#i wish there were more hq shots from this ���

[kimkaitual]

Sangyeon — MAPS Magazine, April 2022 ↳ for @fleeceyang ♡ send me a request

[drabblesandimagines]

Cramped

Inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting prompt 1080! "I can't stop thinking about kissing you." "And what are you going to do about that?" Leon Kennedy x gn reader

“I can’t do this.” Leon mutters under his breath, but you hear it as clear as day from your position.

How could you not, seeing as you’re currently only an inch away from his chest, his head nearly resting atop your own?

You’ve been trapped in this tiny storage cupboard for at least 20 minutes now, waiting for Hunnigan to give the all-clear that all 27 heat signals had dispersed from outside your current location. You would describe yourself as a relatively decent shot, Leon more so, but the numbers weren’t in your favour.

“Claustrophobic?” You whisper back, cautious that your voice may carry. You wish you could shift your left foot ever so slightly, currently standing awkwardly over a bucket that was sat at the bottom at the cupboard when you entered.

“No.” He has his hands braced either side of you against the opposite wall, seemingly caging you in more than the cupboard is. Your arms awkwardly hung by your side, painfully aware of how if you moved even slightly forward you’d be pressing your front into his chest, fingers ghosting against his hips.

“I can’t do this.” Leon says again. “Missions - with you.”

“Oh, come on,” you wish you could step back so you could give him a proper withering stare. “You can’t blame me every time something goes wrong. The intel definitely said only five guards were on site at any one time.”

“No. I mean, I…” He’d rub the bridge of his nose if he could bring his arm forward to do it without hitting you in the process. “I can’t concentrate.” You scoff, immediately defensive. “And how is that my fault?” “Because I can’t stop thinking about kissing you!” Silence. “Oh.” “Yes, oh.” He mocks, frustrated. He's meant to be better than this. Hell, he usually is when the two of you are paired up. Leon’s flirty, sure, but he knows to be professional when it’s a matter of life and death, and trapped in a cupboard with a number of hostiles outside is definitely a time when he should be at his most focused. But ever since the two of you retreated in here, all he can think about is how close you are, how good you smell, the warmth of your body pressed up against his, how he could place his fingers under your chin, tilt your head up… “Well, what are you going to do about it?”

“Sorry?” He looks down at you in disbelief, sure he’s misheard. “I said,” you lift your hand and trail your fingers up his chest before you rest it just above his pounding heart and meet those soft blue eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”

He doesn’t need a third invitation, dropping his hands from the wall. One arm wraps around your waist, bringing you needlessly forward that final inch, your left thigh finding its way between his in lieu of anywhere else to go. His other hands grabs the back of your head and tilts it up to meet his lips, stealing your breath with a deep, frantic kiss... Hunnigan smiles to herself as she leans back in her chair at HQ, your voices falling silent on the comms in what she suspects is the result of other activity – Leon had left the channel open when you'd been forced to find cover. It’s only when she hears Kennedy let out a muffled moan that she taps to disconnect the audio, her suspicions now well and truly confirmed. The computer screen in front of her shows a blueprint of the factory, where two red dots reside in the small storage cupboard she’d directed them to after she’d ‘alerted’ them to the unwelcome company. She still needs to work out how to explain the sudden disappearance of 27 hostiles, but it’s worth it so she won’t be forced to watch the two of you dance awkwardly around each other in the office anymore.

--- This is probably the closest to a drabble I've ever gotten despite my blog name, ha! Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

PS: Thanks to @porcelainseashore for helping me clarify the ending <3

[lizzy06]

Atsumu Miya x Reader Fic Recs!!

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A Debt Repaid✨ by matchumu (oneshot, sibling love)"Just keep the money." Atsumu repeats. "Don't think of it as a charity. Just think of it as a debt repaid."It was Miya Atsumu who bought the first Onigiri Miya store. [COMPLETED]

a world without you by my side by farozaan (oneshot, happy ending, waking up in alternate au, time travel) He wanted just a single day without his brother all around him. That would be paradise. Miya Osamu makes a wish and regrets it. [COMPLETED]

shrimply in love ✨ by @caelivir (oneshot, fluff) atsumu wholeheartedly prayed that you forgot how you first met, and for a while he believed that you did. that is until he finds the literal token from that day.[COMPLETED]

MSBY! Soulmate x Reader by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, slight angst to fluff, mutual pinning)You knew all about his personality, whether through the rumor vine or the numerous warnings your friends gave you. But there was no avoiding it - he was your soulmate after all .[COMPLETED]

The Boy Next door by @quirrrky (neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers) Your new neighbor is everything you’ll never ask for. Your life starts changing for better and for worse when Miya Atsumu rents the apartment next to you. The most unfortunate part? Everything about him. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? [HIATUS??] <this is a lovely fic but has not been updated in a while, but I am still putting it up here !!>

In Screaming Color✨ by moonmayhem (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)A soulmate AU where, if you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair changes as well. [COMPLETED]

an epilogue of sorts by mooshys (oneshot, fluff, humor)Atsumu wants to prove that he definitely knows his way around the kitchen by opting to cook dinner for you to celebrate your one year anniversary together. Thing is, he needs a little help if he wants to impress you tonight.[COMPLETED]

Shower Friends ✨✨by just_j(fake dating, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst)The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s even remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. And when he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme to convince them he does. [COMPLETED]

A Genius mess by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff)Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.[COMPLETED]

(un)loving miya atsumu✨✨ by alicemitch09(angst, Unrequited love, Jealousy, Happy ending)You were 9 when you first met the Miya twins when you moved to Hyogo. The two boys would eventually turn to be your closest friends, as much as rascals the two can be. you loved one twin more than the other - a love that was more than friendship. Sadly, Atsumu obviously loved your big sister more. Of course he did, she was everything you were not.[COMPLETED]

incomplete song ✓✨ | angst, post break up | one shot | by @tooruluv

Hecklin' ✨by Airomi (fluff, humor) according to your experience, bothering someone so much that they fall in love. [COMPLETED]

Call You Mine [Miya Atsumu X Reader] by tsumusamu(friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pinning)Being in unrequited love with your best friend sucks. It's even worse when the friend you're in love with is Miya Atsumu. [ONGOING]

That's My Girl by wttcsms(oneshot, smut) Atsumu Miya gets jealous.[COMPLETED]

Jealous atsumu ✨ by @etherrreal (oneshot, fluff, comfort)atsumu swears he’s not the jealous type, until the pictures you post with his brother prove him wrong.[COMPLETED]

little changes ✨by kuroopaisen (enemies to friend to lovers, past roommates )Miya Atsumu is the bane of your existence. but, that means different things at different times of your life.[COMPLETED]

Mind Boggling Pt 1, Pt 2✨ by @seokiloquy (soulmate au, fluff, humor)At particular times (Once a year/ certain age/ hours/ or randomly) soulmates swap bodies for some time.[COMPLETED]

“These Words”  by @myhaikyuuthings (oneshot, soulmate au, angst)soulmate au your soulmates last words ever said are on your body, they turn red when said, first words ever said to you are on another part of your body, they turn gold when said.[COMPLETED]

with our fates tangled together by @chunhua (oneshot, angst to fluff) soulmates are bound together by a red string.[COMPLETED]

Unexpectedly yours by @love-nishinoya-yu (Soulmate au, oneshot) You have the same tattoos.[COMPLETED]

nice receive✨   by @tsumusamu (oneshot, fluu, humor) eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don’t go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it’s easy to see why.[COMPLETED]

I’m Here, So Sleep by @dokifluffs (oneshot, fluff, comfort) Warnings: anxiety towards school and life, overthinking, insomnia. [COMPLETED]

Set the Bar High by BeansNCornbread(enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, angst)A college AU where you work at an off campus bar and when Atsumu finds this out, he never leaves you alone. Classic enemies to lovers storyline with serendipity, snide comments, and a whole lot of sexual tension.[COMPLETED]

you're not the one✨ ✨ by heartcondemned (fake dating, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst) How to make your lifelong crush jealous and like you back? Easy.Fake date one of his friends. [COMPLETED]

So...What do Ya say? by @yourstarvic After finding your fiancé you have been with many years cheating on your best friend. You tried to confront them but they never showed up…So what do you do? You drink at the bar trying to figure out what to do. And who else there to help you if not the good looking stranger you met at the bar? [COMPLETED]

Email Me Why✨ by @yourstarvic(oneshot, fluff, humor)Atsumu needs to come up with the perfect email to go on a date with his captain's little sister. [COMPLETED]

You okay? by @yourstarvic (oneshot, angst) It's your wedding day, atsumu is sad. [COMPLETED]

lazy texter by myhugelove (fluff, humor, online friends to lovers) a short fic in which a schoolmate who is not on his phone much suddenly becomes great at texting when it comes to you. [COMPLETED]

you found me✨ by Amy_stark117(fluff, angst, eventual smut)Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way. You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class. [COMPLETED]

7 Reasons by Channelei(mutual pinning, fluff, humor)in which you realize why you fell in love with your hot headed, over-confident, cocky, arrogant asshole of a best friend.[COMPLETED]

then the moment came by @justauthoring (oneshot, soulmate au, loosely based of silent voice) It just never was the right time. Not then, not later, until it suddenly is and everything’s… different.[COMPLETED]

Diligence ✨by kaientai (friends to lovers, childhood friends, requited unrequited love) Diligence requires the courage of a fool who wouldn't think twice before walking into an open flame, and in the span of a few months, your childhood friend Atsumu proved that he truly is one of the biggest fools to date. [COMPLETED]

Forget me,too ✨ by @saintobio (oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort, past lovers) after a series of broken promises and unresolved arguments, perhaps all atsumu needed is to hear you say good bye for one last time.[COMPLETED]

sweetner ✨ by flying_raijin(fake dating, fluff, angst, humor)you're just being petty. Faking a relationship with the first guy in sight after the love of your life dumps you out of nowhere? [COMPLETED]

How He Shows You Affection by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

He’s My Best Friend by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

White noise ✨ by 1keshi(childhood friends, friends to lovers, slowburn, fluff, angst) you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do? [COMPLETED]

A Bit Yours ✨by Declaraso (fake dating, enemies to lovers, humor) Atsumu's clumsy with words. You think he's a jerk. But for some reason, you both agreed to go through such a stupid plan.[COMPLETED]

The Breaking Point✨ by melremade(smut, oneshot)They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. When it comes to Miya Atsumu, it might as well be a brick wall topped with barbed wire and surrounded by a minefield. [COMPLETED]

Perfect Union by wttcsms(oneshot, fluff, smut, friends to lovers)[COMPLETED]

Laws of Motion by miyachondria (friends to lovers, slowburn)First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage -- according to every other person.[ONGOING]

(1) One Missed Call by satorini (teetorini)(smut)You work for an anonymous phone sex business on campus, and you would have never guessed that your first client would be the Atsumu Miya—most popular guy on campus who sits three seats ahead of you in calculus. And you're pretty sure he doesn't even know you exist. [ONGOING]

One Day by flying_raijin()When you get asked by Vogue Japan to be the star of their "Day in the life of a Pro Volleyball player" video, you agree because you don't think there's much that could go wrong. Unfortunately, your boyfriend is an absolute menace, and decides to act as such for the whole world to see.[COMPLETED]

FWB by flying_siphonophore(fluff, smut, angst, mutual pinning)What comes after a kiss that shouldn't have happened in the first place?[COMPLETED]

lovestruck, watching over you by strawberricream(fluff, mutual pinning)in your second year of high school, you catch atsumu’s eye. he tries to get to know you when he realizes that it didn’t take much work to open you up. in your third year together in the same class, he realizes that the hard work came from elsewhere.[COMPLETED]

Storm Chaser by sunmoonstarsrain()Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it's impossible to tame a storm.[COMPLETED]

A Second Chance by Gremlin_Lord (Unplanned pregnancy, angst, fluff) Atsumu broke up with you 3 years ago. But fate had other plans and decided to reunite the two together with your kid along. [ONGOING]

[lvoryingrid]

The Cabin In The Woods

Levi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of a Titan battle, Levi Ackerman and (Y/n) seek shelter in a forest cabin. The rivalry between them turns into an unexpected intimacy as subtle touches escalate.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact : contains 18+ content, smut/erotica

The battlefield was a symphony of chaos, with the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. Levi Ackerman, humanity's greatest hope, moved with unparalleled grace, his blades dancing through the tumult like a deadly waltz. Thunderous roars of Titans reverberated around him, accompanied by the desperate cries of soldiers caught in the merciless grip of the war.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Levi's steel-blue gaze focused on (Y/n)’s face. Her movements were a ballet of survival, each strike a testament to her unyielding determination. As their eyes met in a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between them, a recognition of the shared struggle against a common enemy.

"(Y/n)! Watch your left flank!" Levi's voice cut through the cacophony, a sharp command born of necessity rather than animosity. She shot him a quick glance, a mixture of irritation and acknowledgment in her eyes. "I don't need you to babysit me, Captain!"

The Titans closed in, and Levi fought with a controlled fury, dispatching the colossal foes with calculated precision. Yet, in the back of his mind, a growing unease nagged at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away, that the stakes were higher than ever.

In the midst of the relentless battle, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves back to back, defending each other against the onslaught. The clash of steel against Titan flesh created a chaotic melody, punctuated by the occasional exchange of glances and shared determination.

Levi smirked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just making sure you don't get yourself killed. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the chance to lose to me again."

Her response was a scoff, but there was a glimmer of a smirk hidden beneath the exterior. "You wish, Captain. I can handle myself just fine. I just don't want to waste my energy saving your sorry ass," she shot back, a glint of camaraderie in her eyes."

Levi raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance breaking through his stern expression. "Don't get too cocky. We've got a long way to go."

The battlefield gradually fell silent as Levi and (Y/n) found themselves veering away from the main force, their surroundings becoming a dense forest. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the landscape as ominous clouds gathered overhead. The first droplets of rain splattered against their uniforms, gradually evolving into a relentless downpour.

Levi cast a sideways glance at (Y/n), raindrops clinging to her disheveled (h/c) hair. "We need to find shelter before we get drenched. HQ can wait until tomorrow."

(Y/n) shot him a defiant look, raindrops clinging to her disheveled hair. "I don't need you to state the obvious, Captain. I'm not stupid."

Levi rolled his eyes, his annoyance evident. "Just follow my lead and try not to slow me down."

They trudged deeper into the forest, the tension between them palpable. The rain intensified, turning the path ahead into a muddy quagmire. The sound of raindrops pelting leaves and the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the trees, creating an atmosphere thick with unease.

Levi's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of shelter. "There should be a safehouse not too far from here. We can regroup and head to HQ in the morning."

As they ventured deeper, the tension between them gave way to an unspoken understanding. The rivalry that had defined their interactions now danced on the edge of something more—a raw and unexplored passion simmering beneath the surface.

Finally, through the dense trees, a dilapidated cabin emerged. The wood creaked and groaned under the rain, but it seemed like the only refuge they had. Levi pushed the door open, and they entered, their soaked uniforms clinging to their bodies.

The cabin's interior was dimly lit, shadows playing on the worn walls. Levi couldn't ignore the flicker of vulnerability in (Y/n)'s eyes, her guard momentarily down. "We'll stay here for the night. Tomorrow, we head to HQ."

(Y/n) nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The air in the cabin crackled with tension as they realized the close quarters they'd be sharing. The rivalry that had fueled their interactions now seemed like a thin veil hiding a deeper connection.

As the storm outside intensified, the two found themselves huddled in the cabin, the air thick with unspoken words. The flickering lantern cast shadows on Levi's face, accentuating the lines of fatigue and determination.

"I never thought I'd find myself stuck in a creepy cabin with you," (Y/n) teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

Levi's stoic exterior cracked just a bit, a subtle smirk appearing. "Consider it a special fucking treat."

Levi's keen eyes scanned the dimly lit cabin, searching for any available resources. Spotting a stack of old planks in the corner, he gathered them and set to work on starting a fire. The flickering flames cast a warm glow across the worn interior, revealing the exhaustion etched on both their faces.

As the fire began to crackle, Levi glanced over at (Y/n), who stood shivering in the corner, her wet clothes clinging to her like a second skin. With a barely audible sigh, he got up, his movements purposeful. "Stay put."

(Y/n) shot him a skeptical look but complied, watching as Levi disappeared into the shadows of the cabin. He returned moments later, holding a dusty, moth-eaten blanket. Without a word, he tossed it towards her.

"Here, wrap yourself in this. Your clothes are soaked, remove them" Levi instructed, his tone gruff but carrying an underlying concern.

(Y/n) caught the blanket, eyeing him warily. "You're not planning to play the hero, are you?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not doing this for you; it's for my own peace of mind. I don't need you catching a cold and slowing us down tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes, attempting to brush off the subtle act of kindness. "Well, aren't you just a gentleman in shining armor."

Levi scowled, irritation flickering across his features. "Quit the sarcasm and do as I say. It's practical, not chivalry."

Levi's gaze flickered away as (Y/n) began to peel off her wet clothes, the fire's dim light casting an ethereal glow on her silhouette. She could feel the weight of his discomfort, a strange mixture of vulnerability and an unfamiliar tension in the air.

"(Y/n), don't make this more awkward than it needs to be. Just get dry," Levi muttered, his eyes fixed on the fire in a futile attempt to avoid the scene unfolding before him.

(Y/n) shot him a wry grin, her usual defiance cutting through the air. "Oh, Captain, can't handle a little skin? I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy."

Levi scowled, irritation evident. "This isn't the time for your sarcasm. Just get yourself warmed up and get some rest. We have a long day ahead."

As she covered herself with the blanket, the glow of the fire outlined the curves and scars on her body. Levi couldn't help but steal a glance, the flicker of the flames highlighting the strength and resilience etched into every mark. For a moment, the intensity of their rivalry faded, and Levi found himself oddly captivated by the vulnerability in front of him.

(Y/n) caught the fleeting look in his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Captain, I never thought I'd see the day when the great Levi, would be caught ogling."

Levi's cheeks tinged with a hint of red, a rare occurrence for the stoic soldier. "I'm not ogling. Just making sure you're not going to collapse from exhaustion."

She chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. "Sure, Captain. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin's roof, creating a soothing backdrop to the awkward tension that hung in the air. As (Y/n) settled under the blanket, she couldn't resist the opportunity to further tease Levi, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact.

"Captain," she called out with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "aren't you feeling a bit chilly yourself? You look like you've taken a swim in the river."

Levi shot her an annoyed glare, his irritation evident. "I'm fine. This isn't a cozy campfire, and I'm not here for your entertainment."

(Y/n) chuckled, undeterred by his gruff demeanor. "Oh, come on, Captain. We wouldn't want you catching a cold now, would we? That'd be a tragedy."

Levi clenched his jaw, his annoyance reaching new heights. "I don't need your concern, and I certainly don't need your commentary. Just get some rest."

But (Y/n), never one to back down from a little banter, decided to up the ante. With a sly smile, she shifted under the blanket, feigning a shiver. "You sure about that, Captain? Your teeth seem to be doing a little dance there. Maybe we should huddle together for warmth."

Levi's eyes narrowed, a barely audible growl escaping his throat. "I said, I'm fine."

Undeterred, she continued to playfully prod him. "You know, it's scientifically proven that body heat is the best way to stay warm. Just saying."

Levi shot her a withering look, his annoyance now accompanied by a faint blush. "I don't need your suggestions, and I certainly don't need to 'scientifically prove' anything with you."

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at his expense. "Relax, Captain. I'm just messing with you. No need to get all hot and bothered."

Levi rolled his eyes, his frustration evident. "I'm not bothered. Just get some rest before I decide to leave you out in the rain."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, Captain, if you change your mind and decide you need some warmth, I'll be right here."

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and despite Levi's attempts to brush off the chill, his trembling form betrayed the cold that had settled into his bones. (Y/n), under the worn-out blanket, couldn't help but notice the subtle shivers that ran through him.

"You're freezing, Captain," she remarked with a raised eyebrow, her teasing tone giving way to genuine concern.

Levi shot her a glare, his pride evident. "I've faced worse than a bit of rain."

(Y/n) sighed, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "You can drop the tough act, Levi. We're not in the middle of a battlefield now. We're just two people trying to stay warm."

Levi scowled but didn't offer any further protest. The truth was, the relentless rain had taken its toll, and his ego was the only thing keeping him from admitting it. With a begrudging acknowledgment, he finally mumbled, "Fine, but don't get any ideas."

(Y/n) chuckled, shifting to make room for him under the blanket. "No promises, Captain. Just trying to survive the night."

Levi shot her a warning look before begrudgingly starting to remove his wet clothes. The fire's dim light flickered over his scars and the defined muscles that spoke of years of battles. As he shuffled into the blanket, (Y/n) couldn't help but smirk at the irony of their situation.

"See? That's not so bad, is it?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Levi grunted in response, avoiding eye contact. "This doesn't change anything. I'm only doing this to shut you up."

The fire's dying embers cast a soft glow across the cabin, and with every flicker, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves drawn closer under the blanket. The initial distance that had defined their makeshift alliance began to close, replaced by a palpable tension that hung in the air like the storm outside.

Levi, still maintaining a semblance of stoicism, shifted slightly, unintentionally brushing against (Y/n). The brief contact sent a shiver down both their spines, an electric charge that neither could ignore. The subtle touches, once accidental, now held a weight of unspoken possibilities.

"(Y/n), watch where you're putting your damn elbows," Levi grumbled, his attempt to mask the underlying tension evident in the gruffness of his voice.

She shot him a sidelong glance, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, I can't control where my elbows go. Maybe you're just too close."

Levi scowled but didn't pull away, the proximity between them amplifying the uncharted territory they found themselves navigating. The cabin, once just a refuge from the storm, became a space where the lines between rivalry and something more blurred.

As the rain outside dwindled to a gentle patter, the quiet cabin seemed to amplify the sound of their breaths. The air became charged with a quiet anticipation, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

(Y/n) couldn't resist the temptation, her hand subtly finding its way to Levi's arm. The touch, feather-light and seemingly innocent, sent a shockwave through both of them. Levi's gaze flickered towards her, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in dynamics.

Levi cleared his throat, attempting to break the tension. "Keep your damn hands to yourself."

(Y/n) smirked, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his arm. "I'm just trying to stay warm."

Levi, irritated by the unexpected turn of events and the unsettling tension in the air, decided to retaliate in his own way. With a calculated smirk, he shifted closer to (Y/n), his fingers gently trailing along her arm in a manner that mirrored her earlier touch.

"Don't get too comfortable. This isn't an invitation," Levi remarked, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement.

She raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh, Captain, didn't know you had it in you. Looks like the great Captain can't resist a little intimacy."

Levi scowled, attempting to maintain his composure. "This is purely practical. Don't read too much into it."

The banter continued, each subtle touch carrying an undercurrent of challenge. As the cabin remained shrouded in the quiet sounds of the rain and crackling fire, the atmosphere became charged with an unexpected energy.

In a moment of boldness, (Y/n) decided to turn the tables. Her fingers trailed along Levi's jawline, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, you're not fooling anyone. I can feel the heat radiating off you."

Levi's breath caught in his throat for a split second, his usual stoic facade momentarily faltering. "I told you, it's for warmth. Nothing more."

But (Y/n) wasn't deterred, her touch becoming more deliberate. "You know, Captain, sometimes actions speak louder than words."

"You're pushing your luck," Levi growled, the lines of annoyance and desire blurring in his eyes.

She met his gaze with a challenging stare, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Is that a threat, Captain? Or perhaps an invitation?"

Levi, not one to back down, closed the remaining distance between them, grabbing her by her hair. The frustration that had simmered beneath the surface now boiled over, fueling a passion neither had expected. In a moment of heated intensity, their lips collided, a clash of desire that silenced the banter and left only the echoes of their shared breaths.

The kiss, at first fueled by frustration, quickly morphed into something deeper—an exploration of uncharted territories and emotions that neither had dared to acknowledge. As their lips moved in a rhythm born of a newfound connection, the storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest of emotions within the cabin.

When they finally broke apart, (Y/n) and Levi were left breathless, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that transcended words. The fire, though now reduced to embers, seemed to burn brighter in the aftermath of their passionate exchange.

Levi, his usual composure momentarily shattered, struggled to find the right words. "This... doesn't change anything. We're not suddenly buddy buddy because of a kiss."

(Y/n), a flush of warmth coloring her cheeks, smiled with a hint of mischief. "Who said it had to? Maybe it's just something between us, Captain."

Her words sent a thrill of anticipation through Levi, and he felt himself grow hard against her. Unable to contain himself any longer, Levi roughly pushed (Y/n) back against the floor, pinning her beneath him. Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was a spark of anticipation in their depths that told him she wasn't entirely opposed to this development.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck, as he whispered "Is that what you want?" he growled, his voice gruff, rough with desire. "Do you want me to touch you, that bad?" As he felt her nipples harden beneath his palms. He cupped her breasts, playing with them before lifting them so he could kiss and suckle her nipples.

(Y/n) arched her back, pressing her breasts further into Levi's hands as his lips and tongue teased her nipples mercilessly. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading like electricity through her entire body. "Levi" she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Yes, please, touch me."

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" His fingers, reached down her body playing with her pussy, as he continued the relentless teasing, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, making her body tremble with anticipation. "Oh, please, yes," she moaned a hint of impatience in her voice, arching her back even further, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "I want you."

Levi smiled wickedly, his eyes glinting with lust. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, still teasing her with his fingers. "Tell me how bad you want this."

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else." Her hips bucked upward, seeking the connection she ached for, and his thumb brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

With one swift movement, Levi positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection pressing against her wet folds. Smirking at the thought that he barely touched her and she was that wet for him. He leaned in, his lips finding her ear, and growled, "I've wanted this since the moment I fucking met you. Fuck you so hard you won't be able to say anything else but my name" With that, he pushed himself inside her, filling her up in one deep stroke that made her cry out in pleasure.

As Levi thrust into her, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this small, intimate space. The sounds of their bodies colliding and the wet slapping of skin on skin, filled the air. He moved with a savage grace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, his powerful body braced above hers. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she met his thrusts, their hips moving in perfect rhythm.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. The tension that had built up within her since their confrontation finally released, coursing through her like an electric current. She arched her back off the floor, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she felt the familiar tightening in her core.

"Oh, god, Levi," she moaned, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping up with his pace. "Don't stop." she said as her hands found their way to his dark hair.

He growled, his lips finding her neck, leaving a mark as he thrust harder, deeper. "I'm not going to stop. Not until you're screaming for more." His hips slammed against hers again and again, the friction building up with each passing second.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with the intensity of their passion, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers, his sweat mingling with hers. Her muscles began to quiver, her orgasm barreling down on her like a runaway train.

"Levi," she cried out, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure washed over her.

His movements became even more frenzied, his thrusts more urgent as he felt her body begin to convulse around him. With a harsh groan, he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, and emptied himself inside her.

As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, Levi collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the carpet. He held her close, his breathing labored as he tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk and muttered, "You're such a fucking brat."

Despite the harsh words, there was a possessive fondness in his tone that she couldn't help but feel warm inside. He rolled off her, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed down at her, his eyes trailing down her body.

"Next time, it'll be in a cleaner environment," he said with a wink. "I'll make sure we have a bed or something."

"You're unbelievable," she remarked, her eyes meeting Levi's with a mixture of amusement and warmth. The flickering light cast a gentle glow over the scene, highlighting the vulnerability beneath their tough exteriors.

With a swift motion, he covered their bodies with the blanket, the warmth of the fabric cocooning them in a shared space. "You know, your scientific facts might have some truth to them."

Masterlist

[nekomasmngr]

a love to keep me warm

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ kageyama tobio x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

✦ synopsis : you find yourself stuck in the last place you wanted to be for Christmas and think it’s better to hole yourself up in your dorm, throwing your own pity party for the holiday. turns out, kageyama tobio was the plot twist in your lonely holiday that you needed. ⋆⁺₊❅.

✦ contents : smidge of angst but happy ending, cursing (right at the beginning), little awkward tobio with a crush, maybe some very cheesy writing of loser/s falling in love — WC : 4k

✦ author notes : written for @hiraethwrote, merry merry christmas, hea!! i hope you're enjoying your holidays so far!! and im so so sorry this was a tad bit late, (although at the moment, it's still the 29th somewhere in the world <3); in collaboration with “hq x reader secret santa” hosted by the amazing, wonderful, inspiring @lale-txt; i really enjoyed participating in this and loved being around/part of a community of more x reader lovers, thank you for making this last quarter of the year feel a little less lonelier than usual, so by extension, this piece is also dedicated to anyone who found themselves feeling lonely this year, but shouldn't be. i see you and am sending all the virtual hugs, love, and care to you. i wish only for this new year will treat you better and bring people who deserve your energy to stick by your side until the next christmas. <3 p.s. this was barelllyyyy proofread so i apologize for the grammar mistakes, run on sentences, and probably cringy dialogue? i feel really rusty in writing but this definitely inspired me to keep practicing and i enjoyed spinning this tale <3

✦ christmas lights header by @nectardaddy, tysm!! u rockkk <3

“What the fuck?”

At this point, you couldn’t keep count of the number of times this has happened. The glowing LED screen that featured a picturesque sight of one of your so-called closest friends dressed in a flowy, white dress, running away from the incoming crash of the wave, smiling brightly off camera, right at a bunch of other no-names you’ve never met (probably her high school friends). Your eyes start to burn as you swipe through the rest of the pictures in the carousel of continuous shots of these people at the beach. 

You vividly recalled how this friend of yours was so adamant on cancelling your holiday plans two weeks ago because she came down with the “flu”, despite having scheduled them 2 months before. You knew it was a weak excuse.

Who even cancels plans because of a flu 2 weeks before an event?

You scoffed bitterly as you stalk the other girls from the profile to see when exactly they took this little beach trip of theirs, trying to understand why your friend canceled on your holiday plans but said yes to other people’s plans. 

But the longer you scrolled, the longer you became sick to your stomach. You were sick of this behavior. Sick of being alone. Of being lonely.

The efforts you put into saving up for your girls’ trip with her, pulling in extra late night shifts at work and on weekends. You even rescheduled your trip back home, so you were stuck over this weekend on campus thinking you were supposed to be packing for your road trip with her that very same weekend.

 If your “closest” friend didn’t want to spend the holidays with you, then who actually would?  

You didn’t even realize you were crying until continuous drops of tears fell on your screen, blurring not only your own sight, but distorting the smiles from another beach photo of the sunset backdrop, droplets blending in with the waves on screen as if giving you a taste of its salty waters. 

“You alright?” 

A deep voice startled you from your intense gaze with your phone. You quickly wiped whatever stray tears were still caught in your lashes, hoping the streaks down your face were unnoticeable under the fluorescent lights of the study hall. 

It was one of the most deserted places at the moment with students having wrapped up most of their exams before the winter break started, save for a few who had one nasty paper to submit that evening or who chose to stay for the break, like you. 

Packing up your things as fast as you can, you muttered a quick “just fine,” before catching the gaze of the concerned party that belonged to the most beautiful shade of dark blue eyes that almost made you stop in your stance to see what kind shade of blue they truly were.

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You checked yourself in your reflection of the metal doors of the elevator of your dorm, making sure traces of your snot nose and red eyes were unnoticeable. You didn’t want to scare the convenience store people at your disheveled state, but you figured they’ve seen worse looking people than someone who just spent a couple of hours crying their eyes till their puffy and dehydrated, dull skin. 

As you walked down to grab some snacks and stock up on some milk and soda, you could tell that the holiday spirit fell short this year. Sure, there were the customary string of Christmas lights and wreaths lined up on your university walls. But outside them, among the people, you can’t help but reflect on how quickly people grow up, get wrapped up in their own drama and business, and change priorities; forgetting to spend time with the people who were actually part of your year.

But what’s new? You were disappointed in your friend, but couldn’t help but blame yourself. You must have done something to her that made her cancel, or maybe you just weren’t as important to her as she was to you.

The familiar sting of tears grew in your eyes and you definitely didn’t want to cry in the middle of the nearest campus convenience store. So you just shook it off, pushed your “friend” and all of your problems with the current state of the holidays to the back of your mind, and focused on your main mission: feeding yourself.

 Not bothering to grab a basket, you filled your arms with your favorite snacks, cup noodles as is customary in every college student’s grocery list. The last thing you needed was your favorite brand of milk from the store’s fridge. What you didn’t see was another hand reaching out for the same carton you wanted. 

“Sorry.” you mumbled, reaching for a second box of milk right behind the first one you were supposed to get. 

“Are you okay?” 

You were startled at the sudden question from this stranger. Was it always normal to make conversation in a convenience store? You lifted your head to properly face your embarrassment.

At this point, you wished you just brushed off this growing awkward interaction and chopped it before it swallowed you whole, as you realized that the beautiful stranger standing in front of you was in fact, Tobio Kageyama. 

The same Tobio Kageyama who's the most active volleyball varsity player in your university. The same Tobio Kageyama who’s been the youngest recruited player for the Japan national volleyball team, participating in the Olympics at 19 years old. The same Tobio Kageyama who’s the same blueberry-eyed guy that definitely saw you crying your eyes out over your phone. 

“I saw you earlier at the study hall.” He almost whispered as if he was afraid to be spilling a dark secret.

You averted your gaze suddenly to check your reflection again on the metal frames of the frozen goods door you were both standing in front of, traces of red eyes gone, but the puffy skin was still there. 

“Sorry, I asked…” He started slowly.

“No! It’s okay.” You quickly answered, not wanting him to actually confirm your embarrassment of being known as the kind of girl that cries at school. “To answer your question…at the time, I wasn’t.”

You sighed thinking you didn’t have the energy to make up an excuse for what he saw, “Now I’m kinda just tired.”

“Right.” He nodded and mumbled. “Me too.”

“Not from crying!” He quickly sputtered out and added, “But from training…and studying?”

You stifled a laugh at his quick save. You don’t recall him ever seeing him stay in the study hall for anything longer than 15 minutes, unless he was seated at a table with a smaller orange haired student that looked way too bright to be in the dreary hall of learning, and an even shorter yellow-haired girl, Yachi, who you recognized from some of your classes. 

He cleared his throat as well as his nerves. “Winter break is coming up.” 

“Got any plans?” Kageyama asked, wanting to keep talking to you. 

“As of earlier, no.” You shrugged off the urge to make something up. 

“Campus is the last place I want to be in right now, but I’m stuck here until maybe after Christmas.” You admitted. 

Kageyama nodded at your honesty. “How bout you?” You asked in turn, continuing the conversation even if you don’t know where it’s going, but this surprising plot twist in your evening felt right. It felt good to speak to someone new. 

As the student-athlete listed down his training plans (read as: holiday break plans), you caught a beautiful sparkle in his eyes that shined brighter as he talked more about his favorite sport and how it isn’t just “training” for him as a student athlete. 

“But I could do something else for the break.” He mumbled as he realized how he was probably boring you with his volleyball tips, but Kageyama’s heart did a little flip as he saw how attentive your soft  gaze was actually focusing on him and how good it felt to be heard.

“Well, good luck with that.” You visibly cringed at how immediately rude that came across, contradicting how warm you felt as he shared his plans. You mentally kicked yourself for your lack of tact and how horrible you were at making friends, let alone maintain your current friendships enough.

You tried to wrack your brain for a better opening to apologize, or possibly offer something else to say to the athlete as you both lined up behind the counter ready to pay for your snacks.

“Would you want to do something?” 

Kageyama’s question brought you out of your marathon of overthinking as you were caught off guard with his sudden invitation. 

“With me?” He added. “For Christmas!”

You blinked in confusion as he stammered out a proposal, but you were patient as he sighed and closed his eyes in embarrassment. 

“Would you want to do something with me for Christmas?”

Any traces of awkwardness left as the air around the two of you suddenly felt cleaner as the cold winter wind bit your cheeks and nose, almost kissing away your puffy eyes. Your heart burned once again, but it wasn’t the painful kind of burn. It was warm and hot that spread rapidly to your numbing fingertips.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, giving him an encouraging smile. 

He finally opened his eyes in surprise. That wasn’t a no! “I…can get back to you on that.” Caught off guard with your acceptance, but nonetheless, the athlete restrained himself from giving a victory fist bump at this good sign.

“Sure.” You smiled, thinking that you didn’t have anything else to lose and you definitely had nowhere to go this weekend. You were definitely intrigued and excited at where this new little adventure can take you.

“Yes?” 

“Yes, Tobio.” You laughed, turning back to  

Tobio’s grip on his plastic bag tightened at the sound of his name coming out of your lips. Now his stomach was really doing backflips. 

“C-can I get your number?” He asked, eager to not let this opportunity slip through his hands. “So I can get back to you for our…um, thing.”

Without realizing it, you’ve both stopped in front of the entrance of your dorm as you both exchanged numbers. 

“Have a good night.” You bid your goodbye as you walked inside your dorm entrance.

“You too.” Kageyama whispered, not even caring if you didn’t hear it as his eyes were stuck in a daze at your retreating figure as it disappeared behind the east wall, but not without glancing back at him with a small smile that struck right in his heart that hit him all the way back to his own dorm building, where Hinata, Yachi, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were all hunched over their board game. 

He plopped his plastic bag of snacks and drinks, ignoring all of Hinata and Tsukishima’s jabs at his tardiness for his long walk back from the store with you was worth all the teasing. 

“Yachi!” He startled his old manager at his sudden outburst.

“What do girls like to do on Christmas?”

Not only did the group erupt with a whole new level of freak out at the surprise of Kageyama’s sudden “thing” with someone who didn’t go to high school with them, but they also learned that it IS possible to get kicked out of the lounge area of the campus dorms for an unacceptable level of “chatter”.

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To say you were quite impressed at how festive and cozy a dorm room could look like, excitement started to spread through you as noted all the multicolored lights that hung around his room, a mini Christmas tree on the side of his study table with a few cut out snowflakes spread out on the walls,  and the 2 sets of bare gingerbread material laid expectantly for you and your Christmas date for the evening.

Decorating gingerbread houses was something you never knew you’d enjoy. You’ve always wanted to do a little Christmas activity, but just never got around doing it because every time you offered, your friends either thought it was lame or too kiddie for your age, or like always, they just cancelled. 

You didn’t need them anyway. Kageyama was a delightful Christmas date, very gentlemanly and very conscious. Always making sure you felt right at home in his room, it was nice to feel taken care of even if it was just for the evening.

Humming along softly to the jazzy Christmas music playing in the background, your concentration lining up your candies for your house was interrupted with a pssk!

Kageyama squeezed a bit too hard on his piping bag and missed the roof of his house, landing a splat of sweet red icing on your cheek 

“I’m so sorry!” As he frantically looked through his desk for spare napkins that Yachi left inside the Christmas-Special-Gift-Basket that his friends helped assemble for him, to ensure he had everything he needed for your “thing”.

“It’s okay!” You giggled, wiping off the last of it with your finger and giving it a small lick. “Least now I know it’ll taste good.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Your eyebrows raised, mouth gaping in a small amused smile waiting for Kageyama to realize what he just said and what he’s implying.

“IT!” Kageyama’s eyes widened in shock. “I really, really meant to say IT.” 

The nervous volleyball player couldn’t help but groan and lay his head on the table contemplating to just start eating his gingerbread house to remove all evidence of this embarrassment, or run to the gym to yell and shout at his idiocy, or even curse at Hinata just because it was a reflex for him at this point. He could do either of these, but he prepared himself as he turned his head towards you, expecting to see cringe all over your face. 

And then suddenly, Kageyama forgot his urge to run away. Instead he wanted to stay in this very picturesque moment forever, with your bright smile that feels so at home among the warm holiday decorations that decorated his dorm, with your infectious laughter bouncing around the walls and through his heart, with your smile holding such child-like wonder and joy. 

Yes, Kageyama decided he can slip up as many times as needed, if only he gets to stay around your radiant smile all the time.

“I didn’t think you’d be so forward!” You praised him.

 “Just don’t bring it up again.” He grumbled, fighting the shy smile growing on his face.

“Alright, alright.” You chuckled. “If you get icing on me again, feel free to lick them off of me yourself so you can get a taste too.” 

“Shut up.” He winced thinking that was too mean, but he took a peek back at you with a smile that didn’t feel like leaving your face as you turned back to placing different colored M&Ms on your icing coated gingerbread roof.

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“I really like yours.” As you gestured to his simple white icing covered house with red and green candies scattered on the roof, but intriguingly had a very detailed mini-volleyball net (which isn’t holding up so well) and accurate lines for a court with a matching yellow and blue “volleyball” which is really just a yellow M&M covered in blue icing. 

“The court’s definitely my favorite part.” 

“Me too.” He nodded, smiling brightly at his little mini safe space of his favorite sport.

“So cute.” You whispered, catching that gleam in his eyes again that you wished you could see longer. 

The festivities didn’t stop there as you found yourself next to Kageyama, sitting almost shoulder to shoulder on his dorm bed, with his laptop propped up on a few pillows playing the opening credits to the holiday classic, Home Alone. Was it too on the nose? You couldn't tell, but you definitely pondered on it more as the movie went on.

Halfway through the movie, Kageyama couldn’t resist taking a peek at you. Eyes pointed straight at the TV, but they looked almost glassy and unfocused as if your mind was elsewhere at that moment. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry,” You shook your head to bring yourself back to the present. “I think I’m just tired.” Feeling embarrassed that you got caught while lost in thought. You hoped Kageyama didn’t think you were bored, so you took it as a sign to start some idle conversation, starting with the one question you were currently curious about your new found friend. 

“I never got to ask this earlier,” You thought over carefully on your next words. 

“Why didn’t you go home for the holidays, like your friends did?”

He shrugged as he revealed bluntly, “my parents aren’t around much.” He goes on about how they’ve been on more frequent business trips abroad since his high school days, not even showing up to his matches when his team played in national tournaments.

The whole time you couldn’t believe how these supposedly important people in a person’s life could easily miss out on Kageyama’s life like that. He’s clearly very passionate about volleyball and no one can deny his talent and skill for it. Your chest tightened at the pain of imagining a younger Kageyama getting ready for his match, but with a quick scan at the crowd, he'd easily notice the absence of his parents and sister in the crowd.

“And my sister’s spending this Christmas with some friends on a girls’ trip or something.” 

“Must be nice for them to not be alone on Christmas.” Your bitter tone slipped. You frowned as you munched your popcorn, trying hard not to take out your frustration on the snack bowl.

If Kageyama picked up that tone in your voice, he didn’t show it. “We’re not alone either. Not anymore.” He said, words dripping with sincerity as it hung in the air of the small dorm room. 

He was right. Some could probably say it was a coincidence how you both ended up as one of the few people living on school grounds in the middle of winter break when most of the students, teachers and staff have left for their own holidays. 

But some could also say, it was fate for these two souls who haven’t felt seen by their supposedly loved ones in a long time, who grew up lonelier and lonelier as the people around them moved on, grew up, or drifted away. Maybe, just maybe, it was fate leading them to each other, as some kind of plot twist they didn’t know they needed to have in their life. 

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As the movie came to an end, so does your little Christmas date with Kageyama. You almost didn’t want to leave from your position after having really snuggled yourself under the soft, plush blanket that Kageyama had especially put on the side for you.

“This was really fun.” You slowly stretched your legs as you reluctantly got off of his warm bed. “I’m really glad you invited me, Tobio. Thank you.” You said. 

Kageyama beamed with pride as he felt so seen in your eyes. Spending time with you, just the two of you, was probably the best present he could have ever received this Christmas. Despite knowing he embarrassed himself a few times that night, he didn’t think anything else could top the evening. Except maybe…

As you picked up your bag to turn towards his door, you felt a gentle hand land on your shoulder, gently spinning you around back to the blueberry eyed boy standing in front of you with a look that just made you want to melt on the spot.

“You don’t have to be alone on Christmas again.” Kageyama started. “We can do this again next year.” 

He added, “Or doesn’t have to be next year. Can be anytime you want,” Kageyama tried to control his enthusiasm, but he couldn’t help it. Being around you felt like he could hit 10 service aces in a row, (he secretly wants to test this theory, but that’s for another time). 

Maybe this was the kind of feeling that people call “walking on cloud 9” or maybe it’s what falling in love felt like. Regardless, of what it is, Kageyama knew he wanted to keep being in your life, “If that’s something you’d like?”

“Do you really mean that?”

To Kageyama, it was a no-brainer question. But, looking at the soft look in your eyes and how the multicolored sparkles of light dancing across your irises, illuminated by the holiday fairy lights that were decorating his bookshelf, a small sliver of hope flickered on your face, awaiting his answer.

He knew at that moment that the question held more weight to it for you. He knew at that moment, he didn’t want you to go through another lonely Christmas or birthday, or Valentines’ Day, or if you just wanted company. He’d be there for you if you’d call.

Kageyama nodded as he poured all the honesty he had in his heart, sealing his “yes” in a promise.

“Then, I’d like that very much.” You said.

At the corner of your eye, you noticed something dangling at the edge of Kageyama’s bookshelf, sticking out between two books that almost looked like it’d fall off after one big shove on the shelf.  “Is that…”

Kageyama took a step closer to the shelf to pluck it out of its wedged place and pushed back the books so they wouldn’t fall on either of you. 

As he realized that he also took a step closer to you. He raised the mystery item in between the two of you and revealed a small famous christmas ornament, laced perfectly with a red-ribbon.

“Mistletoe.” You bit your lip cheekily at him, subtly questioning his intentions for the end of your evening together. 

“My friends left it here, I swear.” He protested.

“Mhm.”

“I hate those guys.” He argued.

“Mhm, sure you do.” 

“I really, really hate them.” 

“Yeah, I hear you.” You laughed at his poor attempts at a defense.

“I don’t hate you though.” He shyly admitted in defeat.

“You’re really cute when you get caught.” You giggled.

With confidence and gentle hands, Kageyama brought his fingers through some stray hairs that draped down the sides of your face, moving the strands aside to rest his hand on the side of your cheek. 

“I know this isn’t where you wanted to be this weekend.” He started, with his eyes never leaving yours as it searched for any hint of rejection from you as he continued. “But I just really wanted to say,”

“Yeah?” Your eyes shined with encouragement that silently told him to relax as you both drew closer to each other.

“I’m glad you’re here,” He whispered as his lips brushed across from yours, “Truly.”

“Me too.” You agreed as you closed your eyes and the gap between you two, sealing your promises to each other with a sweet kiss.

Your friend cancelling on your holiday plans now seemed to be for the best. At least because of it, you finally had someone to be with that actually enjoyed your company, and that you wouldn’t mind making one or two new Christmas plans with Kageyama. Knowing you’ll both be there for each other not just for holidays but also for every other important milestone in your lives that have yet to come.

[passionwillow]

I’m Not Going Anywhere

Thank you @dominiquelucalover for this idea! I love me some angsty fluff and smut. ♥️

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut. 18+. Age gap.

- The only thing Hicks had told you was someone was injured on the job. Not who, not how bad, just that it wasn’t good.

- You’d stopped into HQ to drop off some lunch for Deacon, but you weren’t surprised that the team was out. It happened more often than not.

- You ran into Hicks on the way to the break room, and he’d told you then about the incident. He wouldn’t tell you who, what happened, just to stay put and wait.

- You sat on the bench by the boxing ring, hands trembling and knees bouncing at you waited. The panic was a vice around your chest, the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

- The thought of Deacon out there hurt, never getting to see him or touch him or kiss him again.. It was too much to even think about.

- You weren’t sure how long you were there, chewing at your nails and biting at your lip before 20-David came down the hallway.

- You stood up so fast your head spun, your eyes searching them. There was Hondo, Street and Luca, Chris-.. Deacon.

- His eyes found yours and he wasted no time running to you. Your face crumbled as your hands reached for him, and you threw yourself at him as a sob broke through you.

- His arms held around your waist, hugging you tight and speaking soft and soothing, a hand cupping the back of your head.

- “It’s alright, it’s alright, I’m here. I’m here, baby, it’s okay.”

- The team dispersed to give you space, but you wouldn’t have noticed them anyway. Your sobs quieted, but Deacon didn’t let you go. His eyes were closed, his nose buried in your hair.

- You took in the sound of his breathing, his heart beat, the smell of him.. Alive. He was alive and okay.

- You eventually pulled back and looked at him, his brown eyes soft as he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s alright. I’m all good, baby.. It was Tan.”

- Your brows furrowed in concern, and Deac pulled you to his side, walking with you down the hallway as he explained. That Tan had been shot and rushed off in an ambulance, him and the team having to stay behind to answer questions.

- He left you outside the locker room, promising to be quick as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and dipped inside. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you waited, having him gone from your side this short period of time already worrisome.

- He must have changed at the speed of lightening, because he was out the door and taking your hand in no time. He led you out to the car and opened the door for you, promising Street and Chris would bring your car home. He knew you wouldn’t leave his side.

- The drive home was quiet, his hand a constant, soothing pressure in your leg as he drove. You kept a hand over his, eyes drifting over to him the entire drive.

- He parked the car and grabbed his bag, getting out and coming around to your door, helping you out and pecking your cheek before leading you inside.

- You wish you could calm down about the whole thing, but for some reason getting home with him after all the worrying, seeing him safe, brought more tears to your eyes.

- Deac had been through this kind of thing before, with Annie. The worry, the fear. It never quite left, she just grew used to it. But this was all new to you, and he felt terrible.

- He set his bag down and drew you closer, guiding your arms around his middle before hugging you to his chest, hand cradling your head and voice soothing you. “Shh.. It’s alright, baby, I’m right here.. I’m sorry I scared you today.”

- You shook your head and sniffed, hands gripping tight to his shirt as you whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m-.. Blubbering like a baby. This is just how your job is.”

- “That doesn’t mean you can’t worry.” He pulled back and looked down at you, hand moving to your cheek. “You probably think I’m ridiculous.” You whispered, leaning into his touch. He firmly shook his head and leaned into, pressing his lips to yours.

- Deacon knew you had concerns about the age gap between you both. He knew you had fears of being younger, more “emotional”, and that you’d upset him with it. But quite frankly, Deacon didn’t even notice, nor care. You were younger, sure, but just as invested in this relationship. And sometime he had the impression Annie couldn’t have cared less if he came home, those last few months of his marriage. The love you had for him written all over your face.. It healed him.

- You kissed back softly and slowly melted into him, his scruffy kiss calming your pounding heart. His hands slid over your lower back and gently pulled you in closer.

- You heard a faint thud as he nudged off his shoes and you did the same. The extra height that they gave you was gone and you stood even shorter now, and you could feel Deacons smile as he dipped down to you.

- Your hands ran up over his chest and torso, feeling the chiseled muscle before they dipped lower, hands going under the hem and desperatly roaming over his bare skin. The warmth, the familiar dips and curves of his body.. It was all a comfort.

- You didn’t miss how his body arched into your touch, or the goosebumps that rose on his skin. He lifted his arms and let you push the fabric of his shirt up, breaking the kiss so he could pull it off the rest of the way.

- His breathing was heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked at you. He let the fabric fall where he stood before gently grabbing your blouse, fingers working with unnatural speed as he undid the buttons.

- His eyes never left yours as he pushed the shirt over your shoulders. He simply pulled you back to him and moaned against your lips as your bare skin met his.

- Your soft whimpers and whines made his cock harden in his jeans, and it wasn’t long before he was guiding you up the stairs, clothes being lost along the way. Both of you stumbling and tripping as he laughed softly, your answering grin making his heart sing.

- By the time you hit the bed, both of you were naked. Deacon crawled over you and instantly pressed his lips back to yours, his hands soft and featherlight as he let them roam over your body.

- Deacon was usually rougher in bed, which suited you just fine. But something was different tonight. His kisses were soft and soothing, his hands gentle as they caressed every curve of your body, grabbing and squeezing gently at your hips and thighs.

- Your breathing hitched in your throat as you felt his hand slip between your thighs, fingers trailing through the wetness of your slit before finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. Your answering moan made him smile and he gazed down into your eyes, his usual primal gaze soft and loving.

- He pressed his forehead to yours and glanced down at your parted lips, eyes and ears eating up every movement and sound from you. “That’s it, baby, relax.. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always try my damndest to come home to you and the kids.”

- Your eyes never left his as he spoke, a blush creeping over your cheeks at his promise. You swallowed hard and nodded, legs spreading as you felt a finger dip into you, a whimper slipping out. “I love you, David.”

- The words couldn’t have been more than a whisper, but his answering smile and mumbled “I love you.” Made your heart beat quicker.

- He took his time with you that night, every moment gentle and emphasized with affection. His fingers and mouth devoured you for what felt like hours. You tried to get your mouth on him but he gently pushed back down into the bed and promised you next time.

- His thrusts were so slow, so gentle, you could have melted right there into the sheets. He held you to him the entire time, hand on your thigh, then your cheek as your leg tightened around his hips.

- His lips never seemed to leave your skin. Your cheek, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach. He was kissing and marking you, leaving you reminders that he adored you.

- Deacon was never shy about being vocal, but tonight he seemed even louder. His grunts, groans, raspy moans of pleasure drove you insane. Your toes curled every time he thrust into you and a deep grunt sounded in your ear.

- His back was a mess of scratches and nail marks that he’d admire in the morning, no doubt. The first time you ever had sex with him, you were embarrassed and apologized profusely for the mess on his back. He simply grinned and silenced you with a kiss.

- Your orgasm built so slow and steady, you didn’t notice it until it was right there. You were so focused on him, feeling him inside you and pressed into you, you practically cried in pleasure. It was more intense than any other you’d had with him.

- You was cumming only a moment after you, and his cursing and moaning in your ear told you he felt the same. The hot spurts filling you made your toes curl, and when he collapsed half on top of you, you wrapped yourself around him, savoring the feeling.

- He was still nestled inside you, his cum slowly leaking out between your legs, when he finally moved. Pulling out oh so gently before laying beside you, gently tugging you into his chest and covering you both up.

- He’d always been a gentleman and cleaned you up first, but tonight he knew you needed to be held. The mess could wait.

- You nestled your head on his chest and closed your eyes, his steady heartbeat in your ear soothing. His hand stroked gently through your hair, his kisses on your forehead making you smile.

- “Thank you..” you whispered softly. You felt his answering smile in your hair, but he shook his head as his fingertips trailed down your back. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.”

- You were almost asleep when his phone went off from somewhere in the hallway. It was still in his pocket when you both made your way up here, stumbling out of your clothes.

- He cursed softly and gently moved you, steps soft and quiet as he grabbed his phone and returned to you. He slipped right back under you and held you close, free hand checking his phone as you watched with sleepy eyes.

- “Tan is gonna be just fine.” The relief in his voice was obvious, and you smiled wide, leaning up and kissing his scruffy cheek.

- He set his phone on the night stand and adjusted the blankets before hugging you close, both of you relaxing and falling asleep in no time.

[barblaz-arts]

I haven’t sent any of the other messages, and this is the first time I’m even seeing your opinions on this matter as I’ve followed you for your Wenclair art.

I’m an Israeli citizen. On October 7th thousands of Hamas terrorists went into Israeli villages (on Israel’s territory) and raped, shot, beheaded, burned alive and murdered 1400 CIVILIANS. They kidnapped 230 more citizens into the Gaza Strip, including babies and the elderly (no idea if they are alive, as Hamas didn’t let the Red Cross or anyone else see them and REFUSED any deal to release them, despite all the lies they are spreading). Hamas uploaded videos of them doing these deeds, they were proud of them. We are still not done counting our dead, 3 weeks later, because of the state they were left in. We identify people by DNA pulled from pieces of skull tissue, by CT scans of burned masses of flesh showing parents hugging their children as they were burned alive.

A little bit of history. In 2005 Israel completely pulled out of Gaza, and handed it over to the Palestinians. In 2007 Hamas was elected to lead the Gaza Strip. This is an organization that in its charter says loud and clear they want to murder Jews. It’s not hidden, there is no question about it. They are proud of it. And since 2007 they have not allowed for an election in Gaza, they have stolen international aid money to build terror infrastructure and embedded themselves deep within their civilian population (just a few days ago evidence was provided that Hamas built their HQ under a hospital, specifically because they knew Israel wouldn’t bomb it).

The truth is, the pictures from Gaza are heartbreaking. The civilians are suffering and it’s making me sick. But how is Israel supposed to respond to the massacre of October 7th? Just pretend it didn’t happen? No country would. Israel isn’t targeting the civilian population though, unlike Hamas. I’m not saying innocent civilians aren’t killed, they very sadly are because war is horrible. But it’s always an accident, they are never the targets. Hamas is the target.

Israel has its part in creating Hamas just like the USA had its part in creating ISIS and Taliban. Still doesn’t excuse terrorism. Israel didn’t deserve the October 7th massacre anymore than the USA deserved 9/11. I hope that you can appreciate that.

The truth is, there are innocent civilians on both sides here that are suffering. Things aren’t black and white, and they never were with this conflict. And if you want to have a discussion I’ll happily talk to you privately, answer questions as best as I can. But only if we come from a place of mutual respect. If you want to block me, that’s fine too.

I do want to let you know while I can that your art is beautiful and made me smile on multiple occasions. I hope you continue it. And I wish you luck with everything and hope that we all have peaceful days in the future.

First of all. Gaza was not given to Palestine. Israel put them there and had Gaza serve as an open air prison.

You can't go around saying "Israel has its part in creating Hamas but it still doesn't excuse terrorism" then go around saying that this genocide is justified because "What else are we supposed to do after what happened in Oct 7?" What a double standard. You do not get to say that what happened to them makes you feel bad but say that you were left with no other choice. You dont get to say that Hamas being born from 70+ of brutality is still not an excuse to kill but also say Israel doing the same thing is justified.

Now, of course this does not mean that I side with Hamas. Never have, never will. I side with Palestinians, something so many Zionists cannot seem to comprehend, because they see killing them as one and the same.

Listing off those atrocities, though heartbreaking, as I will always mourn the innocent, still does not change my stance or how I feel. I feel like a broken recorder, constantly having to repeat that the civilians in Gaza did not do those and in turn did not deserve any of this. The hostages don't either of course, and the families of the ones still held captive are furious with their government for choosing to bomb them along with Hamas like some sort of sacrifice, like what you are implying the civilian deaths to be. Just unfortunate casualties for the greater good.

You can go ahead and say that only Hamas were meant to be targeted all you want, but they did not need to cut off their water so they're not even able to clean and defecate. They did not need to cut off power and render hospitals useless. And NO they did not need to bomb those same hospitals, even IF it were true that it was a Hamas base. And they did not need to use phosphorus bombs to do it. This has, and always will be about Israel's hatred of arabs and Muslims, as it was 70 years ago before Hamas even existed, as it still is now.

Tell me, if the past two or so weeks was really about Hamas, then why are these people mocking the civilians that are mourning their families' death as they starve?

None of this should have happened. Hell, you shouldn't even be living where you are in the first place. No one has any right to colonize. Whatever white supremacists or religious reason anyone says.

Of course this does not mean that I believe all jews or Israeli are as evil as the pieces of shit in that tiktok compilation or the powerful pile of dung that rule your country. There are Isreali and Jews protesting for Palestine as well, and I deeply admire them for their bravery and to feel compassion for the other side and act on it.

It's baffling how you're aware that Israel is responsible for Hamas creation but still, maybe not want it, but think all you can do is reluctantly accept the unavoidable. Because this was definitely avoidable. But your government actively wants this, and frankly I dont think it cares about you. It does not care about the soldiers they send out and the people that died and the hostages that were taken. They are using you as an excuse for more death and money.

"Those thinking of revenge should be ashamed," said by one of the survivors of Oct 7. And she is right. You are demanding the wrong things of your government.

And no, I will not be talking to anyone about this in my direct messages. Talking about it privately makes it feel like some debate to be won, when this shouldn't be a debate at all. The reason why I answer these kinds of asks is to make people aware of what is happening. I'm just some girl, I cannot fight for Palestine in any way that can directly save a life and I dont have the financial capability to donate, but I can do this. We can make those sick excuses of humans on top know that we know of their stink and we will not give it any excuse.

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-six: bondage kink

>>> yeah i got filthy with this one tbh and i've never written for daddy aizawa before! i hope we enjoy this natstiness.

>>> starring: shouta aizawa x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: kinda darkish, yandere-ish like behavior from aizawa, bondage with the scarf, choking, degradation, slight angst, mc hurt and recovery, slight breeding/baby-trapping, edging, orgasm ruining, one daddy lol >>> wc: 3.2k >>> event masterlist:

this is exactly why he kept working as an underground hero. maybe if you would have listened to him and followed his lead, then he might not regret his own choice. you were popular. way more popular than you should be for the eighth ranked pro-hero, but shouta knew why. you’re the country’s sweetheart, gorgeous and funny–perfect with the press and paparazzi, so sweet to fans but oh so brutal to villains. you were the commission’s people’s princess, and he couldn’t stand it. 

shouta isn’t a jealous type. he didn’t yearn to be in your shoes, after all you were constantly complaining to him about all the photoshoots and pressers and all the key-to-the-city ceremonies you had to attend. it seems like less and less of your schedule was actual hero work and the rest of it was reserved for the flashier side of the business. he didn’t wish to trade places at all. because he stayed underground—people only knew him as eraserhead, nothing about his private life—including his long-term relationship with everyone’s favorite number eight pro. he just got to go about his business, taking down his assignments without any showmanship required. he just got to keep his head down and eliminate bad guys, all before coming home to you at night. 

and sure, you were ogled. talk show hosts, interviewers, your own fanbase, and even other heroes had their fair share of tries at you, but aizawa never feared. you always gave them the same apologetic grin, informing them that you weren’t single and never would be again. of course, people pry about your love life. you never betrayed shouta’s wish for privacy, always swearing that your beau was none of their concern—your hero work should speak for itself. shouta was always proud of you and the way you handled things. you were just and fair, a strong hero with good morals and you were simply unafraid of speaking your mind. if not for the…sigh, corrupt, hero society that we were currently operating under, things would be perfect. 

but this was not a perfect world, and he knew that all too well. he’s watched you and other colleagues take on mismatched quirks or scenarios without enough information. it’s a tale as old as time. they make a martyr out of a low-ranking hero just to remind the rest of society how bad villains really were, like they weren’t the biggest villains out there. as badly as aizawa hated your publicity and stardom, he had hoped that it would keep you safe. you garnered so much attention and popularity for the heroes. there was no way they would put you at risk. 

so the day the word reached his base, he thought he was having a nightmare. it was only when he turned on the news that his worst fears were confirmed. the camera had the perfect shot of you laying in the rubble, face scraped and bloody—unmoving. the banner below the frame read, “breaking: number eight hero taken down in shinjuku city! villain slaughtered by the brave hero; backup on the way!” 

taken down? what exactly does that mean? were you dead? did they actually take you from him—all without anyone knowing how much you mean to him, how much he loves you? his face falls, and he realizes that staying underground may have been the wrong move. would they have killed him instead? would he have been there with you then, to at least keep you safe? his head is full of questions that he can’t find answers to by standing in the middle of his hq. no one understands why eraserhead looks so pale as he navigates to the tokyo hospital, though a few have sneaking suspicions as they watch your body loaded into an ambulance. 

he’s there before you are, waiting to hear any news in the lobby alongside your sidekicks and work study students. he recognized a few of them as students of his own, and it made him sick all over again. why did he allow this? why didn’t he make you take underground work? why couldn’t he follow you if nothing else, becoming a part-time hero while you took on villains way out of your league. if you had someone like him with you, you wouldn’t have ever gotten hurt. 

he can’t forgive himself as he looks at you hooked up to machines reading off just how close you were to death. it took you days to wake up, weeks to get out of the hospital on your own accord. shouta was there every step of the way, taking it on himself to ensure you made a full recovery. not because he would willingly let you back into this fucked set up, but because he needed you to be okay. he would never be able to forgive himself if you suffered permanent damages from this fight. 

luckily, or maybe unluckily so, the love of his life is a fighter. you make physical therapy a breeze, taking strides ahead of the curve and getting back to your new normal with the help of some rest and the loving care of your boyfriend. shouta seldom left your side, though he kept hinting at a change in your professional life once your progress proves that you’re ready to put the suit back on. 

“follow you underground? shouta, honey i’m the number eight. everyone’s waiting for me!” you try to reason with him. you knew it had to be hard on him to watch you at your lowest. you can’t imagine how terrified you would be if the situation was reversed, and you were the one nursing him back to health. you’d never be able to take your eyes off him again—so how can you expect him to abandon this?

“yeah i know, waiting for your return, all heroes will rally behind you and go on another villain elimination crusade.” he drawls rather annoyed. you were supposed to go back to work today–shouta’s many chides not doing the trick until he finally demanded you to stay home this morning. here you stood in your spandex suit, ready to throw your life on the line without any thought or hesitation even after you were almost killed. it makes him sick with worry. you’re brainwashed. 

you bat your eyes at him, folding your arms over your chest. he watches you with a ticked brow, lazy half-lidded eyes waiting for your response. “is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

he angrily rubs at the stubble on his cheek. “yes–what actually ever comes of this? why do so many heroes die like this every year, just like you–set up to fail? you managed to escape with your life this time. but they’ll make a cause out of you, too. i cannot allow that.” he mirrors your posture, and you narrow your eyes at him this time. 

“i killed that villain.” you huff indignantly. “and i’m fine, shouta. don’t pretend i am fragile.” you cock your head at him. he scoffs, looking down his nose at you. 

“you are. i didn’t realize it before, but you almost died due to my overconfidence in you.” he deadpans, images of you bloody and broken flashing in his mind. “i won’t make that mistake again. beat me, and you can leave.” 

it’s your turn to scoff. “excuse me? i am not fighting you, shouta—everyone gets hurt from time to time that is hardly a reason to lose faith in my abilities.” his scarf wraps around your wrist. you look at the tie and look back at him, raising and indignant brow. “really? you’re gonna play this card?” 

you activate your quirk in an effort to escape his binds, purposefully moving quickly to beat your lover’s quirk. after years of being together and learning how to fight effectively against the other, you’ve learned how to avoid it—but he stays three steps ahead. his scarf keeps you from running out of view, and your quirk is gone before you can do much else but yank against his hold on your wrist. his black hair floats and his lazy eyes turn red as you roll your own. you try to throw a punch his way, your only way to win now was to make him blink. his scarf fully unravels to take you on though, catching your other wrist and tying them together in front of you. 

“shouta.” you say sternly, heart racing as he proved you wrong. you couldn’t even beat someone you have battle experience on with a soft spot for you—there was no way you were ready for patrols with the possibility of engaging in battle again. you were hoping the call of his name would be enough to buy you some time, but based on the way his brow arches and he steps forward–you know he won’t be giving you any. 

“you lost. i could do anything with you right now.” he pushes you back toward the bed, keeping his hold on the binds taut. “and you know me. but now you’re under my control. you know you aren’t ready.” he looks down at your form sitting on the bed, unable to fight him—unable to get away. “what would happen if i was your enemy, hm? tell me, darling. you would be finished. i could have my way with you and you couldn’t do anything to stoop it.” he tugs on the fabric around your wrists. 

something about the way he says that has your bratty side kicking up like the tingling in your veins. “yeah? i’d like to see you try.” you pull back on the scarf, and he gives you a lopsided smirk. his free hand grabs your chin, lowering his face to yours. 

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he nods, smashing his lips on yours. your eyes fall closed, and you imagine he does the same based on the energy restored in your veins. you wouldn’t dare fight him now, however. shouta was right. you had no business going back to work yet, and if he got it his way, you wouldn’t return to that line of work at all. you were too precious to him and this incident was a wake up call. you are his whole life, the one thing that gives him unending happiness even on bad days. he wants to marry you—to build a life with you, and he can’t do that if you’re convinced you actually matter to this hero society. he can’t do that if villains take you from him. so if he has to embrace his inner bad guy for your greater good, then so be it. twist his arm. 

his thin lips slot perfectly against yours, possessive and all-consuming like the heat that takes over your body from the touch. his stubbly chin collides with yours as his fingers search for your bundle through your skin-tight hero suit. it was annoyingly easy to find considering how the fabric clings to your every dip, and your head falls back as soon as he starts rubbing over it. he chuckles at how easy you are, though he knows that’s because of him. another benefit of the entire world wanting his girlfriend—they could want to their heart’s content. he got the real thing, and goddamn if you weren’t addicted to him, giving him free reign with you in moments like these. though this time it was borderline dangerous. you were letting him treat you like a villain after months of being without you as you rehabilitated. but as you kiss, he realizes he’s being too loving to teach you a lesson so serious. he pulls away, shoving you by the chin. 

“you know what villains do with hero sluts?” he asks, his gravelly voice low and almost bored sounding juxtaposed against what he was actually saying as he circles around to your back. the tone goes straight to your core, and you have to bite on your lip to keep from responding. he pops the zipper on your uniform, dragging the pathetic excuse of armor down your body. he rearranges his scarf’s hold on you to get the annoying garment off you completely. you squirm at the air on your skin and the scarf wrapping around your neck—pulling your hands back together—over your head this time. it’s tight enough that you know struggling will get you nowhere, but he’s careful. “especially the weak ones, the pretty ones?”

you shake your head as if you don’t know where he’s going with the demonstration. he shoves your legs apart, replacing his fingertips on your now bare glistening pearl. “they make them villain toys instead, and you would be the most prized one.” he grumbles at you, watching the pinch of your brow as he rubs you expertly. “they’d play with you for hours, see what all your pretty cunt handle.” he hums, sliding around the mess you’re making. once his fingers are coated in your slick, he shoves three of them inside brutally. you scream out at the burn, writhing as his bony fingers curl into your spot so crudely you were seeing colors that didn’t have names. he tugs a little at the cloth around your neck, making you gasp at the slight squeeze. it’s all such a delicious combination, and your hips are still free to grind down on his perfectly angled digits. your pretty chest heaves as your orgasm rapidly approaches. “shouta–”

“they certainly wouldn’t let you cum.” he removes his fingers from you with a nasty little squelch. you whine at the loss, struggling against your binds in an effort to pull him closer. he licks the essence of you off his fingers, humming in approval. it drives you crazy how relaxed he looks, like edging you was just his average wednesday afternoon, but perhaps that was part of your lesson. besides, the crinkle of fondness by his eyes tells you that this is only done out of your best interest. he knows you arms must be getting tired, but he couldn’t risk not running you ragged. he pushes your thighs apart again, deciding the best way to exhaust you was with his cock. he shrugs his pants down his thighs, pumping his length in preparation for you. he was well endowed—certainly enough to punish you with. you shiver at the sound of his belt clinking against the button of his pants, waiting for the feeling of his hot thick length parting your walls. he was so weighty, curved just to abuse the spots he needs to reach. he’s well trimmed and pale like the rest of his lean form, his leaking slit betraying his cool appearance. he looks up at you with disdain, clearly still annoyed that he had to tame you like this anyway. he’d much rather let you free, letting you touch and enjoy him just as he does to you, but it it seems you’re more stubborn than he thought. 

he shoves your legs up to your ears, giving you all of his length without pause or warning. “they’d never be careful” he grunts, squeezing the back of your plush thighs at the same time you vice grip his dick. his scarf tightens around your neck, finally constricting some of your air as he pulls out, sending you reeling when he plunges back into the hilt, repeating this and tightening his scarf every time. you moan out embarrassingly loud. in a way, you had already agreed to your partner’s wishes by letting him have his way with you, as he put it earlier. he knew this too of course, as he certainly couldn’t treat you any real way a villain would, and he knows you would love this far too much to consider it a lesson by any means. 

not like he’s complaining, though this is more work than he would regularly like to put in, it sure is worth it to see your tongue loll out of your mouth and eyes roll back behind those pretty lids. he finally sets a steady pace, rocking into you evenly with an extra shove at the end to kiss your cervix. the squeeze on your throat was so stimulating, giving your head just the right amount of dizziness—his cock strokes your walls in such a mouthwatering way you know you won’t even be able to warn him about your orgasm this time. he’s smart enough to know it’s coming with the way your pussy flutters around him, little whines tumbling from your lips like a promise that you’d never leave the safety of this house again. he lets you tumble off the edge this time, watching your legs jump once before removing himself from you completely, letting his scarf wrap back around him for a brief moment. you cry out at the ruined orgasm, staring at him with contempt. he smiles in amusement. 

“oh, you’re mistaken. weak little heroes like you are in no position to give such attitude.” he shakes his head in disappointment, his scarf descending again to roll you over and take your wrists behind your back. you have no choice but to bury your cheek in the bed as shouta positions your hips where he wanted them. you squeal out when he plows back in, the angling has your toes curling and mouth drooling. “at least this hero slut has good pussy.” he drawls, giving your ass a light spank. “probably the only thing that would keep you alive out there.” he groans as you clamp down on him again, making him grin. you clearly enjoy his dirty talk–evident by your slutty moans and spasming cunt. “think you should finally get to cum, little hero?” 

you nod rapidly, whimpering loud. “please daddy, wanna stay your hero whore~” you say so sweetly that even a man as detached as shouta aizawa couldn’t deny you when he’s supposed to be the bad guy. he nods, letting your arms go. 

“then do it, show me what a slut i have. maybe i’ll breed her and make her stay home.” he grunts, feeling you clench him and yell out for the last time. your vision burns white as you let yourself sink into the overwhelming ocean of pleasure that’s been denied to you for so long hitting you all at once. you sputter out whines and moans, giving his cock a pretty ring of your creamy release. his head falls back at the sight, black hair sticking to the sweat he’s worked up. he can’t hold it off any longer, pelvis still against your ass as he empties his load, balls drawing up to give you everything. you nod contently, feeling the warmth seep through your core. his scarf withdraws completely—not before pulling your hair to one side so he could see your blissed out face. 

“don’t go back to work.” he pants, feeling up the curve of your back as he softens inside you. “can’t get that close again.” he nods, finding your eyes. you sigh softly, rolling to your back as he gets something to clean you up with. 

“guess i gotta since you’re burying loads in me now.” you snicker, and he holds the towel out of reach to tease you, expression bored—though one corner of his mouth creeps up. he hopes it takes, nothing would distract you from your lack of career like a new one.

[gejo333]

Do Not Disturb!

Miguel O’Hara x Spider! Reader One-shot

Summary: What happens when a group of young mischievous spiders interrupt a private session between Y/n and Miguel.

18+ Very light mention of smut.

I decided to post something short since I’m a bit delayed on the first chapter! But I promise chapter one of “El Destino” will be out tomorrow!

Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes💕

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After having a long day on a mission, all Miguel wanted to do was rest in his quarters with you. However, being the leader of spider society didn’t give him a lot of time off.

His eyes tiredly scanned over multiple different screens of multiple different universes, making sure no anomalies popped up. However, a small alarm went off, indicating that a dog from Earth-2157 appeared in Earth-3708.

He didn’t bother going on these menial missions, instead he would ask a spider who can easily fix the mistake.

“Lyla, what Spiders are available to go on a small mission?” Past 10 at HQ many Spiders had already gone back to their universes.

“What?” Miguel asked annoyed by the AI’s sudden laughter.

“Only Hobie, Gwen, Miles, or Pavitr are available still.” Said Lyla as she tried to stop laughing.

“Dios mío.” Miguel sighed in frustration, rubbing his temples to stop an oncoming headache. Those four were the most irritating spiders across the universes. “I don’t care chose any of them.”

Miguel heard light footsteps from behind before feeling arms wrap around his waist. Miguel turned around to face his beloved spider.

“I thought you went to bed early mi amor?” Miguel wrapped his arms around the smaller spider as he placed his lips to yours for a quick sweet kiss.

“I was going to. But the bed is comfier when your in it with me.” The smaller spider wrapped their arms around his neck having to reach up on your tippy toes to do the small gesture.

“I wish I could. But I need to stay here a little longer.” He left another kiss on your lips staying a little longer not wanting it to end. You sadly parted from his lips, needing air when a grin came to your face. You move to his desk and sit on it, spreading your legs slightly as a tease.

“Maybe a small break will help relax you, mhm?” You saw his once tired eyes ignite with excitement and lust as he moved in front of you.

He position his hips in between you, forcing your legs to spread wider. You felt the bump of his erection against you as he pulled you in closer wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours.

You suddenly felt his claws in your thighs making you gasp and allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

Small moans escaped your lips as you felt his hips moving, grinding his erection against you.

“I want you inside me Papi.” You whispered into his ear. A groan leaves your lips as you feel his erection grow from hearing his nickname.

“Sí, mi amor.” Miguel breathed out. He was about to lower his pants when he hears movement and a forced cough from behind.

In embarrassment, you quickly stand from the desk and stand a few feet from Miguel. Everyone knew you two were a couple, but the thought of being caught made you bright red.

“Sorry to come at a bad time mate.” Said a laughing Hobie.

“What are you four doing here?” Miguel growled. Of course he gets cock-blocked by these four idiots.

“We wanted to say the mission was done. And ask if there were more missions to go on.” Said Gwen whose face was also red from catching the boss and you in action.

“You interrupted me to say that?!” Miguel began to grow furious at their sorry excuse for the disruption.

“If I were you, I would run before he decides to chase you.” You whisper to them.

“Right.” Said Miles as they began back away slowly so to not get Miguel’s attention during his rant. Unfortunately, Pavitr made a noise catching Miguel’s attention who looked like he was about to murder them.

“Run!” Yelled Hobie as the four sprinted out followed by a furious Miguel.

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Translations

Dios Mio= My god!

Mi amor= my love

Hope you enjoyed this short one-shot!

[lightlycareless]

Has Naoya and Y/N ever been caught during the deed lol?

😏 why would you want to know that, hm? hoped they have? hehehhe lmao ignore me.

Ok so this actually gave me the best excuse to write a small follow up of what happened after this one-shot heheh. Call it a… Naoya and Y/N aren’t as smooth as they thought.

(but you’ll find another answer at the end of the drabble too 😊)

warnings: none. just the slightest mentions of nsfw. also this is a continuation of another oneshot so as needed I have to say MINORS DNI. mentions of pregnancy. a jealous manager. naoya defends what's his.

Happy reading!

It would happen just a few weeks later after that mission ended through a keenly attentive, not easily fooled manager who didn’t believe any of the words written down in the report.

They didn’t make sense, none of it did; but what was most infuriating is that everyone seemed to be ok with it!

And of course they would—the Zen’in heir probably paid his way out of it, just like he always does, and who would dare oppose him?!

Your manager, though, as if he wasn’t very much already, suspected there was something deeper going on. Far more than what the eye revealed between the two, which became nothing but clear for him when that transpired.

What did you even see in that wretched, egocentric, selfish, boring man? He’s done nothing but constantly belittle those around him with his grandiosity that wasn’t even his to being with! Given to him by those before!

It hurts him so much to see how hopelessly in love you are with Naoya, someone so kind and beautiful as you… that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to open your eyes to the truth, even if that were to greatly humiliate you.

And so, after slowly, diligently, for days and days on end, examining the report and place you both allegedly cleared of all curses, he comes to the shocking, albeit slightly disgusting conclusion that something more transpired there.

An insult to the protocol you both swore to abide as sorcerers, as well as a transgression to his yet-to-be disclosed feelings for you.

One that he did not hesitate to inform to the higher ups, those that initially didn’t care much for it, thinking it to be nothing but senseless gossip, until he reminded them that this could easily be used as a way to blackmail the Zen’in—imagine the outrage from the community if they were to hear of the unruly relationship between the heir, and you, though coming from a respected family, was still considered a lesser sorcerer to their standards?!

He wished to not cause you any pain, but it’s only through this method that you’ll understand why Naoya was not good for you. Nothing compared to what he can provide, if only you’d let him.

Something meant to happen when summoned by HQ to be interrogated, alongside relatives and fellow sorcerers that wished to see if the rumors circulating the two were true.

“Care to explain what truly happened in the mission?” One of the higher ups would speak, eyes directly set on you, the one firstly responsible for the job.

“I—I’ve written it in the report, there’s nothing else to say.” You quickly respond, doing your best to hide the tremor in your voice, well aware that your lies had been discovered yet hoping they truly hadn’t. “Unless you wished a detailed explanation of… something else…?”

“The truth.” Another insists. “Do not act like you don’t know what we’re talking about—we have enough evidence to dictate otherwise!”

“But—But nothing happened! I just miscalculated the presence of a curse, but I fixed it afterwards! The place is safe to be inhabited again!” you gasp. “I know there’s a discrepancy in the hours in between but it was nothing that—”

“There shouldn’t have been a discrepancy to begin with!” The first one adds. “What exactly were you two doing during the mission?!”

“She’s told you already, it was only a slight miscal—” Naoya interjects, only to be shot down immediately after.

“This is for her to answer!”

“I—I don’t have anything else to say—” you stammer, growing desperate at their relentless insistence, feeling like you were being effectively cornered with no foreseeable escape…

Which would have been almost true, if they hadn’t irked Naoya in more ways than one, beginning from this useless summon, their belittlement of you, and now, their interruption when he spoke.

Naoya was never one to accept offences towards himself or anything that pertained to him, regardless of who it came from…

Perhaps it was time to remind them of who truly held power here.

“But I do.” Naoya frowns, taking a step forward and looking them in the eye, preparing himself to state the new course of your and his life. “The reason why we took longer than anticipated was because I proposed to her. I’m going to marry Y/N.”

“What?!” Your manager is the first to squeak, followed by the gasps of those present at the meeting and confusion from the higher ups.

“We kept this relationship a secret because honestly, it is no one’s business to know of it.” Naoya proceeded, now taking your hand. He feels the uncertainty in your skin, the fear of disclosing an aspect kept secret until now…

Yet, his company reassures you that even though this was not the way either envisioned revealing their relationship, he is not ashamed to do so. Assert was his heart had been dreaming of… as well as offer a distraction from the lapsed that occurred during the mission.

Although for the last…  speckled with a bit of exaggeration.

“And she’s pregnant too. So, you’d do good to not refer to the mother, and my wife, of the future Zen’in heir in such crude manner!”

And with that, Naoya’s purpose becomes true, with the notion of the outrageous mission tossed out the window and effectively replaced with the unexpected news of your new civil status, what it meant for the L/N, the Zen’in, as well as the supposed pregnancy that officially united both.

Your manager was beyond enraged that his plan not only failed but paved the way for his worst nightmares to become real—though that is something he wouldn’t have to worry about anymore, Naoya having quickly labeled him as the responsible behind this ridiculous endeavor and promptly got… rid of him.

Besides, it’s not like you’ll have much use for him either way, for your attention will solely remain on him from that point forward.

And perhaps something else…

“Well, it’s a good thing we managed to get out of that one alive.” Naoya says, now that it’s not necessary to hide your relationship with him, he finds comfort in walking through the halls of his alma mater while holding your hand. “Though it’s a shame of how it came to be…”

“I suspected this might’ve happened, but that doesn’t mean I was expecting half of the jujutsu community to be there…” you silently admit, still battling through the shame and sorrow this situation brought you. “At least I won’t have to worry about how I’ll tell my family about it!”

“I’m more worried about the pregnancy I had to lie about so they’d leave us alone.” Naoya laments, a part of him… hoping it wasn’t the case. “However we proceed from here, it’s bound to have some… outrageous responses.”

Thankfully, his prayers might just be heard.

“Actually… it might’ve not been a total lie…”

Naoya stops on his tracks, eyes widening as he turns to see you.

“Y/N?” he murmurs, unwilling to be fooled on, unless…?

Your smile tells him everything.

“I fear that the pill might’ve not worked as properly as we hoped.” You continue. “So, you were not that far off when saying I was pregnant…”

“Are you being truthful right now?” Naoya breathes. “Or is this a ploy to—”

“Why would I do that?” you pout before giggling. “I want this baby as much as you do!”

“Then you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” He immediately admits, taking you into his arms before lifting you for a kiss. “I can’t believe it, a baby of our own!”

“Well, believe it!” you grin. “But what are we going to do about the wedding…? I hoped to get married before getting pregnant…”

“We’ll have to do it quick. Preferably before your stomach begins to show.”

“…And before nothing fits me anymore.” You lament.

“You’ll look delectable either way.” He playfully incites, you pout once more. Naoya laughs as he pinches your cheek. “My wife.”

“Husband.” You smile back, leaning into his hand. “And soon, daddy.”

“Don’t say that, unless you don’t mind being caught here too.”

“Ugh no, let’s go home.” You say, not batting an eye as you pull him to the exit, hoping to leave all this behind and focus on the congratulations your family (and some of Naoya’s) have in order, as well as the preparations for your new, loving life next to your beloved husband.

And Naoya happily obliges, a bright, wide grin on his face caused by the satisfaction a home with you signifies.

Ok so... I have to say, they hadn't been caught per say, because everyone knows when they're doing it. Like, it's not a secret—they're loud. Especially in paper thin walls as the ones at the Zen'in estate.

However, let's say that the innocent ones, the distracted, new members of the staff might've gotten quite the surprise the first time they heard about this. Maybe even stumbled upon them... who knows? 😏 Actually something just crossed my mind. I'll write about it later.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small, nobody-asked sequel for that one particular oneshot! I've had this thing on my mind for a while, how everyone would eventually know of their relationship. Just as Y/N said, one less thing to worry about.

Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope you have a wonderful weekend, take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[mooshie-blue]

Flow like water

A Bonniecles self indulgent fic

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Bonnie always felt gross, both inside and out, they always let their brain rot away with terrible thoughts about their body or mind.

It wasn’t ever easy to escape such things. Once a thought came in it was impossible for Bonnie to let it go. They’d become so focused on it that they would forget to take care of themselves.

And with the handful of missions that Bonnie and the Octonauts are given almost daily, it gave Bonnie even less time to do so.

They lay in bed, as they always did when they weren’t in the library, The weird itchy feeling on their skin, and their unkempt hair bothered them so much but they didn’t have the energy to take care of it.

Bonnie just sat quietly, waiting for something to happen, whether it was someone sounding the Octo-alert, the Vegimals handing out a fresh batch of kelp-cakes. It’s not like Bonnie was desperate for adventure or anything, they just wanted their thoughts to shut up for once.

Up in the HQ, Barnacles, and Dashi monitored the creatures that surrounded the Octopod with all their varying splendor. Shellington was checking in on Peso and Kwazii who were out on a mission to collect samples for research purposes. Not a day goes by where Captain Barnacles forgets to thank his lucky stars to have taken Professor Inkling’s offer to be where he is now.

The beauty and majesty of the vast ocean truly spoke to him, ever since Captain Barnacles was a little cub, his great love was exploring every nook and cranny of the world around him, he loved learning, he loved swimming, he loved the whole world around him, and now he gets to see the beautiful blue ocean every single day, he has the pleasure of waking up to the sight of various marine animals swimming beside his window. It’s all he could ever want.

After another hour of keeping watch for any trouble on the reef, Captain Barnacles decided it was a good time for a break. He stepped back from his port in the HQ and turned to Dashi and Shellington. “I’ll be on break to check up on a few things, please let me know if you two need anything.”

“Will do, Captain.” They both replied. Dashi checked the computer screens for any sort of weather updates, and Shellington sent a map to guide Peso and Kwazii.

“Excellent.” Captain Barnacles smiled and headed down the Octo-chute. Bonnie’s absence wasn’t really a surprise, he knew they kept to themselves most of the time. Even around the Captain himself, Bonnie would hide in their own shell, but that didn’t mean they didn’t like him.

Bonnie loved everyone on the Octopod. They felt safe in the mighty ship, it was their home with a team they respected, but so much self doubt prevented them from ever being honest, they didn’t know how the other Octonauts felt, they couldn’t read their minds, if they could it would make things a lot easier.

The safest option in Bonnie’s mind was to just lock themselves away from everyone unless they were needed.

Bonnie curled up in their bed, wishing their thoughts could go away. They lightly gripped their covers in frustration at the constant battle in their mind that never seemed to end.

“My love, are you alright?” Barnacles’ gentle voice echoed through the door followed by a knock.

Bonnie let out an incomprehensible noise, it sounded like they were trying to talk but wanted to cry. Which made the polar bear worry more. “Bonnie?”

His partner sat up and quietly wrapped themselves in their warm, safe blanket prison. Pangs of anxiety shot through Bonnie’s neglected body, or was it hunger? They couldn’t tell the difference anymore. They didn’t know how to tell Captain Barnacles how bad they felt, anytime it got this bad to the point of skipping meals or baths. They didn’t want to bring the team down.

“May I come in, Bonnie?” Barnacles pleaded, “Please let me in, dear..” his voice was warm as ever even with worry painted in.

Bonnie reluctantly crawled over to the screen and tapped it, which split the crease and opened the door. Barnacles looked up at Bonnie, who hadn’t even changed out of their pajamas, their eyes were sunken and heavy, whether it was from crying or a lack of sleep was anyone’s guess, their hair was matted and tangled, though it looked as though Bonnie barely brushed it earlier. They couldn’t bring themselves to speak.

Barnacles expression softened, his eyes gleamed with understanding “one of those days again, dear?” He asked.

Bonnie nodded and plopped back down on their bed. The little polar bear sat next to them “Have you eaten?” He gently took their hand and rubbed their knuckles with his thumb. Bonnie shook their head again and their eyes welled.

“I see.” He held their hand tighter “And have you bathed?” He noticed Bonnie’s constant itching and squirming, they must’ve felt so uncomfortable and gross, but Barnacles never changed his mind about how much he loved them.

“No, I haven’t.” Bonnie mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Their mind still cursing with thoughts of possible disappointment or anger from the Captain. Yes, such ideas were irrational and stupid, but that didn’t make them any less present.

“I was doing so well..” Bonnie lamented, their voice started to break. “I was going on missions, but I’m back where I started.. I’m so tired.”

Captain Barnacles solemnly watched as Bonnie struggled. It always ached him, he wasn’t new to this quiet shell Bonnie kept themselves in.

But he wasn’t gonna let Bonnie rot, and he wasn’t going to leave them all alone, not ever. He gently put his paw on their back “Would you like me to help you, dear? I can run you a bath and make you some lunch, we can all have the rest of the day off.” He offered with a kind smile.

They looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Why would you..” they paused. “But why?”

“Because I care about you, Bonnie, no matter how you see yourself, I adore you and everything you are, no matter how messy or ugly you see yourself as.” Barnacles spilled his heart out in front of them, he’d do it countless times if he had to. “Please let me help you.”

The fear and guilt in Bonnie’s heart subsided as Barnacles offered his paw. Their eyes welled with tears and they swiftly held the small bear in their arms and cried against his warm embrace. They felt so stupid.

“I have you, dear. It’s okay. You never upset me.” His voice warmed the coldness of Bonnie’s heart away, if not just a little.

“I’m sorry.” They sobbed against his chest, “Captain I’m so sorry for hiding so much, and I’m sorry I keep crying like this.”

“Bonnie please don’t apologize for being this way, this job, all of life as a whole, it’s hard, that’s why we must confide in each other.” Barnacles gently held their cheek and kissed their lips. “You shouldn’t have to suffer in silence, if I’m being honest I’m still trying to learn that. I can’t blame you for being stuck like this, all I can do is help pull you out and that’s what I want to do, now.”

“Please help me, Bear..” Bonnie finally whispered. “I hate how gross I feel right now.”

“Of course dear, pick out some clothes and I’ll get the bath ready.” He stepped back and smiled at them. Bonnie obliged and got out of bed as Barnacles left the room, a smile on his face.

Before heading to the bathroom, Barnacles made his way to the kitchen, where the vegimals were sorting through the cook book, brainstorming ideas for Dinner and putting away clean dishes.

He walked in and gently cleared his throat “Excuse me, Vegimals?”

The little critters paused their activity and turned their attention to the captain. Tunip waddling over front and center. “Yes, Cappy?”

“I’d like you to make a warm bowl of pesto kelp noodles for Bonnie, with sun dyed tomatoes just as they like it” The Captain ordered, Tomminow worriedly approached him “Mama?”

Barnacles gave a comforting smile “Don’t worry, Tomminow, Bonnie will be okay, they’re just not feeling well, I’m doing what I can to help, I promise.”

Tominow hugged him for reassurance. “Help Mama, please..” she begged, the polar bear knelt down and hugged her right back “I promise, Tomminow, on my honor, I’ll take care of Bonnie, as their partner and as an Octonaut, don’t any of you worry about a thing.” He stood back up and smiled.

Tomminow nodded, then the vegimals all scattered to different parts of the kitchen, grabbing different items as they prepared the pesto kelp noodles.

With that, Captain Barnacles and walked off to the bathroom, Bonnie was already standing beside the door with some clothes. He sheepishly opened the door “I’m sorry, dear, I had to make a quick detour, the vegimals are preparing lunch for you.”

Bonnie nodded “I understand.” They opened the door and walked in, Barnacles followed close behind, Bonnie sat aside as he got the bath ready “Warm or cold?”

“Warm, please?” Bonnie requested as Barnacles turned the knobs to the tub and placed the plug over the drain

As the water ran, Captain Barnacles grabbed a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, along with body wash and bubble bath.

As the water rose, he poured some bubble bath in and ran his paw along the water so the bubbles could spread, Bonnie watched silently. Barnacles smiled the whole time he spent preparing the bath.

Bonnie removed their clothes and when the tub filled, they carefully sat down. The warm, soapy water cascaded against their stressed skin, they let out a sigh and lay back, completely engulfed in pleasure from the cleanliness to come.

Barnacles watched with love, he wordlessly let Bonnie enjoy the moment, it always bought him a great deal of joy to help.

Bonnie opened their eyes and smiled. “That feels.. so good..” they sighed.

“Glad it does, Bonnie.” Captain Barnacles let a chuckle escape from his muzzle. “Just relax, my love, let me take care of you.” He gently cupped some water with his paws and very lightly rinsed Bonnie’s hair.

“You always do, Bear.” Bonnie looked at him with a playful smile. Barnacles smiled right back at them. “I’m always happy to take care of you, dear. You mean more to me than anything else.”

Barnacles began rinsing Bonnie’s hair, the sound of the water dripping and pouring filled the room, but it was a comfortable atmosphere.

Bonnie’s hair, while weighted with the water had fallen gently costing the sides of their face, Captain Barnacles gently moved their bangs away with his paw. Bonnie kissed his nose and smiled.

“Are you ready for Shampoo?” He asked, his cheeks slightly red from Bonnie’s little kiss. They responded with a nod.

Captain Barnacles took the shampoo bottle and poured a little into his paws, then, he gently lathered it against their scalp, he hummed a soft tune as he tended to Bonnie, giving them this sort of care was always an honor to him. No matter what Bonnie thought of themselves, Barnacles was always happy to jump in and take care of them, or help them with anything they need.

As Barnacles massaged Bonnie’s scalp, Bonnie wondered for a moment about him. “Bear, I don’t think I’ve met anyone as passionate about the ocean as you, why is that?”

His heart practically glowed with joy, one of his great loves was the ocean, it was his home, as long as he was with the Octonauts of course.

“If I’m being honest, I feel free when I’m in the sea, it’s big and it’s beautiful.” He began. “Even as a cub, all I ever wanted to do was swim, in a strange way it felt like it was easier to get along with the sea creatures than other polar bears, it just feels right being in the ocean.”

Bonnie tilted their head “you didn’t get along with other Polar Bears?” They asked, wondering about what possible reasons Barnacles would have to not get along with someone, let alone other polar bears.

“Oh, we didn’t fight or anything, I just felt like I didn’t belong.” He confessed “For many different reasons, for one, I don’t like eating meat, but I’m sure you already know that. I’ve never had the hunting instinct, not since I was really little.”

Bonnie had noticed that the dishes served on the octopod barely included meats of any kind. It was all Vegetarian dishes. even the fish biscuits that were made to deter predators came from stuff like tofu.

They lay their head back as Barnacles rinsed the shampoo from their hair and continued talking:

“Another reason, well. I just never really fit in, you see, I’m autistic, Bonnie. I’m sure that speaks for itself.” Barnacles added. “I didn’t want to repress who I was. I tried to, because I felt lonely and I wanted to be friends, but it never felt right to be someone I’m not. The only polar bears who liked me were my mother, my sister, and some of the polar scouts.”

Bonnie knew all too well what that was like. That’s why they repressed themselves around so many people. They never thought the issue of being judged for being autistic would spread to the arctic amongst polar bears.

“But when I’m here, on the octopod with you all, I feel like I’m home, I AM home here.” He smiled fondly, thinking of the family he found on his journey of being the captain of the Octonauts.

“I know what it’s like.” Bonnie spoke up.

Barnacles’ ear twitched as he listened. “I mean you already know I’m autistic, When I was really little it wasn’t hard to talk to people, in fact, I loved being around people, everytime I had the chance to talk to someone knew, especially someone my age, I’d take it.”

Barnacles listened as Bonnie shared a piece of themselves with him. Bonnie had always been a quiet, vulnerable person but this brought a new light.

Bonnie ran their hands through the tub water, gently scooping up bubbles and suds. “But as we all got older, especially after I turned 10, I began to notice how different I was, I noticed that teachers had to focus a little more on me when I was upset, I just new I was different, I thought it was just ADHD.”

Bonnie put their hands back in the water and Barnacles tilted his head with concern. “After I was told I was also autistic, whether it was good for me or not, I just stopped trying. I didn’t want freinds anymore, some part of me did, but in everyone’s eyes and, honestly my own, I was too much, I just understood that no one was gonna like me.”

Bonnie stuttered a little before turning to Captain Barnacles, who looked back with pity. “And, that- that’s why I’m so quiet, people like me when I’m quiet.”

“Sorry..” Bonnie sighed.

Captain Barnacles gently took their hand, his heart ached painfully for his partner. “Thank you for telling me this, Bonnie. and you never have to worry about any of that while you’re here.”

“I know, but it’s hard to let myself believe that.” Bonnie looked down.

“It can be hard, yes.” Barnacles admitted “It’s never easy to beleive good things after years of believing you’re bad, but that’s why you need to surround yourself with people who love you.”

Bonnie looked at him again

“Don’t forget, Dear.” He tenderly kissed their head. “I adore you.”

“I love you too.” Bonnie sighed.

Barnacles grabbed the conditioner and lathered it up in Bonnie’s hair. His paws ever so gentle, as they always were. “If you’d like, maybe we can spend the rest of the day together?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Bonnie began to smile as Barnacles lathered the conditioner some more “You’re beautiful, Bonnie.”

“Oh don’t start that..” Bonnie mumbled as they looked away in embarrassment.

“I already have, darling.” He grabbed the body wash and looked at Bonnie for a moment. “May I?” He held up the loofah.

With Bonnie’s permission and their arm out, Barnacles began tenderly scrubbing their arm.

“Do you miss the arctic?” Bonnie asked as Captain Barnacles cleaned their body. The scrubbing slowed to a stop. And Barnacles glanced at Bonnie, he grew a bittersweet smile and sighed.

“Of course I do.” He gently put the loofah aside. His attention still focused on Bonnie. “There’s a lot to miss, doesn’t matter what happened back there.” He smiled.

Bonnie felt a twinge of tension hover over their shoulders. They hesitantly reached for Captain Barnacles’ paw. But with the stillness of the air practically screaming at them to not dare call his attention, they put their hand back in the water.

“Please don’t worry about it, Bonnie.” He took their another arm and tenderly scrubbed away with the loofah. Bonnie looked away with guilt. Their hand rested on their knee, fingernails barely digging in the skin. Bonnie’s unkempt fingernails and shallow breathing really stuck out now.

“Sorry..” Bonnie croaked out while avoiding eye contact. Noticing Barnacles’ vacant expression.

“Don’t be. you’re okay, dear.” He responded bluntly. The loofah against their skin moving more fervently.

“But you aren’t.”

Barnacles felt his mind shut down. He hated those words. He refused to look at Bonnie, if their words put him to a hault, what would their expression do?

“This isn’t about me, Bonnie.” He grimaced. “We can talk about that later, dear.”

Later probably wouldn’t come, Bonnie’s heart thumped in their chest, it wouldn’t be fair to leave the captain in the dark. Bonnie swallowed their pride and gently took his paw. “Captain.” Bonnie began. “Look, you don’t have to tell me anything, I can’t control your feelings, and I can’t make you talk about them.”

Barnacles mouth hung open and he tilted his head at Bonnie’s outburst. Could it be an outburst? Or was it a declaration?

“But you never have to hide how you feel. I know I’m no good at comforting people, all I can really do is listen, but I’d be happy to listen to you, about anything.” Bonnie paused and their cheeks turned red. “I really like your voice, it’s pretty.. and I love you.”

Their eyes half lidded and their smile sincere. Bonnie placed a hand on Captain Barnacles soft cheek, which was also a cute shade of pink at this point, and sighed before kissing his open lips.

Barnacles kept his hands on the tub and his feet firmly in place, but his heart was beating at a million miles an hour and his mind burnt to a crisp. Bonnie’s lips, no matter how used to them he was, always tasted like what love felt like. God, he loved them more than he could ever know or understand.

He felt Bonnie gently pull away from the sweet gesture and gazed to them with shock and adoration. “Darling..” he breathed out, he leaned forward as if he was under some sort of spell.

Bonnie smiled back at his love struck stupor. They rested their head on their arms and studied his features. His eyes hung half lidded and he smiled adoringly.

“You’re wonderful, dear. You always know how to take my breath away.” Barnacles chuckled a little at the end.

“You’re the one lending it to me, Bear.” Bonnie lay back, and Barnacles gleefully continued cleaning Bonnie, they spent the next few minutes enjoying eachothers words and laughter, Bonnie and Barnacles both feeling just as loved as before.

Once late noon came to pass, Bonnie was in the kitchen, eating the pesto kelp noodles that were requested earlier, they didn’t feel the constant itchy or the shame anymore, just then, Captain Barnacles walked in with two mugs. “Feeling better, dear?” He approached them and set one of the mugs down and sat beside them at the table.

“I am, thank you, what about you, Bear?” Bonnie took a sip of the tea on their mug, most of the Octonauts drank hot cocoa, but Bonnie hated it, as they believed drinks should be cold. So they usually had tea.

“Better.” Barnacles simply replied. “Thank you for that, by the way.” He looked at the hot cocoa in his mug “What you said meant a lot to me, but I’d appreciate some patience with my feelings, dear? I’ve never been good with that.” He asked, his expression ad kind as ever.

“I’ll be patient , just like you are with me.” Bonnie gently kissed his head.

[reverie-starlight]

hiii, just poppin' in to say i love ALL of your writing (no matter how self indulgent) it's always so so amazing

i also wanted to ask about your favourite headcanons of your favourite haikyuu boys/girls?

AWWW ANON ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH, THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME <333

and oooo that's a tough one... I'm gonna do relationship HCs and I'm gonna try to limit myself to 5 but we shall see how that goes...

(...I only did some boys in this one cause it was getting long but if you want me to do one for the ladies of haikyuu I absolutely will. alisa and kiyoko are my wives.)

{relationship HCs for various hq boys}

gn!reader, pure fluff <3

timeskip spoilers!!

includes: kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, sakusa and semi (who would have guessed)

kuroo

the light of my life. my first husband.

like he could be so attentive to your every want and need

but you need to communicate with him what those things are before he actually picks up on them

but once he does? you're gonna feel like royalty with how amazing he treats you

kuroo is definitely the type to rile you up for his own enjoyment

like not enough to make you actually angry but just mildly annoyed, or to get you into the same playful mood he's in

usually you'd go into playful banter from there

he loooovvveeesss kissing you

like so much it's actually concerning (but you love it anyway)

doesn't have a specific place he prefers to kiss you but he will admit to purposefully kissing you in sensitive spots (like your neck or stomach) so he can hear the noises that come from that

if you're like me and get anxious/too in your own head sometimes, he would be so good at keeping you distracted and calm

would hold your hand squeeze it every so often to ground you

(side note he would have the nicest hands, second only to akaashi maybe, and he's aware you like them)

gently cups your cheeks a lot when you're having a conversation, it's so common that neither of you even notice it anymore, so when you're out with friends and he does it, they gag at the affection

also yk that thing where you knock your heads together as a form of affection??? you guys would absolutely do that, it's his favourite thing

since I literally have his jersey in hoodie form, I have to mention that he would purposefully buy clothes he thinks you'd be more likely to steal from him

he lovesss seeing you happy, so your relationship is a lot of fun. he's always making you laugh, which in turn, makes him laugh too

will CRY if you whisper sweet nothings to him after a long, hard day, pls validate him and tell him you love him and he's all that you want and more

and he will absolutely do the same for you, even if you had the best day. he wants to give you everything, so let him !!

scratch his back while he lays on top of you and rants about his day and he turns to putty

he's just very in love with you and wants to make you the happiest person on the planet, he wholeheartedly believes you deserve it <3

atsumu

we all knew he was gonna be on this list

fun fact, kuroo and akaashi were my top two characters for like a year and a half, and then one day atsumu shot to first place (if you couldn't tell from my blog)

anyway if favoritism shows, no it doesn't

he will pick you up at any chance he gets and drag you to your room for cuddles

he is SUCH a cuddly guy I wholeheartedly believe that.

does not mind being the big spoon one bit if that's what you prefer, as long as he gets to hold you in some way

he goes all out for anniversaries and holidays, you actually have to reign him in a lot of the time

will go to the gym and send you mirror selfies with horribly cheesy captions saying how much he misses you and how he wishes you were there with him

the jackals all love you and will 100% side with you in a petty argument just to tease atsumu

his favourite place to kiss you is definitely on the lips. he's not sure why but it just makes him happy

he LOVES it when you kiss his forehead tho

you guys have an entire arsenal of inside jokes

truly your relationship is two dorks best friends in love

after a long day his ideal destress routine would be to make dinner with you and then watch a show on the couch before going on an evening walk together

will show you off at every event he brings you to

he gets so giggly whenever you show him affection without him having to ask for it, it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

this man flirts to see you hideaway and then turns a million shades of red if you give it right back

he is just so proud to call you his partner <3

oikawa

this man is my favourite character in all of haikyuu

he's my favourite character but like, only top 5 in terms of my simp list yk??

but you'd better believe I have some HCs for him

I've said it before and I will say it again, even if Spanish isn't his first language, he would absolutely use Spanish terms of endearment on you while/after living in argentina

things like mi vida, mi sol, mi amor, etc...

i'm half costa rican, you can't blame me for adoring pet names in Spanish, and if you do I will simply ignore you <3

bro is so romantic.

like I genuinely believe he would be one of the most romantic guys out of any of them

very affectionate, but I feel like he wouldn't be so much in public despite what everyone else says

he'd happily show you off at events and stuff, and it would be obvious you two are together, but I think he's definitely more affectionate alone with you

loves loves loves skinship

will literally stick his hands under your shirt when you're cuddling just to trace shapes into your skin

loves gently running his fingers over the features of your face

he just wants to feel you a bit

kisses your temples and fingers the most I think

loves taking baths with you as well, he loves just sitting with you and talking about your days

he always wants to hear about every little detail

he lovesssss when you start rambling on about something and will listen to you so intently bc he knows what it is to feel passionate about something

if you run your hands through his hair he will melt into you, but you didn't hear it from me

he will also melt if you call him any pet name. he'll never admit it, but you know his favourites are the ultra-sweet, tooth-rotting ones he claims to hate

if you're ever insecure about anything in terms of your physical appearance, he will spend so much time complimenting you and kissing every place you point to <3

looks for you in the crowd at his games and smiles at you before he serves bc you're wearing his jersey

i want to give him a million kisses all over his face after he wins a game to see him smile and laugh, I have no problem feeding his ego actually

damn maybe the favoritism showed up more in this one

sakusa

take this as his bday post bc i forgot to get something out for the actual day

i LOVE this guy

I do already have some fluff HCs for him and a clingy!reader

but these are gonna be more general

okay so I do genuinely believe he would be soft for his partner

in public he is not outwardly affectionate

but that's okay bc you love all parts of him and respect his boundaries

however behind closed doors

he will bask in your affection

loves having your arms around him, loves being pressed against you

he's not a robot in public though, oh no

he has a very dry sense of humour, i think, which you love

bc if he has a sly remark or something to make about someone, he'll lean in close and whisper it to you

doesn't matter where you guys are, if he thinks of something, he's gonna want to share it with his partner, especially if he thinks it will make them laugh

his pet names for you range anywhere from "sweetheart" to "you little shit" tbh

lots of playful debates with him too

he likes to subtly match with you, either through colours you wear or like, homescreens that match up when you put your phones side by side

loves to kiss your palms the most and when he's holding your hand or you're cupping his face, he will hold your wrist and press tiny kisses to it

very observant so he will always be picking up on any mood changes or things you're hinting at

his morning voice is god tier, just saying

loves it when you play with his hair right when he wakes up, will literally purr like a cat if you do it long enough, but he will deny anything and distract you from it with a kiss

what a guy <3

semi

THE SEMI APPRECIATION AGENDA LIVES ON

i've said it before and i will say it again: he plays the guitar for you and writes songs with you in mind

he is a literal godsend when it comes to attending to your needs

does not mind one bit if you ask him to get you water at midnight

he is always down for late night drives as well, and has two playlists specifically curated for them and he picks one to play based on whether you're tired and need to get extra sleepy or if you're energetic and want to jam out with him

he's a government worker by day, musician by night and whenever you go to his shows, he will dedicate a song to you

speaking of performances

bringing this one up again, but always has you write something on him before he goes on stage (I have a mini fic based on that idea if u look on my page!!)

HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH OKAY??? would literally worship the ground you walk on if you told him to

gets you souvenirs from wherever he plays a show and presents them to you all dramatically and grins when you laugh at him

you most definitely have a necklace or bracelet with one of his old guitar picks hanging from it

semi is affectionate. not stingy with it in public but not crazy with it behind doors either. he's just. affectionate. most of it comes out in his songwriting anyway.

his main love languages are probably words of affirmation and acts of service

will ABSOLUTELY whisper sweet nothings to you completely unprompted when he's feeling soft just to get you flustered and/or in a sweet mood with him

he is in love, your honour

@emmyrosee more kuroo as promised!!

hope you all enjoyed!! please like and reblog <3

[pochipop]

＃OVERWATCH !! ♡ — EVEN WHEN I DOUBT YOU (PHARAH (FAREEHA) X READER).

#. synopsis! — fareeha gets called to action, but you really can't handle seeing her go tonight .

#. characters! — pharah .

#. warnings! — explicit representations of a verbal argument .

#. word count! — 2.7k.

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw), @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — break from uni yippee, happy holidays!! big crush on pharah rn, really need her to kiss me ngl .

She’s leaving again. You’ve hardly seen her these past few months as she’s been called to arms over and over and over, and you’re teetering on the edge of decay. It’s like a shot to the heart each time she goes away again, long nights of losing sleep and biting your nails down to the quick, worrying and wondering about whether you’ll ever see her face once more. And even when you do, the thought of her inevitably having to go and fight and struggle to stay alive seeps its way into your thoughts like a virus, corrupting all the happiness and bliss you should feel in your girlfriend’s embrace.

Fareeha isn’t the born soldier everyone (including herself, at some points)makes her out to be. She wasn’t brought onto this Earth to save lives and protect others, even at the expense of her own safety (and your sanity.) It’s the life she chose against her mother’s wishes, against all the warnings she received, and all the pushes she was given to use her talents in other places. Sometimes, you can’t help but wish she would have listened to their advice. Maybe then you wouldn’t be pacing back and forth in the bedroom of the quaint apartment you share with her, —though most wouldn’t know it. It’s filled with your belongings, and it’s home to you. . . But Fareeha’s things go to Overwatch HQ, and they seldom return, left to rot in her locker until she inevitably throws them away.

The bed doesn’t smell like her anymore, and what few clothes remain in the closet hang untouched in the closet like they’re preparing to be sold and not worn. You hear her sigh deeply through the crack in the door, light spilling in from the hallway that leads directly into the living room. There, Fareeha shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her phone pressed to her ear. She hasn’t officially told you that she’s leaving soon, —but you knew the moment her phone rang and she stopped kissing you to roll over and take it that it wouldn’t be long.

Tears prick at your eyes. She’d only gotten back a few days ago, —days that she spent working on reports, instead of falling into the arms of her lover; and now they were taking her away again. It’s times like this when you kick yourself the most for falling for someone like her. Sure, she made it easy enough, with her pretty face and charming wit, and all the times she disappeared just to come back and kiss it better. . . But the pattern was stale now. Your heart was wearing thin.

So the moment she stepped back into the bedroom with an apologetic look on her face, opening her mouth to say what she always does; ‘I’m sorry, angel, I know it’s sudden, but duty calls,’ you quiver a little and shake your head, causing her to clam up entirely.

“That’s it then?” You question after taking a few seconds to collect yourself and swallow the sob threatening to work its way up your throat. “You’re leaving again? And what I think, what I say, what I feel. . . None of that matters?”

Fareeha looks stunned. It’s not like you to break down like this at all. For as long as she’s known you, she’s found that you’ve been stronger about her leaving than she is. But there is something distinctly different about this moment, and you know she can feel the way it weighs heavily enough to suffocate you both.

“Of course it matters,” she replies. “You matter. But this isn’t just about you, or me. . . You have to remember that the world doesn’t revolve around us. There are much bigger things at stake.”

“You promised,” you choke out pathetically. “You promised it wouldn’t be like this when you came back.”

“I know, I know,” Fareeha sighs deeply.

You can tell this is having just as much of an impact on her, but that she’s doing a better job of hiding it this time around.

“I’m sorry. I really am. But I have to go. . . You understand that, right?”

“No,” you shake your head defiantly. “I don’t understand. Not anymore.”

“Baby, please,” she steps a little closer, cupping your cheek in the palm of her hand, “don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

You brush her hand away a bit callously, but the last thing you want is to be touched by her right now. Ten minutes ago, before the call, before she stumbled out of the bedroom to take it, before the world came crashing down again; it was all you wanted. . . But now, her fingers felt like burning coals against your skin.

“It has to be as hard as I’m making it,” you answer. “All the things I’ve sacrificed to be with you, —leaving so much of my old life behind, making changes just to suit your needs, all the shit I’ve forfeited and missed out on to move here and be with you, to get left behind everytime Overwatch wants something from you. I’ve supported every decision you’ve made for yourself, every alteration we’ve had to make together, but I’m tired. I feel worthless to you.”

Maybe it isn’t exactly the right time to rattle all of that off, but God, it was bound to happen at some point with how much you’d been bottling up. Especially after these last few months, caught up in this endless cycle of hurt and misfortune.

“You are not worthless to me,” Fareeha states firmly. “Not at all.”

And you believe her. You know she loves you, and that she does the best she can on any given day, but this downtrodden adrenaline rush has your heart pin pricked, and all you want to do is curl up somewhere and waste away until she comes back home again. If she comes back home again.

“Then don’t go,” you utter, and it sounds almost like a whimper. “Please, Fareeha.”

“Y/n. . .”

Your heart sinks lower. She seldom says your name, and never in that tone unless she knows she’s about to disappoint you.

“Please,” you repeat, a little stronger this time.

“You know what kind of life I live,” she says. “Sometimes, the work I do requires me to leave, and go, and be alone for a while, —and it’s not because I want to. It���s because this is what I have to do. It’s what I’ve been trained for. And I’m sorry that I can’t just sit around and wait for you to be okay with that. I really am. But please don’t take this personally. It’s just something I have to do.”

“It’s been three days,” you say. “You haven’t even been back for a week yet, and they want to ship you off somewhere else?”

“They don’t control when or where disaster strikes,” she reminds you.

“No, they don’t but they sure as hell control who gets called to go fix it,” you argue. “They have a roster full of soldiers, and they can’t give you a week to yourself? A week to be home with the people you love?”

“You’re frustrated, and I understand why. It frustrates me too, believe me. . . But I’m good at what I do, y/n,” she says in earnest.

“I know that,” you answer. “The world knows that. But I can’t keep doing this with you, Fareeha.”

Her face falls. It’s hard to see her look so dejected when you’re used to the bright way she smiles, but what you said was nothing short of the truth. This has been eating you alive for so long, and these last few months have been a dangerous tipping point. Being stuck at home while she fights on the frontlines of every battle they can’t seem to win without her has left you riddled with anxiety, a constant reminder that your lover is unsafe and might not even make it back to you in one piece. It lives in your bones like it’s stuffed into the marrow.

“Please don’t say that,” she says in a voice just above a whisper.

“I can’t do it,” you shake your head, looking anywhere but her eyes as tears begin to trickle down your cheeks. “You leave, and I worry so much that it consumes me. Then you come back, and I feel like I can breathe again, but it’s so shortlived that it might as well not have even happened in the first place. They can’t even wait for your bruises to disappear before they put you out there again.”

“I’m fine, baby,” she urges. “Look at me? Aren’t I perfectly okay?”

She gestures to her strong body as if that’s supposed to make her point for her.

“No,” you shake your head. “You’re not. Do you really think I can’t tell that you’re tired? That you’re exhausted?”

“Of course I am,” Fareeha relents, “but that’s just the way life goes sometimes. I’m a soldier. This is what I am. It’s what I have to do, —it’s all I know.”

You want to offer a rebuttal, but your voice dies in the back of your throat. It’s not that you want to deny her the thing she’s worked at for so long. . . It’s just that this isn’t good for anyone. Not for you and your fragile feelings, and especially not for her. Not when you could feel the weariness in every move she’s made since coming back, and certainly not when they’d promised her a break weeks in advance, only to call her back the very second something went wrong.

“I just need some time to focus on this mission,” she continues. “I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”

“You promised last time too,” you remind her bluntly. “And the time before that.”

“I know,” Fareeha admits. “And I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to keep them. But this time, I’ll make sure things are different. Just let me do what needs to be done, and when I get back, I’ll do everything in my power to make this right. You can have me all to yourself. Please. . . Stay.”

“You stay. If you leave tonight, I won’t sleep, I won’t be able to think straight until you’re home again, I. . . Not tonight. Please, just this one time Fareeha, don’t let them run you into ruins. Put yourself first.” 

“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head, “but I just don’t have that kind of luxury. If I don’t go tonight, I’ll never be able to forgive myself if something goes wrong out there.”

“And what if something happens to you?”

“It won’t,” she insists. “Don’t I always come back to you? Aren’t I always okay?” She questions. 

“Up until this point, sure,” you acknowledge. “But all it takes is one time. One thing going wrong. One missed step because you’re overworked and tired. That’s all it takes for me to lose you, and that terrifies me.”

“Have some faith in my abilities, would you please? I’ve trained for almost my entire life to fill the shoes I do now, —to be a soldier that everyone can rely on! This is what my life’s efforts have been for!” She exclaims.

“And you’ve already done enough for your lifetime and a few hundred others,” you answer. “I’m proud of you, Fareeha. I’m proud of everything you’ve accomplished, of everything you’ve achieved, —but I’m asking you, for once in your life, to think about something other than your job. If you can’t be bothered to put yourself first, then think about everything you’d be leaving behind. . . Your family, your friends. . . Me. . .”

“My work is important,” she says firmly. “It’s part of who I am. This isn’t up for discussion or debate.”

“I’m not asking you to give it up, I’m asking you to take a break,” you reply. “If you want to be a soldier until they force you from the frontlines, then so be it. But right now, I’m fucking begging you to not leave here tonight.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Fareeha insists. “You know that. . . But please don’t do this.”

That sob you forced down before works its way back up.

“Please,” she repeats, “you’ve always known. . .”

She doesn’t finish that sentence, but you know what she’s implying: that you’ve always known what you were getting into. And that’s true. But more than that, you also know she’s been working herself to the bone, and she’s in no condition to be fighting for anyone else at this point.

You lean in to kiss her, even against your better judgement.

“Stay safe, Pharah,” you mumble against her lips.

“Don’t call me that,” she shakes her head, her hands finding their way to your cheeks again. “Not now.”

“I’ll call you what you are to me,” you answer softly. “A soldier.”

“Don’t,” she chokes out. “I’m your girlfriend. Don’t say that to me.”

“Then listen to me, as someone you love, —as someone you know loves you, and don’t go tonight. Stay here. Let me take care of you,” you plead with her.

“I can’t do that,” she whispers. “I have a duty—”

You cut her off without thinking.

“It’s not always your responsibility to fix all the things that go wrong in the world!” You shout. 

She stops to stare at you in something that looks like a mixture of horror and desperate realization. . . Like no one has ever said anything like that to her before.

“Please,” you plead with her, voice softening. “Please, Fareeha. Let someone else take the burden for once. You don’t have to shoulder all the weight in the world every single time someone needs something.”

She searches your eyes with her own, —beautiful and dark brown, but simmering with conflict. The struggle between what she feels is right for her to do as a soldier and the desire to follow your wishes is palpable, even as the room is shrouded in conflict, both spoken and unspoken alike.

“I love you,” you continue, voice lowering again, barely above a whisper now. “I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you. You deserve to rest and to let someone else handle things, just this once.”

For a moment, you can see it in her eyes that she wants to give in, and you feel a surge of newfound hope at the idea that your words might have finally reached the logician inside her. But then she shakes her head and averts her gaze to the floor.

“I wish things were that simple,” she replies. “I wish that I could stay here and hold you. . . But I can’t ignore my responsibilities. People depend on me.” 

You understand the depth of her commitment. It’s admirable, even. But you also know that she really shouldn’t be pushing her own limits under these circumstances.

“I depend on you too, Fareeha.”

“That’s. . . That’s different,” she says, clearly torn.

“You have a duty to yourself and to us,” you add. “Not just to the battlefield. Please, let this fall to someone else tonight. They can deal with it without you, just this one time.”

She hesitates visibly, a battle of emotions at play behind her irises. The breath she lets out next is shaky and uncertain, but she meets your gaze with a sense of vulnerability that you’ve never seen before.

“Alright,” she concedes. “I’ll call back and tell them I’m not fit for the mission.”

Relief floods through your veins like ice water, and you hug her tightly, savoring the warmth and the firmness of her muscles around you.

“Thank you,” you mumble gratefully against the heated skin of her neck.

She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a soft smile.

“I love you,” she tells you honestly.

You return her smile, understanding not only the weight of her duties and the life she’s built, but appreciating the strength it’s taken for her to step away from it all for a bit, even if it won’t last long.

“I love you too, Fareeha,” you murmur. “More than I can say.”

And in the quiet moment that follows, she finds herself thinking that choosing you tonight has been a victory within itself.

[tobiasdrake]

While you’re on the subject of underexplored Dragon Ball trivia, could you tell us something on the Dragon Balls themselves?

Hmm... not sure how much underexplored trivia I know on the subject. I think most of the details about what the Balls are and how they work are pretty well known. But I can go into a run-down.

Originally based on Journey to the West, the core purpose of the Dragon Balls is to provide a sort of miraculous quest of worthiness to their seeker. On Namek, the planet they come from, each one of six Balls, stars 2-7, is carried by the Choro or "Elder" of the village. To make your wish to Porunga, you must visit each village in turn and pass some great test of virtue that the Choro demands of you.

With the final Dragon Ball, the One-Star Ball, resting in the hands of Saichoro or "Grand Elder". He is the final arbiter of worthiness for your desire to receive a miracle from Porunga.

Krillin, incidentally, is the only person during the campaign on Namek to successfully pass a Namekian elder's measurement of virtue rather than taking a Ball by force. For escorting Dende to the safety of Saichoro's home and for having genuinely good intentions for his desired miracle, Krillin is judged worthy and given the One-Star Ball.

300 years ago, after the Nameless Namekian ascended to the lofty position of God, he was able to make Dragon Balls of his own. Though he didn't have the same organized structure that Saichoro put into his Dragon Ball system, the idea was similar: the Dragon Balls would provide a means for people to produce great deeds when in need.

It didn't pan out. The Dragon Bal ls were a mistake and brought nothing but horror to the Earth, and he regretted ever making the stupid fucking things. After Piccolo killed Shenron, God was more than ready to wash his hands of it.

By the time we meet God, it's hard to disagree. Oolong thwarted a maniac's wish for world domination by spending Shenron's world-shaping miracle on a set of women's undergarments before he could make his wish. A jackbooted warlord shot up multiple regions of the world to claim the Dragon Balls because he wanted to be taller. Bulma shot a child in the face with a gun so she could have infinite strawberries. Or a boyfriend. Either/or.

Honestly, infinite strawberries sounds pretty valid for a wish, NGL. Still wouldn't impress God, though.

There's also a piece of obscure Dragon Ball trivia says that the Dragon Balls were once used to successfully make a wish for world domination. This is why the entire Earth is a one-world nation under the dominion of King Furry. I think it comes from a Toriyama interview? But I don't recall the source so take that with a grain of salt.

In any case, God feels that the Dragon Balls were a horrible mistake and it's hard to disagree. The only thing that convinces him they're worth remaking is Goku's nobility. He sees in Goku the great virtue that has thus far been missing from anyone else who would seek the Dragon Balls, and that makes it all worthwhile.

The process of assembling the Dragon Balls is meant to be difficult. However, Bulma's invention of the Dragon Radar more or less trivialized it.

Notably, as a sign of her genius, the handheld radar that Bulma carries around outstrips the competition every time. She's far from the only person ever to make a Dragon Radar; She's just the only person ever to make a portable one.

That huge wall console is the best that the world's most powerful rogue paramilitary organization could manage. And it's still a hell of a lot better than anything Vegeta or Frieza had. They had to track people and hope a Dragon Ball was nearby.

Though I would be remiss to bring up Bulma's invention of the portable radar and not mention that, fun fact, the Radar that we often see passed around throughout the series wasn't built by her. Bulma's Radar was stolen by General Blue.

It's never seen again after this scene. I guess it was probably still in HQ when Goku stormed the place?

No, the Radar Goku finished the RRA arc with and then continues passing along from character to character is actually this one, created by - I shit you not - a cameo guest star from Toriyama's gag manga Dr. Slump.

Having seen the inner workings of the Radar while it was being repaired, Turbo the flying genius baby is able to reproduce a second copy. This copy would become the main Dragon Radar going forward after Bulma's original Radar was lost and forgotten.

Yeah, Dr. Slump canonically exists within the world of Dragon Ball and has directly impacted the story of one of its most iconic elements. However, this Radar still remains Bulma's genius design. She completely obliterated the entire test of virtue concept. I need you to understand that Bulma is the greatest heretic in the history of the universe, and that she and Vegeta deserve each other.

And now she uses Shenron for plastic surgery.

God was right. Earth isn't worthy of power like this. It was a mistake to bring Shenron back.

With some limitations, the great dragon summoned by the Dragon Balls can grant any miracle that is within Shenron's power. The main restriction this places is simple: Shenron or Porunga may not grant a wish affecting a person more powerful than Shenron unless that person consents.

This limitation serves the narrative purpose of explaining why we can't have Shenron pop any enemy that shows up into oblivion, which had been the Muten-Roshi's plan for dealing with Piccolo originally.

Though I occasionally like to joke about an AU where Bulma uses Shenron to solve the Saiyans. Can't teleport them into the sun or something? That's fine. I wish for you to teleport their spaceships into the sun.

No, I know you still can't teleport them even if you teleport their vehicles. That's fine. I'm asking you to teleport only the ships.

And then everyone lives happily ever after. Until about six or seven years later when the Androids kill us all.

But Shenron's and Porunga's power limitations also mean the story can have fun moments like this.

Goku is able to resist Porunga's attempt to warp him back to Earth because he's too powerful for the dragon to move involuntarily. He must consent to the teleport.

Of note: This particular piece of context doesn't come up in the DBS: Broly film directly, but it provides a fun bit of context to its finale.

When Cheelai used Shenron to save Broly, he had to consent to that. He could have told Shenron to go fuck himself and kept fighting instead.

But he doesn't want to. You can feel it just from looking at his face. Gogeta broke Broly's legendary berserker rage. In this instant, staring down Blue Gogeta's Kamehameha, Shenron asked him, "You want out of this, my dude?" And he said yes please. I'm done. I'm ready to go home.

The power restriction is also the reason why Shenron couldn't revert the Twins to normal humans.

But he can pop those self-destruct devices right out of their bodies, no sweat.

The other key limitation that Shenron has is an inability to resurrect the same person twice - Something Goku just sort of throws in as a new rule at the start of the Saiyan arc.

It's interesting to note that it's not specifically a prohibition against repeated rezzes, but against "granting the same wish twice". This never comes up in any other context, but it's interesting to think about.

Good thing Porunga doesn't have that limitation. Like. At all.

Hey, look at that. He was able to bring back Piccolo, Krillin, and Yamcha even though he'd already revived those two before.

Before the Buu arc, it could be assumed that he could raise people twice because those people had previously been raised by Shenron. Different dragon, different wish history. But no. Porunga's just better.

Our bootleg wish-dragon is a pale imitation of the real thing. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you that. But ours can do multi-rez so suck on that Poru--

Oh, never mind. Muri found out about multi-rez and gave him a tweak. Porunga remains the superior dragon. Of course, he's not the only person to upgrade their dragon. We have Dende to thank for Shenron's upgrades too.

This is a point that I've seen people get confused on. Dende's Shenron grants three wishes like Porunga. However, a multi-rez is so costly that it expends two of those wishes. So you can have three individual wishes or a multi-rez and one other wish.

The language here is super ambiguous, admittedly. It's easy to interpret Dende as saying "If I activate multi-rez then I have to set the limit to two." Like. We can configure Shenron for three wishes OR configure him for two wishes but make it possible to do multi-rez.

But subsequent chapters and authorial statements have clarified the matter. As long as you aren't multi-rezzing, you get three wishes.

It's just. Nobody ever uses Shenron for anything but multi-rez so it rarely comes up. This is not helped by general inconsistency, which Toei is particularly bad about but Toriyama's guilty of too. In the DBS: Broly movie, Shenron inexplicably is back to granting only one!

My dude. What happened to your upgrade? You were upgraded, you defective knock-off! DX

I think he just wanted to get the fuck out of there before Frieza realized he can still make his wish for improved tallness. He grants enough of that shit for Bulma as it is. He doesn't want another person muscling in on it.

This is what his life has come to.

It's also interesting to note that with multi-wish dragons, you can bank a wish if you don't have anything else in particular that you want.

Speaking of inconsistency, they made a multi-rez wish so shouldn't Shenron be down for eight months, not four? Either way, point is that you can cut down Shenron's recharge time by not using some of your wishes. Which makes sense if you think about it, but is more user-friendly than a lot of magical reality-warping macguffins typically are.

Shenron's great about that in general, concerning himself with making sure that the miracle he grants is in line with the intent of the wish, not just the letter. Unlike that bastard Porunga. He knows what he did.

In fairness, that's as much Dende's fault as Porunga's.

That about covers it for the Dragon Balls and their Wish Dragons, I think.

[natashaslesbian]

Best Friend Crush

Summary:

Word count: 835

Parings: (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Warnings: none :))

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You met Kate when you were just 5 years old. You spent every second together, you walked everywhere together. If Kate was at the park, then you were too. If you were eating ice cream, Kate was too. You spent your childhood alongside each other, you experienced all the highs and lows together. You held her hand the day of her fathers funeral, and she held yours in return when you came out to your family. Kate cried for hours the day you left for college, for the first time ever you were going to be apart. Those few years went by in a flash and before you knew it, the pair of you were running havoc in the avengers compound. You were thrilled that not only had Kate managed to meet her hero but she now fought beside Clint, with you not too far behind. You have Yelena to thank for your entry into S.H.I.E.L.D, she found you outside the compound tackling photographers. Yelena managed to convince Natasha that the team needed you and after 2 years of training, you and Kate were finally official members of the team.

Tonight you were celebrating a successful mission, Tony decided that a big party was well overdue and went completely overboard inviting everyone he could think of. You had spent most of the evening attached to Kate’s hip but when an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D HQ asked to buy you a drink you scurried away with excitement at a possible new relationship. You had been single for almost a year now after your ex girlfriend cheated on you at college. Although you were heartbroken, you were excited that you would have more time to spend with Kate. Every time she was around you got butterflies, but you pushed them to one side as Kate defiantly didn’t feel the same way. You danced freely for most of the night with Amanda, she was fun and great at making you laugh. Her golden hair fell delicately across her shoulders, but your mind couldn’t help but think of Kate. How much you wished to be dancing with her, holding her.

On the other side of the room, Kate was close to crushing the glass in her hand. Watching someone throw their hands all over you, the way she was looking at you like you were hers. The archer had been wanting to tell you how she feels for weeks now but she just couldn’t pull the words together, now she was watching you dance with someone who wasn’t her. She figured she should be sad, sad that you were interested in someone else but instead her blood was boiling. This blonde didn’t deserve you, she didn’t know how you liked your coffee or what your favourite season was. Kate couldn’t watch this anymore, she wouldn’t. “Y/n I need you” you heard as you were pulled away from Amanda, you missed the daggers Kate had shot at her “Kate I’m dancing with Amanda” you said “well why aren’t you dancing with me?” Kate said, her mouth moving to quick for her brain “what?” Kate wanted you to dance with her? “I, um” she stumbled over her words as she realised her mistake, this wasn’t how she wanted to tell you. Kate pulled away and headed towards the exit. Looking back for Amanda, you found her already eyeing up another agent, holding her the way she had been holding you just a moment ago. ‘Such a flirt’ you thought

“Kate!” You called out into the empty bedroom. You had been searching for her since she ran from the party. You fell to your final idea and pulled out your phone, a small buzzing noise took your feet to the kitchen. “Kate” you said as you hung up the call “are you okay?” You asked “y/n I’m sorry” She said, her back still facing you “sorry for what?” She pulled her focus towards you followed by her shoulders and the rest of her body “I wanted it to be special, I didn’t mean to just blurt something out” Kate sniffled “what are you talking about?” You walked towards your best friend, silent wishing this was going the way you were hoping it would “I like you y/n” she said “in fact I love you” she paused again “as more than a friend” your heart felt full, she felt the same way, there was a chance this could happen. “Kate I-“ you stumbled over your words, making the archer extremely nervous “I love you too” she pulled you into her arms and the pair of you shared the most loving embrace. When she pulled back, Kates gaze met your lips, you nodded your consent. Her soft warm lips collided with yours and you could taste the lasting layer of her strawberry lipgloss. The need for air soon came and you pulled back with Kates face still in your hands. “Can I take you on a date?” She asked “tomorrow?” You suggested “tomorrow.” She confirmed.

[prismuffin]

Hey. Can I send in a watch dogs request please when sitara is R’s older sister, and they are mute; and Sitara is really protective of them like Josh? Maybe like someone makes fun of them online or something and Sitara goes full big sister mode and comforts R while going after whoever sent the messages?

A/n: sorry if this is a bit short anon but also I enjoyed writing for watchdogs !! Gn Reader !!

Simple Mistake

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader

( summary: when the HQ gets hacked by some trolls with a petty grudge against "S1lentz0" they don't necessarily hold back on the idiot that left them such an obvious trail to follow, you )

warnings?: cyberbullying, swearing, talks of violence and guns, reader knows sign language!! ( italics are sign language )

!-!more under the cut!-!

You hadn't meant for this to happen honestly. You were in the hackerspace in your usual spot on the couch just patching up some code in the servers on your laptop. Recently Lenni had hacked into your guys' network and left so many backdoors and holes in your servers meaning you were much more susceptible to hacks these days. If you didn't patch this now who knows who could hack you next. You typed away at the keyboard your eyes following line after line of code when Wrench called for you. You were busy, but he said it'd only be a second and that if you didn't hold a very specific wire for him while he searched for his pliers then the thing he was working on would blow up in all of your faces, literally. Josh was busy with a similar task to yours, patching up the network after Lenni got in and removing any potential backdoors she could've left. Sitara was helping Markus with the 3D printer as he got ready to leave for another physical hack across LA. So you reluctantly looked away from your laptop, leaving your unfinished vulnerable servers for just a minute too long.

Sitara shot you a smile as she noticed you walking over to Wrench and you shot her one back. It was nice that even after all these years you still had a good relationship with your older sister. Not a lot of siblings can say that they stay as close as you two have. You look up to Sitara, the way she's so bold in both her art and real life, sometimes you wish you could be like that.

But you're not.

And that thought alone used to bug you so much but Sitara reassured you that you were perfectly fine as you. She's always looked out for you since you two were kids. Being mute and more reserved, it was a lot harder to make friends or to feel useful most days. There was always something bad happening in the world and you felt terrible knowing there was often nothing you could to to help. But after joining Dedsec as 'S1lentz0' with Sitara you've found that there are tons of different people in the world just like you and they're all helpful in their own ways.

Speaking of helpful, you cautiously grabbed the wire that Wrench held. "Good now keep that steady, don't let it touch any other wires or we're all dead...mmm- probably." He ranted as he ducked underneath his workstation in search of his preferred tool. You glanced down at him every so often, cursing in your hands as your hands struggled to stay perfectly steady, though with the amount of energy drinks the whole team downs you're not entirely shocked that you can't help the involuntary motion. "Aha!" Wrench yelled, shooting up only to hit his head on the underside of the table, making the whole thing shake. Your eyes widened as sparks flew momentarily before you grabbed the device to steady it before the wire could react with anything else. "owww," Wrench groaned as he stood up straight, rubbing the back of his head, his mask showing his displeasure. You breathed out a sigh of relief at the lack of any sort of explosion before Wrench took over again, grabbing the wire from your hand delicately as he looked at you. "Your presence is appreciated my dear friend," he put on a fake British accent as he spoke, patting your cheek with the pliers twice before focusing his attention back on the device. You nodded and took that as your cue to leave. Walking back over to your laptop, you huffed down onto the couch with a sigh ready to get back to work.

The sound of beeping caught your attention and you froze, grabbing your laptop you stared at the screen with wide eyes as some stupid animation of a snake firing a gun with its tail played. It shot through your code, 1's and 0's flying everywhere as a mechanical laugh played. The snake slithered into the hole it shot and suddenly the rest of the TVs in your hackerspace were projecting the image of the snake. "What the hell is that?" Marcus questioned making everyone stop to peer at the screens. You cursed in your head as you frantically tried to stop the hack before it could get any worse.

At this point, the damage was already done though. Everyone crowded around the screens as a mechanical voice spoke. "S1lentz0 has left you vulnerable. That quiet idiot can't code to save their miserable life." It spoke, and you jumped reacting as if their words had physically hit you. You just tried to ignore their words as you started to lock them out of your system.

Sitara's jaw clenched as she stared at the screens. "Don't you talk about them like that you worthless pricks." She spat, anger evident in her voice as she crossed her arms. The voice let out the same mechanical laugh from before and Sitara only glared at the sound. "They brought down our encryptions and stole our codes to fix your vulnerable systems and thought we simply wouldn't take notice?" You'd began to sweat slightly as your fingers typed rapidly to shut them down. "Wait, so you're calling them worthless because they hacked you and took down your precious encryptions?" Marcus asked, holding back a laugh at their petty reasoning. "Snakes with cowboy hats? Who's idea was that?" Wrench spoke up, laughing much more boldly than Marcus making Josh roll his eyes at the situation. "I've heard of these guys, they're a newer hacker group called Ouroboros. Their systems are so outdated, I'm not shocked that you got your shit hacked and taken down so quickly," Sitara spoke, still glaring at the screen as she continued. "Don't be mad because my little sibling outsmarted your dumbass encryptions. The only reason you're even here is because some other hacker group weakened our system, not because you're skilled hackers." The mechanical voice tried spitting back but was washed from the screens as you finally kicked them out for good, patching up your network in the process.

With a sigh your head fell into your hands, you felt so bad that you let this happen. "welp, that was stupid," Marcus said before going back over to the printer but Sitara was looking at you. Her eyebrows were furrowed with worry as she saw you with your head in your hands, knowing exactly what you were thinking. Walking over to the couch she crouched down next to you, placing her hand on your knee as she softly called your name. "Y/n," You peeked from your hands to look at her. 'I'm sorry,' you signed, 'I didn't mean to leave us vulnerable.' you frowned, looking back towards your laptop to avoid her eye. Sitara sighed before moving to sit next to you. With a smile she bumped your shoulder and you looked at her again. "Hey, it's not your fault ok? If we're gonna blame anyone here its Lenni. She was the one to leave us vulnerable, you were just trying to fix it." 'Yeah but I got distracted.' "And that's completely ok," she placed her hand on your shoulder and you leaned into the comfort now going into a side hug with her. 'Is it really?' you signed, and she smiled "Yes! It is y/n, nobody's blaming you hun just look around." She was right, everyone had simply went back to their original tasks. It was almost as if you guys hadn't got hacked only a few minutes prior. "Those guys that hacked us are just run of this mill idiots they don't pose any real threat." She said with a playful roll of her eyes and you hesitantly smiled at her wording.

You guess she was right, you'd only hacked them a while ago to steal some parts of their firewall that you thought would be useful in your own. You often do that, stealing multiple different encryptions and putting them all together for one mega-encryption that was damn hard to hack. "Don't beat yourself up over this alright y/n? Trust me, me and Marcus are gonna get them back, right Marcus?" She smiled at the approaching male, "Damn right," Marcus said with a smirk, placing his newly made zap-gun in a holster under his hoodie.

Moving out of the hug you turned and smiled at Marcus. 'Thanks you guys,' You signed and Marcus looked at Sitara for translation, he was trying to learn more ASL for you but it's a lot harder than he thought it'd be. "You're welcome Y/n," She said, eyeing Marcus as she placed a hand on your head and Marcus nodded. You couldn't help but feel better at the interaction. Just having confirmation that they had your back in situations like these was enough to make you beam. You truly loved your team at Dedsec and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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( I'm very iffy on this one tbh I kinda don't like how I wrote it but imma post it anywayyyyy !!! )

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