those sadder, darker feelings, when the love of her life was someone who championed every little thing she did?

Changbin was smart, intuitive, and incredibly aware of how those around him felt. His empathy, pureness and generosity was something many couldn't comprehend, so it was no surprise he had many idol friends. The level of extraordinary observation he carried only increased tenfold when he was with her.

But being without him, it was a different story. To be without him, cast a darkness over the sun that was coming out of hiding, and bringing warmth to her days. To be without him, was to snuggle up into bed, alone, and wrap herself tightly in crumpled blankets to try and imagine his arms encompassing her safely as she entered a dreamlike state. To be without him, was a nightmare that rattled her bones as cries wracked through her body in the early hours of the morning.

To be without him, was to live a life where she couldn't be.

Some may say it's dramatic. How could someone solely depend on another so much that they felt as if they had lost a part of them when they were not together? The answer wasn't simple. Anyone could have their own interpretation of the situation, but what really mattered was the way that their souls had intertwined and formed a love so strong and unbreakable.

That love would stretch a lot of the time. The distance that existed when she was apart from Changbin taunted her, tugging her heart towards where it belonged. Yes, maybe her heart didn't belong in a Stray Kids fanmeeting, or a tour around the world, but it was meant to be with him. Changbin knew it too. He just didn't know the extent of how bad things were getting because his partner had mastered the skill of presenting a facade through texts, video calls... you name it.

There were other things going on in her life, there always were, and he had helped her understand what was happening and how she could healthily support herself. She was struggling to wrap her brain around everything however, when she didn't have her lifeline next to her. Instead, she was holed up in their shared bedroom, aimlessly scrolling through her phone in attempt to divert and distract her mind. So much so, that when Changbin had arrived home early to surprise her, she didn't really believe it.

Perhaps it was a fever dream?

"Hey honey," Changbin cooed gently as he entered the dark room, weakly lit by the brightness of her phone and the dying bulb of the salt lamp they had. Damn, he needed to replace that soon. There were other things he needed to worry over first though.

She didn't respond. Her spiraling that had occured with his absence was clear to see. Curtains and blinds shut. Dirty dishes. Clothes strewn across the floor where, hey, at least she had been able to change into something different.

"Jagi?" Changbin whispered lightly, now crouched down next to her by the bed as he knelt on the floor, not quite touching her yet as he didn't want to overwhelm her. He was good like that, knowing exactly how she worked.

Again, no response. In truth, she felt that tug on her heart and knew he was there, but something within her, like a subconscious turning of cogs, fueled a robotic motion of continuing to fixate onto her phone.

"I'm here now," Changbin whispered, thick fingers delicately smoothing across her knee as he waited patiently for her to be ready.

And just like that, her phone was now beside her as she gazed ahead of her, no eye contact made yet but the twitches of her thumbs without nothing to hold, and the way her lips pursed together to stop anything from escaping her gave away some telltale signs to Changbin that she really had been going through it.

"That's it, I'm here," Changbin's deep, husky voice unleashed the floodgates as tears streamed down her face, chest stuttering with it's normal rhythm as she refused to let any sobs echo between the walls. His hands connected with hers, squeezing gently.

"I hate how much I miss you," she attempted to whisper, but with the lump in her throat rising the turmoil she had been facing revealed itself.

"Oh honey," Changbin felt himself tearing up but he calmed himself in order to remain stable for her. That's just what he was. A reliable pillar for her weight to rest against as he pulled her against him, joining her in bed and cradling her tenderly.

"I don't know why-" she cried, hands resting at his lower back and she desperately clutched onto him, squeezing the soft fabric of his black hoodie to tell herself he was here. She was safe. She was ok. And with him, all of the stress would alleviate and float away. With him, the fogginess that clouded her judgement would leave. With him, her silent cries that were cruelly locked away, could be unleashed and heard.

"I've got you, it's ok, I'm with you, and I'm here now, ok?" Changbin's lips pressed a kiss into her hairline, as he relished this moment of having her with him too.

"I wish I wasn't like this. I just... I need you. Always. Some days it's just harder," she sniffled, bravely shifting into his arms to climb over the walls she had built around her and finally stare into his eyes. The very ones that made her putty.

"Those days will get better. When you let go, when you can let everything out, it feels better, right?" Changbin rested his head against her, searching, scanning for anything she'd try to hide. He found comfort that there were no signs of caged thoughts being left unsaid.

"It does. You're right. You always are," she nodded ever so slightly, as not to break this close intimacy she was receiving, what she had craved for these past two weeks.

"Mm, aren't you lucky?" Changbin smirked but without any trace of joking or performative arrogance.

"I am, I'm so lucky. Sometimes it doesn't feel real that you're here with me, because I can't even comprehend that, like... That I'm with you," she said with utmost sincerity lacing her words.

"Aigoo, this is why I like to hear what's on your mind. My honey is so good with her words," Changbin chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers, smiling brightly when he heard a giggle that came straight after his.

"I'm not," she protested, looking down.

"No, don't do that, I need your pretty eyes in my sights," he tilted her head up.

"Gonna cost you," she joked. There it was, the warmth was back. The light was back, despite the cave like lighting in the room. He could so easily bring out that side of her, and help her to forget about her struggles and simply exist around him, being her true authentic self. He helped her to be.

"Yah! I shouldn't have to pay!"

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[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

i have nowhere to go w any character rly,, just being beaten down and SO done with everything that has gone down in ur life, ending up on someone’s doorstep in the rain, asking for a moment of peace with them🥲🥲🥲

it ain't raining cause i wanted the pathetic fallacy to provide a happier setting than our dear reader's apartment - anyway, this one was fun, and is written extremely vaguely, in terms of your chosen character.

Seeking Peace - Drabble

Written with Iruka, Kakashi, Shisui, Shikamaru, Naruto, Shino, Choji, Kiba, Sai, and Neji in mind, but could work for others.

Warnings: swearing, angst, symptoms of depression (not showering, not eating), this might suck lmk

W/c: 612

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You know it's gotten bad again, when you haven't had a good cup of tea in so long, that you start to forget how a proper cup should taste.

You know it's gotten bad again, when you realize you haven't showered in over a week; you can almost see the layer of dirt that clings to your skin, matting every hue.

You know it's gotten bad again, when you can't even finish a dinner roll in one sitting, even after having forgotten to eat for two days - though your stomach whales and gurgles, if you eat one bite too much, it all comes up.

You know it's gotten bad again.

Will it get better on it's own?

Stirring your tea until you can hear not a single sugar granule on the bottom, you sip the carefully brewed mixture with purpose - only to find it tastes of... ugh.

Sitting in the shower, your arms scream with exertion while washing your hair, battling the heavy tendrils with too much shampoo to quantify - but, can you find the energy to scrub your body? Ugh.

Drawing to the fridge, you hesitate to open it.

Fuck this, I need help.

So, you pull your favourite jumper over your t-shirt, and cover your legs with black track pants. Argyle socks had always ticked you, so you thought, for shits and giggles, why not?

Shoes were all you needed, then you got your keys and your coat, ready to leave.

You know where to go.

To the kindest person you know.

He was a constant presence in your life, on the sunny days and the rainy days. His door was always open, and his shoulder was always good to cry on. With him, he brought a homely warmth. one that drew you in, one that you craved, now, more than ever.

The streets are empty, and you realize it to be the dead of night. The village was asleep, washed in a silver glow and cool breeze.

The Moon tells you that it's a little past midnight, so you'd better hurry up. You heed her gentle advice, and could feel a beam of her shine along your face as a reward.

The beautiful Moon was very kind. So kind, that there was only one kinder than she.

And now you stood at his doorstep, your muscles tired, your mouth dry, and your heart heavy. Despite your thoughts that told you to go back to your apartment, you reach up and knock gently against his door. Then, wait.

And wait.

You rest your forehead against the door. Maybe you could just sleep here, on his doorstep... at least you'd be out of your apartment.

Then the door slowly cracks open.

Standing up straight, you gathered up whatever you could, and smile at him. He smiles right back, giving you a little boost.

Rubbing his eyes, he yawns, "What's the word, hummingbird? I haven't seen you in a bit."

"I'm sorry about that, and this - y'know, given the time and all..."

"Agh, don't worry about it," he assures you with a sleep-laced voice. He holds the door open wider, and motions you in. "Do you wanna come in to have a tea and a chat, or... I dunno, we could cuddle up on the couch maybe?"

He would always understand you, he would never question you - and you couldn't have been more grateful for his mere existence in the present moment. It was like he lifted the invisible weight from your shoulders, and allowed you to draw a proper breath, for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Whatever you want to do," you reply with a small, but genuine, smile. "I just want a moment of peace... with you."

[fu-yuuki]

Part 2 of KanaMafu!! To be honest I didn't rly wanted to continue this fic because of the tiny coincidence of the part 1 of the fic and the most recent Nightcord at 2500 Saying Goodbye to My Masked Self but I still finished it :> Soo,, i hope you'll enjoy this fic!! 💖

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KANAMAFU Part 2

"Just why... Why do you want to to this to me..." Mafuyu questioned. She had her lifeless eyes staring into her mother's eyes.

"Mafuyu, it is for your own good. You will then not spend precious time with those 'good for nothing' friends. Don't you want to become a doctor in the future? You will have to remove these distractions from your life, " Mafuyu's mom retorted, leaving no more suitable arguments for Mafuyu to add on.

"G-go away...."

"What did you say?"

"I SAID- GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU!" Mafuyu gasped as she grabbed tightly on her chest.

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Mafuyu eyes flew open suddenly, gasping for air.

"M- Mafuyu? Are you okay?" Kanade's soft hands brushed across Mafuyu's cheek.

"I think so.." Mafuyu's voice trailed away as she tried to avoid Kande's eye contact.

She knew very well Kanade was worried about her well being especially realising that whatever Kaito said in Sekai is true. Her mind was filled with questions. "Can you really accept that?" Kaito's words still echoed in her head. "She's trying to kill your own emotions. Is there any point for sympathy?"

A warm hand pulled her into an embrace, her thoughts all vanished into this air. All she could focus on was the first warm embrace that she had from what she remembered. Her face buried in the crook of Kanade's neck.

"Did you cook something? I smell pancakes," Mafuyu asked, her voice muffled.

"I thought I could surprise you by cooking pancakes for breakfast, you looked like you didn't ate dinner last night," Kanade could feel her heart racing, her face turning redder by the second as she realised how close Mafuyu was.

"Mochizuki-san also taught me some recipes last week.. I thought I'd cook breakfast for us.." Kanade tried to calm her heart down as she tried to move to make herself comfortable.

This...feeling... it feels so warm.. Mafuyu gripped onto Kanade's slim waist subconsciously and held her chin up.

"M-Mafuyu....?" She looked up with a confused face as she watched Mafuyu inched closer to her face placing her lips on Kanade's pale lips.

"Kanade, lets eat first," Mafuyu broke off the kiss, her hands over her lips unable to process everything that just happened.

She was still in daze as Mafuyu led her out of her room noticing how much effort Kanade placed just to make breakfast for the both of them. Especially how she was not an early bird. Mafuyu walked towards one of the chair next to the dining table and sat on it, pulling her's waist making her sit on her lap.

"How long?" Mafuyu questioned while taking a bite of the meal prepared by Kanade

"H..how long what...?" Kanade questioned back, enjoying the warmth from Mafuyu's body.

"How long have you liked me?" Mafuyu turned her head to face Kanade, her hands that were once holding the cutlery is now around her thin waist.

"Your smile... During that time where we released Kanadetomosusora your smile was the prettiest I seen... I didn't want you to lose your hope on finding your feelings back that time so that was my goal but, after you smiled, that was my goal... to make sure that you can smile brightly feeling happy," Kanade looked straight into Mafuyu's eye, serious but with a light hint of pink on her cheeks.

"Thank you.. For being by my side all these times.." Mafuyu's heart felt warm, comforted, away from everything but music and the one dearest to her, Kanade. Her Kanade. Her music. Will always be close to her heart never far away from her again.

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UWAA IM FINISHED WITH THIS FIC!!! I can't believe I managed to finish this, knowing that I took very long to complete part 2 of this fic  😅 . I apologise for not beta reading but ill make sure that ill re-read it soon!!

ps: i might open a request if you all are interested :>

[banglatown]

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[babymilkawa]

hi!! could you do how the todoroki, deku, and bakugou would react to their s/o sleeping on the couch after an argument? no pressure, ty!

sure sure!!

s/o sleeping after argument headcanons with:

todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

todoroki shoto

he had left for work in the morning annoyed from the argument he had with you

part of him wanted to make up with you right there, knowing that his day would only get worse if the two of you were angry at each other

but he was still fuming and he didn’t want to take his anger out on you

he was right, though because he found himself missing the cute texts you’d send him, updating him on your day, it would’ve really given him a boost of energy from the mountain of work he had

Todoroki was tempted to make up with you over text but he decided to apologize in person for whatever it was, he just wanted things to be back to normal

he ended up having to leave work late because of one of his colleagues being absent so todoroki hoped that he could find a chance to apologize before you settled in for the night

arriving at home, he saw that you were just cleaning up the dishes

which meant that you had already eaten

his heart sank a little at that because the two of you usually ate together

so he was just about to speak up when you left for the bathroom, off to do your nightly routine

he sighed and washed up in the other bathroom, changing into his pajamas to wait for you in bed

but you never came

even 10 minutes after he heard the door to the bathroom open, you still didn’t come

wanting to settle this once and for all, he went out to the living room only to find you huddled on the sofa, clutching a thin blanket that was thrown over your body

were you still mad at him? did you not want to sleep with him? he felt a little hurt but still walked over to you

to your sleeping face, he said, “y/n..look I'm sorry for this morning. can you just..come to bed, please?”

he had a feeling you weren’t asleep, even when he received no response

so he decided to lift you up, thinking that he’d get a reaction after that

and he did, you squirmed and tried to get down but he carried you to bed, your thin blanket dragging on the floor

“did you hear what I said?” he asked, looking down at you

“yes,” you muttered into his neck. “I'm sorry too.”

todoroki let out a sigh of relief

good, now we can spend the whole night cuddling 

midoriya izuku

the argument was about how midoriya didn’t always have to let bakugou push him around

it never had to lead to a full scale argument but the two of you were just so caught up in your own opinions

you left your apartment with a slam and angrily drove to the gym

for the rest of the day, you were able to release your anger out through training, which you thought was convenient because you could improve on your combat skills too

you hoped that by the end of your session, you could calmly handle the matter with your boyfriend

but when it felt like you were finally calm again, he walked in

bakugou happened to want to train too and seeing him made all your anger come back up, reminding you why you had left the comfort of your home in the first place

you quickly left the vicinity before he could even ask you to sparr together

but walking outside, you saw that it was already dark

that meant you had to head home soon

on the way, you decided to order some takeout, picking your boyfriend’s favorite place

once you reached home, he quietly greeted you but didn’t ask how your day went

his wasn’t the best but looking at the clothes you wore, he figured you went to the gym

you set the food down on the table and the two of you ate in silence

You could feel your boyfriend sneak glances at you, wanting to say something

but instead of making eye contact, you picked at your food, eyes boring holes at it

he offered to clean up and you simply nodded, heading to the bathroom to wash up

after you were done you saw that he was already in bed and you didn’t know whether to join him or not

not wanting it to be awkward, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, surrounded by your comfort pillows and throw blankets

it wasn’t until you were about to fall asleep did you hear your boyfriend creak towards you

“Y/n? why are you here, I was waiting for you.”

You could hear the slight crack in his voice and how he heavily swallowed down his nervousness

sighing, you got up, not wanting to keep this up either

“izu I’m sorry for today. I was just frustrated. Forgive me?”

he eagerly nodded, bringing you into his arms

“I’m sorry too, for yelling.”

you both walked into your shared bedroom and got comfortable under the covers, both falling asleep from the warmth radiating around you

bakugou katsuki

it was another stupid argument that had no reason for the two of you to be ignoring each other

bakugou left without his goodbye kiss from you, resulting him to be even grumpier at work

this “stupid argument” also broke your routine of meeting each other at the park everyday to have lunch together

bakugou was unsure of whether or not he should go there..part of him hoping that you’d be there so he could make up with you but also not wanting to embarrass himself if your usual bench was empty

usually you’d text him that you were there but today u didnt

He figured you were eating lunch at home and so he headed out to the nearest cafe to get his own sandwich

it definitely tasted bland, it wasn’t your homemade bento first of all aaaand he was having it alone 😒 without your company

finally at around 5, bakugou was able to drag himself home

he badly wanted to feel your touch again, have you massage his aching muscles

but when he entered the house, you were nowhere to be seen

he could hear the shower running though so he went by the door, trying to hear you sing in there like you always do

but it was dead silent except for maybe a twist of a bottle cap 

he sulked a little, were you still upset over this morning? enough to not make you sing in the shower?

he decided to eat dinner then wash up in the other bathroom

he would’ve waited till you were done showering to eat but he saw that you had already eaten, the dirty dishes piling up in the sink

another thing that made him sulk a little more

after all that, bakugou laid down on your bed, sighing out loud

everything was warm and comfortable, he was just missing you by his side

he decided that once you walked in, he’d embrace you as an apology and the two of you could cuddle to sleep

but half an hour had passed and the shower was no longer running

what were you doing?

picking himself off the sleep-inviting bed, bakugou walked into the living room to find your figure stretched out on the coach

a creased formed in his forehead at how stubborn you could be

rly? the two of you always slept together

neither one could even sleep without the other

rly, this tactic would only be a downfall for you too

you’d only go back at midnight and beg for his warmth

normally, he’d taunt you but he wanted to end this stupid argument as quick as possible so he swiftly picked you up, ignoring your groans and protests of trying to sleep

after flopping you on the bed, bakugou put his hands on his hips and said, “can we just forget about this morning? we both have our regrets so let’s just call it even”

you rolled your eyes but nodded

and like a puppy told that it was going out for a walk, bakugou happily snaked his arms around you and rested his head by yours

a/n: ugh I never know how to end these T-T

bnha masterlist

[slowdiived]

Hey! Would you be up for a fic where the reader’s been made rly self conscious because of kurts chat and it’s made them really sad lately. You’re physically scared of his livestreams/vlogging and while you’ve still been lovely with Kurt even he can tell something’s wrong. Basically Kurt being fucking wounded seeing you be sad all week and not getting it, even despite his efforts of cheering you up or asking to talk, until you finally tell him what’s up. Thank you!

better distractions (kurt kunkle/fem reader)

cannon to my other stories as well! warnings for body image issues and fluffy sadness :(

you popped into kurt's livestream during your lunch break at work. you were excited to see him, annoyed that you were stuck with another four hours in your shift. he was giggling and telling the chat about his last few days since he hadn't been spreeing.

"(y/n) and i went to bobby's birthday, you guys probably saw the pictures," he said with a huge smile plastered on his face. "i thought our outfits were pretty good, (y/n) looked amazing."

you loved hearing him talk about you to the stream, it made your heart flutter. he was being so genuine, his eyes were full of admiration. he made you so happy that you were slightly kicking your feet like a child.

he leaned over to read the chat when he was a stoplight. you started paying attention to what everyone was saying and immediately felt sick.

multiple people were saying that you weren't pretty enough to be with kurt. you assumed it was his newfound 'fan girls' (you hated the label but it was true) and tried to read anything else that wasn't as bad. people were soon saying that you looked like you had let yourself go since you had gotten with kurt. you looked down at your body, so clueless to what they mean. you hadn't changed much physically, how could you let yourself go?

tears brimmed in your eyes. you looked back at kurt who looked surprised at everyone in the chat.

"wow, i thought you guys all loved (y/n)," he sighed. "let's just talk about something else."

for some reason that comment set you off. you turned off your phone and headed back inside the store for the rest of your shift. you felt miserable and wanted to cry. some of your coworkers asked if you were okay and you had to shake your head no. you refused to tell them so they let you have your space.

when you got home, kurt's car was parked next to your roommate's. you smiled and knew he was just in your room waiting. you needed a hug and a forehead kiss so bad. his warmth and sensitivity will heal you from the day's trauma.

you practically ran through the door and to your room. your roommate was tucked away on the couch and you could care less about how stupid you looked. as you opened and closed your door, there he was.

he was on his side, elbow propping his head up as he laid across your bed. he was in one of your baggie hoodies and a pair basketball shorts. he grinned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"hey," he greeted.

you threw off your employee vest and yanked off your shoes. you tossed yourself on the bed and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. it was an awkward position but you needed him to know that you needed him. he pressed his arms around your waist, your shirt bunched up in his hands as he returned your strength.

you started sniffling and his radar went off, sensing something was wrong. he turned his head, his nose pressed to the side of your hair near your ear.

"is ev-everything alri-good?" he said, the panic affecting his speech.

"bad day," you whispered, not budging from him.

he rubbed your back and kept ahold of you. his fingers went under your sweater, his cold palm flat on your back. it sent a shiver through you but you didn't mind.

kurt started to pull away.

"sorry my arm was falling asleep," he mumbled.

you apologized and wiped your eyes for a minute.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, his hands held onto yours.

"just usual work stuff," you shrugged. "just needed a hug. i'm all better."

he smiled and gave you a small kiss.

"good, i wanted to stream with you," he soon became his usual chipper self that you had grown to love. "i was thinking we could-"

"i don't wanna stream," you said, panic risen in your chest. "sorry."

he looked disappointed but he told you that you didn't need to be sorry. he stood up and pulled out his phone, setting it up on your desk.

"what are you doing?" you asked, pulling yourself out of frame.

"i was just gonna do a quick stream but you don't have to be in it," he smiled.

before you could protest, he started his usual 'welcome to my live' spiel. you didn't have the heart to tell him to stop so you just watched from afar.

"where is (y/n)?" kurt read from his chat.

you wanted to yell at him to turn it off but you watched in silence.

"she didn't want to be in it," he sighed. "she had a bad day at work today, she isn't feeling well."

you rolled your eyes at his tendency to overshare with the fans. you just pulled out your phone and started scrolling through twitter like usual.

you read a few headlines, mindless discourse and memes littering your timeline. some fan accounts popping up and posting fan art, earning a like from you. it was the two of you in the style of a cartoon you and kurt loved to watch.

"thank you kurtsearth69," he said rather loudly. "i think people are being too harsh."

you knew that he was talking about the comments made about you. it made you nervous so you kept trying to distract yourself from it.

you then saw a tweet about someone hating you for being with kurt. you just shut your phone off and tried to breathe, losing your mind over the shitty people online. they loved to fuck with you too much and you weren't use to it yet. you had your own fans and they never cared to say thing like that about kurt, they loved seeing the two of you.

"are you sure you don't wanna pop in and say hi?" kurt turned, facing you as you laid flat against your bed.

"im sure, i just wanna hang with you," you whispered just loud enough that he could hear.

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you had a few days off, perks of being able to go part time for work. you had a few consistent brand deals that were finally giving you a better pay than just working at the grocery store. it wasn't fully enough but it was a nice boost. there was at least one nice pro about having a social media presence.

you said goodbye to your roommate after they left for work and decided to lay on the couch. you turned on the tv and started watching your favorite podcast. you were in kurt's merch, a baggy black t-shirt with his world logo on it. you had no pants on, just underwear and socks. the shirt went to your mid thigh so it didn't expose much unless you bent down.

you soon got a call from kurt, pausing your video and answering.

"hey, can i come pick you up?" he asked the minute you answered.

"uh," you paused for a minute. "why?"

"i want to take you to lunch," he responded gleefully. "we can have it in a section of this week's vlog."

you didn't want to eat or look at a camera.

"i don't really want to go out," you sighed. "do you wanna just hang out with me here? we can snuggle and watch a movie."

"uh, o-okay," you could tell he was disappointed. "i'm suppose to stream with bobby around three though."

"on twitch?" you asked.

"yeah uh, so i wouldn't be able to stay for long," you let out a shaky breath in the middle of him talking. "im sorry, maybe you can come to mine-to my house, after?"

"sure," you accidentally got short with him through your anger for being insecure.

"well, i love you," his tone was soft. "i'll see you later."

"love you, bye," you hung up on him.

after the time came around for his stream, you couldn't help but to watch. it had a few thousand viewers, glad to notice that most wouldn’t know you joined. they were playing fortnite (god this game makes your brain turn to slush), and bobby was narrating his moves to kurt.

you were bored but also wanted to watch to see what others were saying. people were talking about how cute kurt looked with his hair pushed back by his bulky headphones or that he was being so funny. kurt had his awkward charm and his jokes weren't always intentional, some people couldn't figure out if he was ironic or not. you agreed with them though, he looked cute and he was being admittedly funny.

"hey, why is everyone saying to check out some twitter account?" bobby asked kurt.

"i don’t know,” kurt shrugged on camera. “don’t focus on it right now, we gotta win.”

they quickly moved onto whatever challenge they were doing, fully talking about the game. you kept your gaze pressed to the chat, reading every single word. a few different people were tagging an account saying to check out their twitter. the account was called ‘(y/n)sworld96’. you hated the spin-off of kurt’s user.

you pulled up twitter, searching the name with anxiety pulsing through your veins. your heart felt shaky, thoughts rolling in and out with no set pace. once everything loaded you clicked on the account and scrolled down to see their tweets.

you almost threw up then and there.

there were pictures of you from bobby’s party, where you had thought you looked pretty, but they were pointing out things all over your body. you then scrolled down further to see a video with a tweet that said:

‘(y/n) ruining the vibe comp’

you turned your phone off.

and for the rest of the week you wouldn’t show your face in any content with him. you posted very little to your socials and just stayed home or worked. the weekend hit and kurt knew something was up.

no matter what he did, you never seem satisfied. you couldn't keep up the facade anymore and he was nervous. you still kissed him and praised him but you seemed tired. he tried to get you to talk but you wouldn’t tell him anything. he had very little for vlogging footage so he posted a gaming video. everyone ate it up anyway.

you had gone to his house for the night, your roommate pissing you off with their loud and shitty friends. you wanted to be somewhere quiet with less people, kurt immediately jumping at the chance for you to come over.

you were laying in his bed and he was on his computer making some beats. it was his side hobby that he enjoyed a lot. you just sat on your phone, an airpod in.

you were watching tik tok, swiping through videos and liking things. you stumbled across a video of a girl complaining about all the hate she had recently seen in kurt's chats. she was talking about how unfair that you both got so big for your relationship and now people are shitting all over it. you started crying at the mere examples that they provided, carefully trying to sniffle. it was dark in kurt's room except for his computer screen and led lights that lined his closet. he was a sucker for trends, super excited when he got his lights. they were set on a dark purple which didn't illuminate much of the room.

you needed kurt to give you a hug or something so you sat up carefully and quietly. you walked over to him and draped your arms around his neck, kissing his temple to get his attention.

he pulled off his headphones and turned to face you, a smile forming.

"hi baby," he said in a loving tone.

he soon noticed your eyes were wet and you were sniffling. he swiveled his chair around and motioned for you to sit in his lap. he placed his headphones on his desk. you carefully put each leg through the hole of the arm rest and back of the seat. he held your cheeks and wiped your tears, his eyes worried.

"what's been going on (y/n)?" he asked, grabbing both of your cheeks.

you let it start spilling out, tears drenching your face.

"everyone h-hates me," you struggled to contain yourself.

"i don't hate you," he said calmly. "where is this coming from?"

"your fans," you sighed. "everyone thinks i’m not enough for you. they think i’m fat and that i ruin every video or stream. i don’t ever want to be on camera again. i’m sorry that i ruin everything.”

kurt’s eyes were sad. they moved to your lips and his carefully parted. it looked like he wanted to say something but no words came out. you felt embarrassed for even being so sad, more tears starting to roll.

“i-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said anything,” you spoke just above a whisper, your eyes on your lap now.

“no, uh-“ he hesitated and you looked back up. “i just, uh…”

he quickly and sloppily pressed his lips to yours. you accepted it graciously, kissing back with just as much passion as kurt had put in. his hands dug into your hips and he pulled away, spit disconnecting between the two of you.

“i love you,” he couldn’t help but smile at his feelings towards you. “i am not the best-good with words, uh-but i care about you. their feelings are stupid and wrong. i never want to stop doing-making content with you. you are perfect a-and they are trolls. i’ll have a talk with everyone about boundaries-“

he flipped his hair out of his face and kissed your cheek.

“we can both talk about it.”

you placed your head on his shoulder, embracing him tightly. he nuzzled his forehead into your neck and you both sat like that for a minute, the only sound coming from his headphones. your hearts were beating against one another and you couldn’t help but start silently sniffling about having such a sweet boyfriend.

[shokobuns]

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT 

More.

One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,”  a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets. 

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth. 

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

[marvelouspeterparker]

If you’re taking requests, no worries if not, can you do one based on Tom’s recent insta story (him playing guitar) where he sends that to the reader bc they’re doing long distance, and he’s trying to serenade her but it keeps going wrong. So reader makes a joke about his fingers and then they video sex.

requests aren't rly open but i had to indulge <3

wc: 1.2k

warnings: mutual masturbation/phone sex

"oh for fuck's sake––" tom muttered under his breath, a look of pure frustration on his face that you couldn't help but smile at. he'd been trying to play the same song for a while now, the pressure he was putting on himself getting the best of him, making him mess up the parts he knew by heart.

he looked up at you with an almost pleading smile, "one more time, hold on, love." he focused back on the guitar for a few seconds before looking off to the side and starting to strum again.

your eyes trailed over his figure through the small screen, the more you looked at him, the more you missed him, his comforting presence, his soothing touch.

your gaze made it's way along his body, from his messy curls to the concentrated furrow of his brows, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his neck, his bare chest and the hypnotizing movement of his fingers. you found yourself unable to look away, entranced by the veins in his hands, the precise fingering of the strings.

the more and more you stared, the more you missed him, specifically his touch. you felt a pit of desire growing inside you, warmth spreading through your body as he finally finished the song successfully with little to no mistakes.

he looked back to the screen and you sucked in a breath, your eyes widening slightly as you snapped out of your trance. "what did you think? be honest."

"i think...you sounded great," you paused and bit your lip, your smile peeking through. "but your hands looked even better."

tom chuckled in surprise, intrigue and amusement clear in his eyes. "oh really?" he put the guitar aside and kept his eyes on you as he smiled smugly. "well i can't say watching you ogle me through the screen didn't have an effect on me."

you rolled your eyes but lied back against your pillows, looking up at the screen with a needy look in your eyes, letting your free hand trail over your chest to graze your nipples through your thin night shirt (which was really tom's). "i really miss you tommy."

his eyes darkened, his voice almost a whisper. "yeah, darling?"

you nodded, "miss your hands, the way you touch me and make me feel good."

"shit––" he reached a hand down to palm himself through his boxers, sitting back against the couch. his phone was propped up against the table so you could see everything, from his spread thighs, to his pretty face. "you miss feeling my fingers in your tight cunt?"

your breath hitched as you nodded immediately, "so bad."

"let me see those tits, baby. lift your shirt up."

you pulled the shirt up over your chest and sighed at the feeling of the cool air hitting your pebbled nipples.

you reached up and squeezed one of your breasts, letting your fingers graze and pull at the sensitive nipple and tom groaned softly, his mouth falling open as he looked at you. "you know what i miss, darling?" he started palming himself faster, bucking into his own touch. "the feeling of your skin on my tongue, the way your back would arch when i ran my tongue over your nipples, the way you'd gasp and cling onto me when i sucked on them."

you rubbed your thighs together at his words, your breaths getting heavier and choppier as you watched him start to get more desperate in his actions.

"but you know what i miss most of all?" he licked his lips. "the taste of your sweet pussy, the way it would tighten up around my fingers when i stretch you out for my cock––fuck––" he slipped his member out of his boxers and your mouth practically watered at the sight of him––he'd be gone for another two weeks and you didn't know if you'd be able to last that long, you needed him.

"will you let me see my pussy, lovie? be a good girl and touch yourself for me the way i would."

a small moan escaped you and his head fell back from the sound, he was holding himself back for you, but if he was being honest, just by looking at you, he could've finished a while ago. he let his head rest against the back of the couch and licked his lips as he watched you prop the phone up against a pillow between your legs, by your feet.

you pulled the shirt back up over your chest and leaned back before spreading your legs and spreading your lips with two fingers, looking back at the screen when you heard a curse.

"look at you, god––such a perfect pussy," he sat up to get a closer look, his hand stroking his cock lazily. "wish i could bury my face between those thighs again, you're gonna be the death of me, love." you whined out his name breathlessly and he shushed you, cooing softly, "you're okay baby. touch yourself for me, okay?

you dipped a finger into your sex and spread the wetness all over your clit, bucking and hissing at the sensitivity, tom wasn't even here, but just his words had made you this wet.

your other hand teased your nipple, making you sigh and moan and tom spit in his hand before stroking himself faster, the wet sounds making you even more worked up.

"fuck, that's it baby, so good for me."

the praise only added fuel to the fire, your moans and whines increasing in volume.

"can see your pretty little hole clenching, darling. your pussy's just aching to be filled––why don't you put a few fingers in there, hm?"

you let out a breathless 'okay' and let your head tilt back from the pleasure when you slid a finger inside, pumping and curling it until you shoved another one as well. you spread your legs impossibly wider and focused on the image of tom's hand stroking his hard cock with hooded eyes and a lustful gaze.

you reached your other hand down to rub at your clit and gasped, "oh fuck––"

"you getting close baby?" tom's voice was strained, his breath shaky as he started massaging his balls with his free hand, eyes focused in on your body, ears tuned into your moans. you nodded, "me too––go a little faster baby, shit––wanna watch you cum on your fingers."

you nodded and did as he said rubbing and pumping your fingers faster, the sounds of your slick carrying through the call and making tom bite his lip at the thought of how good you feel around him, how wet you get for him.

"gonna––gonna cum tommy––" your voice was breathless and whiny, and if you were honest, it was turning you on as well.

"go on, cum darling. make a mess for me."

your back arched and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the pleasure practically coursing through your veins as you came with a sharp moan.

you heard the sounds pick up speed on the other end and willed yourself to lift your head and open your eyes, biting your lip as you watched tom cum with a groan, his release coating his fingers. you watched with your mouth hung open from the pleasure, your legs near trembling as you continued to rub yourself through your high.

you both looked at each other with lazy, lust-drunk smiles, your hands still moving slowly. you brought your hand up and licked your fingers lazily before sucking them in your mouth, cleaning off your wetness and tom bit his lip, grinning as he shook his head.

"i'm flying you out this weekend, i can't take this anymore."

you smiled back, popping your fingers out of your mouth, glad you were both on the same page. "can't wait."

[adoringmha]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOU BEING REALLY FLIRTY + FLIRTING WITH THEM

CHARACTERS: bakugo + denki + kirishima + (f!reader)

REQUEST: heyy!! could i request the students with a super flirtatious girl?? how would they react? would they be oblivious? would they be down for it? maybe some smut idk • by anonymous

WARNINGS: suggestive things + smutty scenes

NOTES: i wasn’t sure who exactly you wanted so i just did these three <3

bakugo 

at first he notices you and your flirty behavior and he just grumbles and ignores you 

(even though he lowkey wants you to only flirt with him, but he’ll deny that) 

but then you do start flirting w him––

saying things like “wow you’re so strong katsuki”

and part of him wants to yell that you don’t know him like that to be using his first name...but it sounds rly nice coming from you

and he normally doesn’t like when people kiss his ass cause whatever they’re saying is usually a given and shouldn’t be surprising 

(like how he’s good at what he does), 

but for some reason, there’s something about you that makes him play into it.

he’ll have a cocky smirk on his face as he watches you with slitted eyes, “go on.” 

suddenly he tries showing off even more than usual with the hopes that you’ll shower him in praise

whole time he’s smirking and lowkey flexing for you

he’ll even flirt back with you, temporarily making you speechless

but if you think you can keep flirting with anyone else once you’ve got this thing going with him––

you were currently pressed up against the door of a random supply closet, bakugo shoving you in there as soon as everyone else walked ahead to go to lunch. one of his hands was wrapped around your throat as he pressed into you from behind. 

“what were you doing with shitty-hair huh?” 

you gasped when he grabbed a handful of your ass before slapping it, words escaping your mind. when you didn’t say anything, he tightened his hold on your throat.

“asked you a question princess.” 

“was just––talking to him.” you tried to turn your head to bat your lashes at him but he wouldn’t let you.

“tch, with your hands all over him? don’t think so.” he bit your earlobe and you swallowed thickly as he whispered in your ear, his voice gruff. “think you wanted to piss me off.”

you smirked. “and why would i wanna do that, katsuki?” 

he cursed at the sound of his name and slid his hand in your panties, grinning at how wet you were. “m’gonna put you in your place the way you deserve, don’t you worry.”

denki

denki noticed the way you would your bat your eyelashes at people, put a hand on their shoulder or arm

he knew you were just like that

but sometimes he couldn’t tell if you were flirting or not or just being nice

he’d literally ask you with a hopeful smile on his face

“wait are you flirting with me?”

you’d just laugh and walk away, “i’m sure you can figure it out, denki”

he puts two and two after a bit and realizes that you are in fact flirting with him

you talk to him so often that he starts to perk up whenever you enter the room he’s in, hoping you’ll come give him attention

he’d try to flirt back with you too but sometimes he’s a little nervous or literally does not know what to respond

so he just stands there stuttering and blushing as he watches you

and it’s adorable

just makes you wanna ruin him

but he can be a little bold

in fact that’s how you both act on your feelings

he just randomly asks one day (lowkey as a joke, just in case you’re not into it) as you’re flirting with each other

“you wanna go somewhere...more private?” he even raises his brows and everything

he wasn’t actually expecting you to take him up on his offer, completely used to rejection, but he was not complaining. not one bit. 

your lips were trailing and sucking along his neck, leaving pretty marks on his skin, his hands gripping your waist desperately for some sort of stability. he bucked his hips into yours subconsciously when you found his sweet spot, his hands sending a little jolt to you, making you smirk into his neck. 

“does that feel good denki?” your voice was sweet and soft as you grinded onto him, making him curse quietly. 

“fuck––” his voice cracked and he winced internally. “yeah, oh god yeah, feels really good.” 

you sat up and reached one hand behind his head to pull his hair and pressed your lips against his, muffling his whines. 

his hands were roaming your body, holding you close as he kissed you back feverishly. he mumbled against your lips, “god i really like you.” 

you pulled away and his eyes widened, he shouldn’t have said––

you smiled, “i like you too,” before leaning back in, “now keep kissing me.”

he nodded, “yes ma’am.”  

kirishima

poor baby would be kinda awkward sometimes

he’s flattered that you flirt with him but he knows that you flirt with everyone 

so he tries not to think about it too hard

you’d compliment him and bring him water after practice and he’d thank you with a smile, scratching the back of his head sheepishly

he just thinks you’re being nice

it’s actually bakugo who brings it up with him, asking why he isn’t doing anything 

and kirishima literally has no idea what he’s talking about

bakugo has to spell it out for him, mention that you talk to him the most, only bring him water, give him the most attention out of everyone else

the next day he’s a lot more blushy than usual and you think it’s so cute

you ask him if he wants to come over to your room after class and he agrees, wanting to confirm if you actually like him

you were sitting side by side in your bed when he asked. “yeah...” you looked down, suddenly nervous, a small smile on your face. “i thought it was kinda obvious.” you paused and looked up at him, “do you––do you like me back?”

he chuckled nervously, “well yeah. i can’t imagine who wouldn’t, it’s you.”

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest from his words and scooted closer to him. “can i kiss you?”

his eyes widened but he nodded almost immediately. “please.” 

you pressed your lips against his gently, giving him a soft peck, before pulling away to look at him. you both smiled at each other before leaning back in for another, which immediately turned into several and soon you were making out and he was pulling you into his lap, one arm around your waist, the other squeezing your thigh. 

he had to remember to thank bakugo after this. 

[goldenkirstein]

i'd be home with you

or alternatively, jean has a bad day at work, and you pamper him

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zuzu requested: Modern AU Jean/fem reader where Jean comes home after a really long day at work (his shift ends later than yours does so you always come in a few hours before him) He's in a rly pissy mood but you think it's adorable so you give him a nice tight hug and he relaxes a bit 😭 then you coax him towards the bedroom so you can pamper him, asking him to place his head on your lap so you can rub his temples until he falls asleep...

pairing: jean x fem! reader

wc: 2.2k+

tags: fluff, some angst (?) modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.

a/n: this was so much fun to write, I love jean and always wanna take care of him bhsbhsbh, i changed up some things to make it fit, and it kinda got a teeeeensy but angsty but not too much. i hope you enjoy.

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You outstretched your arms, eyes glancing over to the clock in the corner of the living room.

Jean should be home soon.

The sound of the ticking clock filled the room as you laid back down on the couch, the side of your face pressed against the cool leather of the armrest, fingers lazily grazing over the pale white stitches, the bumps and ridges comforting you while you waited for your husband to come home.

Not too long after, you heard the familiar noise of the keys jingle against the doorknob, prompting you to shift your body to watch Jean as he walked through the front door; your lips quirked into a gentle smile, and you got up to greet him.

However, you noticed that he wasn’t his usual cheery self today. Weariness was clear as day on his face. He raised his eyebrows at you, the only indication that he acknowledged your presence.

He struggled to slip off his shoes until eventually sighing and reaching down to untie them, hair falling in front of his face, he cursed under his breath. You let out a giggle, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth, suppressing the noise.

“What are you laughing about?” He furrowed his brows, following your eyes until he realized you were staring at the socks peeping out of his shoes.

Tiny fried eggs decorated the navy socks he was wearing. He looked back up at you, an amused expression on your face, still trying to suppress your laughter.

His shoulders drooped, and he scowled at you, “knew I shouldn’t have worn these dumb socks today.”

You frowned and made your way over to him, “aww, baby, I wasn’t laughing at you, and hey, you love those socks! You look so cute with them on! ”

Jean turned his face away from you, “I’m not cute,” your frown deepened, and you brought your hand up to his face, causing him to look at you. Your wedding band was cool contrast against his cheek.

“Sure you are, my love. Did you not have a good day today?” At that, his eyes fluttered shut. He brought his hand up to remove yours; however, his hand lingered, resting on top of yours.

“Gonna take that as a no then.”

He nodded in agreement before opening his eyes and dropping his hand. You traced your fingers on his cheek until moving your arm around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Jean wrapped his arms around your torso, relaxing into your touch. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne, “missed you today, baby.”

You felt him release a deep breath, and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He hugged you tighter in response to your action, “missed you too.” His voice a low grumble.

Jean let go first, mumbling a quick thank you, and he gave you a slight smile, the first sign of happiness you could see on his face since he walked through the door minutes prior.

He began to bend down to finish taking off his shoes before you stopped him, “Nuh-uh, come with me.”

You gently tugged him up by elbow before clasping his hand in yours, leading the both of you into your bedroom. He opened his mouth in protest, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, hun? Someone requires some T.L.C.” Pronouncing every letter with a slight lilt in your voice, you turned your head to smile at your husband; his eyebrows were still furrowed, shoulders carrying the weight of the day on him. You knew that if you left Jean to his own devices, he would end up bottling his feelings and act like nothing was wrong.

Your feet padded gently into the room; Jean followed suit. He pulled at your hand to let him go, but you weren’t giving up that easy. He was a stubborn man, no doubt about it, but after years of being together, when it came to Jean, you were just as headstrong.

Smoothing your palm over the soft beige bedsheets, you sat down, tapping your clothed thigh, “come lay down; you’ll feel better if you do.” You watched the man in front of you clench his jaw, tired, hazel eyes gazing into yours.

“I haven’t even taken my shoes off yet.” He sighed; your only response was to tug him closer to your seated frame. Pouting your lips up at him, you watched him chew the inside of his cheek before finally obliging.

“See, that wasn’t so hard” You grinned as you saw Jean sit down next to you and lay his head in your lap, ash brown hair splaying across your thighs. He hummed in content when he felt you run your fingers through the hair near his temples. “You wanna talk about what happened?” Jean shook his head, furrowing his brows once again. You swiped your thumb over the creased skin, causing his expression to soften.

He blinked his eyes up at you, “you don’t have to do this; I’m fine.” He tried to get up, but you pressed your palm against his chest, eyes pleading. You tilted your head at him, gazing with tenderness before hunching over to lightly kiss his forehead.

“Let me take care of you, Jeanie? Please?”

He laid back down, allowing you to rub his temples, taking away the pain of the day. It was the least you could do; on days where you felt unloveable, Jean would be there for you, holding you, whispering reassurances in your ear, delicately reminding you of his love and lending his strength to you when you needed it. So, while it pained your heart to watch Jean feel less than, it was second nature to you; you would always be there for him when he needs it.

The repetitive movements of the pads of your fingers against his head were soothing him, Jean’s eyelids were heavy, the time he spent with his eyes shut getting longer and longer with each passing minute.

“Haven’t taken my socks off.” He whispered, sleep overtaking him; his speech was slightly slurred.

“Don’t worry, you just sleep.” You continued massaging his head until his breathing steadied, eyes no longer opening. You smiled at the sight; he looked so peaceful and beautiful when he slept. Pausing your movements, you bent down and gave him another kiss on his forehead, smoothing the hair on his head.

You lifted him off your lap, sliding out from underneath him, and softly placed his head down on a pillow, careful not to disturb him. He shifted, turning to face the window next to the bed. The sun was beginning to set, and the slivers of orange light peeking through the curtains dusted over Jean’s face.

“My beautiful boy.” Warmth spread over your chest as you watched your husband rest, content that at this moment, his worries were not plaguing him.

You slid off his shoes, chuckling at the sight of socks once more. Jean had called the socks dumb, but you knew that he loved them. When you got them for him for his birthday, you remembered how he laughed when he unwrapped the package; the sound rang through the air, causing you to giggle at his reaction, before he reached over to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek, murmuring a soft thank you through a wide-toothed smile.

After pulling off his socks, you quietly got him out of his dress shirt and pants and slipped a pair of sweatpants over his legs before drawing the comforter over his body and placing a kiss on his shoulder.

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Jean awoke to the smell of spices wafting in from the kitchen; he rubbed his eyes. It was dark outside. He wondered how he got into bed; the last thing he remembered was him laying in your lap.

Oh.

The young man felt a wave of guilt wash over his body. He realized that he was wearing sweatpants, his office attire neatly hanging in the closet adjacent to him. Jean groaned and pulled the covers off his body; had he been sleeping all this time? You were working away in the kitchen, you even took off his shoes, and here he was, lazing away like a dog.

It was pathetic, he thought, making you take care of him just because he had a bad day at work. Jean stepped out of the bedroom; stretching out his limbs, he made his way over to the kitchen, the smell of food getting more robust with each step.

You turned when you heard the soft padding of his feet against the kitchen tile, “you’re awake! Did you sleep well?” You beamed at him before turning your attention back to the stovetop.

He padded over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “you seriously don’t have to do this; I’m alright.” His voice husky, vibrating against your back.

You shifted your body to look at him, quizzical expression painting your face, “why won’t you let me pamper you? Don’t you deserve that?”

Jean was silent.

“You don’t have to be perfect for me, Jean.” Your hand left the handle of the pan and held onto the hands around your middle. “Let me carry some of that burden. Let me.”

“It’s not fair.” Jean’s eyes between yours and the food on the stove.

“What’s not fair, baby? You take care of me when I’m sick when I can barely get out of bed. Isn’t that the vow we made to each other?��� You paused, watching as Jean’s head fell into the crook of your neck. “I won’t love you any less, and I certainly will not let you act like everything is fine when it’s not. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but just allow me to look after you.”

“You tell me how much you love me every day, so let me show you how much I love you through this, okay?”

Jean wondered what stars aligned for him to find someone like you. He still felt guilty, but he knew that arguing would be futile, so he finally succumbed, “I love you.”

His mouth curled up into a slight smile; he meant it every time he said it, even when the both of you had been arguing or when you left for work, he meant it every single time.

You didn’t think it was possible, but your heart grew in fondness for Jean, “I know.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before returning yours to the handle.

Jean’s stomach grumbled, causing him to groan. You let out a laugh, “See, I knew you hadn’t eaten at work. Go sit; I’ll finish up this Omurice.”

He slipped his arms away from your waist before going to sit on the stool near the kitchen island, head resting on his propped-up palm, watching as you plate up the food.

His eyes twinkled with adoration, the guilt in his chest dissipating as he noticed how much care you’re putting into the meal. There was a time that Jean didn’t think he was worthy of being loved, but having you in his life pieced him back together again.

You made your way over to him, handing him a fork and setting down the plate. Your husband took it from your hands, giving you a questioning look, before taking a bite. His eyes widened, “this is really fucking good, here try some.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, glad that he liked the food; Jean brought the fork to your lips, which you opened, the warm rice and luscious egg filled your mouth, you shut your eyes, savouring the taste, "holy shit."

Jean laughed at your surprise, taking another bite of the food. You went over to a drawer to grab a fork before sitting next to him to eat.

When both of you finished your meal, you stood up to grab the plate to clean it. However, Jean halted you before you could pick it up, "let me."

His voice came out a gentle whisper, but it was sincere; you nodded your head, relaxing back in your seat, watching as the man went around the kitchen island to clean the utensils.

He worked swiftly in silence. After drying the plate and placing it in the cupboard, Jean looked up at you, "thank you for this."

"You don't have to thank me, my love."

He blushed at your words, "still, I'm so lucky to have you; I don't know if I tell you that enough."

You stood up and made your way over to Jean, his hands rested on your hips, and you moved your fingers to brush away the few strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. He smiled tenderly at you before pulling you closer to him by your hips.

He pressed his lips against yours, and you reciprocated the kiss, soft lips melding against each other. His hands travelled up your sides, eventually cupping your face. You smiled against his lips before pulling away.

"I'll love you always, Jean." Your hands came up to hold his, and you turned your cheek to press a kiss into his palm.

"I know."

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[introloves]

Could u write something filthy about sugar daddy!issei with a gf that has bigger thighs something about spoiling her to death with everything cos it turns him on and it ends in nasty sex cos some other women tried to hit on him and he kinda wanted to show his gf off snowndis ♡♡

this made me incredibly horny for issei, i luv him, also this got rly long 😩😩 ;

public gropping + issei throws you around a little + bratty! reader + f! reader + soft dom! issei + spanking + creampie + forced orgasms + jealousy + sugar daddy! issei + he calls reader puppy nd pups <3

— word count ; approx 1.4k

it made your blood boil. seeing someone lean up on issei like that had you seething.

it was irrational, he had thrown this party for you, to celebrate you, and now here this person was trying to take that spotlight away from you.

the only calming factor in all of this was the fact that he had leaned back, putting space between their bodies, he scanned the bunches of people in search of you, it made you smile.

he was yours, you were the one adorned in the golden necklace with his name in cursive, not them and not anyone else.

he made his way to you, eyes watching your form. he loved the way the dress he had bought you looked, those thighs of yours looked killer, he wanted nothing more than to take them in his hands and give them a squeeze. but that could wait until everyone invited left.

“you enjoying yourself puppy?”

you shrugged, still feeling the nasty sting of jealousy.

mattsun sighed, he had hoped you hadn’t seen that. he could give you the whole world, but if you were upset he’d go above and beyond that to make you happy.

was it enabling it? yeah, but he’d be a big liar if he didn’t like looking for your approval. he just wanted to spoil you with everything he had, nothing was out of reach for you with him.

“no don’t be like that. cmon, you know i can’t do anything if people throw themselves at me.” he said, pulling you by your hips to meet his own, his hand roaming your ass freely. as if you weren’t standing in the middle of your living room, surrounded by friends.

“yes you can.” you snapped at him, but it didn’t have any bite, you sounded more whiny than anything, but it surely got your point across.

“oh?” he inquired, eyebrows raising, this was a real dangerous game you were playing with him, issei wasn’t above fucking you infront of all your friends.

but your eyes challenged him, asking him, begging him to do something.

you wanted him to let everyone know that he was yours and you were his.

and who was he to deny you of what you wanted.

issei picked you up, his hands finally finding purchase on your thighs, his fingers indenting the fat that was there.

you squeaked out a noise of surprise, immediatly wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“i’m going to fuck you real good.” he purred, loud and clear, everyone watching now shifting in uncomfortable energy.

you don’t know who moved first, mastukawa or everyone else.

but you made sure to keep eyes on the one who had leaned into him, satisfied with the mortified and bitter look on their face.

he took you to your shared room, making sure to place you down with care.

you sighed in contentment, arms open to receive your boyfriend.

he molded himself to you, hands catching your thighs to hitch you higher onto the bed.

no matter what it seemed like they always found purchase there, he simply refused to let them go unattended for long.

“you wearing those garters i bought for you?” issei questioned, and you giggled.

“see for yourself.”

and he did, he took the hem of your dress and pulled.

the poor straps that held it up stood no chance, and with some more tugging he had slipped it off of you.

there was a noise of appreciation rumbling deep in his chest when he saw that you were in fact wearing the garters he had brought you. they fit snuggly, digging into your thighs, it made them look plush and good enough to eat.

“fuck, your thighs look so good puppy.” he hissed, he was hard in seconds.

with no warning, he flipped you around, splaying you on your tummy, he propped you up on your knees, and with yet another tug the underwear that was strapped to them came off completely.

“i’m going to keep these on, cause you look damn good in them. but everything else goes.”

with a shaky voice, you simply answered with an, “okay.”

the sound of his belt unbuckling and the shifting of the bed had you shaking, just waiting for him to sink his cock into you.

it excited you how well you knew he was going to fuck you.

“you don’t need me to prep you right? this little cunts always so ready for me.”

you nodded enthusiastically, clutching the bedsheets as he pressed his head into your folds, gathering what he could of your arousal to coat it.

when he finally sunk into you, he began with merciless thrusts. he wanted you to scream out his name, he wanted anyone who had stayed to hear you shake the walls with your wails.

and you did, the way his hips bounced you further up the bed was testament to how hard he was going.

there was no mercy for you tonight, it was fine that you wanted to be greedy, he didn’t mind the possessive attitude you had over him, he was just going to remind you that he was the one who would always fuck your cunt.

“your pussys mine.” he grunted against your cries,

“you can have whatever you want, i’ll buy you whatever you want. but this little cunt is mine.”

his words had you quiet now, you were mumbling out compliant little noises, letting him know that you agreed, that whatever he said was true.

with the way you were sucking him back in everytime he pulled out it let him know how much his words affected you.

he knew you liked being marked as his, the cute little gold chain he had brought you was enough to know that as truth.

seeing you at the precipice of an orgasm, he brought his hand to your back and pushed down, finding leverage to swing his hips harder.

you grunted with the pressure, if he pressed just a little bit more he would be in total control of you, from your orgasm to your breathing.

“i’m going to give you ten seconds to cum, pups, or else you’re not getting any all night.”

you practically sobbed at his words, shutting your eyes tight you just tightened up, it wasn’t hard for you to cum, at this point you were glad he gave you the extra push.

with tremors wracking your body, you gushed down onto him, it soaked you, the bed and his thighs.

you clamping down on him made it hard to move, it was a hot vice grip, it choked him up feeling you go this rigid. the room spun, he didn’t know how else to hold off on his own orgasm, your body felt like it was built for him.

“god! issei please cum inside me please.” you wailed, his arms came down to trap you into the bed even more, he came down to kiss your shoulders, letting you know that, like always, you were going to get what you wanted.

issei lifted himself up, grabbing the chain that he could see adorning your neck, pulling it to pull you as well.

he did it without thinking, it was a constant reminder of how you were his, and in the moment of heat he wanted to brand it onto your skin.

hissing with the pain, you complied, torso lifting up to meet his own.

he still held on to it, pulling it taught against your throat, it dug into you slightly.

“tell me you’re mine.” issei grunted.

“i’m yours.” you echoed, he tugged more. not satisfied with it.

“louder.”

“fuck! i’m yours issei! i belong to you! only you!”

and that was enough.

the poor chain snapped under the pressure, he let it fall to the bed, moving instead to hold on to your hips.

with how sensitive you were, you could feel the way he throbbed inside you, the warmth of his cum following soon enough. it made you tremble, you could do nothing more than squeeze your eyes at the feeling.

there was so much of it, it seeped out with every rocking of him, it was sticky and nasty against the tender skin of your thighs, but the heaviness of it felt good inside you.

“you happy now puppy?” mastukawa questioned, not daring to remove himself from you just yet.

“you broke my necklace.” you whined, pouting.

he chuckled,

“i’ll just buy you another.”

[amjustagirl]

Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Wordcount: 2.9k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm

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Author’s Note: And we’re at the final chapter! Thank you so much for going on this wild ride with me, and I’m rly excited to hear what you guys think - so please, drop me an ask, a note, a comment, anything!!! 

It takes time and effort to rebuild a home wrecked by a storm, and reconstruction efforts aren’t necessarily smooth sailing, especially at the start - after all, he’s still the same Miya Atsumu, arrogant and brash and foulmouthed and hyper focused on volleyball, and they both have baggage from years of regret and pain to work through. But he has determination to spare, and she loves him too much for her own good, so they start from the very foundation and work their way up, step by step, one day at a time. 

‘I’ll kill ya if ya ever hurt her again’, Osamu threatens darkly when she and Atsumu break the news to him. 

‘Go find yer own girl and stop being sweet on my wife damn it! ’ Atsumu growls, but the kiss he presses to her forehead when she smacks the back of his head for being mean to his twin is achingly sweet. 

‘Ugh, soppy. Get yer shit outta my house!’ Osamu scrunches his face in mock disgust. 

Both brothers are surprised when she beats Atsumu at flipping Osamu off. 

Atsumu moves back home (he’s not even going to hide how happy the sound of that makes him), and they mark the occasion by slipping his wedding ring back on his finger and eating take-out pizza on the living room floor. 

Her burly brothers turn up on their doorstep with a glint in their eyes and too much teeth in their smiles, determined to drag Atsumu off for a couple of drinks and what she assumes will be a very unpleasant chat. She’d insisted on patting them down to make sure they’re not packing any knives - ‘what do you take us for, little sis’, they’d protested - but she’s not taking any chances, and begs Osamu to join them, ‘please ‘Samu, I don’t want to be a widow right after I decide not to divorce his ass’, and he agrees despite grumbling that he might as well be Atsumu’s glorified babysitter at this rate. 

She’d woken up in bed the next morning to find the space beside her empty, but the living room crammed full of those four silly men. Atsumu and Osamu share a single futon between them, snoring back to back. There are faint bruises on Atsumu’s cheekbone and telltale scrapes on her own brothers’ knuckles, but otherwise they all seem relatively unscathed. 

She bends over, tracing her thumb along the contour of Atsumu’s jaw, and he stirs, eyes half lidded with sleep. 

‘Hey darlin', I’ve come home’, he tells her, warmth flickering in his smile. 

‘Welcome home, 'Tsumu’, she says, tucking the blanket under his chin and he hums in contentment, falling back asleep. 

His nightmares of brown envelopes and harsh neon lights distorting her face slowly fade, and he dreams instead of weeknight dinners and weekend picnics at the park, relishing the quiet domesticity of grocery trips and laundry loads, and delighting in home games with her and Shino cheering him on.

Some piss poor excuse of a gossip hound corners him after a match to ask him about whether he regrets leaving for Milan since his season ended in injury - and he freezes when the reporter slyly adds ‘especially since we all knew it’s a move that required you to leave your wife and daughter behind ‘. His manager is about to intervene when she sneaks up on him to slide an arm around his waist, apologising to the reporter that ‘she’s just so excited to give her husband a congratulatory kiss!’ . 

Sakusa and Meian have to join forces to pull Atsumu back from punching the reporter when he grins shark-like, thinking he’s spotted easy prey and asks her whether she felt abandoned in Japan due to his move - ‘pardon me Miya-san for my unwieldy choice of words’. 

‘Not at all’, she says without missing a beat, and Atsumu wonders if he imagines the flash of a knife in her smile. ‘I’ve always supported my husband in all his endeavours. It was a joint decision that I should stay in Japan to ensure our daughter has some stability in her life.'

‘She’s good’, his manager tells him when the reporter slinks away with his tail between his legs. 

‘Yeah - I don’t deserve her’, he answers with a rueful smile. 

When he tries to thank her that night, she levels him with a look that could knock a grown man (i.e. him) off his feet, but her voice is gentle and her words are soft. 

‘Don’t thank me’, she says. ‘Just be a better husband and father, ok?’ 

He’s not ashamed to admit that he actually cries. 

He learns to tell her he loves her at least once a day. She starts to smile back cheekily and reply ‘of course’. 

The game is in between sets when the skin at the back of his neck crackles with nerves. From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Osamu sprinting right into the stands. Then his ears pick up on his little girl’s scream - ‘mama’  she cries, her shrill voice ringing above the confusion rippling through the crowd and his legs move of their own accord, leaping over the barrier into the audience, as he snarls and shoves his way to her usual spot. 

He thought he’s had his fill of nightmares to last him a lifetime. He’s evidently wrong. 

She lies crumpled on the ground, head resting on Osamu’s lap. Her lips are pale and her eyes are closed but thank god - thank whichever deity’s listening - her chest still moves with her breath. He’s not quite sure what happens next - he knows he dives to his knees and pulls her towards him but everything else is a blur until her eyes flutter open and she groans. 

‘Darlin’, can ya hear me? Can ya tell me where you are?’ he asks, forcing his voice to remain calm. 

‘Tsumu? Why are you here? Aren’t you in the middle of a game?’ she murmurs, confused. 

‘Fuck the game’, he snaps. ‘Are ya feelin' ok?’ 

‘Something hurts, Tsumu’, she rasps, eyes glazing over. He can feel the chill of ice seep into his spine. 

'Yer fine, yer fine, yer going to be fine' he mutters, over and over and over again, willing her to sit up and tell him she's fine, she's ok, she'll just shake it off - but light starts to shutter out of her eyes and frost creeps up his throat. 

‘I need a medic!’ he shouts, voice cracking on every word. ‘I need a medic, now!’

‘Tsumu’, he hears his brother interrupt urgently. ‘Tsumu, she’s bleedin’. 

He’s never been more grateful for Osamu when his twin turns to yell for an ambulance and yanks Shino away with him. The little girl is kicking and screaming for her mama but he knows she would kill him if he lets their little girl be traumatised from seeing her mama lying in a pool of blood on the floor. 

He can’t breathe - not even when the medics finally come and whisk her off to the hospital, his mind hardly able to process anything, terror still coursing through his veins when the doctors press brown envelopes full of forms into his bloodstained hands for him to sign so the relevant procedures can be carried out. 

‘Don’t!’ Osamu says sharply, when he drops his head into his hands and starts to whimper about how he’ll die if he loses her again and what the fuck is he gonna do, ‘Samu, if she doesn’t make it out alive – ‘she’s stronger than ya think, don’t ya dare give up on her like that’, and he promptly shuts up after that. Time in the waiting room passes agonizingly slow, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes stretching into hours, and he would have drowned from the weight of his despair if he weren’t anchored in place by his twin’s hand on his back.

His breath rushes back into his lungs when the doctors later tell him she’s fine,  they carried out the standard operation - but she doesn’t look fine, doesn’t seem fine, is very clearly not fine when they wheel her out, huddled into a ball with her head between her knees, like her world has just collapsed into itself. She doesn’t even look up when he sits beside her, the bed dipping under his weight. 

‘I’m sorry’, she eventually says, voice barely a whisper, and he fights the urge to break down into tears – because ‘Samu’s right, she’s so much stronger than he thinks. They'd been talking about trying for a sibling for Shino for some time now, since they've both grown up with brothers of their own and can't imagine life without them. But the doctors tell him that it’s just bad luck - the baby was never going to survive, and her collapse was probably exacerbated by stress, overwork, perhaps even fatigue from her skipping lunch for work and dinner to rush to his match.

‘Don’t be. It’s not yer fault at all’, he manages to pull himself together to reassure her, but she just stares blankly at the wall. 

His grandmother calls when they find out the baby they lost would have been a boy, and he fails her again when he’s too late to snatch the phone away before the old lady’s poison drips into her ears and traps her in a deadly fog. He’d cursed the old bitch out relentlessly, but the toxic words fester beneath her skin and she fades into a ghost before his eyes. He desperately tries to stop her spiral into frozen silence, but he’s away for games more than half the time, hands tied behind his back by the stranglehold of contracts and commitments he has no choice but to fulfil. 

He’s never been so thankful before when the season finally ends - but he is, at least this time, so he can talk her into taking two weeks off from work. They drop Shino off with her indulgent grandparents, and drift down the coast on the back of her bike. She doesn’t try breaking any speed limits - and he knows he should be happy about that, but there’s no spark in her eyes, no smile to answer the wind - there hasn’t been, not since she collapsed. 

(not since they lost their child)

He buys her mochi at every town, but she picks at it listlessly, just like she does these days when Osamu tries to tempt her with his latest creations. He insists they stay at  ryokans, traditional inns with onsens attached, hoping the heat from the water might chase the chill from her bones, but colour does not return to her cheeks. There are shadows beneath her eyes, and she seems to wilt under the vibrant red and gold of autumn leaves. 

They go for a walk after dinner one night, tracing a path along the shore. He’d been talking non-stop the entire trip to mask the gaps left by her silence, but tonight he falls quiet, allowing the hum of the waves to wash over them. Her hand is cold in his, so he wraps his jacket around her shoulders and hopes the warmth from his body bleeds into hers. 

She comes to a standstill, feet sinking in the sand, and tilts her head to face him. 

‘Tsumu?’, she breathes, a question in her eyes. 

‘I’m here’, he says, a prayer in his heart. 

There is a lighthouse on the cliff just a few miles ahead, illuminating the shadows of the waves. The faintest reflection of light pools in her eyes, and he stills as she lifts her gaze to meet his. 

‘I know’, she says, offering him the smallest of smiles. 

He interlaces their fingers together firmly, and tugs her towards shelter, as a storm brews over the horizon. 

That night she tucks her head under his chin, and he holds her until she falls asleep, cradled in his arms. He keeps slumber at bay by counting her breaths, and only falls asleep himself when the storm breaks. 

'Why did I wake up to a blonde octopus wrapped around me', she mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. 

'Nah. More like a seahorse, cos I'm not letting ya go, sweetheart', he replies, tightening his grip on her waist. 'Ya got a problem with that?' 

Her only response is to burrow herself deeper into his chest.

'Guess not', he chuckles fondly, nuzzling his nose into her hair, hope blossoming anew in his heart. 

Time turns their wounds into scars and they heal together, one breath at a time. 

She stays away from their first few matches when the season begins again. The press is coerced into passing over reports of her collapse by the dual forces of the MSBY press machine and their legal team, but they are forced to ride out the gossip generated in internet forums by a fringe group of deranged fans. His teammates treat her like she’s made of glass - even Bokuto dials himself down a notch, all save for Shoyo, who slips her his mother’s number, telling her gently that the six year gap between him and Natsu wasn’t deliberate, and that she would find a sympathetic ear in the older woman. 

He knew he was right to anoint Shoyo as his favourite wing spiker - not only does he fly high enough to answer the demand of every single one of his sets, but his sunniness drags her out of the fog into yoga classes and meditation practices, and slowly but surely he watches her bloom again. It’s a powerful combination - Shoyo-kun’s friendship and his mother’s gentle conversations, Osamu’s cooking and her love for Shino, capped with his determination to show her he loves her and prove that he’s here to stay.

‘It’s like Kintsugi’, she tells him, with a wide smile. ‘All of you poured gold into the cracks of my heart and made me whole again’. 

The years pass. 

Shino turns seven – a very respectable age for his very best girl, he tells her (I'm your only girl, Papa, Shino informs him archly), and obliges her demands of a bicycle in MSBY colours and volleyball lessons, forcing all his teammates to turn up for her birthday party, volleyball themed of course. The look of unadulterated joy on his princess’ face is worth every ounce of effort to put up with Sakusa’s complaints at having to turn up for a kiddie party full of loud noises and far too much candy, and the sweaty afternoons spent hand painting the bicycle black and gold. 

The day Atsumu discovers his first white hair makes her thank her lucky stars that she’s immune to his nonsense by now, because the wailing and gnashing of teeth she has to put up with makes ‘Samu offer her his couch as refuge. She slaps tape and salonpas on his aches and pains, and points to the deepening lines on her face when he complains about his age. 

‘Those lines aren’t wrinkles. If they’re caused by laughter, it doesn’t count’, he reasons laughingly. She’s left befuddled by his logic and shakes her head.

Meian Shugo retires, and Hinata throws a party to celebrate in his honour, cramming the entire MSBY team and assorted friends into his penthouse apartment on a rainy Saturday night. Osamu’s hired to cater the food but remains as a guest, shooting a smirk at him when Shoyo drags her off to dance during his favourite song, twin flames burning bright in the night. 

‘A hundred yen for your thoughts?’ she asks, when Shoyo returns with her breathless but wreathed with smiles. 

‘Was just wondering when you were gonna save a dance for this old man’, he teases. 

‘Oh?’ she says with a laugh. ‘Thought you said your back hurt, and you didn’t want to move?’

‘Meh - I was hoping you’d forget that’, he says airily, then frowns when he notices there’s no drink in her hand. 

‘Not drinking tonight, sweetheart?’, he asks, curling his fingers around her empty hand. 

‘The doctor warned me not too’, she answers, her smile growing impossibly wider. He blinks in confusion when she leans on to her toes to whisper into his ear - then oh. 

‘You’re pregnant?’ he repeats, unable to trust his ears, eyes filling with tears when she bites her lips and nods. 

‘Are you happy, ‘Tsumu?’, she asks, her face alight with hope. 

There is so much he wants to say to her, starting with thank you loving me enough to give me another chance all those years ago and ending with I love you, so ridiculously much – because he can never say it enough, she’s given him more than he deserves – her heart, Shino, a happy home and now the promise of another child. 

But there's salt and water welling up in his throat, and it’s all he can do to choke out a shaky ‘of course’, before gathering her in his arms, warmth pooling in his eyes, love overflowing in his heart. 

They stay that way for most of the night, entwined in each other’s arms, so drunk on happiness and love and warmth that they don’t even notice the storm clearing and the moon rising in the clear night sky. 

[girls-scenarios]

A Little Curiousity

Idol: Heejin (Loona)

Prompt: Guys! Can u do smth like a AU with Heejin where the reader and Heejin are POKEMON TRAINERS!!(im rly hyped about the new pokemon games!!!) Where her pokemon got lost in the woods and the reader helps her find her pokemon and decide to continue their path to the Pokemon League together!

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I just finished playing Pokémon Shield on my Switch and I’m still super excited about it since it was so fun, so I thought I’d try my hand at this prompt! Please forgive me if my writing isn’t the greatest, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Heejin wouldn’t normally consider herself a slow or inattentive person. After all, being a trainer had heightened her senses and made her pay more attention to her surroundings. But she had been in the middle of setting up her tent when it happened, too distracted with her full hands to react fast enough. She hadn’t even noticed Star, her Raboot, curiously approaching the tree as she focused on getting her tent up before the approaching clouds could open their floodgates.

She hadn’t noticed until the sky lit up with lightening, the ground shook with the force of the thunder, and he let out a loud squeak just as something hit the grass. At the squeak, she had turned just in time to see him dash off into the woods after a very large, very startled Skwovet, leaving her and the rest of her team to stare after him.

“Star! Stop!” She’d called after him, but it was too late. By the time she had jumped to her feet, he was gone and the skies opened, pouring a heavy rain down onto the campsite. She had only taken a moment to corral her team into the tent and tell them to stay before she ran after him, but he was already long gone.

Now she was soaked through and gasping for air, her new boots covered in thick mud as she stopped to catch her breath under a huge oak.

“Stupid Skwovet, how did it just jump out of nowhere like that?” Heejin huffed and stomped her foot as she looked around, squinting through the rain. “Star! Come here!” A distant roar answered her call and she shivered, clutching the Pokeball at her side that contained her Mubray Champion, the only companion she’d thought to bring with her in her haste. God, this was so stupid. She was going to catch a cold wandering around out here. Thankfully she’d left her backpack with her clothes at the tent so she could change when she got back.

She went to take a step forward, then froze. Her tent. Where was it again? A bit frantic, she looked around, but all the trees just looked the same, especially under the heavy rain. Gulping, she glanced back at her footprints. Would she be able to follow them back?

Half of her wanted to run back the way she’d come, but she knew that she couldn’t leave Star out there alone. Groaning, she wiped at her face with the back of her hand, swearing to herself that she was going to get a leash the next time they were in town. There was no way she was going to let this happen again. She was miserable as she started forward again, cursing everything. Stupid rain, stupid Skwovet, stupid curious Raboots, stupid woods-.

“Hey, are you okay?” The voice that came from deeper inside the woods made her jump and stop in her tracks again, her head swiveling around to try and find where it came from. “I heard you out here in the rain so I came to see if everything was alright. You’re totally soaked!”

She found herself looking to her right and watching as you stepped out of the darkness, an umbrella over your head and your eyes wide and concerned. For a moment, she was apprehensive, until she noticed that the belt around your waist was full of Pokeballs and you had a Pumpkeboo trailing after you, peeking at her from over your shoulder. Somehow, you seemed a bit familiar as well, but she couldn’t tell why. Not through the rain and the darkness that lingered in the woods at all hours of the day.

A quick glance down at herself had her feeling embarrassed and she let out a soft laugh, pushing her wet hair away from her face. “Well, I don’t know. My Raboot ran off into the woods while I was setting up camp and now I can’t find him in the downpour.”

Your frown was sympathetic as you stepped forward, close enough to cover her with your umbrella. Now that she wasn’t moving, she realized how cold she was, making her shiver again. Your frown only deepened. “You aren’t going to be able to find anything in this downpour. Why don’t you come over to my camp? It’s right back through these trees here. I’ll give you some of our curry and you can warm up by the fire while we try to figure out how to find that Raboot of yours.”

For a moment, she hesitated, before realizing that you were right. She could barely see anything and Star wasn’t going to come out from wherever he was hiding until the rain ended. “You’re right. Thank you,” she said, a grateful smile stretching over her lips as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to conserve as much body heat as possible. “I owe you one. My name is Heejin, by the way.”

You smiled in return as you started to guide her back the way you came. “I’m (Y/N), and don’t mention it. It’s the least I can do for a fellow trainer. You’re trying to get your gym badges, aren’t you?”

With a raise of her eyebrows, she asked you how you knew, drawing a laugh from your lips.

“I’m a trainer too and I’ve seen you at the past few gyms. You always challenge right before me, so I’ve seen you fight a few times. You’re really good!”

“Oh, thank you.” Her face burnt a bit at the praise, but she was thankful for the warmth so she didn’t turn away. Instead, she studied your face, before her eyebrows raised in recognition. “That’s why you looked a bit familiar to me! I’ve definitely seen you at the gyms before. Although I guess I’ve never seen you fight,” she said sheepishly, making you laugh again.

“That’s okay, like I said, I’ve been after you, so I wasn’t expecting you to stick around and watch every round. Not while there’s still so many of us challengers. It’s nice to officially meet you though.”

“Same to you, although I wish we’d met under slightly less.... Wet conditions.”

“True. Oh, we’re here!” The trees disappeared suddenly, giving way to a small clearing just big enough for a campsite, where your other Pokémon ran over to great you. You had your tent set up and your curry cooking, and she felt her stomach grumble. It had been a long day, and even though she’d given her team berries to tide them over until dinner earlier, she hadn’t eaten in a while.

“Come over here and warm up,” you told her, guiding her under your makeshift shelter by the fire before closing your umbrella and going about filling up a plate. With a happy sigh, she leaned closer to the fire and smiled at your Vulpix as it wandered closer, sharing its warmth. As she let Champion the Mudbray out to run around with your team, you approached her with the plate. “Here, have some of this.”

The curry was spicy, and she let out a hum as she swallowed her first bite. “That’s delicious!”

“Thank you,” you said, a smile stretching over your face as you sat down and let the Vulpix climb into your lap and snuggle close. “I’m glad you like it. Most of my experience is in cooking for Pokémon, so I’m always a little worried that it might not be edible for humans.”

It was her turn to laugh before she took another bite, already feeling warmer. Before she knew it, she had already finished the plate and she felt warm inside and out, most likely thanks to the extra heat Vulpix had added to the fire. The rain had let up as well, and there was a bit of sun peeking through the clouds as the downpour turned into a tiny drizzle.

“I can’t thank you enough,” she said earnestly, “I feel a bit guilty for taking up your time,” but you waved a hand, dismissing her guilt.

“Don’t worry about it, Heejin. I’m glad I was able to help.” You looked out at the woods. “Now that you aren’t going to freeze to death and it’s no longer raining, we should start looking for your Raboot.”

Her stomach dropped and she sighed, placing her plate down and standing up. “I feel terrible for leaving him out there in the rain.”

“It’s not your fault, you couldn’t find him,” you soothed, putting Vulpix down and standing up as well. “I’m sure he was able to find shelter in plenty of time. Pokémon are animals, after all. They’re good at surviving the elements.”

“That’s true. But I still want to find him as quickly as possible.”

“Then let me help.” You whistled, getting the attention of the Pokémon. “Come on guys, let’s go find Heejin’s Raboot!” Turning back to her, you raised your eyebrows. “Does he have a name?”

“Yes, his name is Star. You don’t have to do this, you know. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“But I want to.”

Something in her heart fluttered at your words and she felt her cheeks flushing. “Oh. Well then, thank you again (Y/N). His name is Star. Hopefully he’ll come out now that’s it’s not raining as much anymore.”

The ground was still muddy, but the trickle of sunlight made it easier to say and, without the drumming of the rain, it was easier to hear all the different sounds of the forest. With Champion trotting behind her and you by her side, Heejin made her way back into the woods, calling for Star. She had to admit that having you by her side made her feel a lot better: the various sounds from other wild Pokémon didn’t scare her as much anymore. No matter what was out there, surely the two of you would be able to take it. It gave her more bravery to search, and search she did, looking anywhere she thought Star might hide.

“Star, come here! It’s not raining anymore, you can come out now!” Crouching down, she peered into another den, only to quickly back away at the sight of a sleeping Bunnelby and sigh. “Where is he? Maybe he went back to camp?” She stood and dusted off her still-damp pants, about to suggest that the two of you try to find your way back to her camp before you let out a gasp.

“Heejin, I think I found him!” At your call, she spun around to see you peering up into a short berry tree, your eyes wide. “Hey little guy, how did you get up there?”

Heejin broke into a run, clearing the short distance in no time with her heartbeat spiking in her chest. Sure enough, when she looked up she saw Star shivering and clutching at the branch he sat on, his little ears wet from the rain and his eyes quivering. “Star! Oh my god, you scared me!”

The little Raboot sniffed and glanced away, trying to look cool, but she could see him shaking. With a relieved smile, she reached up to pull him down and clutched him close to her chest. “Don’t ever do that again! I know you’re getting bigger, but what if you had run into a big wild Pokémon? Poor baby, you’re soaked through.” She quickly unzipped her coat to wrap it around him before zipping it back up, and he snuggled closer to her chest, obviously exhausted. With an affectionate, yet long-suffering sigh, she pet his little head. “I’ll cook your favorite curry when we get back, okay? It’ll warm you right back up.”

When she looked up, you were looking at her with a similar affection twinkling in your eyes, your hands in your pockets.

“Thank you so much again for finding him,” she said, shaking her head. “I should have known he’d be up in a tree looking for food.”

“How did he even get up there?” You looked back up at the branch he’d been sitting on, looking a bit incredulous. “I’ve never heard of Raboots climbing trees, that’s for sure. I just happened to look up and see a flash of red and white.”

She laughed, still softly petting his head. “He’s too adventurous for his own good. Add that to his endless energy, his speed and constant growing, and his huge appetite, and you get a Raboot with no problem getting into trees. He doesn’t climb as much as he runs and jumps.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.” Your smile returned and she felt her heart flip as your eyes met hers, the spark of affection still lingering. “I’m glad you found him. I can’t imagine how scary it is to loose a Pokémon.”

“I acted annoyed, but I was really scared,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I’d do without this little guy. He was my first Pokémon ever.”

“I can tell how close you guys are. It’s cute.” You grinned and her cheeks warmed again as she watched the sun slip in through the leaves to light up your face. It was like the universe was asking her to fall for you or something.

“I-I... Thank you?” She let out a nervous giggle, then perked up at the familiar sound of her Liepard’s call. It was somewhere close by, which meant that her camp wasn’t far away! “Champion, can you lead the way back?” He gave her a little nod of his head before she turned to smile brightly at you. “My camp is close by, why don’t I give you some potions as a thank you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to!” Your eyes widened as you waved your hands. “I just wanted to help, I didn’t want anything in return!”

“Still, I want to do something to return your kindness. I’m really glad I ran into you out here.”

Your face immediately softened at her words and you fell into step beside her, a small smile on your lips. “You know, I always wanted to approach you at the gyms, but I was too nervous.”

“Really?” Her mouth dropped open. “Why?”

“You seemed to be so good, so confident, so, um, pretty,” you blushed as you spoke, looking down at your shoes. “I was intimidated by you, honestly. But now I see that I should have approached you sooner.”

“I can’t see myself be intimidating,” she said, still shocked, before her lips turned up into a hopeful smile. “Want to make our way to the next gym together? It would be nice to have some company on the journey, and I want to get to know you better.”

You visibly perked up at her suggestion, just as Champion broke through the woods into her camp, returning to the happy calls of her team. The sun was bright as the two of you stepped into the clearing, and your eyes sparkled in the light as you beamed at her, making her heart skip more than just one beat.

“I’d love that!” You exclaimed, and her smile stretched to match yours, all of the fear, and cold from earlier being replaced by an excitement that lit a fire in her chest, different from the competitive determination she’d felt at the beginning of her journey.

“Great! This is going to be so much fun, I just know it.”

As she placed a sleeping Star into her tent and covered him with a blanket, listening to you coo at her other Pokémon, she couldn’t feel the annoyance she’d felt earlier, forgetting her promises to scold him when she found him. Instead, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before sitting back to admire you, full of anticipation for the future.

“I never thought I’d say this, Star,” she said in a whisper as she stood up to head back out to you, head already spinning with plans of what she wanted to do with you. “But I’m so glad that you’re the curious type. I’ll cook you something nice to thank you for this when you wake up. I have a feeling that this is going to be big!”

[wutroows]

the way (ahsoka tano x reader)

pairing: ahsoka tano x fem!reader warnings: mutual pining! god angst but SO MUCH FLUFF a/n: i love ahsoka so much so i knew i had to write something about her. this is super fluffy and just rly sweet overall. your master is also non binary and uses they/them pronouns!! hope you enjoy!! the reader’s species isn’t specified, but female aligned pronouns are used. requests are open! posted on november 27th, in honor of the new episode of the mandalorian! 

you knew it was wrong. 

you knew it was against the jedi code and everything you stood for, but when you met her all of the code flew out of your mind and the only thing you could think of was her. the way her eyes shown bright with determination and passion for learning, the way she carried herself with confidence and the grace and poise in the way she walked. the way she looked at you for the first time, welcoming and friendly, and the way her hand stuck out to meet yours. the way her hand felt warm, enveloping your whole body in a sense of comfort.

you knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop you. 

her name was ahsoka tano, you learned from your master, the day you met her. it fit her well. she was beautiful. everything about her was. you were afraid your master would be able to tell that you liked her, but they never mentioned it to you. 

but you still knew it was wrong.

you knew it was wrong when you stared into her eyes as she spoke to you. you knew it was wrong whenever she playfully bumped her hip against yours. you knew it was wrong when you were jealous of that politicians son, lux bonteri.

the way she looked at him was the same as the way you looked at her. 

it made your chest tighten up and your fists clench at your sides, but you kept quiet. she never would love you, anyways. what was there to even say to her? you still would have her in your life even if she and that boy kissed, or even started dating. it would all still be the same.

except it wouldn’t.

ahsoka tano was not yours, and you understood that. you understood that when you saw her hand entwined with lux bonteri’s on onderon. you hated that, but you could never hate her for liking someone else. you never hated lux bonteri. he seemed like a genuine person, someone kind and loving. he was someone ahsoka deserved. she deserved better than you. he could offer her the life she deserved and you couldn’t.

ahsoka tano didn’t see the looks you gave her, the way your eyes would stare helplessly at her until someone would strike up a conversation with you. the way you hardly ever smiled around anyone else but her. she noticed none of it, and thought that you were just a really good friend. even after her quick romance with lux bonteri, she came to you for everything. you were her best friend, and she thought nothing more of it. 

then she left the jedi order.

it was painful to see her leave and you wouldn’t deny it, but you had to move on, and so you did. over time, your feelings for the togruta began to fade.

and then she decided to come back. 

she was taller now, montrals hanging over her shoulders and eyes still as fiery as ever. her smile was still kind and her personality still beautiful. seeing her brought back memories of the two of you, and now that you were older you realized that your feelings for ahsoka never really left. you just repressed them, pushed them into the back of your mind. 

when she was gone, you spent a lot of time with her master, anakin skywalker. he was a wreck, she was only gone because of a crime she didn’t commit and now that she was back she was no longer a jedi. 

she didn’t have to follow the code anymore, but you still did. you still couldn’t love her, no matter how much you wanted to. no matter how much your heart yearned for her, you could say nothing. you could do nothing to prove to her your love for her. 

you could remember the vivid feeling of her arms wrapped around your shoulders when you came back from a mission with your master. the mission wasn’t too dangerous, just some simple conversations with the leader of a planet the republic wanted to add to its allies, but this was how ahsoka tano greeted you every time you came back. the tips of her fingers would graze the back of your neck, and you could feel chills run up your spine. 

and then there was the way she would look at you.

she sits across from you now, lekku hanging over her shoulders and as she looks at you, you feel yourself want to disappear. she purses her lips, and takes in a deep breath. this would be the first conversation you would have alone since you were both young teenagers. “it’s been.. a long time.” you hear her mutter, and you nod. you can’t form words just yet. ahsoka stands up, and you notice how much taller she’d actually gotten. she was wasn’t taller than you as a child, but now your eyes stare at the tip of her nose. she sits down, next to you this time, and you can feel her gaze on you. 

“what’s it like?” you let out after a few moments of sitting in an awkward silence. “what’s what like?” ahsoka asks, and you finally look up at her. she’s staring right into your eyes, and you feel yourself wanting to kiss her again. “not being a jedi anymore.” you say, and she shrugs. “weird.” she says after a moment, and you nod. it’s silent again after that.

“how was he? after i left?” 

“hurting, but he was okay. he knew it was the best for you to leave.” you say. she’s talking about anakin, and from the corner of your eye you can see her nod, but only just. “and rex?” she asks. you turn to look at her again, and she looks deeply concerned. “rex was.. okay. the rest of your boys were too. they were upset, but they knew just like your master did.” 

she’s pursing her lips again, but she says nothing. “did you know?” you ask her. she looks confused, eyebrows furrowed together. “nothing.” 

“no, what? what are you asking me?” her voice is determined, and you know you’re caught. this would be it, the rejection and the embarrassment. “did you ever see how i looked at you then, ahsoka?” you mutter, just loud enough for her to hear and you can see her freeze. she almost looks like she’s buffering, but she thinks.

she did notice the way you looked at her, but she thought it was nothing. the soft glances exchanged in training as kids, and the way your touch would linger on her skin as if it were the only thing in the galaxy that she wanted. she noticed the way you would smile at her, your eyes would crinkle upwards they would sparkle the way she loved them to. 

but you never noticed the way she looked at you.

the way her eyes would always linger towards you and the way that rex would always point it out. the way that she would rest her head on the palm of her hand and admire you from the other side of a room and the way she’d be listening for your laugh. she loved the sound of it, and she loved everything about you. 

did you really feel the same way about her?

she looks at you, slack jawed and wide eyed. she’s speechless, and you stand up. you extend your hand out to her, and she takes it after a brief moment of staring at it. 

the familiar warmth of her hand in yours makes that comforting feeling explode in your chest and the way her eyes are pouring into yours makes you feel a bit dizzy, but you don’t let go of her hand. your other hand quickly finds hers, and you entwine your fingers together. 

this wasn’t with lux bonteri. this time, she was holding onto your hand. 

“and how were you..? when i left?” ahsoka manages to get out, and you sigh. “i was hurting really bad, soka. really bad.. but i pulled through. i spent a lot of time with your master after you left.. but we got through it, we knew what had to be done and you did it.”

“you’re courageous, ahsoka. you’re brave, you’re kind and you’re selfless.. and, god.. i don’t care about what the council says anymore.” you’re laughing, and she’s laughing, the two of you are pulling each other closer with every word you say. “and by the force, ahsoka tano.. i want you to be mine.” you finally say, and you can see a smile form on her face. 

“i will.” your heart feels like its about to explode as she speaks, but you wrap your arms around her neck, and she pulls you close to her by your waist. you’re chest to chest and your face is buried into her neck. she’s warm, and she’s beautiful. you don’t care if you can’t see her face, you practically have all of her features ingrained into your brain.

and now she’s yours. 

she pulls away from the hug and you can see her eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, and you start to laugh as she looks at you without any form of embarrassment showing up on her face. “what? can’t i stare at my girlfriend?” ahsoka says, and your heart speeds up at the use of the word ‘girlfriend’ coming from her mouth as she refers to you. “yeah, you can.” you say back to her.

her hands remove themselves from your hips, and they sit on your jawline. her thumbs run across your cheeks as she admires your features. you feel yourself starting to get shy as she admires you. its the way that she treats you as if you were a flower or a piece of glass, fragile, about to break in her arms if she weren’t careful enough. she holds your face in her hands and for a moment, it looks as if she were about to cry. she shakes her head, but she’s teary eyed. “what’s wrong?” you mumble, arms coming underneath hers to mirror the way she’s holding your face. the tips of your fingers trail across the white patterns across orange skin, and you feel yourself start to smile as you look at the beautiful girl in front of you. 

“i.. i’m okay.” she stutters, but she has a smile on her lips. “me too, ahsoka.. i never.. thought you liked me like this..” you mutter, and she stares at you, her face now devoid of emotion. “are you serious? i thought i was so obvious.” she states, and you start laughing again. “it definitely wasn’t!” you’re saying through laughter, and she bursts into laughter after a few moments of trying to hold it in. the sound of your laughter is music to her ears, and the smile on her face never fades as she stares at you. 

ahsoka, your ahsoka, is looking deep into your eyes, and you start laughing quietly. “why are you looking at me like that?” she rolls her eyes, “i just want to kiss my girlfriend, y/n, that’s all!” she jokes with you, but without missing a beat, you reply, “okay.” 

and she’s frozen. 

the two of you stand in each others arms, but she mutters, “really?” and you nod. you can almost feel your heartbeat pounding out of your chest as her gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips. “please, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this.” you say, and that’s all she needs to hear before her lips are on yours. 

you feel your breath catch in your throat, because her lips are on yours and she’s warm, and her eyes are closed and you’re standing there in shock even though you knew it was coming. you still thought this could’ve been just a huge, elaborate prank. she’s really kissing you, and you finally come to your senses. your eyes close after a moment, and you lean into her touch. this was your first kiss, and you were sharing it with the woman of your dreams. you can feel her smile against your lips, and you start to wonder what she’s thinking as her hands gently move to the back of your neck, fingertips running over the bare skin that you had been so used to before. 

the chills. 

and then she pulls away for a breath, but by the time you could say anything, she’s kissing you again. you couldn’t complain, you wouldn’t. ahsoka’s hands are warm and so are her lips, and they’re gently moving against yours. your hands gently move from her jaw to her waist where you pull her closer to you, if it were even possible, and you hear her sigh. 

she pulls away again, and you’re half expecting her to kiss you again. you wouldn’t mind, but instead her hand finds yours and she holds your entwined hands out in front of you. “i could get used to this.” she chimes, and you smile, pulling her into you again.

finally, being kicked out of the jedi order was in the back of your mind. you knew about anakin and padme being married, why would this be any different? you loved ahsoka, your girlfriend, and if you had to leave the order to be with her then so be it. 

it was the way she caresses your hand that pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“the.. council-” she says. she sounds upset, but you shake your head and put your finger over her lips before she could say anymore. “-is the least of my worries, right now. i have you here, with me. if you say the word, i’d leave the jedi order.” 

and it was the way you aren’t lying, and she can see it in the way you look at her. 

and the way your lips press to hers again. 

[dewykth]

—lilies (m)

“… white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…”

muses. bad boy! & tattooed!jungkook x female reader words. 1.3k+ contains. smut notices. explicit sex scene, mentions of drug use, jungkook’s just rly in love (he’s also a drug dealer oops) 

↳ listen to: florida kilos by ldr

"Is that new?"

The hand trailing down your thigh freezes. His eyes move to your face, where you’re staring at his chest, a curious expression adorning your flushed features. Jungkook loved seeing you like this. He thinks you look beautiful all the time, but especially like this, underneath him, rosy cheeks and wide eyes. You were such a sight. Jungkook could stare at you like this forever.

You hum, and his musings are cut short.

He looks down, completely forgetting the new piece he had inked on his body a couple nights ago. It was the reason he came over tonight, something he’d been thinking about doing for a while, but when you set your lips on his as soon as he walked through your apartment door, all thoughts of surprising you with the new tattoo faded away (as did everything when he was with you).

“Oh, uhm,” he clears his throat, “yeah… I, uh,” he struggles to find his words, especially when you’re staring at his chest like that.

He would never admit it, but he was scared you’d think it was stupid, or worse, too much. The extent of his feelings for you even terrified him.

Your lips quirk up into a small smile, and the small sliver of teeth showing glimmers under the soft glow of the moon. Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat.

“That’s my favorite type of flower, you know,”

He knows, of course he knows, but his words stay lodged in his throat. Instead he watches you lift your arm, tentatively tracing your fingers over the blooming lilies inked onto his chest, right above his heart. Your smile only grows when you feel the goosebumps rising on his skin.

“When did you get it?” your hand stays on his chest, but your eyes trail up to meet his own and the hand holding Jungkook above you almost slips at the sight of the pure adoration swimming in your eyes.

“I just did it a few days ago. That’s actually what I wanted to show you before we got… distracted,” his hand continues it’s path up your thigh, stopping right at your heat.

“That’s also my favorite color,” You let out a small sigh as his fingers ghost over your clit.

“I know.” he mumbles.

He doesn’t have to say it. You know who he tattooed those lilies for, who he took the time to design it for and even fill it with the inklings of their favorite color (probably Yoongi’s doing, Jungkook hated using colored ink). It’s stupid, you want to say, but in all honesty, the thought of him being etched with traces of you permanently made your tummy fill with butterflies. Almost as if he was whispering a promise.

Your panties soak, and Jungkook’s eyes flash.

“Do you like it, baby?”

"Yes." you respond, no hint of hesitation in your voice.

You bite your lip when his fingers move your lace panties aside and begin to rub your clit. How he could go from being so shy and sweet one second to being a tease the next, you still wondered.

Jungkook wasn’t like this. Normally when he would hook up with other women, he focused on his own pleasure. Of course, there was no doubt about how good he could make a woman feel during sex, but he always a taker.

It was different with you, though.

Maybe it was because he felt something more for you than he had ever felt for anyone else. With you, he felt something only those white lines on his coffee table had been able to construct. Euphoria. The only word he chose to use to describe those overwhelming senses. But no, he knew that wasn’t it. In the back of his mind, he knew exactly what words to pin those feelings under.

Those three words were always on the tip of his tongue when he was with you, but it was the small moments that almost had the words tumbling out of his mouth. When you would reach for his hand while walking, when you would make his favorite meal the mornings after the nights full of passion and ecstasy, when you let him mark you with hues of pink and purple. His head was always filled with you, you, you, even when you were in front of him.

He wanted to say it now, when you were moaning and begging so beautifully for him.

But, as always, the fear of the weight of those words seeped through him, keeping him quiet. So, he pushed those thoughts out of his head as he focused on giving you pleasure.

Give, give, give. That was all he wanted to do.

“Nngh… Jungkook… please!”

His lips form a smirk as he moves his fingers down to your entrance, slowly pushing one finger in. You throw your head back onto the arm rest of the couch, gasping in pleasure. Jungkook attaches his mouth to your nipple, swirling his tongue and sucking in the way that made your back arch prettily.

“More, please baby,” you moan out, “I need more!”

How could he ever deny you?

“So needy,” he whispers, but he complies, pushing another finger inside of you as he begins to fuck into your throbbing pussy.

Your hand finds its way to his hair tugging harshly when he curls his fingers. He moans around your nipples, the pain only making him want to give you more, more, more.

He slips a third finger inside you, and you cry his name out. Jungkook pulls back from your tits, gazing at you as his tattooed fingers fuck into you. Your eyes are shut, face contorted in pure bliss as sounds of elation continue to spill out of your red, bitten lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muses, lost in his thoughts again.

He can feel your legs start to shake, so he quickly crawls down, planting his mouth directly onto your clit and sucking.

“Fuck! Jungkook… I- I’m cl-… I’m c-close!”

He hums in acknowledgement, picking up his pace. His fingers fuck you roughly and swiftly as his mouth continues to suck on your clitoris, lapping up as much of your juice as he can. God, he adored this. He adored you, every piece of you.

Your legs tense, body seizes and—

“Fuck! I’m coming! Jungkook!”

His eyes move to your face, absorbing the fucked-out expression on your face as you ride your high. He continues to swallow your juices, only stopping when you tap his hand, the stimulation becoming too much.

“You look so pretty when you cum for me.”

The compliment makes a rose-colored tint appear along your cheeks. You move to cover your bashful smile with your hand, quickly becoming shy. How were so goddamn cute and sexy?

Something hard pokes at your thigh, and when you look down, it’s hard not to notice Jungkook’s boner. You move your hand to palm him through his jeans, but Jungkook grabs your hand, shaking his head with a smile as he lays beside you.

“Are you sure? I could suck you off.” you offer, completely ready to let him fuck your mouth

He only smiles, “As tempting as that is, I just wanted to please you tonight.”

Your heart stutters, and feelings of fondness bubble up in your chest. You cuddle into his side, trying your hardest to not fall off the small couch holding the two of you. His arm wraps around you and you sigh contentedly, letting his warmth radiate into you.

The thumping of his heart lulls you to sleep, and soon your soft snores fill the quiet living room.

It’s only when he’s sure that you’re deep in another world that he whispers the words that he’s so afraid of. He lets them hang in the midnight air, until fatigue succumbs his body and his dreams take him too.

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