#i was trying to see if there were more dw pics that i can make look like they were throwing something

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pov: you're trapped in a pit and lu xun throws a firebomb at you

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 02. THE MEDDLING

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and for the sake of the smau imola was not canceled. note: thank you sm for the love you showed the first part! once again if you see some mistakes please know that english is not my first language and i noticed them once everything was finished. if you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know! ♡

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MAY 14, 2023.

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📍 ROMA, ITALY

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alex_albon Don’t believe anything they say, I won ⛳️

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lilymhe i’m not gonna say anything. 🤐

user35 so it is true. they were with charles and Y/N user36 We don’t know that user37 someone working there confirmed it

charles_leclerc mate you fell like three times

user38 WE GOT THE CONFIRMATION user39 omg this makes it real user40 BUT WAS Y/N ACTUALLY THERE

user41 not his entire comment section filled with charles and Y/N fans 🙄🙄🙄

user42 PARENTS

yourusername shut up you know i won

user43 OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDD user44 i cant believe it i’m having a crisis over this user45 context pls user46 everyone’s saying they were in a double date and apparently this is the confirmation.

pierregasly thanks for (not) inviting me!!!

📍 ROMA, ITALY

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yourusername i won. i have witnesses.

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alex_albon keep saying that 🥱

yourusername SHUT UP

user47 not a single pic of charles and her together but we know they were together

user48 feeding us crumbs

user49 she looks so pretty

zendaya tom keeps saying we need to play golf when you’re back in london.

yourusername tell him i’m gonna kick his ass

landonorris you should play with people that actually knows how to play: ME

lilymhe SORRY? yourusername dw lils, i have your back

user50 i love how she’s befriending everyone

user51 thanks to alex user52 and your point is? user51 she’s using him for his fame user53 LOOOOOOL

pierregasly thanks for (not) inviting me!!!

user54 what’s more hilarious to me than this whole “double date” discourse are pierre comments on both alex and Y/N posts because they did not invite him.

Y/N & ALEX’S iMESSAGE

THURSDAY MAY 18, 2023 — PRESS CONFERENCE

charles is sitting next to lando and max, pierre next to him as alex stands in front of them. he’s aware they’re talking about what they’re expecting from this weekend, but he can’t seem to focus on what they are actually saying, only picking up pieces of the conversation. he’s too focused on his phone, the message thread he has with Y/N staring back at him. the last text he has from her is just a simple ‘cool’ after he was trying to play it cool.

“what you doing, charlie?” max asks, playfully poking him in the ribs. he immediately locks his phone, raising his head only to find that everyone is looking at him already.

“i know what he’s doing.” lando wiggles his eyebrows and charles wonders if he really needs his fingers to race. “you screwed up.”

charles knows he screwed up, and definitely doesn’t need lando reminding him the awful mistake he made for just trying not to sound too intense because, of course, he’s made that mistake in the past. and every girl he’s had something with always said the same: ‘you’re too much, charles’, ‘you’re taking things too fast, we should take a break.’ so ever since the last girl he dated, once again, said the same thing, charles promised himself he would not be that guy.

“hey,” alex has this look of pity in his eyes that he doesn’t like, not even one bit. “maybe we could do something to help you.”

“i don’t need your help.” charles’ tone is too sharp and abrupt it’s makes him feel a little bad for talking to his friends like that. but just a little.

“look, you like her, right?” pierre chimes in, but doesn’t wait for an answer. “alex is his best friend, if you want a chance with her, he’s the only one who can help you right now.”

but why does he wanna help him?

alex must see the question written all over his face because he says, “she’s dated a few assholes in the past and i really want something good for her. i trust you, charles.” he tries to look serious which only makes charles laugh. “besides, i have the perfect idea.”

ALEX’S iMESSAGE — MAY 18, 2023

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📍 VENICE, ITALY — MAY 19, 2023

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yourusername a few days ago i had the pleasure to celebrate two of my favorite people, Chloe and Scotty James. and spent two wonderful days filled with love and joy in the beautiful venice! so happy for you both. 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏼🩷

i wish i could stay here forever, but back to reality for now. :(

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user55 i didn’t know she’s friends with the strolls

lance_stroll I have very embarrassing videos of you, just remember that 🍾

user56 why lance and Y/N look kinda good together

user57 That’s exactly what I was thinking. They would look pretty good as a couple user58 he has a girlfriend user59 and Y/N is probably dating charles user57 only rumors

user60 back to reality? she’s not gonna be in the paddock this weekend?

user61 why would she? nobody wants her there

user62 i thought she was in italy for the gp

user63 just a coincidence user62 still hoping she’ll be there

francisca.cgomes I’m gonna need to borrow that beautiful dress! ❤️

user63 she really knows everyone now user64 literally. she was just one time at a race and befriended everyone

user65 i feel like we’re missing something

Y/N’s iMESSAGE

SATURDAY MAY 20, 2023 — THE MISSION 007 DINNER

the second you see a head of brown hair standing at the door, you want to walk over to where alex is sitting and smash his head on the table. you made sure before arriving to the restaurant that charles was not gonna be there tonight, even lando told you he was busy with some ferrari event. obviously, both lied to you.

“hey, charles!” george, who’s standing next to you, his girlfriend carmen at your other side, waves at him. and for the first time since that fateful dinner a few days ago, you make eye contact with his bright brown eyes.

butterflies break free inside your belly, even when you try to repress everything he makes you feel.

you’ve known charles for no more than ten days but it really feels like you’ve known each other your whole life. everything is so easy with him, you can’t remember when was the last time you felt this way, if it ever happened.

you thought everything was going well between you two and, for a minute, you let yourself believe he could like you. but then he gave you the cold shoulder and everything came crashing down.

and that’s your problem. you always feel so much in so little time that when things don’t go the way you’d like, everything hurts twice as hard.

there’s no one to blame but you.

“hey,” is it possible to like the sound of his voice so much that you feel your knees going weak?

“you’re the last one to arrive. here,” george shares a look with his girlfriend that you don’t really know how to read, and both move aside. “you’re sitting here tonight. we’ll go find our seats.”

you want the earth to swallow you. you want to be in a plane far away from here because the seat george is pointing at it’s right next to yours.

before you can open your mouth to say something, the couple slips away. and suddenly it feels like you and charles are the only ones in the room.

no one says a word for what feels like hours. you’re actually trying to find a excuse to leave when charles sighs, defeated.

“i’m sorry.” his voice is almost a whisper, something only for you to hear. “i acted like an idiot.”

“yeah,” you agree because you don’t know what else to say. he did act like an idiot, ignoring you for days, not answering your texts even when you asked him if something was wrong.

“i can explain if you’d let me.”

his brown eyes bore into yours, so soft and sincere your heart skips a beat. and even if you want to say no, your whole body begs you to accept.

“let’s eat first and enjoy the evening,” his face lights up like a kid on christmas day. “then i’ll let you buy me dessert and we can talk.”

TWITTER — SUNDAY MAY 21, 2023

TAGLIST (bold means i couldn’t tag you) — @leclerc16s. @willowpains. @berrnuu. @minkyungseokie. @sassyheroneckgiant. @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir. @nessacarty1. @a1leexxa. @storminacloud. @lovstappen.

note: i hope you liked it. i’m sorry if i forgot to tag you! please let me know what you think, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. <3

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Cooler Than Me - S.R

Cooler Than Me - S.R

Summary: Spencer can’t quite figure out why you dislike him so much. It drives him crazy. 

tw/cw: sexual innuendos, tension, cringing and a minuscule moment of worry about consent (it’s given dw!)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (f!reader) (no y/n)

a/n: Hi loves! sorry I went all MIA but I had ZERO motivation to write and college life is dragging me to hell. This is my first Spencer pic and to be honest, i'm nervous. nobody asked for this, but i wrote it anyway because I can’t keep this man out of my head. I recommend listening to Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner (slowed) while reading, because it played on loop when i wrote it. anyway, hope you’ll enjoy this, please like/repost if you do. your support is, as always, extremely appreciated. (this is not beta read, all mistakes are on me).

 When you first walked into the bullpen, Spencer didn’t even notice, his face was buried in War and Peace, yet again. Elle was giving you the tour and introducing you to your new teammates, who would quickly become your friends. However, the resident genius was much too busy to pay you some mind. It wasn’t until Hotch stood before him and called his name, that he put the book down and focused on you. 

God did he regret not giving you his undivided attention for the past 5 minutes. 

Your smile was friendly, somewhat awkward at his lack of interest in his new colleague, but it was there, nonetheless. He wondered how bright it could shine when it wasn’t embarrassed. 

You extended your hand, to try and shake the awkwardness in the room, but all Spencer cold do was smile his typical-tight-lip smile and wave. You retracted your hand, even more embarrassed than before and cleared your throat. 

After that deeply uncomfortable moment, some awkward laughs echoed quietly in the room; all the other profilers knew what Spencer was like. But not you, and you took offense at what you misunderstood as disdain. 

Hotch spoke again “well agent, this is our team. We are very glad to have you with us. Please, follow me to my office, there are some forms I need to review with you”. 

“Of course” you nodded. 

Your voice was gentle, and as cliché as it sounds, Spencer couldn’t help but feel a tingling in his chest. 

The next morning, when you entered the bullpen, you knew better than to try and say hello to him. You walked around and talked to everyone else, but not him. He frowned, did he do something wrong? Spencer’s genius brain was confused, did he do something to upset you?

Hotch stood in front of his office and spoke to the team “we have a case”, he said nothing more and headed toward the conference room. 

Spencer stood up and looked around, trying to find you. You were laughing at some joke Morgan had made. Elle and JJ were right behind you and exchanged knowing smiles; clueless as he was, Spencer knew that wasn’t a good sign. 

Now in the jet, you were sitting right beside the resident flirt, smiling at him. And though he was on the other side of the plane, Spencer caught a bit of your conversation. 

“Hm, so pretty and smart” Morgan said, flirtatiously. 

“That’s me” you answered, only half jokingly. 

‘Add confident to the list’ Spencer thought, making his own list of things that made you amazing. 

As Garcia appeared on the screen, the jokes stopped, but the smiles remained. It made Spencer jealous, and he wasn’t normally jealous. 

“Alright, Morgan and JJ head to the crime scene and see what you can find out about our latest victim” Hotch said with authority “Gideon, Elle, you’re with me, we’ll head to the station and interview the families”. The team leader looked at you “you’re with Reid, you’ll go to the M.E and see if we missed something”. 

Your face looked confused. 

Hotch pointed at the genius, “Reid” he spoke again. 

You nodded in understanding “Oh right” you answered back.

Morgan and Elle chuckled silently. 

Spencer didn’t find the situation the least bit amusing, had you actually forgotten his name? 

The rest of the fight you kept going over the case, and you joked lightly with everyone, everyone except him. So Reid took matter in his own hands and tried making a joke himself, but much to his dismay, you only gave him an awkward smile, as did the rest of the team. 

Spencer tried not to think about it too much, choosing to focus on the case instead. 

When the jet landed, you were once again flirting with Derek. 

“Alright, try not to miss me too much” you said as you got behind the wheel. 

“Can’t make that promise” Derek answered, winking at you and getting into his own car. 

Spencer’s stomach churned as he got in the passenger’s seat beside you. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and started driving. 

The drive was spent in utter silence, it was clear you weren’t interested in kidding around with the doctor. And the situation was uncomfortable, to say the least. 

You weren’t partnered up with him for the rest of the case, and you talked to him only when necessary. Spencer was getting desperate, he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at Morgan. He didn’t even know why, he felt like a kid who wanted a toy solely because he couldn’t have it. As cliché as he thought it sounded, Spencer had never felt that way about anyone. 

When the case was closed, and you were back on the jet, Spencer hoped he could sit by your side and, much to his dismay, the seat was already taken by Morgan. The genius all but stomped his foot on the ground and sat in front of you, right by JJ; who by the way did not miss the looks of hope Spencer was giving you. 

“Genius got a crush?” She asked in a whisper. 

“WHAT?” He answered in a high-pitched tone that made you and Morgan look at him quizzically. 

JJ wasn’t fooled, the high-pitched voice was Spencer’s tell. 

“Uh-uh Reid, you heard me” she whispered again when you and Morgan got back to your conversation. 

Spencer looked into JJ’s eyes, pleading, he knew the jig was up. 

“I won’t tell her, don’t worry” she said softly. 

Spencer let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Thanks” he said, relieved but still nervous about the whole ordeal. 

Some months had passed, and you felt at home with your team. JJ, Penny, Elle and you were constantly going out and having ‘girl’s night’; Hotch seemed pleased by your performance, Gideon had warmed up to you. The flirting with Morgan remained, but you both realized you were more like older brother and annoying baby sister, Morgan was your best friend and you were his (tied with Garcia, but don’t tell her that).

But things were still awkward with the resident genius. You understood perfectly he wanted nothing to do with you. That hurt your pride, so you ignored him as best as you could, thinking that would make the stupid, pathetic little crush go away. 

You ignored him as hard as you could. 

Until you couldn’t. 

While in the conference room, Hotch looked at you “You and Reid head to Miami to see if you can find out about the victims there while we head to Jacksonville.”

You felt a chill run down your spine, terrified at the idea of spending alone time with Reid. 

Spencer was just as terrified. He knew you were much cooler than him, and totally out of his league. But he figured maybe he could finally ask you why you hated him. 

Garcia booked your flight to Miami and wished you luck, giving Spencer a knowing wink when you turned around. The rest of the team got on the jet while you drove to the airport, and once again it was filled with tension and silence, except for the music that floated in the car. 

You couldn’t handle the tension, so as soon as you sat on your seat (right beside Spencer, to top it off) you pretended to fall asleep. Boy genius turned his head towards you, mustering up the courage to ask his question, but he exhaled defeated when he saw your sleeping form. 

Two and a half hours later, you were being softly shaken awake by your partner for the case. Turns out you had really fallen asleep, much to your surprise. 

“Uhm, s-sorry to wake you but uhm, we’ve landed” Spencer said softly. 

His handsome features were a sight to behold, and in your sleepy state, you couldn’t help but stare at him. 

His mouth now a tight line, he was shuffling uncomfortably under your burning gaze. This you noticed, so you unwillingly got out of your reverie and picked up your bags. 

“Cool, let’s go” you said quickly and started walking in front of him. 

Spencer couldn’t help looking at your ass, swaying gracefully in front of him. He bit his lip and shook his head, following you like a lost puppy. 

Although you hated to admit it, you worked really well as a team, your confidence intimidated the suspects and Spencer’s intelligence intimidated the police. You got what you wanted fairly easily; so when Hotch called for an update, you begrudgingly told him how great you were doing. 

Spencer was still nervous around you, but he started (little by little) to work up his confidence. He was absolutely decided to ask you why you despised him so much, and how he could mend things. 

So when your unit chief called you back to Jacksonville and you got on the plane, Spencer left you no time to pretend you were asleep. He went for it. 

“Why do you hate me?” He blurted. Well, that was definitely not how he wanted things to go. 

“Excuse me?” You asked bewildered, eyes nearly popping out of your skull. “For a genius, you got things pretty backwards Reid. You hate me, not the other way around” you said defensively. 

“What?” Spencer all but screamed, earning annoyed looks from the passengers around you. “Sorry” he whispered, looking around. 

“You heard me Reid” You deadpanned. 

“Yes I heard you, but I don’t hate you” Spencer corrected you. “You hate me, you avoid me, you ignore me, you’re annoyed when we get paired together. I mean for Christ’s sake, you didn’t even remember my name the first day!” He rambled, his pulse quickening. 

“Well you heaven’t made things easy either! You completely ignored my presence on the first day, and you made a fool out of me when you left my hand stretched without having the courtesy of shake it!” You answered, agitated. 

“Do you know it’s actually safer to kiss? Because-“ Reid said before you interrupted him. 

“Did you wanted me to kiss you?!” You asked sarcastically. 

“Yes!” Spencer answered without really thinking.

Upon hearing that, you both widened your eyes and Spencer turned a violent shade of crimson. 

“What?” You asked in a whisper, still shocked at his confession.

‘Fuck it’ he thought. 

“I like you, I have since I laid my eyes on you” Spencer took a shaky breath before continuing “and I know you’re out of my league because I may be a genius but I’m a loser, I know you’re definitely cooler than me; but I can’t help it, you’re so confident, and smart and so gorgeous. And I know you don’t feel the same because I have seen your flirt with Morgan, and I know he’s exactly what women want, not some un-athletic nerd who rambles when he’s nervous and-“

You interrupted Spencer again, this time by slamming your lips on his, taking him entirely by surprise. But you stopped when he didn’t kissed you back, mortified about kissing him without his consent. 

You pulled away, avoiding his eyes by closing yours, cringing. 

“I’m so sorry Spencer” now it was your turn to ramble “I just — since you said you wanted me to kiss you I thought-“ 

Spencer silenced you by cupping your face with his cold hands and pressing a heated kiss on your lips. You kissed him back immediately, fearing he would disappear the second you let go. 

“Finally!” The grandma behind you shouted with a big smile on her face. 

Spencer and you both laughed on each others lips, his face still cupping yours. You placed a peck on his wide smile and pulled back to look at him. 

“Two things” you said, looking into his eyes. Spencer looked at you, scared this was a prank or something similar. 

“One, Morgan is like my big brother, we flirt a lot but it’s all for laughs. And he discovered my crush on you veeeery early on, so don’t even worry about that” you told him, holding his hand.

Spencer exhaled completely relieved, until he remembered and said “and the second?” . 

“I am definitely cooler than you, lover boy”.

[silverfoxstole]

OK. Right. I've sorted my panel photos, which I'll start posting tomorrow (I won't bombard you with them all at once!), so I can get my thoughts straight about yesterday. This is going to be long; sorry! I'll divide it into two parts so that those who want to skip my wittering and just see the pics can.

I hadn't actually thought I'd ever go to a con again; my last one had been back in 2009 and they've got a hell of a lot bigger since then, which sort of puts me off as I don’t really like crowds, and living as I do right down on the south coast they're usually too far away. However, when back at the end of January an ad popped up out of the blue on my Facebook feed informing me that Paul would be appearing at Portsmouth Comic Con (less than ten miles from me) my heart skipped a beat and I started wondering whether I'd be able to go. Of course, there was nothing stopping me but I wasn't keen to go on my own, and I knew my DW-and-anything-else-related-to-scifi-fantasy-etc-hating sister would never agree.

When not long later I saw Sylvester was going to be there as well I mentioned it to my friend P (with whom I’ve attended cons in the past), lamenting that I had no one to go with and not really expecting her to suggest that she try to come down from Manchester so we could go together but to my surprise she did and so the tickets were duly booked. Fast forward to about three weeks ago, unfortunately, and things started to go - literally in this case - off the rails thanks to a driver's strike and then engineering work that meant no trains into Portsmouth for the 11th and 12th and P very reluctantly having to drop out because she wouldn't be able to get down here and back in time for work on Monday. Still wanting to go but not really wanting to do it alone I had no choice but to ask sis to come with me, which she very gamely did and I owe her. Big Time. It’s really not her thing and I know she didn't enjoy it at all. She works in town and made me stand on the outside in the queue in case she saw anyone she knew!

I had been worried about how I was going to react as I do suffer from anxiety and I've not been amongst crowds since before Covid, but much to my surprise I was completely relaxed, even when talking to the guests; I'm obviously long past my 'OMG it's Paul!' phase (thank goodness!) and instead it was a case of 'Oh, yeah, there he is, and Sylv and Sophie (a later addition, and one I'd been hoping for) too.' I don't know whether it's because they're so familiar or I just got used to actors popping in when I worked in a shop near a theatre, but it was easy and I'm so glad! The reflexology session I had in Thursday might have helped keep me calm, too; if you’re feeling tense I recommend it!

I had only previously visited the Guildhall for concerts (sis knows it better as she's had to do presentations to the city council in the past) so it was rather odd to be in there during the day. I have to say that I think they could have put aside more room for the guests as it was difficult to work out who was queuing to see who (ho ho). It was very warm and the setup also made taking photos a bit awkward with people having to dance round each other a bit. We went to see Paul first (of course), and when he clocked me in my NotD cosplay he leaned back, smiled and announced 'It's like lookin' in a mirror!' I honestly can't remember exactly what I said in response to that! Probably nothing that coherent! He asked if I'd made it myself, which gave me a neat opportunity to present the gift I'd made for him: an Eighth Doctor bear and Mr Bush bear.

I think i've wanted to make bears for Paul ever since I put together the first one nearly three years ago, but I never thought I'd get a chance so when I knew I'd be going to the con I started planning. I was originally just going to do the Doctor, and make a Seven bear for Sylvester, but as they were coming to Portsmouth I decided to do Bush as well since I can’t imagine Paul gets a lot of Hornblower-related gifts. Of course, when it was confirmed that Sophie would be there I had to make an Ace bear too and here they all are before I packed them up yesterday morning, sitting on the bags i'd also run up to put them in (not pictured, my terrible embroidery name tags to help me tell who was who):

I'll do some more detailed posts so you can see them properly another day, but I was so pleased with they way they turned out that it was really hard to give them up! At least I knew they'd be going to good homes!

When I gave Paul the bag he just looked at me in surprise and went 'Is that for me? Can I open it now?' and there was a smile on his face as soon as he saw what was inside. 'That's my career! Doctor Who and Hornblower!' He absolutely loved them, couldn't believe I'd made them and told me 'I have a room where I keep all the gifts I've been given, and these are going to take pride of place.' I couldn't wish for more than that! Well, maybe a photo of him with them but it was busy and I didn't like to ask and possibly hold things up. I hope he's found the alternative Dark Eyes outfit that I added for Eight bear as I had some fabric leftover from my jacket; the sonic for that one took a bit of ingenuity!

He asked about my costume again while we were getting into position (for want of a better term) for a photo and commented that so many people are paying someone to make their cosplays now and spending a hundreds of pounds, something I'd guess he finds quite astonishing given the incredulous look on his face when he said it. I could be wrong, but I got the impression that he likes to see what different fans have come up with; there are a lot of people who seem to be patronising Steven Ricks since Paul got his remade costume last year, which I can understand because the man is a brilliant tailor, but sometimes it must be a bit like seeing clones.

Jen took the photo and we were about to leave it there but then this strangely confident person I found inside me asked Paul a question:

‘Can I be cheeky?’

‘Sure.’

‘Can I give you a hug?’

‘Of course!’

Well, if you don’t ask, you don’t get! (says the woman who hates asking for things in shops) He gives very good hugs. 🥰

I did manage to let him go (it wasn’t easy!) and he thanked me again for the bears before we moved on to see Sophie, which involved going round to join another queue in the same small space. Confusing? Yep!

I don't know who here has met Sophie Aldred but you should because she is so, so lovely. Ace has always been one of my favourite companions and I was so pleased when I saw she would be coming. I'd already started an Ace bear with the intention of giving it to Sylvester with his, but of course that got changed and Sophie was smitten. She looked really closely at it, remarking on the little details - 'Oh, it's even got the plait. And a rucksack and baseball bat!' - and sat it proudly on the corner of her table, where I assume it stayed for some of the day. Apparently it's the best Ace bear she's ever seen - you can't get a better accolade than that! (My head was swelling somewhat by this point, by the way. I don't like to blow my own trumpet but I don't often get so many compliments, and never in such a short space of time, so i hope you can forgive me for including them.)

Last but not least, of course, there was Sylvester, which meant another queue in the same space, which was just daft as because their tables were next to each other you didn't know whether people were waiting for him or for Paul. I'm sure that could have been organised much better than it was. In the same section there were also two chaps who had somethng to do with Star Wars who weren't getting much attention at all which was a bit awkward. They haven't gone back today and I can't blame really them.

I've wanted to meet Sylv for years and he didn’t disappoint. He liked the fabric the bag was made from because its starry night pattern was similar to his waistcoat, which admittedly was why i bought it in the first place. When he got it open and saw what was inside he said 'Oh! I'm a little bear! That’s lovely!’ and when I said I'd made one for Sophie too leaned round trying to see it on Sophie's table. I half wish I'd made a set of both for each of them now but that might have been overkill, and I would have needed a rucksack of my own to transport them all; my bag was full to bursting as it was. Maybe if I see them again I’ll give Sophie a Doctor bear and Sylvester an Ace. As it stands I am so, so pleased that all three of them liked something I'd made so much, and Sylvester and Sophie were both also taken with the cartoons of the Seventh Doctor and Ace that I asked them to sign.

Phew! If you've reached the end of this, well done! I know I have tendency to ramble on and I commend your stamina! I'll put the photos in a separate post but I was one happy camper, especially as just afterwards i got another compliment on my costume and was asked to pose in the TARDIS! We didn't stay the whole day as it was hot, I'd pretty much seen what I wanted to (the Doctor Who 'exhibition' was just a few monster replicas, most of which weren't that good, unlike the really impressive experience they had last year for the 60th and which I would have loved to see. And there were no daleks! My ambition to hug a dalek sadly remains unfulfilled *sniff*) sis had developed a headache, but I'm very glad I went. 😀

[caramelstarlight]

You may not see me, but I’ll always trek the same path. Promise.

Tighnari x blind reader :D

Had no idea what to do with this. Also I’m going to a birthday party I’m so sorry if I don’t see any inbox requests-! 😭🤚 (dw Zamadness I see yours) ✅/⭐️

tried to make it slightly comfort but mostly fluff oh him just helping. Am tired of Tighnari not coming home. *cries*

Reader was blind for a few years. Still clumsy tho. (It’s like Layla where she can’t see her well-rested side and only tired. 2 different people helping another. In this case your the one who needs help and Tighnari always delivers.)

Story under cut / Drabble idk.

He stayed silent as he watched you clumsily come in with a walking stick. His tail flicked with his ears. Trying to figure out where you were going.

“Y/N, where are you trying to go-?” He’d ask as he went back to his writing. His ears perked up waiting for an answer.

“Sorry Tighnari… I’m still so confused and clumsy after these years. I was trying to go to the couch actually.” Using your walking stick to point near the ground. Trying to hopefully hit one of its legs.

“I’ll help you with that.” He’d say grabbing your hand as he told you to sit. His hand lingered for a few moments like his gaze did. If you could see he would absolutely be flustered.

“Do you need anything before I go back to my research? I can get collei to help you.” Tighnari told you as he caressed your hand with his thumb and a soft voice. His tail wagged slowly as he waited.

“I don’t think I need anything yet besides getting more used to this. It’s so tricky to navigate without eyes anymore.” You slightly complained to him.

“Yes it’s unfortunate that blindness cannot be reversed and only if it’s minor ones. Your body thinks your eyes were threats and dealt with them. The body doesn’t know your eyes are apart of it.” He’d tell you.

He pulled you into a hug comforting you silently as he wrapped his tail around you. “But you’ll always know where you’re going with me. You’re safe here.” You stayed silent with a slight unknown blush on your face as he held you.

His head pulled away as he saw your slight blush. Giving you a kiss on the forehead before getting up and back towards the desk. Slightly wishing to put it on hold to just well. Hold you. But his research needed to be completed.

Although it could be impossible, he would at least try. He looked at the concotion he made reading the information he has gathered from testing. Trying to cure you of you being blind. Hoping one day you’d see him for the first time in years since the akademiya and love him back with his looks as well. The same adoration he has for you in his eyes.

Collei came into the room and sat next to Y/N. Giving them Cuilien-Anbae as you realized who it was. “Oh! Hey collei.” You’d perk up in spirits and stopped thinking about your blindness. “Hey Y/N! I made a flower crown for you. I chose your favorites. Stay still!” She stated as she placed it on your head, adjusting it to fit perfectly without it falling apart or coming off.

“I think that’ll work.” She stated as she chatted with you. Tighnari listened slightly as he finished his work for the day. Wondering if the potion would work and make you able to see again.

He’d sit next to you on the couch with collei listening to her ramble about things.

(Didn’t know how to end this aughh) take pic of this dating sim vid with Tighnari)

[causenessus]

GOOD MORNING NESS!! <3 i hope you have a good dayy :) the brown and green additions to the blog are so cute omg😋 it looks super cute!

i have picture day in a couple hours im literally tweaking out.. it's probably gonna be fine tho but THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME LOOK LIKE AN EGG TOO like they'll tell me "okay push back your hair a bit, brush your bangs to the side..." girl the bangs are the only thing keeping me from looking like a helipad NO NO NO GET AWAY 🤺 so yeah im here in my bedroom stressing about what to do w my hair and what to wear as i lay in bed, actively avoiding doing anything ☺️

ALSO AFTER YOU SAID A BIT ABOUT THAT PLAY I HONESTLY WANTED TO HEAR MORE?? like you accidentally BIT your phone and cut your finger? 😨 what else happened during that play??😭 AND ALSO kinda gave me flashbacks to being a theater kid when i was in elementary bc i would always do plays and musicals EVEN OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL i was a little nerd LMAOAOA but those plays were soooo much fun and in one of them i even got to wear a big poofy dress that was such a vibe... (no it wasn't i was so overstimulated after a while BUT THE DRESS WAS CUTE) i should go back to theater (no i shouldn't)

ANYWAY I HOPE YOUR SCHOOL DAY GOES WELL AND YOUR WORK (if you have it today, idk 💔)!! HOPEFULLY WE CAN TALK MORE LATER TODAY! MAKE SURE YOU EAT AND DRINK WATER AND DONT FORGET TO TAKE YOUR MEDS‼️

THANK YOU SO MUCH SAV!!! I MAY LIKE TAKE A SCREENSHOT OF IT TO MAKE IT LIKE A DIVIDER IMAGE YK </33 bc it looks perfect at least on my phone screeen and i think it's cute on my computer screen too!! but ik it's not like completely centered and everything if that makes sense 😭

NOT THE HELIPAD 💀💀 I HOPE YOUR PICTURE DAY WENT WELL LOVE!! LMK HOW IT WENT!! i remember there was one time my picture was so bad I COULD NOT HANDLE IT like literally could not tolerate it it was that bad i actually went in for like picture retakes bc usually like i don't care that much BUT THAT ONE WAS SO BAD 💀

AND OMG YES LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY so i've talked about this play a lot on here i think!! it was the one where my director got really mad and yelled at people backstage and the asm back there put his headset mic down so we could be nosy and listen in LMAO (while we were all hiding in the booth and then got jumpscared when his bald whiny head appeared outside the window) etc. it was that show!!! so also what happened was that bc i'm a little catwalk monkey lights kid freak i was always up there or asked to go up there to help with things!! and sometimes i have to do not osha safe things like climb on the batons!! (allow me to find a picture for reference)

OKAY I ALMOST COULDN'T FIND A PIC BUT THEN I FOUND EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR (i'm going to guess my school is just especially unsafe LMAO like when our theatre was constructed it was NOT done right we have so many violations and like not all of our channels work...some of them are double channeled...etc SORRY THIS IS ME RANTING DW ABOUT FOLLOWING ALONG)

OKAY SO ANYWAY IF U SEE HOW LIKE THESE "BATONS" ARE JUST THESE METAL RODS LITERALLY JUST SECURED BY CHAINS??? WE HAD A BUNCH OF THESE ON OUR CATWALKS (so not all of them had these curtains on them!!) and sometimes we'd have to hang lights on ones that were far out (like not easily accesible) so what i would have to do is climb over the railing of our catwalks and step onto these little tiny poles and basically sit on two of them (yes there was a lot of space between these batons. that's why it was not safe and not a job we trusted a lot of people to do. yes my director forced me to try and wear a harness my last year of hs [after an entire year of not wearing a harness doing this stuff] and no he did not succeed or actually care that much [so i basically never wore a harness risking my life LMAO]) BUT ANYWAY so basically during this show i needed to go out onto these batons to hang a light!! but i was just thinking about where i wanted to put the light and everything and i needed to hold my phone!! so instead of putting it in my pockets or on the floor like a normal person i held it in my mouth!! which i had done multiple times but apparently this time i bit it a bit too hard and so the screen broke and would no longer register touch!! a wonderful time honestly!!! and so then i had go back to my super ancient phone bc i didn't feel like trying to get the screen fixed and didn't even know if it was worth it but that phone was always on its last life and started giving out this summer so then i finally got it repaired yay!!! (AND ALSO FOR REFERENCE old phones were built different yk. like my old phone, the show right after this play where i bit and broke this other phone yk, i accidentally dropped this old phone from the catwalks bc my hands were really shaky one day and it SURVIVED LMAO)

tw for blood ofc!! so about my finger!! so also during this show!! in the catwalks we hung up a little curtain that reached like halfway to the ground or so so that we could project cute little patterns onto the curtain (this was a horror show btw. very cutesy. very demure.) but after we did the show, i was sent up there to take the curtain down, well that curtain had been a BEAST to hang in the first place like it had taken i think two separate groups over the course of two weeks to get that thing secure so like there was wire wrapped around one of the catwalk bars a thousand times PLUS there was tape all around all that wire so i'm like tearing through this all trying to get the wire undone but then it cut me!! :( so my thumb started bleeding and so one of my kids kept a blood covered wire (my blood ofc) as a souvenir and i left my bloody thumbprint on that bar :)) and then i think we literally just put like spike tape around my cut it was a crazy day but that happens often!! i remember moving a bed once and then i was like "EW WHY IS THE BED WET" but it was actually bc my finger!! was once again bleeding 😭 I HAVE TONS OF CRAZY STORIES ASK ME ANYTIME ABOUT THEM!!

AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY SAV!! MAKE SURE YOU TAKE YOUR MEDS AND EAT PROPERLY AND DRINK ENOUGH WATER ILYSM!!!! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR I'LL HAVE TO POP OUT OF YOUR SCREEN AND DO IT FOR YOU!!

[despapillon]

stupid how you managed to make a dick joke out of innocent shot. and hosegate oh no that is awful. Byler is not going to be in relationship. what show have you been watching certainly not Stranger Things more like Gayer Things. Duffer have had an emotional love declaration by Mike and you believe Byler? that is sad. it may not be romantic but to Duffers it is. same men that wrote in Steve talking about his breeding kink to Nancy and framed it as romantic. just because something is the better choice in your eyes does not mean that will happen. after events of show i can only see Mike and El get married. Duffers try to convince he is straight and they intend him to be but Mike reads as deep in closet. fans dw Will is going to get over Mike and find a bf that is give him happiness he deserves. but Mike? Mike will forever be in loveless marriage and he is never ever going to get over Will. in his thirties and beyond that he is going to suffer and not stop thinking about how everything would be different if he accepted his sexuality and chose Will not El. he is going to hate himself for making such a mistake

listennnnnnnnnn. ppl were talking about hosegate so i just made a reference to the rolled up painting shot. i wasnt the one that noticed it first. i only knew it was a thing because of Bylers discussing it. i had the pic saved, as i was preparing a post that i scrapped that was about Will and the allegations he had, including fake stuff spread around that S3 Will would have a p*rn magazine and the speculations that Will is going to sleep around with random men in S4 and my thoughts on this plus the sexualization dramas like Byler sex in the show, Byler kiss not being chaste, writing Byler smut, Mike supposedly checking Will out, hosegate and other phallic imagery. i decided against that and now i think that was a good choice because it would drive some wild.

i never truly meant the rolled up painting thing was intentional i was simply saying what was a regular shot became dirty to me thanks to Bylers influence. i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend anyone. i still find it funny but i feel bad for making that post. i guess i should have kept it to myself. i had no idea it would come off this inappropiate. though the characters are only 15 (i think) so that is on me for not caring how uncomfortable it could make others.

now onto the rest of your ask. i don’t know if Byler is going to be together. i don’t. i ship it because i like it. when we get the next season we will see. i willingly choose to spend my time on discussing Byler knowing i’m not really that confident in it. nobody is forcing me to do this. i know we may get queerbaited. but i don’t care.

there is that section of Bylers that got utterly destroyed by vol 2 and either converted to M!leven and now mock us for still shipping Byler (there must be a name for that phenomenon because how) or are bitter and lashing out at Duffers because they lost their faith and now Byler bad. i assume you are the second. i hope you are proven wrong because you seem heated about the topic. to the point you sent me an ask about it.

Duffers did make a lot of writing mistakes and choices i disagree with. whether Byler happens or not i do plan on discussing what i had a problem with after watching s5 because i need to see how they will handle the characters’ arcs to make a post as there could be surprises awaiting us. and talk about how i’d handle certain plotlines as a person that can’t write anything coherent.

keep in mind that Montauk, the original ST, drew inspo from It, and if there was a potential season 2 to Montauk, they wanted to straight up go the It route by having the characters grown up and some leave the town then come back when it all gets fucked up again and join forces for the second time.. they do also mention It, and Stephen King as inspiration. you can see it in the current series too. Willelmike is literally a ripoff of the love triangle between Ben, Bev and Bill. Ben’s poem and Will’s painting.. it’s so blatant. and those that watched the movies know how said love triangle ends.

Gayer Things is a great series that i suggest you need to have more faith in.

[respitelocklyre]

My first two days of school have been soooo wild like i almost died twice and three of my classmates DID die (one of them twice!!!) (they came back dw) but, like, is college supposed to be like this???

Anyways i got this cool work-study at the school cafe (i look supes cute in the little barista aprons! plus i got to take home some of the sweets after my shift!!), but on our very first day some janitor kept saying he was our boss?? idk tbh 😒 The cafe was a mess so we had to, like, clean the whole place and some coffee ghosts attacked us. My hair was a NIGHTMARE before the place even opened, but you know ya girl had extra hair ties and can work hair magic in a pinch, so it was totally fine.

Some of my coworkers r definitely cooler than others, but whatevs. It was nice to finally meet new people (well...mostly new) after going to school with the same, like, 100 people for the past 18 years of my life uuggghhhh This school is pretty cool overall- they even got THE Danny Breeze (and the boys!) to come play on campus and had a new student raffle for 6 VIP tickets!! Which i won ofc bc i'm the obvious choice 🎉

I ended up inviting my new coworkers bc it felt like a good way to bond with them, and also i haven't even had my first day of classes yet so idk who else i wouldve gone with. DEF not my roommate. There were like some ppl I probs wouldn't have invited but like idk it just felt rude to invite everyone BUT them so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

But like the concert ended up being way crazier than i couldve imagined! The manager came to us practically begging on her knees for my help because she lost track of THE ENTIRE BAND. idk if i'm allowed to go suuuper into detail about it, but basically the band got kidnapped by some nasty industry folks who were trying to CLONE them! It felt like one of those scifi movies that Vol always makes me watch. We had to FIGHT the evil clones too! I almost died again! On my S E C O N D day at Strixhaven!! That's me at 2 near-deaths, Lulu and Muk at 1 full KO each, and Mettie at TWO. I cannot stress enough that orientation isn't even until TOMORROW.

I got like rlly angry at one of the clones, too. It ruined my vintage shirt from depop so i yelled at it, and then when it died i kinda like? Absorbed some of its life energy? I don't know, maybe i was just really relieved we weren't in danger any more, but i swear some of the nerve damage from the electrocution healed up. idk what that was all about.

Doesnt matter tho cuz we ended up being able to party on stage with the band once we saved them all (yeah, if you see videos of the concert from last night, you can totally see me on stage!! 🎤🌸) AND we got to go to the exclusive after-party. I can't talk about everything that happened, but let's just say i ended up with Coale's shirt to take home 😘 I have a TON of pics to share later!! You guys should seriously follow my insta or dinkdonk, i had soooo many lives and videos to post!! I'll keep posting life updates here but fr im wayyy more active over there. ttyl bestiesss

[clairoscharm]

— longing for you | f.h

pairing : five hargreeves x wife!reader

warnings : spoiler for season 4 ep 5, five n lila (platonic dw), a bit of angst ?, kissing, use of YN, mentions of reader fighting w the CIA,

credits : pics from Pinterest, @rookthornesartistry & @cafekitsune

dayana's talk : this has 4.2k words and i hope you have the patience to read it till the plot is there lol (i cant write short n straightforward so bear w me and the plot probably short lmfao)

DAILY CLICK

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

EDUCATE YOURSELF

The sense of feeling lost, giving up, and no way out.

This is what both Five and Lila felt at the moment. The two of them are trying so hard to get back to their supposed timeline, their family, their loved ones, and their home.

It may have been a few hours for you but for Five? It's been way longer than that.

It has been six years and he started to lose hope of returning home to you. But that is unlikely like Five, he is not giving up.

Not now and most certainly not ever.

He has been in an apocalypse for more than 40 years, and not once, has he given up trying to return to his family. Thus, being stuck in the subway with Lila for 6 years is not something that would make him stop trying to find his way back to you.

Five and Lila were walking back to the subway after hunting and searching for food and essentials. As they walked down the tracks, the only sound was their footsteps echoing through the silent subway tunnel.

"Can I ask you something personal?" Lila asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Five raised an eyebrow, "What is it?" carrying the dead rats that he had killed to eat for survival.

Lila hesitated for a moment, "Have you ever thought that we might not be able to find our way back home?" Five didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed straight ahead. "No," he said finally, "I refuse to believe that we're stuck here forever”.

Lila nodded, understanding his determination. "But what if we are? What if we're stuck here and we'll never see our families again?".

Five stopped walking and turned to her, he let out a heavy sigh, his voice tight as he responded to her, "We'll find a way. We have to".

Five's decisiveness was evident from the resolute tone of his voice.

Despite being stuck in this strange and hostile environment for 6 years, he wasn't willing to accept permanent exile. He glanced at Lila as they continued walking, his eyes reflecting a steely resolve.

As the two of them made it to the subway, Five tried to light up the fire while Lila peeled an orange she had found earlier for herself.

When he finally did it, the flames danced and flickered, casting a warm glow. Five and Lila sat around the crackling fire; feeling the heat of the fire on their face. The warmth from the flames helped to ward off the chill of the subway tunnel.

Five leaned his head back against the cold, grimy subway wall and let out a heavy sigh, "I can't stand another day in this hellhole," he muttered, his gaze fixated on the fire.

Lila looked up from the fire pit cooking the rat they had caught earlier. "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to like the taste of subway rats," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Five shot her a glare, "You think this is funny? We've been stuck here for six years, living like animals, eating these damn rats every day, and you're acting like it's some kind of joke?".

Lila rolled her eyes, "Oh lighten up, Five" she said sarcastically, "I'm just trying to bring some humour to this shitty situation".

Lila's sarcastic remark only fueled Five's anger.

"Yeah, right. It's all fun and games until we're both dead, aren't we?".

Lila let out a humorless laugh, "You need to relax, Five. You're too tense".

"Relax? You want me to relax?" Five snapped, turning his body closer to Lila, "We're stranded in an apocalyptic wasteland subway, surviving on damn rats and other shits all because of your stupid idea, and you want me to relax?".

"Don't you think we deserve a break? At least for a while" suggested Lila.

"Oh, yeah? And missed the opportunity of finding a way back home?" he scoffed.

Five know that Lila is right, they need to take a moment to catch their breath and recharge. They're no good to each other if they are exhausted and on edge all the time.

"You know, you're being a real bitch" she admitted.

"I too, have a family back there. I have three kids! You act like I'm not trying my best to get us out of here!" Lila crossed her arms.

"I tried but nothing fucking works, Five!" Lila added harshly.

Five scoffed, "Oh, you're trying? Could've fooled me".

Lila felt her patience wearing thin, "What do you want me to do, huh? Wave a magic wand and teleport us back home?".

"Yeah, that'd be nice, wouldn't it? But unfortunately, we don't have a goddamn magic wand!" Five rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You think I don't know that?" Lila retorted, her voice rising with frustration.

The change in the atmosphere felt uncomfortable.

It was awkward.

It was unbearable.

"You know what? Screw this. I'm going to look around to see if I can find anything that can help us get back home" Five snapped at the thought of you.

He stood up and began to make his way down the tracks, leaving Lila alone by the fire pit.

Lila sits back down by the fire pit, turning the rat meat like a BBQ, her thoughts on Five, and their dire situation. She watches him disappear into the darkness of the tunnel.

As Five walked along the tracks, the only sound was his footsteps echoing through the silent subway tunnel. His mind wandered, thinking about you, reminiscing about memories of you.

Oh, how he missed you dearly.

The saddest thing is that Five is slowly forgetting about you.

The way your smile could light up a room, the sweet taste of your lips when he kissed, and the sound of your laughter that he once loved so much.

Another memory that haunted him was the warmth of your touch.

Whenever you touched him, whether it was a simple brush of your fingertips on his skin or a tight embrace, he felt a warmth that spread throughout his body.

It was a unique feeling only you could give him, a sense of comfort and security.

He longed to feel that warmth once more, to have your arms around him and your breath against his skin.

Five wandered aimlessly, seeking a peaceful place to be alone. He found a small space, hidden between two piles of rubble, and sat down on the ground.

He glanced around, his eyes landing on an old, worn-out book lying nearby. He picked it up and dusted it off. It looked like a journal.

The journal was plain black, without any patterns or designs on its cover. Upon closer observation, Five could see that it was quite old, and its corners were starting to wear and tear.

The journal was made leather-like, its cover smooth to the touch as he ran his fingers over it.

Curiosity piqued, he opened the book and started reading through the pages with the flashlight that he had carried in his pocket.

As he flipped through the pages of the journal, his eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what he was reading. The journal contained notes and calculations — detailed notes on time travel and equations that could possibly help to return them home.

"This is my handwriting," said Five as he observed the handwriting in the journal.

He got to tell Lila about this.

And so, the old man walked back to where he had left Lila with the journal in his hand.

"Lila!" Five shouted in the distance.

Lila's head perked up and looked at him in confusion, "Yeah?" she yelled back.

Acting as if everything is fine, forgetting about the bickering a few moments ago.

Five jogged towards Lila, the journal clutched tightly in his hand. "I found something," he said as he reached her. He held up the journal to show her.

"What's that?" Lila asked, eyeing the journal in Five's hand with a perplexed expression.

"It's a journal, filled with notes and equations about time travel," he explained, "and get this, the handwriting is mine".

Lila raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear in her eyes. "You mean, you wrote all of this?" she asked, gesturing to the journal.

Five nodded, "Yeah, it seems like it. I don't remember writing it, but the handwriting is mine".

"My theory is that this book belongs to another version of me" Five added.

Lila took the journal from him and flipped through the pages, skimming through the equations and notes. "And these equations, are they for real?" she questioned.

"There's only one way to find out" Five looked at her, hinting that they should try.

Lila glanced up at him and nodded slowly, the skepticism replaced by a hint of hope. "Alright, let's give it a shot".

Five took the journal back from her and studied the equations closely.

"But, Five, are we seriously going back home looking like this?" Lila gives him a look.

Five looked up from the journal, meeting Lila's gaze. She was right; they looked like they had been through the wringer.

"You're right," Five agreed, "We can't go back home looking like this".

He thought for a moment, running a hand through his messy hair.

"How about we take a shower and take a nap as well at the greenhouse that we found days ago?" suggested Five.

Lila nodded in agreement, they made their way to the greenhouse, by going with the timeline train. It was a simple structure, overgrown with vines and with only a few plants still growing inside.

They looked around, looking for any dangers but when there were none. They decided to go inside the greenhouse and do what they needed to do.

"I'll take the shower first!" Lila announced, already heading towards the small bathroom area.

"Sure, go ahead," Five said, sitting down on a sofa.

Lila disappeared into the bathroom area in the corner. A moment later, Five heard the sound of running water.

He took the journal again, studying the equations once more. He was filled to the brim with excitement and nervousness, his heart racing at the thought of finally going home.

Back to you.

A sense of anticipation mingled with a hint of nostalgia washed over Five, as he continued to stare at the time equations that he had somehow scribbled down. The thought of seeing you again was both reassuring and nerve-wracking.

He missed you so much. He longed for you.

On the other timeline, you are already at Diego's house along with Luther after the three of you got attacked by the C.I.A. Surprisingly, the three of you worked together as a team, pretty well.

Sure, there are a few cuts on your face but other than that? You felt amazing, felt alive.

You were helping Lila's mom make a salad bowl and set up the table until she left you alone with your thoughts. Your mind lingers to the thoughts of your husband.

You were wondering about him.

What is he doing right now? Where could he be at this moment? Is he safe? Is he alone? — those questions all bombarded your mind at once.

Your body starts to tense when you overthink a few dangerous situations that could happen to him right now, but you know he can handle it. It's just the wife's instinct.

Diego saw you tensing and so he went up to you, asking if you were okay to which you lied to him, "Yes" you answered.

Diego gave you a skeptical look, seeing right through your lie. He knew you too well to believe the response.

"Come on, YN," he said quietly, "You don't have to pretend everything is fine. I know you're worried".

"I am too, of everything" he softly said, now it's your turn to look at him in a haze.

"What do you mean?" you questioned him as you put down the clean plate on the table.

"I don't know if Five has told you this, cause I assumed you two would talk about other people to each other," you smiled at the thought of that, "But, recently I've been overthinking a lot and I have this weird feeling that Lila might cheat on me or betray me".

You listened intently as Diego shared his concerns about Lila potentially cheating on him. It was unusual to see him opening up like this, but you appreciated the vulnerability.

After he finished, you nodded thoughtfully, considering his situation. "Well, have you tried talking to Lila about it?" you asked gently.

Unlike his brother Five, who told him to shove his feelings down his body and seal them with concrete, you advised him to talk about it with Lila.

You need to communicate in a relationship, otherwise, how would it work?

You thought as Five hadn't replied to any of your messages. It didn't even come through and you decided to drop it and focus on the mission.

Diego took your words into account, mulling over your advice to communicate rather than suppress his feelings. He realized that you were right; keeping things bottled up wouldn't solve anything and it would only eat you alive.

"Yeah," he agreed, "Maybe I should talk to Lila about it. It's just... scary, you know? Opening up about my insecurities and fears".

You gave him a sympathetic smile, understanding his fear of being vulnerable. "I get it. It's never easy to put your feelings out there, especially when you fear rejection or hurt".

You gave him a reassuring, "But remember, honesty is the foundation of any strong relationship. Lila deserves to know how you're feeling, and maybe she can help reassure you that your fears are unfounded".

Soon, the doorbell rang and Diego excused himself to open the door and you followed behind him, wondering who would it be.

Diego repeatedly said to remove their shoes before stepping into the house, which made you chuckle.

As you hugged Claire and felt the comforting touches on your back from Allison and Klaus, your thoughts once again turned to Five.

This warm and welcoming environment at Lila's house felt almost like home, but the feeling was incomplete without him.

Because wherever Five is, that's where you call home.

A few minutes passed and the incomplete Hargreeves soon got hungrier and the group started munching on the appetizers provided, everyone was clearly hungry after the recent events.

You couldn't help but notice that Five and Lila were still not back yet, and a tinge of worry started to creep in, wondering what was taking them so long.

As you excused yourself to the kitchen, you tried to calm your worries by isolating yourself from the others. Standing at the sink, you let the cold water from the faucet run over your hands. It was a small attempt to ground yourself and find a moment of respite from the chaotic thoughts swirling in your mind.

The coolness of the water was like a temporary distraction, the chill against your skin helping to focus your attention on something other than the worry and uncertainty.

What you didn't know was that, when you were in the kitchen, both Lila and Five successfully came back to this supposed timeline, to another apocalypse, to you.

Five looked at Lila and she looked back at him, both of them were nervous to see their family again after almost seven years away from them. "You ready?" questioned Five as Lila just gave him a firm nod.

They both knocked on the door and waited for Diego to open the door, waiting for them to be welcomed into the warmth of the house.

When Diego opened the door and saw Lila, he quickly pulled Lila into a tight hug. He then whispered how much he missed her and Lila just smiled at him.

Five impatience was evident as he muttered, "Move, lovebirds" as he hastily took off his shoes and stepped into the house. His green eyes scan the living room for any sign of you but all he can see is his siblings eating while talking to one another.

Seeing his siblings talking and eating in the living room, his worry grew as he realized you were nowhere in sight. Without wasting a beat, he asked bluntly, "Where's YN?".

The room went silent, all eyes turning to him. Diego, still holding Lila by her waist, replied, "She's in the kitchen, man. Wanted to take a breather".

Five's mind began to race with worry and curiosity as he processed the information. He rushed to the kitchen and found you drying your wet hands with the tissues.

As you were drying your hands, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You turned around and your eyes met Five's, who was walking into the kitchen with a mix of worry and relief on his face.

He didn't say anything at first, his bitter green eyes just staring at you, taking in the sight of you after seven years.

Five's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he breathed in your familiar scent. It was as if he needed the physical assurance to confirm that this was real, that you were really here with him.

With a soft, almost trembling whisper, he muttered a simple, "Hey”.

The low, raw tone of his voice betrayed the tangle of emotions within, a mixture of deep and heartfelt relief. His arms encircled her tightly, holding onto her in a grip that seemed both protective and desperately needy as if to ensure she wouldn't slip through his fingers again.

He cupped your face gently and made you look into his eyes. Five's usually composed demeanor transformed into one of thinly veiled anger as he examined your face and when he noticed those little cuts.

His hands which were tenderly holding your face moments ago, now gripped your chin possessively. He spoke through gritted teeth, "Who did this to you?" his voice filled with barely contained fury.

You kept quiet, not wanting him to know cause you knew he would go riot if he knew that his co-workers did this to his lovely wife.

That was until Luther, not sensing the tension, decided to step in and tell the truth.

"It was the C.I.A.," he said bluntly, not one for sugarcoating.

As soon as the words left Luther's mouth, Five's grip on your face tightened, his jaw tensing up. A flicker of anger flashed across his eyes, his expression hardening.

As the anger faded from his eyes, you noticed the undercurrent of sadness and disappointment. You knew him well enough to understand that he was silently blaming himself for your predicament and that he couldn't protect you.

Seeing the remorse and self-doubt in his expression, you spoke gently, your voice filled with soothing assurance. "It's alright," you repeated, trying to ease the guilt he carried within him.

At this point the rest of the group is in the kitchen and watched quietly, the silence in the room punctuated only by the sound of your soft voice.

As Luther interjected, his voice filled with admiration, he spoke about how you had handled yourself during the fight with the C.I.A.

"She was badass, man," he chimed in, unable to contain his excitement.

“You should've seen it, Five. She held her own against them all".

Five chuckled softly, his expression turning amused.

"I already know how badass she is," he replied, his voice filled with admiration and conviction. "No need to convince me".

He gently touched your face, his fingers tracing along the cut on your cheek, a tender gesture in contrast to the previous anger and worry he had shown.

With a pang of concern, he noticed a few cuts still in need of proper cleaning. Five intertwined his fingers with yours, the warmth of your hand contrasting with his cool touch — a sensation you had come to cherish.

With a gentle tone, he turned to Diego and inquired about the whereabouts of the emergency kit and bathroom, then led you to the bathroom, determined to clean your cuts.

When you reached the bathroom, he rummaged through the emergency kit to find antiseptic wipes, gauze, and medical tape. His touch was soft and careful as he cleaned each cut on your face, his focus solely on you and ensuring your cuts were properly tended to.

You were sitting on top of the sink as Five was standing in between your thighs.

The silence between you was heavy with unspoken emotions, a mixture of worry, relief, and love.

You suddenly spoke quietly, "I was so scared, Five. Thought you had lost your way".

You were scared that he was gone, again, just like when he was a teenager.

You were scared that he was stuck in another apocalypse, alone and with no one to rely on, again.

You were scared for him.

Five paused his gentle ministrations at your words, his gaze fixed on your face. He knew your fear all too well, having experienced it himself.

He set aside the antiseptic wipes and took your hands in his own. His voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke.

"I'm here, YN. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere," he reassured you, his eyes locked on yours. "I may be stubborn and reckless, but I'd fight tooth and nail to get back to you. Always”.

"Where were you? I tried to text and call you but you didn't answer," you asked him, remembering when the line couldn't go through to his line.

Five's eyes became dulled at your question, and his grip on your hands loosened slightly. He looked you directly in the eyes, pain crossing his features.

"I was… I was stuck in a subway when you tried to reach me. Not an ordinary subway... I called it 'Timeline Train'," he admitted, his voice filled with pain.

"It somehow connects to different alternate realities, different timelines" Five continued, his voice now tinged with a hint of incredulity.

He paused, his mind racing with the memories of his journey.

"I couldn't control it, didn't know where I'd end up. But I was always searching for a way back to you".

"I tried everything," Five said fervently, his voice filled with desperation. "I used my calculations, studied the equations, anything to find a way back to our timeline, our world, to you".

He gripped your hands closer as if he was afraid you'd disappear in front of him. "I never stopped trying, and here I am, finally back with you".

You took a shaky breath and asked, "How long were you gone?" your voice quivered, the thought of his absence still too painful.

He met your eyes steadily, his gaze unwavering, "Almost seven years," he replied truthfully.

The realization hit you - his words explained the drastic transformation in Lila's hair since the morning. Seven years... how could so much time have flown by without him?

"I'm glad you're here Five" you confessed.

You missed his touch, his voice, his presence.

Five's rigid composure softened at your words, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Tell me about everything that happened while you were away," your thumb gently caressed his hand, a small gesture of reassurance.

You whispered, "All of it".

Five sighed, his eyes closing briefly at the soothing touch of your thumb on his hand. He took a moment before speaking, gathering his thoughts.

"It was… chaotic," he began. "Each timeline I landed in, was a unique nightmare. I saw worlds where we were enemies, where we never met, worlds without you. And I couldn't bear them".

"The worst part was the loneliness. The loneliness and not having you by my side" Five added.

He took a deep breath, "But the thought of you, the hope of seeing you again. That's what kept me going. The idea that I could get back to you was the only thing that made that hell bearable".

You pulled Five into an intimate embrace, resting his chin on your shoulder, comforting yet also reassuring him with sweet nothings, "You're here now, you're here with me and everything will be fine," you whispered in his ear.

As you continued to murmur sweet nothings, he gently held your face in his hands, the two of your eyes locked in a connection filled with unspoken love. With a tender but firm grip, he drew you closer, your lips meeting in a soft, yet ardent kiss.

As your lips molded together, you were lost in the moment, caught up in the heat of both of your shared affection. Five's hands moved slowly down your jawline, his touch gentle but firm, as if he never wanted to let you go. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as if seeking more of his warmth and presence.

The kiss was passionate, your lips moving together in a dance that held a mixture of both vulnerability and desire. With each soft and gentle press of your lips, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this one, affectionate moment. Each breath drawn was a gasp of love, each touch a silent confession.

Unbeknownst to the lovebirds, Five's siblings eavesdropped from the other side of the bathroom door, and when Luther and Klaus let out an affectionate "aww", both you and Five broke apart from the kiss and froze, then broke into simultaneous laughter of disbelief.

"How long did you little shits have been standing out there!" Five yelled out while giving the most loving look in his eyes with a shit grin on his face to you.

Five's siblings, Luther and Klaus, suddenly jumped from their listening spots, caught red-handed eavesdropping on the tender moment between you and Five.

"Not long, really," Allison sheepishly admitted, snickering.

Diego joined in, "Just long enough to witness the most disgustingly cute moment of your lives".

With a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, Five yelled out, "How much did you hear, you assholes?".

"Aww, come on, we were rooting for you!" Klaus's voice boomed from the other side of the door as if the two of you weren't a married couple.

Luther added, "Yeah, that was some serious rom-com material right there".

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head at your husband's siblings' antics. Five, on the other hand, tried to maintain his usual stern demeanor, but the loving smile on his face betrayed his feelings.

"Can't have one private moment in this family, can we?" he grumbled, rolling his eyes comically.

[euphorajeon]

yeah i know (you'll always stay) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers

— word count: 4.3k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk, too much use of the pet name 'baby', kissing, making out, markings (hickeys), fondling, nipple play, heavy petting, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex, implied penetrative sex, gguk gets a bit mean in the middle :c (dw it's only in the heat of the moment), all this happens in a public gym though no one is inside other than jk and oc

— summary: a boxing lesson with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when he decides he's had enough of your blabbering mouth.

— author's note: the summary is highkey meh and it's not a social media au pls dont be fooled by the pic.. hehehe. also it's my first time writing explicit smut so pls be gentle with me asdkdjksjd with that said i hope you enjoy! :)

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Jeon Jeongguk is annoying.

It’s the first time you’re back in the boxing gym he frequents after months vacating it, never setting foot inside the place in the time you were separated with your boyfriend. There have been many occasions where he encouraged you to come on your own and meet with his trainer — who is familiar with you too by now — but you never did. Something about feeling like you don’t belong there plays a big factor on why. The boxing gym is his setting, not yours.

Apparently Jeongguk thought your reasoning does not make any sense at all, taking your words too literally by saying the boxing gym is a public setting and anyone can train there as long as they pay for it. You had spent the whole drive to the gym bickering about this, both you and Jeongguk too stubborn to back down. When you reached the gym, he took the final words by pointing out that there are a few people inside the building, proving that it is a public setting. You had rolled your eyes as you took a seat in your usual corner, still ogling your boyfriend as he works out despite his being annoying earlier.

You think he’s done being annoying, but here he is doing exactly that by asking you to get off your seat and put on a pair of boxing gloves.

“You’re kidding, right?” You give him the stink eye as he gulps down water from his huge water bottle, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’re too busy staring at his post-workout state that you almost miss him shaking his head no at your question.

“But you just finished!” you blurt out.

He lifts an eyebrow (the one which used to be pierced, thank God it’s gone now), confused by the lack of relevance. “So?”

It’s irritating how he doesn’t see the connection and how he looks so unbothered about all of this. Even more so when he continues lifting his water bottle to his lips, now taking slow sips as he gives you a challenging stare, silently asking you to elaborate. You hate that you’re feeling a bit hot just from his stare alone.

Still, you try to maintain your annoyed expression, refusing to give in. “You’re done which means I’m gonna be doing this by myself which means I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of these people and I don’t want to do that,” you say in one breath. “So, no, I’m not going to put on the gloves, Jeongguk.”

“Who said you’re doing it alone?” Jeongguk smirks, reaching inside his duffel bag to pull out a set of clothes which he thrusts into your hands. “I’ll be your training partner. Go get changed.”

You open your mouth to voice out an objection, but he beats you before you can get anything out. “Go or I’ll do it for you right here.” The firm tone he uses means he’s serious, so you make your way towards the changing room with a huff. It’s not fair how easy he makes you do something, even when you try your hardest to refuse.

You come back from the changing room to an almost empty space, your boyfriend being the only other person in the room. He’s gotten rid of his boxing gloves, replacing them with the pads that are usually on his trainer’s hands. He’s also put on the protective head gear which hides most of his face, highlighting his big doe eyes behind it. But that’s not what you are focused on.

“Why the fuck are you sleeveless now?”

Your question gets answered with yet another smirk, this time with a shrug that’s too suspicious to not mean anything. “It’s hot, why else would I be sleeveless?” He then gestures to the boxing gloves, signalling for you to put them on. “Come on, I only booked an hour of private session. Can’t afford to waste any more time.”

You grab the boxing gloves in your hand, but before putting them on, you smack your boyfriend in the chest with it first. “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you hiss as he laughs, both of you knowing exactly why he chose to go sleeveless just now.

“You love it,” he says with a grin.

After that he starts protesting about the time again, urging you to put on the gloves so you can start already. It’s actually endearing how he booked a private session for you two so you don’t have to be self-conscious about your lack of skills in boxing in front of other people, but the way he keeps talking about it sours it a little bit. You know it’s because he doesn’t want to waste the money he has invested for the time, but still.

As it turns out, he was right to hurry you into starting, because you’re not good at any sports and so you learn really slow about it. You’ve lost count of how many times Jeongguk has to correct your posture and the way you punch, as well as taking your ill-powered jabs and missed hits. You’ve apologized probably a hundred times at this point.

“It’s fine,” he exhales, tired from holding his posture more rather than taking your hits, “at least now I can take this thing off, no way you’re gonna bonk my head when you can’t even hit the pads on my hands.” He’s talking about the head gear, which he takes off after he did so of the pads on his hands. “Go take five, babe. You still did great for a first-timer.”

You release a huge breath, not realizing that you’ve been holding it while you were exercising. You didn’t even do much yet you’re already sweating buckets, and it feels like no air is enough as you continue to inhale as much oxygen as you can into your lungs. It’s a wonder how Jeongguk can do this on an almost daily basis, with more power and accuracy than you just did. Your boyfriend might just be superhuman or something.

“How are you not — out of breath — like I am?” you pant, water bottle in hand. You can’t even take a sip because you’re breathing too hard. “Oh, wait. It’s probably — the sports bra you packed. Haven’t worn it since — high school.. yeah.. probably it.”

Jeongguk stares at your heaving chest as you continue struggle breathing, though you eventually manage to take a gulp of your water. His eyes don’t leave your figure even when you’ve stopped panting, making you raise an eyebrow in question. “What?”

He shrugs. “Maybe take it off if it’s making you hard to breathe?”

You scoff. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you.”

“I’ll take off my shirt in return.”

“HA! Nice try, Jeon.” You shake your head at him in disapproval. “Let’s continue so it can be over sooner.” You move to put the gloves back on but Jeongguk stops you, reaching for the gloves himself instead.

“Before we proceed, let me show you the correct technique first,” he says, walking over to the punching bag that you haven’t had the chance to use yet. He gives it a few jabs, jumps in place three times, then punches some more with increased speed. You don’t pay attention to his posture or punching techniques at all, instead choosing to stare at his flexing muscles that he chose to expose up to his shoulders today. You’re kind of grateful that the side that faces you is his tattoo-less arm, because if it had been his tattooed one, you’re not sure you can hold yourself from jumping him right then and there.

“Babe, come here and see how I punch so you can hit the pads correctly later,” he beckons you over, already getting into position to start punching again. You walk closer with your arms crossed in front of your chest, making sure to push it up a bit since Jeongguk made a comment about it earlier. He’s been distracting you with his arms for the past half hour, it’s only fair for you to try to do the same.

“Oh, you’re done showing off, I see,” you say in mock surprise. “We all know you’re just trying to get me to stare at your muscles. Honestly I don’t know why you’re still doing that, it’s obvious that I always stare and it doesn’t really affect me like that anymore.”

Jeongguk breaks his boxing stance, standing to his full height. His eyes glance at your pushed up chest for a second, making him let out a half chuckle half scoff. Then he takes off the boxing gloves while making eye contact with you, which you hold firmly because two can play at this game. He throws the gloves to the ground harshly.

“Let’s see if it really ‘doesn’t affect you like that anymore’.”

His takes the hem of his shirt in his hands, pulling it off his body in one quick move. The piece of garment suffers the same fate as his boxing gloves: thrown carelessly to the ground. You don’t break eye contact with him even as he reaches for the gloves again, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He doesn’t back down either, putting the gloves back on without taking his eyes off yours. You almost lost it because holy shit how can someone put on boxing gloves without even looking at it??

When the gloves are secured properly on his hands, he says: “Now let me show you what showing off is.”

Jeongguk then goes back to the punching bag, taking a stance in front of it once again before he starts punching, hard. Now that his upper body is void of any clothings, your eyes roam freely across his body, from his bulging bicep to the taut muscles of his back. From his shoulderblades, you go down his back until you reach his tiny waist. It’s the one thing that will always fascinate you about Jeongguk, how his wide shoulders come down to a waist that slim it’s almost unreal. Oh, he would look so good in a crop top.

As he continues his rapid fire at the punching bag, you can’t help but wonder about his front side, so you make your way around until you’re on his right side. His tattooed side. His inked arm looks even better when it’s flexing like this, and the newly-added colors seem to be dancing following the rhythm of his punches. Aside from his tattoos, you can also see the front of his torso from this side, his sweaty heaving chest the next destination your eyes land on. Then they come down to his taut abs, the firm lines forming an eight-pack instead of a six-pack like most people have. The way his whole body is taut from the sheer power of his punches makes you feel things that you have to hold yourself from tackling him down to kiss him senseless.

Jeongguk delivers one last punch to the punching bag with a resounding smack, making you break focus from your activities tracing your boyfriend’s muscles with your eyes. Breathing heavily, he catches your eyes and seems to just notice your change in position. His stare is still piercing, and the sound that comes out of his mouth when he says his next words almost sounds like a growl.

“One last thing.”

You thought he’s going to jab the punching bag for one last time, but he lifts a leg instead, giving a very hard kick to the poor thing. The power of his kick sends the bag and the frame shifting, it tears your gaze away from the way his thigh muscles flex. You can feel yourself getting damp down there as he approaches you while taking off the gloves before he chucks them at you almost angrily.

“Your turn,” he spits out harshly, eyes burning into yours. His harsh tone triggers you to feel as angry as he sounds, prompting you to shout your response at him: “Fine!”

Feeling a burst of courage along with your anger, you take the hem of your t-shirt and pull it off your body exactly like your boyfriend did earlier. It leaves you in the sports bra you haven’t worn since high school which has been restricting your breathing a bit, but you must admit it makes your boobs look good. No wonder Jeongguk can’t take his eyes off you now, even more so when you bend down to retrieve the boxing gloves he threw at you.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say through gritted teeth as you pull on the left glove. “So fucking irritating,” you continue pulling on the right one. “And so fucking infuriating.” You finish putting on the gloves, ready to punch anything now.

Instead of the punching bag, you go for Jeongguk’s chest. He looks a bit shocked at that, but remains composed as you continue hitting his chest while talking. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here.” Another jab.

“I already said I always stare at you.” Punch.

“I already admitted how much I like your muscles.” A jab at his abs.

“How much I like your tattoos.” A shove at his tattooed shoulder.

“How much I love your body.” Another punch at his abs.

“What else, huh? Do you want me on my knees for you?” A shove at his chest with both of your hands.

“Okay, fuck, you’re hot! Smoking hot! So fucking hot I had to hold myself from kissing the fuck out of — mmph!”

Your sentence is cut off abruptly by Jeongguk’s hands gripping your jaw and him kissing you harshly like he wants to devour you whole. The way he presses his lips against yours is bruising, you’re sure your lips are gonna be swollen after this. You try to return his kisses with the same pace, but it’s proven a difficult task as he’s set an unforgiving pace to begin with.

When he bites into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, you cry out in pain as your hand comes up at his chest to push him away. Only then you both realize you’re still wearing the boxing gloves, making Jeongguk grunt unhappily.

“Fuck, take them off. Now,” he demands, lips going back after yours, not even giving you a chance to properly take the gloves off. You reach blindly for the strap, but are still unsuccessful even after almost a minute of trying. Jeongguk lets out a frustrated groan when he feels you slipping away from the kiss, pulling away from your lips to yank your gloved hands into his so he can take the damn gloves off already.

“Can’t even take them off without me,” he growls, his hands wrenching the gloves off your hands. “Do you need help taking your clothes off too? Huh?” He tugs you forward by the hips, lips connecting back with yours. This time he sucks on your bottom lip, a silent apology for the bite earlier. “You have no idea how hot you look in that bra, baby,” he whispers in between kisses and sucks. “So fucking sexy, I’d have you right here, right now.”

You can’t help but let out a moan at his words, feeling your legs shake. If there was a dampness in your underwear before, there’s definitely a wet patch on it now. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk starts kissing down your jaw to your neck, where his cold lip ring constrasts the warmth of his lips and mouth. He focuses on a spot where your shoulder meets your neck, and settles there with his tongue and teeth abusing your sensitive skin until it turns an angry shade of red.

While his mouth is busy up there, his hands find home on your waist, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts to stroke the skin there. You’re so overwhelmed by all the sensory stimulations that you almost stumble when Jeongguk moves his legs forward. He notices that, so he puts his hands under your thighs to haul your body up before leaning your back against the wall so he can continue his assault on your neck peacefully.

One of his hands that was previously on your thigh moves to your ass, squeezing the round flesh and eliciting yet another moan out of you. You can feel his smirk against the skin of your neck, fully satisfied of your responses to his ministrations. Feeling that your neck is covered enough by various shades of red, he kisses his way to your shoulder as his hand that’s previously on your ass moves back up to slide your bra strap off the shoulder so he has plenty of room to work. You can feel yourself gush out more wetness down there.

“Baby, look at me,” he tells you, separating his lips from your skin for a moment. You try your hardest to open your eyes and look at him through your blurry vision. You could cry from how turned on you are right now. “Can you hold yourself up?” he asks.

You’re not sure, but you nod nonetheless. Holding your arms around his neck and crossing your legs around his waist, you steel yourself as he lets go of your thigh, letting the wall and his body alone supporting your weight. You thought it’s because he wants to hold your face with both hands when he kisses you again, but you thought wrong as you let out a whine of pleasure when his left hand comes in contact with your right breast. He holds it gently instead of squeezing like what he did to your ass, but what prompts the sound is the way his thumb rubs tight circles on your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He’s too attuned with your body that he knows your nipples are very sensitive when you’re turned on like this, even under layers of clothing.

“You like that, baby?” Jeongguk exhales, seemingly not faring any better himself. His thumb continues its movements on your chest while his mouth goes back to sucking bruises onto your shoulder. Too busy feeling both sensations, you fail to notice that his right hand has gone from your shoulder. It’s two seconds later that you almost slip off the wall as you let out a surprised whimper when two fingers of his suddenly press down on your soaked core.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, starting to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re sure by now your underwear is far beyond ruined from how much wetness is coming out of you right now. But Jeongguk is not Jeon Jeongguk if not a menace.

“This is gonna make it worse, sorry baby,” he warns seconds before crashing his lips back on yours, the pace weirdly slow and sensual instead of harsh and passionate like earlier. You think nothing of it, accepting his kisses as how he gives them. But then he licks at your bottom lip, and the gasp you let out is used as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. When his tongue meets yours, your suspicion is confirmed.

The fucker has a tongue piercing.

He’s been licking around your skin with that damn piercing on and you are too far gone in pleasure to realize. He continues to lick his way into your mouth, each swipe of the metal against your tongue making more wetness flow out of you. At this point, it’s a waterfall down there and you’re sure he’s aware because his fingers haven’t stopped their movement since starting it, instead going faster with the help of the added lubrication.

“What the fuck, Jeongguk?!” you manage to whisper-shout in between kisses. There are so many things you have to say to him regarding the newest addition on his tongue, but he gives you no chance as he speeds up the movement of his fingers on your clit. He alternates the pressure between hard and light to tease you, all the while swallowing your moans of complaint right into his mouth.

You feel the coil in your belly tighten rapidly with the way Jeongguk’s fingers don’t let up the pace, and you hurriedly grab his wrist to pull his hand away from your center. He’s way stronger than you, though, so the hand stays where it is and his fingers continue their assault on the bundle of nerves.

“Stop — stop — ! I’m gonna — cum — !” Your grip on his wrist tightens. “Jeong — guk! Please, don’t wan’t — to come in my pants — !”

“Oh, what’s that? You want to come on my tongue instead?” Jeongguk breathes out, his finger giving one last flick on your abused clit. You shudder, imagining the ball of metal on his tongue coming in contact with the most sensitive part of your body. “Hmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you, test out my new piercing as you sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, too busy getting oxygen into your lungs. Your core is still throbbing painfully after being denied the release it so badly needed (you denied yourself, so you can’t really blame anyone else), and it clenches around nothing when Jeongguk decides his taunting hasn’t concluded yet.

“Or I can continue what I was doing with my fingers, rubbing you as I insert a finger or two, feeling you gush out even more of your juices for me.” He goes back to kissing your neck pink and purple, moving to your other shoulder that’s still clean of colors. This time, though, instead of only letting your bra strap fall from your shoulder, he coaxes your arm out of the loop so he can pull down the cup part and letting your breast fall free. He wastes no time in rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally giving it a pinch. You can only whimper as a response.

His mouth moves downward when he deems your shoulder colorful enough, and before you know it, he has your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. Even with his mouth full, he’s still determined to keep your core nice and wet for him by spewing more filthy words from between his lips.

“Or would you rather be bent over the bathroom walls as I pound you from behind?” His question sounds like a promise to your ears. “I remember that one time we did it in your shower and you came so much I thought you were going to pass out.” The image conjured up in your brain of the memory is vivid, you can remember the numb feeling in your legs after you both finished. Jeongguk had to carry you out of the bathroom because your entire body had felt like mush.

Apparently, you’re not the only one with vivid memories of that day, because Jeongguk shudders in your arms before he drops his face into the crook of your neck. “Ah, shit, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He pauses for five seconds. Then, “shower with me?”

“Only if you promise to put that fucking tongue piercing to good use,” you snap through your teeth, still reeling because your boyfriend now has a tongue piercing. “And bend me over. Slam me against the walls. I don’t care, just fuck me good.”

“Oh, baby, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

Later, when you’re both done with your gym activities and back in your house, watching TV on your couch, Jeongguk makes a confession.

“It’s fake, you know. My tongue piercing.”

“What??” You stare at him with wide eyes, not believing him even the slightest bit. It felt real when it touched your tongue and your.. another sensitive area.

“No, not ‘fake’ like it doesn’t exist, but it’s not actually pierced to my tongue. It’s a clip-on,” he explains, sticking his tongue out before tugging at the metal, the piece of jewelry coming off his tongue without leaving any marks. You stare in awe at the ball now in Jeongguk’s hand.

“I looked up reviews online about tongue piercings, and actually still feel iffy about getting it pierced for real. Then I found this in one of the comments, and thought, why not try it, right?” He gives you a smile as he puts the clip-on piercing aside. “Besides, I know you’re not fully on board with this idea either, so I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. But I see you liked it, huh? It felt good, right?”

“Well, yeah, I almost died,” you mumble, hiding your face in his shoulder. It’s crazy how different you both are compared to an hour ago when you were busy getting it on in the gym showers. You can feel your face getting hot at the memory of him bending your body over the cold walls as water streamed down from overhead. “Maybe keep it for after hours only?”

He laughs before kissing the top of your head softly. “I mean, it’s a great compromise,” he considers. “Besides, if I do get one, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you for, like, weeks. Who can go around without kissing for that long??”

It’s your turn to laugh as you cup his cheek, angling his head so you can slot your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Certainly not you, big baby.”

Jeongguk turns his body completely to face you, pulling you into his lap so he can continue pressing his lips against yours with soft sighs slipped in between. He sneaks his hands under your t-shirt and rubs circles onto your hipbones, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“You wanna go again? I think I can go for a round two.”

“Hmm.. no, too tired.”

“I’ll put on the clip-on and let you sit on my face. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m seriously really tired and could use a nap right now.”

“Alright, tomorrow.”

“Don’t pout, you baby, tomorrow I’ll ride your face and anything else you want me to do.”

“Mmh, kay, love you.”

“Love you too, now shush or I’ll throw the clip-on out.”

— a/n: thanks for reading! any feedbacks here would be greatly appreciated :D

[meruz]

ive been neglecting my inbox so im answering all the asks rn. sorry...if you’ve been waiting for a response.

yes go ahead!! Also ik it is hard to access my FAQ from the app but btw this is in my FAQ its very comprehensive because I get this type of ask a lot LOL. dw it’s not annoying though its easy to answer and I’m glad ppl like my art enough to use it and also care abt crediting!! its in my faq not because i dont like to answer but more so u guys dont need to ask LOL

thank you!! I dont see much infinity train content ever either. when i was making infinity train fanart everyday i felt like i was on an island LOL...

honestly I feel like cahiers are decent with posca because theyre not really absorbent and posca marks tend to sit on the page as opposed to soaking through anyways. umm i wouldnt like... use it to do a whole posca piece or anything but i use poscas just for pops of color in my sketchbook pretty often and it holds up ok. sometimes u can see the shadow of the color through the paper bc its thin but thats mostly it. i took pics of some sketchbook pgs and how the back of the page looks so you can see for yourself ( cw for bakudeku LOL ) ...theres a lot of like.. normal brush pen ink and india ink that penetrates the paper more like even compared to the black posca

thank you!!!! I love drawing assorted cephalopods... their proportions remind me of drawing digimon characters LOL.

not right now u_u I’m busy.... but you can always email me at isellhotdogs@gmail.com to check abt it! sometimes i will do commissions even if im busy because it sounds cool LOL...

lol thank you!! idk if i ship(?) them either but its interesting to think about!!! theyre funny characters to bonk together and i feel like most fanart ive seen doesnt address how funny their relationship could be if it were more exploratory i guess

yk that scene is kind of a meme now but it like genuinely still makes me emotional. when colette makes lloyd promise not to tell the others at the end it breaks my heart

yeah here you go

I feel like I’ve probably talked about this before in another ask post but i dont really think about style because its one of those things that artists should try to change depending upon intention, what you’re drawing and what you want to communicate etc. what people often recognize as style are quirks that an artist maintains throughout changing their subject and approach.....ANYWAYS. thats all to say my style probably just comes out of normal stuff like looking at other art and thinking “I want to do that” or trying out different mediums and methods and settling with whatever feels the best LOL. It’s always changing & growing! Because I’m always learning new stuff!

Theres a lot! I really like the scene when daisukes lying awake in bed thinking abt how ken’s heartbeat felt. And the scene when they have a sleepover and ken wakes up first and looks over to daisuke sleeping LOL idk subtle stuff you can read very clearly as like burgeoning queer moments.. theyre recognizable from my own queer childhood and i love that in a kids anime. also at the end of the series when theyre fighting the final boss dude and ken grabs daisukes arm to ask him to jogress but hes shivering and daisuke just turns to say “youre shaking....” and in revenge of diaboromon when ken goads daisuke into endurance running by taunting him about soccer LOL (jock romance). but one i rly want to mention is theres this youtube video about how ken and daisuke’s honorifics change over the course of the series and how significant it is when they switch over to first name basis and honestly i think about it a lot THEY HAVE GREAT SCENES!! I love ken and daisuke

wow!! thats rad... the sad truth is its just my name with like a shitton of letters taken out. sometimes i abbreviate it even further as mrz and i think to myself haha ... mister z.

[wetbloodworm]

reposting some meta i wrote about zenith on my dw specifically so i can reblog and add to it, b/c i like to keep things together. what’s under this cut is gonna be partly outdated b/c i’m tweaking some stuff in the reblog don’t worry about it. if you haven’t read it or plan to reread it i’d maybe recommend waiting until i reblog the additions so all the info is together. though also there’s a lot here because i got that wordy bitch disease so like kudos if you make it though any part of this at any point. okay yeah so everything after this paragraph is Older Content

first, because i haven't talked about him here aside from some outdated aside in a list somewhere, a brief rundown! zenith (pseudonym, he/they) or vol'gelmeth (true name, it/they) is an aberration from the far realm who has projected an aspect of himself into the material plane in the form of a dhampir avatar. his plan is to gather enough strength to eventually be able to manifest fully in the material plane, and also to explore and experience and learn about the material plane because he's fascinated by it. zenith presents himself to others as a human cleric of the vol'gelmeth who's totally a different being and also has an eight pack. the intent WAS for his avatar to be fully human but sometimes you're too alien a being to stuff yourself into just a normal human body, and also he eats dreams, so, dhampir. it's fine. just gives him an extra layer of things to try to hide. second, pics! newest first 

most recent design-tweaks to make him easier to draw, so this is his most up-to-date design. he looks more blond here than in other drawings but that's just shading though, his hair is white. the amulet is his Amulet of the Devout, since we were allowed two magic items to start, and it's not shown here but it has the symbol for vol'gelmeth that zenith designed himself lol

drew this when i had the realization that as a dhampir he'd have fangs even if the thing he eats isn't necessarily tangible. i toyed with a design that was ALL sharp teeth instead of just the incisors and i love that but eh. his true form has all sharp teeth so i'll get my fill there. not that anyone but haley as DM gets to see his true form yet. i've got my kid's secrets all laid out for the rest of the party i'm allowed to keep the design a secret even if no one cares but me lmao 

drawn when i decided i was going to play him for CoS 

lyrics from 'community gardens' by the scary jokes 

one of my first pics of him, i kinda miss the scruffier outfit vs the more put-together outfit he's got now but we can mix and match. it's fine. it's all flavor text. and finally... the bullet points

to explain the pronoun situation a bit better, the actual character is comfortable with he/they/it. as zenith, the dhampir avatar pretending to be human, he uses just he/they. when referring to vol'gelmeth as if they're a separate being, it/they. the reason for the difference is one part zenith trying to create differences between his two aspects to make his disguise/deception stronger, one part him picking up on how humanoids most commonly use pronouns and adding that to his disguise/deception (meaning like, it/its isn't a common pronoun for humanoids, but they DO use it/its when talking about non-humanoids), and one part him gaining more of an understanding of gender as he spends time on this plane and deciding he/him is fine

if forced at gunpoint to describe his gender, zenith would go with 'agender' or 'no' or something along those lines. i have no idea what his species is like culturally, but i do know that gender is a new concept to him. he's largely uninterested in it personally, like it's a neat enough thing to learn about but it's separate from him, y'know? he generally prefers neutral language, so they/them and it/its feel comfortable and correct, but as his avatar is seemingly AMAB he's had masc language used for him by others who assumed and he's decided that's fine, both in that it doesn't bother him and that he likes it, again, as a thing that separates Zenith from Vol'Gelmeth. so i guess it's less that he likes he/him on a personal level, it's more just part of his disguise? he hasn't had enough experience with she/her to feel comfortable with it yet so he's just avoiding that set. 

i swap his pronouns around more while talking out loud, like in-game. in writing you'll notice it's mostly he/him. that's just easier for me. it's fine. 

i talked so much more about gender than i originally intended but like [gestures at self] to be expected i guess 

from reading the WOTC lore, my understanding of how dhampir work is that they feed on aspects of humanoids but they don't necessarily need to in order to survive? they're described as having ties to the undead/vampires but not being fully there, and they have their hunger but can control or suppress it through intense willpower. which to me reads like they can eat other stuff due to being partly/technically alive but they crave whatever it is they hunger for? if they NEEDED it they couldn't control/suppress it without starving, right? if anyone has a different interpretation of the text lmk. obviously we can throw WOTC lore in the garbage as necessary and as approved by the DM but i like having the framework sometimes and dhampir are new enough to dnd that i only have so many sources to formulate opinions on. 

zenith in his true form i think like... ONLY eats dreams, or at least primarily does? maybe just primarily, the way i designed his true form he's got a mouth and teeth and all of that implies to me that he's a creature that at least CAN physically eat things, not just psychically. zenith as the humanoid avatar... i'm not sure??? i know he CAN eat other stuff and does, and i think right now i'm hesitantly going with 'needs to eat human food to maintain the humanoid body, needs to eat dreams to maintain the rest of him and get stronger'? so i'm backtracking on the 'dhampir don't NEED to feed their hunger to survive' thing for zenith specifically, not my concept of dhampir in general, since he's a weird situation being an aberration which isn't necessarily supported by the game stats, if that makes sense. 

NEW BULLET I'M CONFUSING MYSELF okay. zenith has to eat both human food and also dreams. needs human food more regularly perhaps so that the humanoid body doesn't just fucking collapse, craves dreams more intensely. i think that's what we're going with. maybe. 

i like being able to do whatever i want with the lore but i also struggle if the framework given isn't clear enough by my standards and i'm struggling here 

god looking at the dhampir stats and i forgot zenith doesn't need to breathe and also has natural spider climb. fantastic. just a normal human dude, hello fellow humans 

he also has the fanged bite ability which i'm looking forward to perhaps using some day 

zenith definitely had a ROUGH time when he first manifested on the material plane because of a combo of four things; 1) being in a new alien plane, 2) being in a new alien body, 3) being in two bodies/places at once, 4) being exhausted from whatever ritual or spell or whatever he did to accomplish the split in the first place 

some differences between the far realm and the material plane are that the far realm is composed of an infinite number of layers that shift continuously, and the air is described as syrupy thick with time and gravity being things that don't exist. far realm denizens move through the air by 'swimming' and can pass through the layers with a thought, or exist on multiple layers at a time.  the far realm is specifically described as Lovecraftian and being 'beyond sanity', and is so far outside even the outer planes that it's often not included in the standard cosmology. which is why it's also referred to as just 'Outside'. so basically it's a real fucked up alien world 

zenith, while very much an alien, is not the same degree as Unknowable and Unfathomable as other far realm denizens can be. i imagine it's a scale, and he falls significantly closer to the end that doesn't drive you crazy if you look at it. this allows him to (mostly) successfully communicate with dreamers of the material plane (though i imagine that took lots of trial and error) and gives him motivations that normal people can understand for the most part; he's driven most by curiosity and by hunger. so he's got a good head start there for successfully transferring to the material plane. he's at least not so completely divorced from reality as its known there as to make him incompatible with it. 

doesn't make the transition easy, though! for all the reasons why waking up in the plane i described a couple bullets up would be jarring for us, waking up in the material plane is jarring for him. i imagine gravity is weird to contend with suddenly, the air simultaneously heavier and thinner. less resistance and more resistance at the same time. the surroundings aren't just completely different, the way you perceive the surroundings is different with the lack of shifting layers. i'd imagine everything feels incredibly still in comparison. so there's all that and more as a thing to adjust to! 

also, new human/dhampir body! his true form is a (mostly) physical one that's very different from a humanoid but it's got a head and eyes and limbs so that's a good start, but still. new body. it's weird. 

ALSO yeah, existing in two places at once! piloting two bodies at once! that can't be easy on top of everything else, there was no way for him to practice or gauge how any of this would feel, he just fucking did it, so it'd just be.... 'disorienting' is probably putting it mildly? 

at the start of the campaign it's been uhhhhh i think we determined like 6 months or so since he manifested on the material plane. so he's had the chance to figure this out! this plane is still alien and weird to him but he can move around in it without feeling like he's having the WORST kind of bad trip anymore. the biggest thing that's still a factor is he's still got two bodies in two different planes. i imagine he has to cope with that by like... focusing 100% of everything on one body at a time. i'm thinking he like parked himself somewhere safe back home, somewhere quiet and secure where he could puppeteer his material avatar from, so he just has to settle in and focus completely on being Zenith and it's fine. 

i'd think that he can't ignore his original body all the time, so when it's safe he'll switch focus and like... stretch, move around, check things out. not for long, he doesn't want to get used to what home feels like and then have to go back to the material plane and adjust to that again, and also the humanoid body is so much smaller and squishier and more vulnerable and he doesn't like leaving it unattended 

he largely avoids switching between the two as much as he can, because it'll always be jarring and it'll always leave him vulnerable. 

one big drive for him to gather enough strength to manifest fully in the material plane is so he doesn't have to be split like this anymore. that's probably like one of the top two motivators, have access to all his power and not be in two places at once. 

i don't fully know what 'eating dreams' looks like yet. i'm sure we'll figure that out as we play but right now i don't know if it's a fully psychic thing or what? i feel like it's not as easy for him to do now that he's split vs when he could just hunt for dreamers from home with whatever psychic power he's got that lets him cross the planes to eat dreams. i don't know if he has to be within a certain physical proximity to the dreamer now that he's on the material plane, or if he has to actively touch/interact with the dreamer, or how exactly it works. i have no fucking clue. i know there's some aspect of hunting dreams down, just not 100% sure what that looks like. on the outside like some form of meditation maybe? idk!

deep speech is the native language of aberrations, and it has no script on its own but mortals use the espruar script to write it down, which implies to me that far realm denizens don't have a use for reading/writing. which means that zenith has taught himself how to read and write, probably mostly while actively on the material plane. maybe picked up a little while he was learning common via dreams but dreams aren't reliable. you ever try to read in a dream 

since he's proficient in deep speech, common, and abyssal, he can definitely read and write fluently, but i think he has the classic problem of not always knowing how things are written/pronounced if he's never heard/read it. like he'll tend to say and write things phonetically and need to be corrected. there's also just a bunch of words he hasn't encountered yet though understanding context clues helps 

his handwriting his probably atrocious 

he doesn't NEED to be able to write in deep speech, it's not a super well-used language in the material plane, but he absolutely learned how because that's his language and he wants to be able to write in it! 

before coming to the material plane, zenith LOVED talking with humanoids via their dreams! they're interesting and he likes talking to people! and then he gets to eat the dream when he's done so it's a great time for him. socialization/entertainment and food. 

i think that if someone were to pray to him zenith would be able to respond back, but i'm not sure if he can communicate through dreams while he's split like this? mostly because it feels OP to give myself that ability. the Dream spell can do that but it's a lvl 5 spell and i don't feel like i can just say Oh I Can Do That y'know lmao. that was very frustrating for him to discover, that he can't do that anymore. another reason for him to want to manifest fully in the plane, hopefully be able to manipulate dreams again instead of only eating them, he likes the manipulating part. 

zenith has absolutely no idea what the experience is on the other side of the dream-eating thing. no clue what it feels like or if it hurts or what happens at all. he'd be interested in knowing but he doesn't particularly care on an emotional level. he's pretty sure it doesn't KILL the dreamer because he's talked to people more than once before but it wouldn't stop him if it did tbh 

part of the reason i'm writing all this down is b/c i know i've been asked if zenith wants/has followers and i have absolutely no idea what my answer was because i said it out loud and didn't write it down but i'm pretty sure my answer has changed? maybe? i have no clue. any way zenith would be thrilled to have followers. i don't think he's tried taking on warlocks or anything like that, like he hasn't shared his power to be anyone's patron, but it's not something he's opposed to. not his priority at the moment but like, sounds like fun! he likes attention and seeing what people do and as long as it doesn't rob him of too much of his own power he'd be down to try! he'd be down to be someone's god. the idea of being a god sounds REAL nice, actually. he loves that. 

outside of actively being a patron, does he have followers? people that pray to him? i don't know! the idea is interesting to me! he'd be happy to chat with people though i don't know what all he'd be able to do in return outside of share any info they want about the far realm or any other realm he's learned about. i know in this split state there's even less he could do than if he was at full power. 

i think right now he's mostly focused on just exploring the material plane and gathering power to manifest in it fully, but after that.... after that, being a patron sounds like fun. being a god sounds like FUN. 

something i wrote before on a related topic; "zenith doesn't necessarily WANT to kill anyone. he'll do it if he feels he has to but that's not his goal. the likes the material plane and its denizens! they're interesting! he just wants to explore and learn and experience! and eat but don't worry about that one. and maybe gain followers but that's one's fine. it's a plane full of creatures that dream and if you play your cards right they might worship you. just gotta get stronger and put out feelers and consider giving gifts of power in exchange. power can be exchanged for worship and services. and perhaps food. he loves this plane." 

aberrations are generally considered monsters and zenith would be mildly offended at the implication though he also wouldn't fight it too hard. he preys on people for food so like he doesn't have much room to argue. but like don't be rude about it 

zenith's only introduction to the material plane before showing up on it was via dreams, so his concept of the world and its general culture was very skewed, though he figured that out quickly. he's still learning stuff and i've got a google doc with a list of facts and 'facts' he's picked up on in the campaign so far. he's now under the impression that mushrooms can talk just in general, though it's not recommended, and as far as he knows it's normal for water ordered at taverns to be murky. 

i wouldn't say that he's gullible, he just... y'know, he's an alien. and he doesn't want to tell anyone that he is so he's afraid to ask for clarification on things. so people say things with a certain confidence and he makes assumptions. or he asks for water at a tavern and he's handed a glass of water that's murky and he figures that's technically what he asked for, so, guess that happens sometimes! 

i've also got notes on the lies that he has planned for his disguise. he picked an isolated town he visited once as his fake home town and has a story about his fake family and why he might not know things that he perhaps should etc. 

i think... that's it for now... i'm sure i'll have more to talk about another time. i like this character a lot so i think about him a lot!!

[realcube]

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY 

characters ♡ bokuto, tendō, matsukawa & suna

tw ♡ gn! reader, timeskip! bokuto (all sfw tho), swearing, reader wears makeup (matsukawa), swearing, mentions of death & food 

cred ♡ thanks to anon for this request <3

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he was literally counting down the days to your birthday, he even took the day off practise to celebrate it with you so imagine his surprise when the special day finally rolls around and he wakes up to an empty bed

♡ at first, he thought that perhaps you were just around the house somewhere but nope, the place was completely empty and even worse, all signs pointed to his theory that you had gone to work/school on your birthday 

♡ outraged. he was absolutely outraged. 

♡ firstly, he tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up, even after his many attempts so his next resort to call your place of work/school reception 

♡ obviously he managed to get a hold of you then-

♡ he was originally gonna yell about how you lied to him about taking the day off on your birthday but there was no way he could be angry at you — almost ever — so instead, he made the quick decision of telling you to have a nice day before hanging up 

♡ you were kinda pissed that he wasted your time like that but how could you stay mad at him? he’s fkn adorable! he blew you audible kisses over the phone for good luck!

♡ you laboured your way through the day, putting in great effort yet through it all, the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to just pass out on the couch with bokuto as soon as you got home. you weren’t even sure if you had the energy to change into your pjyamas.

♡ however, when you finally did arrive home, there was no need to put yourself through the onerous task of changing clothes as the first thing you were greeted by when you stepped foot in your own home was a chorus of cheers of ‘surprise!’ followed by people spilling out into the foyer from the kitchen and living room 

♡ then there was bokuto, the loudest of them all leading the crowd, blowing into the party horn while dashing up to, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, ‘happy birthday, sweetie!’

♡ a light gasp escaped your lips at the sudden hoots, and the unfamiliar — and frankly uncomfortable — sight of many friends swarm towards you had you on edge but when you felt bokuto wrap you in his warm embrace, you knew you were home

♡ he held you close until you were forced apart by many guests tearing you away to personally wish you a happy birthday

♡ now that the initial shock had died down, you noticed that there wasn’t as many people present as you thought, it was a humble gathering of all your closest friends 

♡ there was a massive pile of bright-colored gifts lying on the stairs, and it was hard not to immediately acknowledge them as the sheer mass and number of the presents scattered across the steps prevented anyone from being able to go upstairs

♡ the following day, you were made aware of the fact 90% of those presents were addressed from ‘your best ace husband ;)’ which was pretty straight-forward considering you only have one husband; kiyoomi sakusa. 

♡ jokes, you married bokuto but sakusa was also at the party. he originally just wanted to drop off his gift then leave but bokuto persuaded him to stay, though he seemed to be regretting it now as almost everyone at the party now shared an unspoken goal to slam sakusa’s face into one of the cupcakes that decorated the circumference of your cake

♡ speaking of the cake, bokuto remembered what type of cake was your favorite from the wedding planning and he was so chuffed with himself. in fact, he was so confident in his cake picking ability that he ordered a massive 3-tier monster of a dessert 

♡ neither of you would be able to finish it before it goes bad so you ended up cutting it up into pieces  and sending each guest away with a little goody-bag with a slice of cake inside lmao 

♡ once you had finished your goodbyes and everyone had filed out of your home, you flopped onto the couch and let out a deep sigh of relief. well, it was only a sigh for a few moment as it became a wheeze when bokuto laid down on top of you 

♡ ‘happy birthday, (y/n). i’m sorry if i tired you out.’ he hummed, fiddling with your fingers as his lips curled into a shaky smile

♡ ‘i’m a bit sleepy but i had an amazing time. thank you so much, kō.’

♡ bokuto smiled, his heavy lid falling shut as he finally rested his neck, being able to fall asleep comfortably now that you’ve told him that you had fun

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ unlike bokuto, he’ll actually mention your birthday a few weeks prior to the celebration so he can plan the perfect date :3

♡ ‘so do you wanna go to the aquarium or the theme park? because i know we’ve went to the park before but they remodelled it apparently. plus, maybe the aquarium is a bit underwhelming for such a special day, but it’s up to yo--’

♡ ‘we won’t really get to spend much time in either. if you consider the time school finishes, the train ride and the time the aquarium and park closes so maybe we could just chill at my house instead.’

♡ tendō deadpanned for a moment, the most unamused look taking over his features until he suddenly burst out laughing, cackling as if you just told the joke of the century, ‘seriously, (y/n)? you’re gonna go to school on your birthday.’

♡ ‘yes, of course.’ you replied in all seriousness, resulting in tendō awkwardly beginning to stifle his chuckles.

♡ he frowned, slumping back into the seat beside you, ‘c’mon, it’s your birthday, though! you deserve the day off.’

♡ you shook your head, kindly declining his suggestion, ‘i have a test on that day.’

♡ ‘all the more reason to ditch!’

♡ now it was your turn to deadpan

♡ tendō tossed his head back while letting out a sigh  of defeat, draping his arm around your shoulder to lovingly pull you to his chest, ‘alright, then. whatever you want, dear.’

♡ you smiled, glad that you didn’t need to disagree with him any longer — and you were even happier on the day. even though you insisted that he keeps things small on your birthday, he still managed to find a way to make things extra asf by getting you a massive plush that was about half the size of your stature and a hamper of homemade chocolates ><

ISSEI MATSUKAWA 

♡ honestly, he’s never been the best at giving gifts but he tries extra hard for you 

♡ like if you off-handedly say that you are cold during class, he’ll buy you a bunch of new jackets, jumpers and gloves

♡ or if you say you need more mascara, he’ll buy you exact same one you usually wear 

♡ he’s observant enough to notice and remember the exact shade and brands of all your cosmetic products but he’s not observant enough to pick up on the subtle hints you drop as to what you want for your birthday 

♡ you can never guess what he’s gonna get you and that adds to your anticipation for the day 

♡ if your birthday is on a school day, he’ll bring in a batch of homemade cupcakes (which hanamaki helped him with) and stick a candle in one of them for you to blow out 

♡ he offers you one but they are all pretty stale- just smile and nod while your teeth feel like they are being shattered trying to bite down on the cupcake 

♡ it might set off the fire alarm but oh well, just count that as another present

♡ oikawa will probably get you something like a bouquet and try flirt with you so at that point, matsukawa and hanamaki begin using the cupcakes as weapons 

♡ they are a two for one deal so you’re going to be spending the day with both of them tailing you like lost puppies

platonic RINTARŌ SUNA

♡ (requester specified) your birthday is on the same day as his so ofc he’s going to be a little salty abt it 

♡ you both created a game to see who receives the most birthday wishes and whoever won gets ¥1500 from the loser’s birthday money

♡ for the past few years, he’s usually been the winner by just a few but this year, you made it a point to befriend all him teammates in order to ensure victory 

♡ having to pretend to be friendly with atsumu — who wasn’t very good at hiding his massive crush —was definitely a challenge but you powered through 

♡ in fact, you may have played the role too well as both the miya twins gave you a gift 

♡ osamu gave both you and suna a plastic bag filled with some food he made and water bottles

♡ as for atsumu, his gift to you was a massive hamper filled with an assortment of many different luxury confectionary which didn’t look cheap at all but it didn’t feel appropriate to question the price so you simply took it from him with a bright smile

♡ of course, suna was excited (and very hungry) as he expected the same gift but he was more than disappointed when all he received was a bag of chips and a slap on the back

♡ he goes out of his way to tell every teacher it’s your birthday in hopes that they’ll make the class sing happy birthday to you 

♡ but it pisses him off to no end when you add that it’s his birthday too so he ends up getting roped into your misery 

♡ also your thumbs are going to be sore at night swiping through all the various candid pics that suna took of you throughout the day (in less than flattering poses) which he uplaoded to almost all of his social media stories with stupid ass captions 

♡ but dw bc he’ll eventually post a nice photo of you with a sweet message

♡ ‘happy birthday to @(y/n) . i would die for you, bitch (even though you annoy the hell out of me every single day 🤠).’ 

[youngbloodlisk]

Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

[muwur]

snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

✎ 3.1k words

a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up” 

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc. 

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧  “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧  “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧  “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today” 

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

[endeavors-cum-dump]

I’m Your Biggest Fan

18+ Account | Minors DNI | Do NOT Follow, Like, or Comment | Pls have your age in your bio, if you do not I will automatically block you because I’ll assume you are a minor.

All characters are written during the timeskip which puts them in their 20′s for both NSFW and SFW. SFW will only be written for pre-time skip.

Part 2 --- >

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x f!Reader

Warning: Smut with Plot | Over Stimulation | Spanking??? |Rough Sex??kinda | Degradation | Unprotected sex | Masturbation | and little fluff at the end 

This is a re-upload of my NSFW content on a different account. Please, if you aren’t 18+ do not comment, like, or read my 18+ work. 

Okay Have Fun!

(Y/n) didn’t really know how she got to where she was. She knew she liked trying new things just...she never knew she’d end up making an OnlyFans account.

But before all that let’s get into how it all happened. When she started college she thought it would be a fun idea to start a YouTube channel. Mainly it was for her high school friends who missed her, they could just watch the videos and feel like they were with her. The videos were just of her occasionally talking, cooking, studying.

They made the viewers feel like she was actually there with her. It gave them a sense of “You aren’t alone. I’m right there with you.” Type of thing. They were meant for comfort.

Even when she had time off from school she would try to pick up new hobbies and record them. Now listen, she didn’t do it because she expected people to watch them. But somehow it attracted lots of people. Once more people came in she bought a better mic so they could give asmr sounds. And apparently people really liked that.

She had been making videos for about two years now, and along the way she met some pretty interesting people. One person in particular opened the gate for her to meet others along the way, his channel's name was PuddingBoi. She had noticed him when he first commented on one of her videos,

PuddingBoi:

“ Playing your video while I edit has literally been the most calming thing all week.”

After that she wanted to check his channel, she watched a couple of his videos. She liked his soft voice, it was calming. So she decided to subscribe and followed him on Instagram. From there she got a follow back from the man himself and some of his mutuals. She became good friends with him and those mutuals.

Now this post, this post was what sparked the idea. It was her birthday, she had taken a shower and put on an oversized t-shirt that fit her body perfectly even with it’s big size. Today was the day she turned 19 so she had posted a picture in front of her mirror saying "Can't believe I'm actually 19."

After five minutes she got notifications from her friends commenting on it with replies like;

Kiyoko'sbiggestsimp:

"Only fans account? 👀"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"Sorry only reserved for your wife 🥴"

Roosterboi69:

"Oof girl, when you gonna drop me your onlyfans account? 💦💦"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"When you give me money bb. I know you make bank. Let me make yo pockets hurt 😝♥️✨✨"

Tanaka'sbiggestsimp:

"Girl I need them toe pics. I ain't a daddy but I can be your sugga daddy pls 👉👈💕✨✨♥️♥️"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"If anything you're my sugga mommy ♥️♥️♥️✨✨. But dw I'll send them tonight, don't tell your husband tho 🥴🥰"

SideHoeYachi:

"You both always forget about me 😭. I want toe pics 👉👈✨✨♥️♥️"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

“Dw bb, I got you 😘♥️♥️”

BokuHoe:

"Not gonna lie....I'd pay 👀🥰😊"

Itsyagirlskinnypenis: (Y/n)

"Would you really? 🥺✨✨♥️♥️"

BokuHoe:

“Hell yeah. But first I have to ask Akaashi, but I’m sure he’ll want to see them too.”

Now it was all a joke at first. Until she thought about it. If she sent her nudes or sexy pictures to people for free when she was horny, why shouldn’t she get paid for it? But then she took a step back and really really thought about it. Would she fully commit? Could she fully commit?

(Y/n) thought she’d give it a try. See how she liked it, and if it wasn’t for her then she’d stop. But she did have a thing for people watching her.

So she tried it out. She made an account, jokingly told her friends to be her sugga daddies. She even told her 18+ subscribers if they wanted 18+ content that they could just pay for her OnlyFans. She had a list of things she'd be willing to try, and things that made her uncomfortable. She’d hope that people would respect that. And if they didn’t then they didn’t need to pay for her content. She had left it at that and went to sleep.

The next day (Y/n) woke up to see she had two requests.

NewJesus:

“A picture or video of you nun outfit would be nice.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened when she saw Asahi’s picture. She knew he became less shy after high school after talking to Tanaka about it. But this..this was something else. She didn’t even feel like those were his words.

And the next one.

KittyCatBoi:

“...Maybe you in some thigh highs and a big hoodie. Maybe even...even touching yourself.”

These were literally the quietest boys she ever met. Yet they seemed to know what they liked and were not afraid to ask her….Maybe, maybe she shouldn’t have told her friends, even in a joking way to join. But then again, who was she to judge, they might have joined even if she didn’t tell them anything.

So, that same day she got ready and went to the clothing store to buy the items of clothing she didn’t have. Actually, she kind of ended up buying a bunch of lingerie, she owned normal bras and panties, but rarely had lingerie. After she left an adult story (where they had a nun outfit) she made her way back to her apartment, made sure she shaved, made her hair look presentable in any way she could, and put on makeup.

She got her camera set up in a good position, and took some pictures first in several different positions and different spots in her apartment and then took some short videos.

Then after reviewing which were the best she sent them off.

‘This one’s for you @ NewJesus.’

There she was, sitting on her kitchen chair, thighs spread apart. The nun outfit pulled up showing red panties that were pulled aside to showcase the dildo inside her. Her lips parted, chin was slightly tilted up as she gave a suggestive look into the camera.

And the next one saying, ‘And I can’t forget about @ KittyCatBoi’

This time she was on her bed, the side of her face pressed against the mattress, her ass facing up. The white thigh highs wrapping perfectly around her skin. Her oversized black hoodie resting against her waist showing the white thong she wore as she covered her core with a vibrator she owned.

Her friend all thought it was a joke. But she wasn’t kidding, she was really doing it. The look on their faces when they opened the app was priceless to say the least.

Kuroo was in a lunch meeting, he had never put his phone down so fast.

Bokuto was on break at practice. Hinata happened to be passing by as the pictures loaded. He choked on his water.

Kenma and Asahi? They were now deceased.

Now you may be wondering, “Why am I reading 1202 words that isn't even about Wakatoshi?” Well look no further because this is where the backstory stops.

(Y/n) now being a twenty one year old had gotten more comfortable and confident in putting out more videos of her doing sexual acts. After all, it had been two years while still making other content. Now here she was breathing heavily,  while resting her back against her bed trying to talk over the multiple orgasms she's had for over the past thirty minutes. After having her last orgasm she decided to clean herself up. (Y/n) got into a nice robe with some panties, while she left the thigh highs on (that people ended up loving due to Kenmas request) and sat in front of the camera to answer the last question on the list.

"If there was anyone you could have sex with, who would it be and why?"

(Y/n) thought for a moment, “Wait one second. I’ll be right back.” she said before quickly getting up. Rustling could be heard and a short, “Shit.”

But she came back and sat on the bed with her back facing the camera. She dropped the robe and showed a white jersey that ended at her hips with the number eleven with the name Ushijima. (Y/n) finally turned back and smiled into the camera. “It would have to be Wakatoshi Ushijima. No doubt, I have the fattest crush on him.”

"And for the why part. Well I guess it had to be when I started college." She reached behind her and grabbed a pillow, she started to fiddle with one of the strands.

"I was at a party and they had the tv on. There were a lot of volleyball players from my college team so they wanted to watch it. I wasn't really paying attention until everyone started yelling and stuff. And when I paid attention I thought the game was really interesting. Especially with the way Ushijima would spike the ball. Ushijima just seems like a really cool guy I'd be down to get dirty with."

She could feel her face heating up at the thought, "That's my censored answer. My uncensored answer is, He's hot as fuck. Like have you seen his muscles? I would want him to crush me, honestly. Like seriously I'd let him fuck me so hard. I feel like he could, he seems like the kind of guy who could. He could dick me down any day. And the way he spikes the ball that hard, you just know he spank you that hard. Man, now I even want a little cheerleader outfit to go with this. Imagine how cute that would be.” She then looked at the time, it was getting late.

“Okay, so this is the only long video, or video request. I’ll still be posting pictures, but videos take up a bit more effort and I’m studying for my finals. I need to graduate. I will be doing live streams though for studying if you want to join those when I go on. But yeah, I’ll be back with the videos after.”

At this point it took a lot to surprise her friends. Them being the pervs they were still paid for her nsfw content, they obviously didn’t let it ruin their friendship. But the fact that she said that her crush of three years was none other than Ushijima, and that she wanted to fuck him really took them over the edge.

But one smart man decided that this would be a good opportunity.

A month has passed since then and there was still talk about how (Y/n) had publicly said on her OnlyFans that she wanted to fuck Ushijima, only it had died down. The information had gotten to him the week it was made public. He was going to ignore it but really couldn’t, not when he saw the people she followed. It was almost all the people he had played against in the past.

It made him feel a bit good knowing that (Y/n)  thought that way about him instead of them. He would occasionally stalk her Instagram page once in a while but would feel like it was wrong. So he stopped. That was until more time passed.

Today Ushijima hasn’t checked his phone since he woke up. So after he sat down on his bed once he finished changing he saw a notification that was sent at three in the morning. It was from itsyagirlskinnypenis, Wakatoshi had remembered it was (Y/n)’s from how weird it was. So he opened it, his eyes went wide.

There it was, a picture she had posted and tagged him in. It was her laying down on her bed, her phone pointing at the ceiling that now had mirrors and her in a Alder cheerleading uniform, with his number on it. Her thighs were pressing together as she lightly lifted the skirt, but not showing anything. The caption?

“I finally put mirrors on my ceiling. But now I’m just waiting for Ushijima to come so I can look up at it and watch his back muscles clench while he f-. Getting off topic. Look at this cute cheerleading outfit @Azumanedesigns did for me! Isn’t it so cute? I was gonna post it on OnlyFans but I remembered that Ushijima wouldn’t have been able to see it. Thank you again Azumane! I love it!”

Holy shit his face had never been more red, not only that but his whole body was burning up. Normally he would have found anyone openly flirting with him a bit weird, but let’s be real. Ushijima wanted to dick her down so bad. From the moment he opened her page. He even contemplated paying for her OnlyFans but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

And now his shorts were at his ankles. Phone in his right and while his left one giving soft strokes to his clearly hard cock. He wanted to look away from the picture but couldn’t. His thumb rubbing his precum around his cock. And then he remembered the caption. She wanted to watch him fuck her from those mirrors. He didn’t care if it was a joke. The thought of it got him hot and bothered and he wanted nothing more than to do it to her.

He kept looking at the picture, imagining his closed fist around his cock was her tight pussy. Gods he wanted to demolish her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her scratching his back as he pounded into her. And the ways she’d clench around his lengths. The thought was enough to get him to cum. Now he couldn’t even imagine the real thing.

Yeah he had had sex before, maybe got some nudes from some girls in college, that was only for sex though, which wasn’t a bad thing. They never lusted after him in public. Not only was she just lusting, she genuinely seemed to have a crush on him. He knew because he also at one point stalked her Youtube channel and found videos about where she talked about him. And for those months of where he’d avoid looking at her page he’d try to get her out of his mind. All those videos he had watched on his breaks made him fall for her, but he’d never admit it to himself. Not till now.

Ushijima cleaned himself up and then went back to his phone. He liked the picture, followed her, and then slid right into her dms.

____

While drinking a bottle of water (Y/n) put her head into her hand trying to hold back the pain. “Fuck, how drunk did I get? I need a break from alcohol.”

That was when she got a notification, she groaned and looked at her phone. It buzzed three times, one was “ushijimawakatoshi liked your photo” , “ushijimawakatoshi followed you” and “ ushijimawakatoshi sent: “How about I take you up on that offer. Only, you’d have to be wearing that while I do.”

(Y/n) froze, “The fuck.” She was excited, but she didn’t even know what he was talking about. She unlocked her phone and opened up the photo he liked. She dropped her phone on her table.

“Oh god. Oh god, oh god , oh god.” She put her face in her hands trying to conceal herself from her own embarrassment. But she was kind of proud she typed that well while drunk. “Who let me drink!” She groaned to herself ‘You did stupid.’ Even her own conscience was embarrassed.

But, Ushijima did say he would fuck her. She would be a bit disappointed if that was all he wanted but, she wasn’t going to pass on this opportunity. That was when she got another notification, it was him again. This time he posted on his story, “Never knew I’d like a cheerleading uniform more than my own uniform.” with her picture attached to it.

“Oh my, gods have mercy on my soul.” She then went directly to his dm’s, “Just name a time and date and I’ll be ready.”

She never thought he’d message her so fast, “How about tomorrow after I take you out for dinner.”

She wanted to die from excitement, “Sure sounds great.”

__________

And that tomorrow came. They sat in a restaurant together getting to know each other better. Since they both had admired each other from afar. After they finished their meal (Y/n) spoke out, “I’m sorry if it was weird finding out I was like essentially your biggest fan, because of that one video.” She said what she said but telling him about it made her feel embarrassing.

“Actually, I thought it was pretty cute.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Plus, it kind of made me a fan of yours too.”

‘Shit he really is blunt. Why is that so hot?’ She thought before speaking. She bit her lip lightly before looking up to him. “How about we go do that offer now.”

“Yeah that would be great.”

_____

“Oh god Toshi!” (Y/n) screamed out while she felt Ushijima pounding into her non stop. But how about we go back to the start.

Once both adults got to her apartment things got heated. Her dress was now on the floor, he lost his and so on until they made it into her room. Wakatoshi had lifted her into his arms, his now hard cock rubbed against her core with each movement. And just as he was going to lay her on the bed she stopped him. “We’re forgetting something.” She kisses his lips before sitting him down on the edge of the bed.

While she was gone for the moment he looked around her room to notice her camera was set up. She must have made a video recently. Then his thoughts went to them. He knew she didn’t have sex with others and record it. But a part of him wished he could say he could. He wanted to have her record him ruining her, leaving her marks, making her feel good, but only by him.

That was when she came back. The short skirt and the top that cropped at her waist. God he loved it so much. He was feeling bold today. “How about you record us?”

Her eyes widened, “But-but won’t you get in trouble or something?”

“Well not in trouble. But it would just be a lot of public attention.” He paused to think, “Do you have a mask or something?”

“A mask?”

“Yeah, or can you make one?”

“Mm, yeah. I have an old beanie.’

“Good.”

_____

She had finished cutting up an old beanie of hers with three holes.Two for the eyes and one for the mouth, it would cover up his hair and face, but not really his voice.

Now she sat on her bed facing the camera trying to tease the man behind it. She kept a close eye on Wakatoshi. She watched him watch him glide her hands on her body. Her hand drifting to her nipple under her top and lightly pulling. And then her hand made its way down her stomach to her thighs, she was about to touch her core when a booming voice. “Stop.”

Not only was she confused but the people on the live stream were as well. Usually she never had other people so it was a surprise to them.

Wakatoshi made his way over to her. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. He began to start rubbing his clothed cock over over her thong. She let out a light whine, she moved her head to the side to let him kiss it. He moved his hips up against her slowly grinding against her as he gave kisses up and down her next till he found one spot.

Her moan turned into a small little laugh. She could feel the smile on his lips before he spoke, “What’s so funny?” He moved to another spot and sucked.

She sucked in her breath, “I-it’s just you look like you just robbed my apartment and now you’re just using me.”

He stopped, “Is that so? I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you.” He whispered but it was still enough for the people on the stream to hear.

She felt a shiver go down her spine. She cleared her throat. “Maybe.” She said lightly.

Wakatoshi pulled his face away to watch over her shoulder. He dropped his hands down to open her legs wider, one hand pulled up her skirt while the other started to rub her covered core. He could already feel the fabric of the thong being wet. He could feel himself getting more hard.

Wakatoshi pulled her panties to the side before rubbing her clit. His fingers went lower and he could feel all the juices quickly covering his fingers. He moved his fingers in circular motions to help spread the wetness. Then he slowly entered a finger in her. She didn’t moan loud, she just made a single gasping noise, a noise he was now becoming obsessed with. He then felt her hand fall on his, he didn't know why, maybe to help guide him or just for support. And her other hand, it was in front of her lips trying to hold in any sound she made.

He continued his motions for a while, but he stopped when he felt her clenching around his fingers. He pulled them out and placed them in her mouth, “Suck.” And she did, she sucked on his fingers while grinding into him. Once she sucked them clean he sat her up quickly while removing his boxers and then sat right back down with her on his lap. He could now feel her wet pussy drenching his cock. “You like it when people watch you fuck don’t you? Or do I just make you that wet?” (Y/n) closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest as she felt the head of is cock start making its way in. “B-both.”

Wakatoshi slowly started to push in, “If you had to pick between me and them who would you pick? Who could make you cum more?” By the time he finished his question her pussy took all of him, it made him groan a bit, it was tighter than he expected.

“You, only you could.” She kept her head turned away, a small tear ran down from how full she felt.

“That’s right.” Wakatoshi started to thrust against her, he felt her bouncing on him to match this pace of his thrusts. “God look at you. You’re such a needy little slut. You like my cock don’t you?”

(Y/n) nodded, words wouldn’t come out from her mouth, this caused Wakatoshi to thrust into her harder. She let out a moan while Wakatoshi tilted her face to look back at him more, “I asked you a question. I expect a response.”

“Yes! I love your cock so much Wa-” Her voice was cut off by two of his fingers being placed in her mouth. She started to suck, even if her head was a bit hazy she knew she just needed to suck, she almost said his name.

Hearing her almost say his name drove him insane. And the feeling of her sucking on his fingers drove him to the edge. His thrusts became erratic, he could feel her walls tighten around him, he could already feel himself wanting to cum. He felt a bit bad for getting so caught up in everything since he had forgotten to put on a condom, but another part of him didn’t care.

The room was now filled with her muffled moans and whimpering along with the sound of his slapping against hers. It was all so overwhelming for both of them. But one final thrust he gave her was enough to have her walls clenching so tight around him as she came. The tightness was enough to milk him and have him pour out everything in her.

Both of their motions stopped. The once noisy room was now silent but their heavy breathing. And on the other side of the camera were thousands of people who were shocked. There were so many things going through their head. She started a live of her getting fucked, getting fucked in an outfit that could only be connected to Wakatoshi, and the fact that the man behind the mask was most likely the famous volleyball player Wakatoshi Ushijima.

Not only that, but the fact that they kept going.

Wakatoshi positioned her in front of the camera, on her hands and knees with him behind her. Not even finished coming down from her high he already pushed himself in her again. She let out a light scream feeling him drilling into her again. He knew (Y/n) was still sensitive and took advantage of that. Wakatoshi raised his hand and slapped her ass lightly. Not getting a response from her he did it again, this time a bit harder. But it wasn't enough, the only responses he got were her body jolting from the pain.

He had remembered the words that people had repeated that came from her mouth ‘And the way he spikes the ball that hard, you just know he spank you that hard.’ He gave her one last hit, “Oh god Toshi!” She screamed out. He should have covered her mouth but at this point he didn’t care. He just kept going. The way she looked on her knees, her back dipping and her ass red. He could already feel himself getting closer.

“T-toshi?” He didn’t know if it was a question or her just calling out his name. “I-i wanna see your face.” His movements slowed down. He wasn’t going to refuse her. He pulled out and helped her lay on her back. He went in between her legs. He was about to push in again but was stopped.

“Wait, turn off the stream. I want this part to be just for me.” She said before pulling him down to kiss her. He could feel himself melting in the kiss. After they pulled away he got up and turned off the stream and moved the camera away. Wakatoshi turned back to see her still laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. He let out a chuckle which made her look up. She watched as he slowly moved above her and between her legs again.

“What’s so funny?”

“Not funny. It’s just watching you lay on the bed like that was cute.”

(Y/n) reached up and pulled off his mask. She looked at his face and pulled him down to kiss her. After they pulled apart Toshi looked down to help guide his cock to her entrance. (Y/n)’s eyes slowly drifted to the mirror on her ceiling. It was just as she imagined it. His back muscles showing, him thrusting into her, yet it wasn’t just fucking anymore. After the camera turned off it had turned into making love. It was no longer rough, it was slow paced mixed with a normal pace. Just them both enjoying the moment. Wakatoshi had even removed the outfit she was wearing. He wanted to enjoy every single curve in her body, every dent. He wanted to take everything in.

They both did. They wanted to enjoy this moment before the big storm that was going to come from the video.

But they could just deal with that another day. Right now was just them. Just that moment and no other.