#i’m messy and unpredictable and you guys already knew that

[farfromstrange]

Popping in to let you guys know that I haven’t forgotten about Fictober, I’ve just been kind of swamped. Uni started again for me this week, and I have a whole new workload to adjust to, plus my pcos is flaring up again. I’ll try to get some more of the prompts written this weekend, and hopefully, I can get back on schedule before October’s over. You’ll definitely get all the fics I’ve got planned, just not on time.

[fratttymatty]

Greeked

(All characters are 18+)

Matty never thought college would be this much of a shock. Sure, he was excited for the experience, but he wasn’t really prepared for how much things would change—and how fast.

He was 18 now, heading into his freshman year with a sense of nervous optimism. Matty had spent the last year of high school pining after his crush, Kayla—now, Kayla was his girlfriend, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he wasn’t invisible. He was excited for college, but one thing was certain: no matter how crazy college life might get, he was happy to be with Kayla—er, Cassie, now.

That was the first thing that had changed.

They had arrived at college together, a little overwhelmed but ready to face the unknown. Cassie, though—she had already changed. Matty was still trying to make sense of it.

“I’m telling you, Matty,” Cassie said one afternoon, walking hand in hand across the campus. “I so need to join a sorority. I’m like, totally vibing with the idea of Delta Theta Phi. They have, like, the best parties and stuff.”

Matty smiled, squeezing her hand. He’d known Cassie—Kayla—since high school. She’d always been fun and confident, but not quite like this. There was something a little… more bubbly about her now. More... valley girl.

“I don’t know,” Matty said, shaking his head. “You weren’t really into that stuff in high school, though. Is this, like… really you?”

Cassie stopped, looking at him with a confused expression. “What do you mean, babe? Of course it’s me. I just… I don’t know, I feel like college is all about being your best self, you know? I’ve been thinking about, like, how much fun it would be to totally fit in. I just know I’d be amazing at it!”

Matty blinked. “Uh… okay, if you say so. But you don’t need to change, Cassie. I love you just the way you are.”

She smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I know, babe. But this is just, like, the next level. You’ll see.”

They kept walking, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of Matty’s mind. Cassie? She was still the girl he loved, right? Then why did she feel… different? She wasn’t the quiet, introspective girl he knew. This new version of her was louder, bouncier, more caught up in appearances and parties.

Then it happened. The air around them shifted, and a strange swirl of energy seemed to surround them. Matty didn’t know what to make of it—he couldn’t see anything, but he felt it deep inside, like the world had just tilted slightly. Then, a voice that wasn’t quite there but somehow echoed in both their heads spoke:

“You’ve been chosen. The power of college life will transform you. No turning back. Embrace your new path.”

The wind rushed through the campus in an eerie hush, and for a moment, everything stood still. Matty glanced at Cassie. Her wide-eyed look mirrored his own confusion, but the magic was already working its way into their souls.

The Next Day

When Matty woke up the next morning, everything felt… off. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw the changes before he even registered them. His body was leaner, more muscular. His posture had shifted—he now stood tall and wide-shouldered, his physique looking like he'd spent months in the gym (which he hadn’t).

But the most noticeable change? His hair.

Matty had always been self-conscious about his hair. It was unruly—curly and thick, and no matter how hard he tried, it always seemed to fall into a messy, unpredictable state. He’d never been able to tame it the way the popular guys did. His hair was more of a hassle than a feature he could flaunt.

But now? As he stood in front of the mirror, Matty ran a hand through his hair—and stopped dead in his tracks.

It was perfect.

Matty blinked, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. His hair had changed, almost overnight.

Where it had once been a tangled mess of light brown curls, it now fell in perfectly tousled waves that seemed to defy gravity. His once wild curls were gone, replaced by a smooth, more controlled texture that still had some natural volume, but now it was effortlessly styled in a way that looked like he’d just walked out of a barber’s chair after a professional cut. It wasn’t too neat, but it wasn’t messy either. It looked intentional. Like he’d woken up with this style and hadn’t even needed to run a comb through it.

His hair was now darker, too. Instead of the lighter brown he’d been born with, it was now a rich, deep dark brown. It was almost close to black in some lights, but it still held a slight undertone of warmth. The colour gave him a more mature, striking appearance—one that was instantly more eye-catching than the old, plain, lighter brown he used to have. The transformation wasn’t just in the texture; it was in the depth of the colour itself.

The change was so profound that Matty didn’t even know how to process it at first. He reached up to run his fingers through his new hair again. It felt thicker, softer somehow, with the faintest scent of something like gel or pomade, as if it had been styled professionally while he slept. It gave him the type of effortless, “I woke up like this” look that guys on Instagram or in magazines seemed to always pull off.

The more he ran his fingers through it, the more he noticed that the strands of hair fell naturally into place. It was no longer an unmanageable mop—it was sleek, smooth, and just the right amount of tousled. His hair now seemed to fit his transformation into this new version of himself—Matt, the frat guy, the confident guy who got noticed.

Before, his hair had always been a problem. He’d try to comb it into place in the mornings, but it would quickly fall back into its usual, messy shape. It was always too long in some spots and too short in others. He’d hated how it would sometimes fall in his face or puff up in ways that made him feel awkward.

Now, it was different. His hair had a natural flow to it. The kind of look that made him look effortlessly cool. The messy wave that fell just above his eyebrows gave him a brooding, “bad boy” charm. It made him look more confident—more put together—and it fit his new persona perfectly.

Matty grabbed his phone to check his reflection in the front-facing camera. He gave himself a once-over, taking in his broader shoulders, his new body, and the sharp jawline that had appeared seemingly overnight. But it was his hair that caught his attention again.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “This is… way different.”

He ran his hand through it one more time, letting the waves fall back into place with minimal effort, and then he smiled. It felt right. His hair was a big part of the new Matt he was becoming—someone who didn’t have to work hard to look good. It was almost as if the universe had decided that everything about him needed to be sharper, more polished, more… frat.

His reflection stared back at him. Matt, with the perfect dark brown hair. Matt, with the confident, almost cocky smile that now played at the corners of his lips. The guy in the mirror was a stranger, yet familiar, someone who was meant for this life.

And as he admired his new look, he couldn't help but wonder just how deep this transformation would go. His hair was only the beginning, after all.

“Dude,” he muttered, staring at the reflection. "What the hell?”

And then it hit him—Matt. His reflection had changed. His whole demeanour was different. His voice felt deeper, and when he spoke, it sounded… natural. Like someone had flicked a switch, and now he was the ultimate frat boy without even trying. He flexed his arm in front of the mirror, still not fully understanding what was going on.

But something else was different, too. He looked at the clothes in his wardrobe—a brand-new set of tight, fitted T-shirts and well-worn jeans that made him look like he belonged in a college party. Gone was the awkward Matty, the kid who played it safe. In his place stood someone who could walk into a room and own it. Matt was the guy everyone wanted to be. He felt confident. Cocky, even.

He texted Cassie, hoping she was okay with all of this.

“Hey, you good? Something weird happened last night…”

Her reply came seconds later.

“Oh my god, babe! I feel amazing! You won’t believe it. I totally joined Delta Theta Phi, and they’re, like, so into me already! It’s going to be, like, the best thing ever!”

Matty stared at the text, his stomach twisting slightly. Something was off. Cassie—Cassie—was now using words like "totes" and "like" in every sentence. The bubbly, confident girl he once knew was changing right before his eyes, and part of him was unsettled by it. But the other part of him—Matt—found himself excited. This was the life he was supposed to be living. The frat parties, the competitions, the workouts. He couldn’t deny it: it felt good. Maybe, just maybe, this was who he was meant to be.

The Frat Life

Later that day, Matt was dragged into the fraternity house by a group of upperclassmen who had somehow decided he was frat material. They forced him to attend a party, where they pumped him full of beer, made him play beer pong, and introduced him to a whole new world of “bro” behaviour.

“You’re gonna crush it, bro,” Brock, the frat president, said as he threw an arm around Matt’s shoulders. “You’re one of us now. Party hard, hit the gym, and get with the ladies. That’s the frat way.”

“Yeah, dude,” Matt replied, nodding with a grin. “For sure. I’m, like, all in.”

The party raged on around him. It was loud. It was chaotic. But Matt had never felt more at home. The guys were laughing, the music was pounding, and everything about it felt right. He had no interest in the quiet, introspective kid he once was. This new life was everything he ever wanted. The muscles, the confidence, the parties—it was all here.

Cassie & The Sorority

At the same time, Cassie had fully embraced her new role in Delta Theta Phi. She walked around with her new sisters, a radiant smile on her face as they gossiped about their crushes and the upcoming sorority events. She had become, without a doubt, the epitome of a sorority girl. She was bubbly, she was popular, and she was constantly surrounded by attention.

But something about it never felt wrong. Cassie loved Matt. They were still dating, and no one could change that. Even though she was now a full-on "valley girl"—talking about boys, parties, and perfecting her “look”—her feelings for Matt hadn't wavered. In fact, if anything, she felt more connected to him than ever. She couldn’t wait to see him after every party, to tell him about her day, to laugh together over the silliest things.

She wasn't cheating, not at all. It was just that college life had changed them both, had made them more into the people they seemed to be destined to be. But even through all the transformations, her feelings for Matt never wavered.

A Relationship that Stays Strong

As the semester went on, Matt and Cassie (who had become an official part of the Greek system) lived in their new worlds. They attended parties, worked out together, and talked about their plans for the future. Despite their transformations, their love for each other was still the anchor that kept them grounded.

Cassie was happy with her sorority, yes. But she never let it interfere with her relationship. Matt was the same. The bro culture didn’t change how he felt about her. They made time for each other. They texted. They hung out. They still made each other laugh. Their personalities had changed, sure—but their connection hadn’t.

And while both of them had slipped into their new roles as frat bro and sorority girl, they hadn’t forgotten each other. They were still in love, still dating, still choosing each other every day.

For the first time, they both realized: sometimes you don’t need to be who you were in high school to find happiness. Maybe who they were now—Matt and Cassie—was who they were always meant to be.

(Matty on the left and Brock on the right, Cassie on the right and her sorority sister on the left)

[fiendfontainefenix]

work in progress. 18+ zhongchi

warning. non-con. will finish sometime. want zhongli to make a mess of childe.

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“That isn’t what I meant.” Zhongli interrupted in an exasperatingly patient tone. Brushing nonexistent lint from his immaculately pressed pants legs, he continued, “I do not understand how someone like you could have intercourse with a woman.”

Something popped loudly inside of Childe’s head. The corner of his eyebrow twitched violently. His strained smile grew even bigger as the urge to wrap his fingers around that bastard’s neck and find out how long it took for that composed expression to morph into one of terror clawed at his reasoning. What the fuck was this asshole implying? That hadn’t even been his intention in the first place but if it had been, Lumine’s legs would’ve been spread with a few whispered words. Sex wasn’t something that usually interested him. It was an unnecessarily messy, unpredictable act that led to more problems than it was worth, but he considered it a tool – same as his words and his fists. He’d gotten really good over the years at maneuvering himself into those kinds of positions and making sure that whoever his partner was remembered the pleasure over everything else.

He knew he shouldn’t be angry over an immature insult. The bastard was trying to get him to slip up, to dig this stupid hole even deeper. Still, something about the way this guy said that just rubbed him the wrong fucking way. Sex was a tool in his arsenal. Something he excelled at. He’d bristle at someone insulting his fighting skills so why shouldn’t he be furious that his skills in bed were being put into question? This bastard had already misunderstood the situation entirely, threatened to spread this misinformation and now was making snide comments about something he knew nothing about. Of course, he was going to be fucking angry.

Turning to face Zhongli head-on, glaring coldly at him from over a snarling grin, “You’re going to have to explain that one to me a little more. I’m afraid I still don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

Zhongli stared silently at him for a moment, his intense golden gaze unreadable then abruptly stood. A slender hand shot out, grabbing hold of Childe’s wrist. He was wrenched forward with startling strength. Not many people could get the drop on him like that, but Childe found himself staggering – stumbling forward against Zhongli’s bigger body. Their chests bumped together. Zhongli’s other arm snaked around his midsection, squeezing him in even closer. Warm breath washed over his ear and neck. The scent of herbal tea and ink flooded into his nostrils. A furious mix of emotions churned inside Childe’s belly. Heat rose to his head, swamping him with a shock of dizziness. His heart picked up a galloping rhythm, banging hard against the interior of his ribs.

That same strong hand quickly snatched hold of his other wrist. Zhongli yanked his arms down to pin his hands firmly to his lower back. With unnerving grace, almost like they were dancing, Zhongli pushed forward, maneuvering them around until Childe was pushed up against a nearby wall. Ear-ringing silence fell over the small room. Panting softly, perturbed by how hot his body had suddenly become, Childe wriggled fruitlessly in Zhongli’s hold. Perhaps it was the position he was ensnared in or maybe this bastard was inhumanly strong but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t budge an inch!

Laughing lightly, Childe, doing his best to hide how breathless he’d become, said, “My, my, what’s this, Mr. Zhongli? For someone acting so high and mighty before, you’re getting awful handsy with a subordinate. Maybe I should be the one telling on you for harassment.”

“You asked me to explain.” Zhongli’s low voice echoed up from the nape of his neck. A shiver raced down Childe’s spine, sending electrified pangs coiling through his limbs. He instinctively jerked his head away. “Did you not?”

“You really must have a screw loose, Mr. Zhongli.” Childe replied jeeringly. Fuck…fuck-! His heartbeat was racing out of control. It felt like it might plow straight out of his chest at any moment. Damnit, why couldn’t he just throw him off? Being this close to this asshole was making him feel weird. There was a white-hot flame raging in his core, radiating off a heat that could melt tungsten steel. His limbs felt all watery and tingly. This was different than the kind of reaction he had when he knew he was going up against a dangerous opponent. This Zhongli fella was something unlike anything he’d encountered before. As much as he wanted to continue the snarky route, he might have to be careful with this one.

“Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.” Childe sighed dismissively, “Do what you want with that so called ‘evidence’. Lumine will tell the big boss that you’re misunderstanding this whole thing. Now, could you let me go so I can get back to wor-RRK!”

A warm, slender hand smoothed down his side to shamelessly grope at his backend. Zhongli’s long fingers cupped around the curvature of his ass, giving the plump cheek an ample squeeze. A veracious bolt of heat sizzled through Childe’s groin. His cock twitched rebelliously against his thigh. His teeth gnashed together in a furious smile. This bastard-! He really was playing with him – making a mockery of him! He was just going to walk away from this but no way in hell was he going to let this slide now.

Sucking in a deep breath through clenched teeth, Childe growled, “Mr. Zhongli, this really has gone far enough. I’ll have to ask you to let me go or I’ll-“

“Do you really think you can please a woman with a body this lewd?”

“…what?”

“You probably haven’t realized it yourself.” Zhongli continued to comment, his voice a low, smooth purr. He slipped a lean, muscular thigh between Childe’s legs, pressing it up against his clothed cock. Bursts of heat pierced through his belly. He only just barely managed to swallow down a gasp. His penis responded without hesitation, gleefully hardening in response to the insistent stimulation. Zhongli’s smell was, somehow, stronger now. They weren’t any closer than before but with every harried breath, that overwhelming scent filled him. His head swam. Sweat rolled down his face in fat droplets. His clothes were already becoming damp. Childe grinded his teeth together. What…what the hell was this? He wanted to kick Zhongli away, to punch him, bite him but he couldn’t find the strength to do any of those things.

Brushing the tip of his nose along the curve of Childe’s darkly flushed cheek, Zhongli murmured, “Or perhaps you have but you simply cannot admit it.”

“What’re you talking about, bastard?” Childe snarled breathlessly. He yanked hard on the fingers wrapped tight around his wrist but couldn’t dislodge them. Precum was leaking into his underwear, making the fabric soggy. There was a tension, an itchiness in his backend that was starting to grind on him, “Get off me. Now.”

“I knew it from the beginning. From the moment I first saw you.” Zhongli whispered into his ear. His words punched through the fog that was settling over Childe’s mind, becoming luminescent and unavoidable, “This body…this beautiful, lewd, obscene body…it’s made to be held.”

Zhongli’s long fingers slipped between his ass cheeks. The smooth pads pressed persistently to his hole, nearly dipping inside in their eagerness. This time, Childe couldn’t bite back the yelp that came bludgeoning out of him. His eyes widened to bulging circles. A tremor passed through his cock. With that one firm touch, he was fully hard. His cock rose insistently against the front of his pants. The tip rubbed irritably against the inside of his underwear. Shocks of stinging pleasure coursed through his muscles. Zhongli chuckled softly. His tongue slid out from between his smooth lips to press teasingly against the side of Childe’s neck. He dragged the wet muscle along his skin, leaving a trail of saliva that glistened in the artificial light.

“Sto-! Bastard,” Childe panted, frantically grappling for any sense of control but still shivering dramatically when Zhongli’s lips clamped down on the skin stretched over his hammering pulse, “what nonsense are you spewing? You really think I’d enjoy something like this? Sorry, but I’m just pent up. It’s been a while since I’ve been between the legs of a lovely lady. Someone like you could never get me going more than this. So why don’t you let me go before you embarrass yourself?”

“Sex with women is only a chore for you.” Zhongli said against his heated, sweat-dampened skin. “Methodical, mechanical – thoughtless, emotionless…lacking any satisfaction or real pleasure. You’ve never truly experienced what it is to be held.”

“Hah, what? You a shrink now?” Childe retorted coldly, “You don’t know a single thing about me.”

“I know everything.” Zhongli rasped, lifting his head to stare down at Childe with a burning golden gaze. “Everything that you’ve tried to hide. Everything that you’ve refused to acknowledge. I’ve seen the longing gazes, the reddening of your cheeks and the way your eyes sparkle. I’ve seen the desire, the blatant and shameless want that is constantly etched into your features.”

“Oh yeah, and what do I want?” Childe sneered, determinedly ignoring how vulnerable and bare that fathomless golden gaze made him feel.

The corner of Zhongli’s lips tilted up into the barest hint of a smile. His slender hand darted up to the swell of his hip. Deft fingers slipped underneath the waistband of Childe’s trousers, sweeping down further until they were right back to where they’d been outside of his clothes. Childe’s eyes widened. His mouth opened to issue a vehement protest but before he could make a sound, those slender digits were teasingly playing with his hole. They rubbed against him, first swirling around his entrance before stretching him open between two fingers.

“What do you want?” Zhongli cooed, leaning in to mouth a line of kisses along his blisteringly hot cheek, “You want to be fucked. To be held down and have this,” he pressed hard against his hole, nearly slipping his finger inside, “filled up…over and over and over again until that oh so convincing act you put on slips away and your free to express who you really are…a cock hungry slut who exists only to be held, to be loved.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Childe panted raggedly. His hips swayed backwards, rubbing in turn against Zhongli’s fingers and his thigh. He was so hard that it was becoming painful. That itch that had only been mildly annoying before was now unbearable. It was hard to get enough air in. A mess of mush, fog and heat had taken over his head. He could hear each word that Zhongli was saying clearly but simply refused to acknowledge them beyond that dismissal. He was crazy. This whole thing was fucking crazy. He was going to get away from this bastard, knock him down several pegs then go and actually fuck Lumine until she passed out.

Zhongli chuckled quietly, “You would still deny it, even though your body is being so honest. Not to worry. I suspected…and hoped that this would happen for if it did-.”

Stepping back, Zhongli abruptly wrenched him forward then spun him around with dizzying speed. The wall greeted Childe’s chest as he was smooshed aggressively against it. Something velvety and soft was wrapped tight around his wrists, binding them in place to allow Zhongli to have both hands free. Warmth pressed snug to his back. A spasm of panic was quickly overwhelmed by a loud beat of excitement as Zhongli’s scent washed over him. Sucking in a sharp back, Childe tried to shove back, hoping to catch the bastard off balance but Zhongli held him quick, wrapping his lithe arms snugly around his trembling body.

“Then I could be the one to teach you.” Zhongli’s hot, slender hands smoothed down his sides to his waist. “This beautiful body…I’ll devour it over and over again until you understand.” He seized hold of his trousers, yanking them down swiftly to expose his groin and ass, “I will show you, Childe, just what this lewd body truly desires.”

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You belong to him and he wants everyone to see it

Warnings: Smut, marking kink, possessive!JJ

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

A/N: I was thinking about putting some smutty drabbles/shortstories together for JJ x Reader and here we go.

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“I can’t even believe you went to him! That dude is a psychopath, nothing more!”

JJ was fuming and you really didn’t understand why he was so worked up.

Rafe had been threatening the Pogues once again and you were so fed up with his behavior at this point. The two of you had been childhood friends, back when he was still a normal child, so you had hoped that he might listen to you.

He didn’t. Instead he had tried to make good use of the time you had been there with him, flirting with you, trying to win you over, fully aware that you and JJ were a thing.

Rafe hated JJ and ever since he had known that you dated the Pogue, he had tried even more to break you two apart.

“Calm down, JJ. Nothing happened,” you said almost annoyed as you tried to get past him to the Chateau. You had agreed to meet up here later with the rest of the Pogues but for now, it was just the two of you.

“You say that now! What if he would have touched you? Kidnapped you? Killed you? You know what kind of guy he is!” The anger was written on his face and for a moment you wondered if you should take his concern more seriously. Rafe was dangerous indeed, unpredictable but would he really go that far and kill you only because you didn’t want anything from him?

“Babe, it’s fine,” you say and take JJ’s face in your hands. His cheeks were hot, his hair was messy from running his hand through there too many times.

His jaw clenched and you felt it against your skin but his breathing also calmed down a little.

“I don’t want you near him,” he told you and there was possessiveness in his voice, something you didn’t hear very often because everyone knew you were his and he was yours. Sometimes a tourist tried to flirt with you at a beach party but JJ would quickly make sure that they knew where you belonged.

You clenched your legs together a little at the tone of his voice and smiled sweetly at him. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you toward the Chateau. 

Thankfully the others wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour.

“You’re mine,” he almost growled into your ear when he fell down on the couch with you, his hands stopping his own fall so he wouldn’t crush you in the process.

“Am I?” you asked with a teasing tone and he gritted his teeth before sinking them into the crook of your neck.

You yelped briefly at the pain shooting through your skin before his tongue started to swirl on the mark he just left, gently sucking it.

“I’m going to mark you all over. You are mine. All mine.” He sounded almost desperate and feral when he spoke those words next to your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there too.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing him closer to you, your hips bucking against the bulge that had formed in his pants.

JJ just smirked against your neck and thrusted his hips down, pinning yours against the cushions under you.

“Stay still,” he mumbled before running a hand over your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to push it upward.

Next he bit your stomach. One, two, three times, all over the place. Leaving little bite marks. It was painful but arousing at the same time. 

You really didn’t know what to do with your hands. Sometimes they were wrapped around him, sometimes in his hair but every time he shifted it became slightly awkward.

He picked up on this and took both of your wrist in one hand each to pin them over your head.

“Leave them there, you look beautiful like that,” he said and gave you a quick grin before he pushed your shirt up further, revealing your bra which he moved down carelessly until your tits were spilling out above.

He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You yelped in pain and looked down at him in surprise but he just grinned at you when he let go of your nipple only to blow cold air on it a moment later.

A shiver ran down your spine and he moved to the other breast to do the same there. Wetness was pooling between your legs now and a whine left your throat.

“Hm? Anything you want?” That bastard knew exactly what you wanted and the grin on his face gave him away.

You huffed in anger and when you opened your mouth to reply, he bit down hard on the top skin of your right breast, causing you to take in a deep breath instead of saying a word. He sucked the spot, harder than the spots on your neck and you gritted your teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said when he let go of the sensitive skin and moved over to repeat the whole process on the other breast. This time you were prepared for the pain to come and when you looked down your body you saw the marks that he covered you in.

“But I’m not done marking my property yet,” he hummed against your skin and you let out a frustrated sigh. 

He was always good at getting you worked up and right now, you really wanted him before the others came over.

JJ opened your pants and you lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts and panties down, leaving them at your ankles.

“Hm, so wet for me.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wet center which made you moan. You tried to buck your hips upward, closer to the face he was already pulling back but there was no chance. 

You pouted and watched how he kissed down your inner thighs. Open mouthed kisses, sucking in between and sometimes he bit down hard, leaving a lot of marks on your inner thighs.

It was almost too much, the pain of his bites and the arousal pooling between your legs, dripping down on the cushions below you. You were sure that if he touched your clit only for a few seconds, you would come apart. 

“You really like this, huh?” he asked when he watched the wetness between your legs become more and more.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Can you please fuck me now?” You literally begged him and there was a glint in his eyes that couldn’t hide that he loved it when you did this.

“Why should I?” He licked his bottom lip and looked in your eyes, then between your legs and back up again.

“I want you to mark me on the inside too,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up and it seemed to do the trick.

It only took him a couple of seconds to completely remove his pants and boxershorts, meanwhile you had kicked away the clothes still around your ankles.

His dick moved inside of you with one, smooth stroke, your wetness coating it enough to be able to do this without any pain or stretching beforehand.

When he was between you, your legs wrapped around him and you hissed in pain when the bite marks on your inner thighs came in contact with his skin. They were more sensitive than you had thought. You almost came from just the feeling of him inside of you but you held back, wanting to wait so you could release together.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he murmured as he thrusted into you, hands between your face, his whole body just towering over you.

He leaned down to kiss you but couldn’t stop himself from biting your bottom lip, pulling on it a little while he kept a ruthless pace up.

Suddenly a noise you both knew very well came up and he stopped for a moment, both your heads going toward the window near the entrance.

The Twinkie had just pulled around, there was no mistake. That old car would make the same stupid noises for the time it would run.

“Shit,” you said and groaned in frustration but then you felt how JJ started moving again.

“What the-?” you were about to complain but his deep thrusts became so intense that you had to swallow any words you were about to say. Instead you had to bite down on your arm to keep yourself from moaning so loud.

“I’m not going to stop now. I’ll mark you from inside, just like you wanted to.” That stupid grin on his face was so big and he was so proud of himself and god, you hated and loved him at the same time.

Muffled voices reached your ears and JJ only sped up more, causing you to moan around the skin of your arm that you were biting so hard you weren’t even sure if you were about to draw blood.

With one last, deep and hard thrust JJ came inside of you and you felt how he was painting your inside with his cum. He growled as he came, louder than expected and you prayed that the people outside didn’t hear it. You weren’t sure who was there, only John B, maybe Sarah too, maybe they had picked up the whole crew. 

As his hot semen was spurting inside of you, you finally let go too, coming with him together. You loved it when the two of you came together and you had trained hard so you would be able to hold back whenever it was needed.

He pulled out of you quickly and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly.

“Lovely,” he said when he looked between your legs, watching how his cum dripped out of you. “I wouldn’t let it run out though. They’re almost here and you won’t have enough time to get cleaned up or clean the cushions.”

The blonde boy laughed when he saw your blushed face and you reached over to pull your panties on quickly.

You could clearly hear John B and Sarah approaching now.

JJ walked towards the door and waved at them. “Hey guys!” he called over to them and they greeted him back.

You weren’t sure if you ever got dressed this quickly, running a hand through your hair to make it look less messy.

Without thinking you simply turned the cushion around, hoping no one would notice. It would dry soon enough.

“The two of you are here early,” John B commented as he and Sarah walked inside and JJ just smirked at you behind their backs.

“Yeah, I got off work earlier and JJ lives here anyway,” you said with a nonchalant shrug while you felt JJ’s cum dripping out of you, coating your panties in wetness.

Sarah gave you a look and you groaned while blushing. John B might be oblivious to the amount of times you and JJ had sex at his place but Sarah clearly almost always knew.

When your best friend saw your reaction she just grinned at you and picked the chair to sit on purpose.

[twsthoodstar]

Twst x Pokémon Pt. 3

This is a part 3 of the last Pokémon post I did, this time with the vice dorm leaders. Sorry this is so late, I’ve been feeling under the weather recently 😓 But I’m starting to feel better now.

Request/idea received from this Anon

Babysitting their crush’s Pokémon while they’re away. However, that task has proven more difficult than expected.

Trey Clover ♣️

Trey was both delighted and nervous when you asked him to babysit Slurpuff. He had only hoped it wouldn’t be as troublesome as certain glutinous monster cat, although he had to admit he was curious. Slurpuff looked so soft and squishy! It couldn’t be that much of a handful could it?

Well needless to say, Slurpuff was actually very helpful in the kitchen. It’s unique sense of smell helped pick the best ingredients and it was more than happy to aid in assembling the treats for the Unbirthday Party, nudging Trey to taste the batter. It reminded Trey of his little siblings back home, how they’d always try and sneak a piece.

However, it all went downhill once the part started. One by one everyone’s cakes and cookies disappeared without a trace. Unaware of the pink Pokémon sneakily using Physic to float the wonderful pastries into its mouth. But it’s cover was blown when it tried to steal Riddle’s tart, and Trey had to step in before the poor little thing lost its head.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Better hope Ruggie doesn’t eat your precious little bundle of wool, might be hard to hold himself back. Shi shi shi, he’s only kidding! He wouldn’t do that to you! Unfortunately, Wooloo seemed to take that very personally and rolled away! It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and Ruggie was already chasing it down!

Poor Wooloo; perhaps leaving it in a dorm full of hungry carnivores wasn’t the greatest idea. Because it zoomed all over the place, trying to flee from any large beastmen. Though I’m sure it looked hilarious seeing the vice dorm leader chasing after a living pillow. Ruggie eventually needed Jack’s help in catching the little guy, and it surprisingly took a liking to the first year!

Wooloo was all over Jack, hiding behind his legs and nuzzling into his bushy tail. Peering at Ruggie with big nervous eyes. He hadn’t planned for this, Ruggie wanted to show you just how responsible he was all on his own, that included caring for your pet. But it couldn’t be helped. Jack hadn’t planned to babysit, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Jade Leech 🐬

(I love Psyduck so much 🥰)

Now Psyduck here is a bit of a special case, so you were a bit hesitant to leave it with Jade. Now there was nothing to worry about, Jade makes sure your Psyduck is well taken care of, he’ll pamper it to perfection. He has claimed he enjoys serving others. Although it appears Psyduck is a rather sensitive creature. But that just makes things more interesting, plus it’s adorable to boot.

Constantly rubbing it’s head, it takes in its surroundings rather slowly. It barely realized you left the room and was just recently waddling around looking for you, poor dear. 😅 Well this shouldn’t be a problem; playtime with rubber duckies, drawing a bath, Jade makes sure Psyduck is in top shape until you get back! However, there was one mishap Jade wasn’t preparing for.

It takes special skill to escape Jade’s well trained eye, and Psyduck just happened to find that perfect moment. Before it knocked into Jade’s terrarium, spilling out all kinds of plants and muck onto the floor with a big bump on its head. It was an accident, but Psyduck couldn’t shake that sudden glare in the eel’s eye. Not even when Jade rubbed its bruised head affectionately.

Floyd Leech 🦈

Oh boy, Gible was not happy about you leaving. Especially leaving its care to a stranger like Floyd. It stomped around and grumbled like a fussy toddler, aggressive to anyone that came near it. While everyone was afraid of getting their hand chewed off, Floyd remained as careless and as brave as ever. So Shrimpy left this little sharkie to be his playmate? How fun!

Gible did not want to play with Floyd, it tried making that as clear as possible. Playing basketball? Deflated. Some squeaky toys? Shredded to pieces. Dancing? It chomped the radio to bits. A yummy platter? Scarfed it down, plate and all. Floyd was clearly losing his patience and started to shift into one of his outrageously random mood swings.

Talk about bad timing when you have an angry Gible pouting across the room. Floyd, now upset the Pokémon wasn’t accepting his friendship, made the mistake of trying to squeeze it. Gible bit him 😬. Chomped right down on his hand, but suprisingly Floyd was fine. It did take Azul and Jade awhile to pry it off, then to keep Floyd from biting back! Hopefully, you’ll return soon before the Lounge ends up in shambles.

Jamil Viper 🐍

Honestly Jamil thinks your Salandit is super cool. Sly and cunning with a streak of mystery, it reminds him of himself. (You smug snake 😑) It was almost the perfect pet for himself, a powerful on way that. Now I’m sure Jamil has some experience with animals, he is Kalim’s right hand man and a servant of the Asim family, the kid knows a thing or two about parades.

So it’s a cake walk babysitting Salandit, at least for the most part. Pokémon are unpredictable creatures and unknown to Twisted Wonderland, so Jamil’s in for a big surprise when Salandit starts dripping actual v e n o m. The red liquid oozes out of its mouth as it starts to burn small holes in the carpet. Of course panics because, that carpet is expensive! And why did you have such a creature in your possession!

He was not prepared for this. Apparently it was having a scuffle with Kalim’s magic carpet, the piece of matting simply wanted to play with Scarabia’s new guest, but the poisonous fire-type took it as a threat instead. Chasing each other around like wild dogs. Reacting quickly, Jamil put it outside using Snake Whisper before things escalated, but decided to give you a call.

Rook Hunt 🏹

You thought Jade was pampering, Rook is over the moon for this fairy type! What a wonderful creature, absolutely beautiful! Rook is completely captivated by the fairy-like creature, the pure pink essence of love in its true form!~ ✨ As he puts it anyways. 😅 Rook will smother Sylveon with attention!

He’ll groom it to perfection and flaunt it to the entire dorm, this of course draws some attention. No one has ever seen a creature quite like Sylveon, with its sweet voice and flowing ribbons. And you left Rook himself in charge to take care of it isn’t that wonderful! ~ ✨ This basically turned into one big photo shoot, with Rook at the center gushing over his new friend.

He even takes Sylveon out on a hunt stroll with him. Man cries when it wraps it’s ribbons around it’s wrist. Let’s just hope no rowdy students make fun of their little adventure, they’ll have a merciless arrow drawn back ready to face them. Rook won’t tolerate gossiping, no one is allowed to tarnish the beauty you and your partner share together.

Ortho Shroud 🤖

Ortho was more than happy to take care of Pikachu for you! He was the one that actually accepted in the first place. It was just so cute and round and soft and friendly, a perfect companion for our little Ortho! Plus, he was really excited to analyze it for his database. Although, in reality he took this opportunity to get Idia out of his shell and help him.

Humans and animals were already a well known subject Ortho knew plenty about, even a few beasts were a well known species. So a loveable Pokémon shouldn’t serve a problem. While Idia wasn’t all that excited about watching a living, breathing, messy pet (virtual pets were much easier) Ortho was not having it and saw this as a good experience.

Playtime was his favorite, Pikachu was just so fast and full of energy. Zipping back and forth with a Quick Attack to chase the bouncy ball, or using its tail to play catch. It was such a cheerful little sunshine, it even shocked Ortho a bit with its cheeks. Emitting little sparks of electricity, which felt really nice. They’re both just so cute together, Idia snuck a few pictures of them napping together.

Lilia Vanrouge 🍷

Another child for Lilia to adopt!! Oh how precious! Immediately Lilia’s fawning over your cute Noibat, however, you tell Lilia to be careful as this Pokémon is quite young. Of course Lilia heads your warning and bids you a graceful farewell, before rushing off with the cutie in his arms to flaunt to his whole dorm.

Almost immediately Lilia’s going to test his cooking skills; a growing boy like that needs to eat right? Well don’t worry, chef Lilia will whip up something nice, which of course has Noibat cheering for a hot meal. The trio of terrified fae and their drowsy human: they couldn’t have Lilia kill off something so precious, you’d be heartbroken!

However, perhaps they were a bit too slow in stopping Lilia, because thanks to his magic he had already whipped up a horrendous looking hole of soup. But what had everyone’s jaws dropping was that Noibat enjoyed it! It even cooed for seconds, nudging Lilia with the bowl. Of course Lilia was over the moon, he’ll have to ask to babysit more often.

[italeean]

A sweet distraction

When studying with his friend becomes complicated, Makoto decides to take the matter into his own hands taking away the so-distracting candies, not expecting Nagisa's retaliation. From then, things get a little messy

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

NOTE: Hello everyone! Last time I checked, it was always me unfortunately. Just kidding, anyway, I'm really happy that you all appreciated my writing, your support means a lot❤️ Today I decided to try another anime I love (as an ex swimmer I couldn't not to lol), I hope you'll enjoy ^^

(This ship is platonic)

“...and this is how you find the x in a quadratic equation. Is everything cle- are you even listening?” Makoto was seriously at his limit.

Nagisa had asked him for help with Math, and he willingly agreed because it’s Makoto we’re talking about. When he got to Nagisa’s place, everything seemed to go smoothly: the blonde was determined to study, the desk was well organised, he had his notebook ready to take notes and he actually listened... for like 15 minutes.

After a while Nagisa had the idea to bring a bowl of gummy bears and jelly beans to eat as a snack, but when he began eating, he completely lost his focus. And there’s more, he devoured almost all the bowl, so he went on a sugar rush and became restless.

This brings us to Makoto’s current predicament. He wasn’t really mad, just a little frustrated, since he had to explain the same sentence three times already and Nagisa never actually listened. “Can we take a break, Mako-chan? I’m tireeed” the shorter guy dared to complain. “Wha- how- why are you tired, you’ve been eating for most of the time... we didn’t do anything” Makoto answered.

“Pleaseee... pretty please...” asked the breaststroke swimmer giving his best puppy-dog eyes. The taller one was aware that this wasn’t the moment to cave in, so he did the only thing he could think of: he snatched the bowl of candies and took it away, along with every other sweet Nagisa had in his bedroom (and there were actually many). Then, he went down to the kitchen and put them in the highest shelf, easily reachable for him and impossible for his friend.

“Waaaaaahhh noooooo give them baaaack” whined the blonde, but the backstroke swimmer remained firm in his decision. He even positioned himself between the shelf and Nagisa because of the tiny guy’s unpredictability. “Nope, you won’t have them back until we have finished studying, or you can become as tall as me this instant” joked Makoto. “Fine...” said the blonde-haired one “I’ll become as tall as you rght here, right now!”.

He jumped on his friend, trying to climb him to reach the top shelf, but he failed because, after some struggling, the brunette managed to pick him up and get him off. “Now we are going to your bedroom and we’re studying until you get better than me. Understood?” said the mom-friend bringing out his strict side, hoping to scare the childish one just a little bit. “Yes, Mako-chan” replied Nagisa reluctantly. However Makoto missed the slight grin he had on his face.

In fact, Nagisa had made quite the discovery during his climbing attempt: he had poked some spots accidentally but he noticed the giggles that his friend tried to suppress. Now he only had to wait for the perfect moment to strike, which was now.

When the backstroke swimmer turned on his heels to go back to the bedroom, the blond-haired guy jumped on his back saying “CARRY MEEE! TO A NEW ADVENTURE!”. Since it was typical for him to be a bit goofy, his friend just rolled his eyes and gave him the so-desired piggyback ride. What he did not expect was to feel a very ticklish sensation right on his ribs.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha whahahahahahat ahaharehehe yohohou dohohooihing?” he asked still a bit incredulous. “I’m taking back my treats with drastic measures! Now be careful or you’ll drop me.”

Nagisa had him right where he wanted, because he knew his friend and he was sure that he would never risk to hurt him (like the mom of the group he was). He turned out to be quite the merciless tickler, going to town on Makoto’s defenseless torso. He played his ribs like a piano, eliciting the cutest squeals when he got to the central set. “Hahahahahahahahahahah nahahahahahahhaha” was all the gentle giant could say. 

The breaststroke swimmer had his fun poking, prodding, scribbling and digging in his friend sides and tummy, while the green-eyed guy couldn’t do anything but squirm. “Hahahahahahahahahha whahahahahat’s gohohohoohttehehen ihihihintohoho yohohohuhuhu?” complained Makoto. “I. want. my. candies. back. right. now.” stated Nagisa adding a poke to every word, getting a squeak and a tiny jump every time. Then he leaned a bit forward to reach better the abs, since he had noticed that it was probably his sensitive spot.

Makoto’s laughter went immediately up “Hahahahahahahahah dohohohohohon’t hahahahahahahahah stahahahahahahap”. “Don’t stop? Be my guest” whispered the sugar-addicted guy, careful not to speak too loud because his mouth was too close to his friend’s ear. What he didn’t expect was the shriek the taller guy let out. Jackpot.

Nagisa’s hands went straight up to Makoto’s neck and he also started blowing on his ears. The poor guy went totally crazy. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAWAHAHAHAHAYEHEHHEE” begged the brunette, feeling his legs almost give out. “But I like it here... I think I’ll stay for a while” teased Nagisa (always whispering).

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHASEHEHEHE” the green-eyed guy continued begging “You know how to stop this, Mako-chan” answered the blonde. “AHAHAHAHAHAHABSOHOHOHOLUHUHUHUTEHEHEHELY NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT” screamed the poor guy. “Fine, I’ll get myself something else to eat...” said vaguely the tickler.

“WHAHAHAHAHAT DOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOUHUHUHUHUH MEHEHEHEHAHAH- AAAAAAHHHH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA- SHAHAHAHAHAHAH-” was all Makoto could say when his friend started nibbling on his ears.

It might seem an intimate thing, but everyone who even barely knew Nagisa was aware that the guy was very touchy and had no problem with (almost) any kind of gesture. So, the taller one didn’t pay attention to said intimacy and simply took the tickles.

“IHIHIHIHIHI GIHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHVEHEHEHEHEHEH STAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAP” pleaded the backstroke swimmer, and the shorter one listened immediately.

“Lehet’s cohohompromise” said Makoto still giggling a bit “I’ll gehet you an “Iwatobi Surprise Bread” and we go study. “Fine!” answered Nagisa more than satisfied. However he couldn’t resist the temptation to scribble on Makoto’s exposed underarms while he was getting the snack for him, causing the gentle giant to drop the treat on his own head.

“Hahahahahha that was hilarious, Mako-chan” laughed Nagisa. “Oh yeah? Let’s see if you find this funny, too!” excalimed the brown-haired guy lifting up his friend easily, lifting his shirt and blowing raspberry after raspberry on his tummy and on his worst spot, the belly button.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHAHKOHOHO-CHAAHAHAHAHAN” scream-laughed the magenta-eyed one. Makoto actually stopped after a minute or two (he was seriously too kind for his own good) and then the two of them went up to the bedroom, where they studied until late at night.

Makoto smiled fondly at the sight of his cute friend asleep on his notebook, then he put a blanket on his shoulders, wrote a sticky note saying “well done!” and left.

He had a good feeling that Nagisa would actually pass his test with flying colors.

[noteguk]

danger zone | knj | m

— summary; in which namjoon lives a dangerous life and sometimes you can’t really stand it. Still, you can’t step away either. 

— contents and warnings; smut, a little spark of angst and a fuckload of fluff, criminal!namjoon x reader, established relationship, dom!namjoon and sub!reader, breast play, fingering, oral (f rec), dirty talk, begging, Namjoon has a big dick, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of possessiveness, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

— words; 4,5k 

— author’s note; this was supposed to be a quick pwp drabble but here we are… 

Words could not explain the relief that washed over you when you saw the headlights peaking through the diaphanous living room curtains, blasting inside your house like beacons of divine hope. You ran to the front door faster than ever before, stepping into the cold mist of the night as he closed the car door behind him. You managed to see his friend, Hoseok, waving you goodbye before he pulled out of the driveway and you started balling your eyes out. 

And then you couldn’t really see anything else. 

Namjoon did not hesitate to walk toward you, wrapping his strong arms around your lower back and pulling you closer to his warm chest. He smelled of vanilla and cigarettes, and your knees almost buckled at the thought of losing that scent forever. 

“Baby, you’re gonna catch a cold,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. Namjoon positioned one hand on the nape of your neck, playing with your hair as you whimpered against his hot embrace, fists clenched over his pecs. You were wearing only pyjama shorts and a tank top, and the gelid breeze of the night showed you no mercy. “Why don’t we go inside?” 

For a moment you thought that your legs would fail you, but, to your relief, it was just a feeble impression. Namjoon held you tightly against him as you two walked back inside your house, mumbling how much he missed you, how much he couldn’t wait to see you again. All that you could do was to listen, with your nose stuffy and eyes tearing up, as he started telling you about his past few weeks.

You had been sure you had lost him that time. Namjoon had never stayed longer than a day without talking to you (or at least telling you that he would be a bit M.I.A. for the following weeks, because of the secretive nature of his work), and the fact that you had gotten nothing but silence for almost three weeks was enough to make your mind go wild. It wasn’t hard to imagine that the worst had finally happened. 

There was no one you could call — as in, you had a few numbers, but you were prohibited to get in contact with them. Namjoon had made it clear that he didn’t want you to get involved in his business, and something as simple as a phone call to the wrong person could be enough to get you wrapped up in an official investigation. He had made special efforts to make sure that, in case all went to shit, the feds could never prove that you knew anything about his illicit schemes. If something happened to him — prison, death, something in between — Namjoon would be at peace knowing that you were safe and taken care of. 

So, you had been good, and you didn’t call. You had just waited, fighting through your normal routine and forging fake smiles towards your coworkers. By the time that the second week rolled around, you were considering calling every morgue in the country — and then quickly melted down once you realized he was probably not even using his real name. There was nothing you could do but wait. For god knows how long. 

Times like those made you want to give up on everything. You and Namjoon had a chemistry that you never felt before, you understood each other in levels that you never thought possible. He loved you with all of his heart and you felt the same. And yet, you were exhausted from being so scared for him, from feeling so helpless in the face of his unstable and unpredictable job. 

You had told yourself that, if he came back, you would end it all. 

But now that he was standing in front of you, things weren’t so easy. 

Your boyfriend took you to the kitchen, where he warmed up a drink for you as he told you about how he had spent those last few weeks. Namjoon explained that one of his shipments had been stolen (of what, you didn’t dare to ask), and he had to take care of it himself. During that time, he and his crew were being attacked and watched constantly, and he would never risk the idea of pulling you into that mess. It was an unspoken truth that having you as a hostage would make all of his defenses crumble. Expressing any sort of weakness in his business was like bleeding in a sea full of sharks.  

You understood, because of course you would. And he understood when you told him about how terrified, how overwhelmingly worried you had been. 

“I wanted to call Yoongi, Hoseok… I don’t know, anyone,” you said, taking your cup of tea closer to your face. The heat emanated in waves, warming up your lips as the thin lines of smoke curled up in the air. You took a small slip, and the coldness of the night was just a memory then. “But I knew that I shouldn’t do that, so I just… Joon, I thought you were dead.” 

“I’m so sorry, love.” Namjoon pulled you in, wrapping one arm around your back and pressing a kiss against your forehead. You always felt so safe in his arms, like nothing could ever touch you. “I know how you feel, it’s unfair making you go through this.” 

“It is.” You sniffed, looking down at your tea cup. “But it’s all for you. And I love you, Joon.” 

There was a second of silence as the words floated in the space between the two of you, a deep sigh from your part as you placed the cup on the marble surface of the kitchen island. That house felt too big for you, too spacious and filled with expensive stuff, and it whispered doubts in your ear. You didn’t know where all that money came from, you often didn’t know what Namjoon was doing or what he was thinking about. You had no idea what kind of dangers he faced every single day, or the hoops he had to jump through to keep you safe. 

You could have given up on everything already. You knew that he would understand. But you didn’t. Time and time again, you would realize that all your momentaneous bravery towards a breakup was short-lived: you loved him more than you feared losing him. You wanted Namjoon and no one else. You knew that ending things and stepping into an ordinary life, with an ordinary guy and ordinary worries, would never cut it. You had learned to live in the danger zone that was your relationship with Namjoon, and you doubted you could ever truly step away from it. 

Namjoon knew that too. He looked down at you with a deep mixture of tenderness and devotion in his dark eyes, caressing your cheek as he dove in to place a kiss on your lips. “I love you too, baby,” he murmured. “I missed you so much.”  

You melted in his hold, surrounding his waist with your arms and pushing yourself against his chest. “Missed you too,” you said. “I know why you keep these things secret from me, but it fucking sucks.” 

Namjoon chuckled, his calloused hands caressing your hair. You realized that he probably was just as worried as you — not knowing if you were safe, if you hadn’t gotten yourself in a messy situation trying to find him. Needless to say, he was filled with pride knowing you did everything he had asked you to. “I’m gonna tell you a secret, but you can’t tell anyone.” The suspense in his voice was enough for you to pull away from his chest, looking up at him with expectant eyes. Namjoon cupped your checks with his hands and smiled. “You're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

You could not fight the smirk that crawled up on your lips. That simple sentence was enough to shift the weight of the atmosphere around the two of you, allowing for your hurt to slip away. “Bullshit,” you said. 

“I’m serious.” He raised his eyebrows, lowering himself so he could place another pec on your lips. “Inside and out.”

That time, you could not hold back your laugh. “You’re so cheesy.” 

Your comment seemed to light up something inside his head, because, the next second, Namjoon was pulling away with a click of his tongue. “Speaking of cheesy, I almost forgot,” he started to say, turning around. “I got you something. It’s in the bedroom with the rest of my stuff.” 

You stood still for a second, trying to understand his words. “You... got me something? In the middle of all of that mess?” Then you were rushing behind him, going up the stairs as Namjoon simply hummed in agreement. “Joon, it’s okay, I—“ 

“Accept my gift, baby.” He stopped as he reached the second floor, waiting for you to catch up. “It’s not gonna make up for the time away, but I want to make you happy.” 

“What is it?” You asked, wet eyes blinking up at him, but he only smiled and turned around, gesturing for you to follow him into the bedroom. 

~ 

Namjoon’s present was a dress — or, rather, the dress. It was this beautiful long gown you had seen a few months back during one of your trips to the mall, a grandiose red thing that wrapped around the mannequin’s upper body before expanding just beneath its thighs. You remember feeling overwhelmed by its beauty, holding Namjoon’s hand tighter as you shared your amazement with him. Your fascination was short lived, though, because soon the price tag scared you away and you made yourself forget about that overpriced dream. 

Until that night, that was. Namjoon told you he had the gift ready to go before it all went down with the shipment situation, and the image of you wearing it was one of the few things that managed to keep him sane for so long. The glimmer of happiness in his eyes was enough for you to silence yourself before you could argue about the dress’ ostentatious price, instead choosing to thank him. 

You changed in the large bathroom of your master suite, eyes lost in the way the red shade, pure as sin, clung to your body like it was made for you. There was a wave of love gushing out of your heart, a joyfulness that only came from those little surprises that Namjoon would give you. You loved it. You loved him. 

“God,” Namjoon mumbled to himself when you stepped out of the bathroom, his figure sitting on the corner of your large bed. There was a moment of silence as his eyes ran all over your body, trying to memorize every little detail of you, his mind going blank and his mouth dropping in awe. “I might as well fall to my knees and ask for your hand in marriage now.”

You giggled, stepping closer to the bed. “Careful, I might say yes,” you told him, placing your arms around his shoulders. Namjoon looked up at you with so much devotion that you thought you could collapse at any given point. “I loved it. Thank you, Joon.”

He hummed, taking his large palms to rest on either side of your waist. You could feel his heat emanating through the fabric of the dress, sending waves of anticipation up and down your body. “I’m glad you did,” he spoke, his voice much lower than before. You knew Namjoon enough to know exactly what he was thinking, and there was nothing you wanted more than that. “My girl is so pretty…”

His lips were on your neck soon after, nipping and sucking your skin like they were made for that. Namjoon’s hands were trying to explore everywhere at the same time, moving from to your breasts to your waist, then back down your thighs and up your hips and toward your ass — where he placed a strong grip. 

“So fucking pretty… all mine,” he was speaking to himself at that point, his breath heavy around your collarbones. Namjoon tugged at the sides of the dress, completely ignoring the zipper as he tried to take it off of you. 

You laughed at his eagerness. “Careful with the dress, Joon.” 

“I’ll buy you another one.” He tugged at the fabric again, harder that time, and you were afraid that he was actually going to tear it in half if you didn’t act soon. “I’ll buy you any dress you want, don’t care if I ruin this one.” 

“I don’t want any other dresses, though.” Your hands left his shoulders and moved up your back, finding the zipper and swiftly pulling it down. Soon enough, the dress was just a pool of redness circling your feet. “I just want you.” 

Namjoon swallowed hard at the image of your bare body in full display for him — he should’ve known you wouldn’t wear any underwear with that piece of sin, and he couldn’t say that he was disappointed. All that it took you was one glimpse at his pants to see his hard cock already straining against the fabric, needy for you. 

“So beautiful,” he said, reaching out to place his hand on your hip. Namjoon’s eyes were everywhere at once, drinking you up. You knew he was holding back, he could flip you over and fuck you into the mattress at any second he wished to. “Is this all for me, baby?” 

“Yes,” you told him, taking his hand and guiding it to your breast. Namjoon squeezed the soft flesh, making you whimper at the feeling. “All yours, Joon.” 

“All mine,” he repeated, finally breaking out of his trance and meeting your stare. Namjoon was probably stressed out of his mind, and you just managed to turn all that negative energy into pure sexual stamina. Not that you were complaining. “Want you to lay down for me, baby.” 

You did not hesitate to do as he requested, moving around the large circular bed and placing your head against the soft pillows. There was a fire of expectation burning at the pit of your stomach and accumulating between your thighs, which only grew as you watched your boyfriend undress for you. 

Namjoon was quick and objective with his movements and soon enough he was naked, his golden skin shining under the warm lights and his big cock standing erect and flushed, ready for you. Just by looking at him you could feel your walls clenching, a sigh perishing on your lips at the memory of his member inside you, stretching you out like no one else could. Your boyfriend didn’t only have one of the biggest dicks you had ever seen, but he also knew how to use it — a dangerous combination that mostly explained why you couldn’t walk straight after a good night by his side. Again: not that you were complaining. 

The mattress dipped under his weight, your eyes following his movements as Namjoon placed himself between your legs. His eyes were hungry and focused, more than you had seen in a while, and when he commanded you to “Open your legs for me, love,” you couldn’t obey fast enough. 

Namjoon hummed in content as he leaned down between your thighs, one finger lazily dragging upwards between your soaked folds. He barely touched you, but you were so on the edge that the motion was enough to make you sigh. “Such a pretty cunt,” he said, and the finger moved back down, tenderly rubbing around your sensitive entrance. You flinched at the feeling, biting on your lip to suppress a moan. “So wet for me. Did you touch yourself while I was gone, baby?” 

There was no reason to lie, he would know regardless. “Yes, but only once.” 

It was true: after Namjoon had stopped contacting you, you were so scared that you didn’t even think about anything sexual — nor were you in the right mindset for that. 

He seemed to like your response, humming for a moment before he took a second digit to your entrance — never going in, though, only teasing its surroundings. “Was it good, baby?” 

You knew exactly what he wanted to hear, “Not as good as you,” you said, leaning on your elbows so you could hold his gaze better. Namjoon was looking at you like a starved man, and you knew it was just a matter of time before his own self-control ran thin. “Your cock is so much better.” 

He chuckled — a deep, melodious chuckle that sent heat straight to your core. “Needy girl,” he said, gaze flickering towards your face. “I can’t give it to you just like that. What’s the fun in doing something so fast? You have to earn my cock.” 

Patience was not a virtue you shared with your boyfriend, though, and that was why Namjoon loved to push you to the limits of your self-restraints. You had been foolish to think that things would be different just because he missed you. “How?” You asked, ready to do whatever he asked. 

Namjoon hummed, pretending to think for a moment. His fingers left your opening behind and he moved closer to your pussy, taking a long look at it before saying, “Cum on my tongue and I’ll think about giving it to you.” 

Before you could even think about what to respond, his mouth was on you and your head was spinning. Namjoon repeated the same motions of his fingers — licking a thick stripe up your folds and then back down, protruding the wet muscle against your entrance, swirling his tongue around it. You whimpered at the feeling, body crashing against the bed and fingers intertwining on his hair as he decided to move back up, lips wrapping around your clit as he gave you a gentle suck, humming when you started to moan out his name. 

“Right there, please,” you asked, your voice nothing but a pathetic plea. 

Namjoon, however, was marching to the beat of his own drum. He ignored your request and neglected your clit so his mouth could return to your opening, this time allowing his tongue inside you, drinking every drop of wetness you were giving him. A tremulous breath got caught in your throat when he pressed two of his fingers on your hole, coating it with his saliva before plunging in. 

You cried out, your back arching off the mattress as he continued with his ministrations; his fingers stretching you out as his mouth returned to play with your clit. Namjoon had you the way he liked it: a hot mess sprawled on the bed, seeking your high like it was the most important thing in the world. And he, of course, wouldn’t mind giving it to you as many times as you wanted it. 

The sounds you were making were lewd, mixing with the noises of his fingers pumping in and out of your clenching heat. Namjoon was only human: his cock was so hard that he was losing his mind, and the gorgeous sight of you fumbling under his touches was making him wish you could just cum so he could fuck the soul out of you. 

And because you two were in sync, that was exactly what you did. Namjoon watched in awe as you came around his digits, tightening around him so perfectly that he swore he was about to spill himself on his pristine white sheets. But he managed to keep it together as you continued to roll your pussy against his face, milking the last drops of your orgasm as your wetness dripped down his fingers. 

Namjoon moved away when you started to produce those high-pitched whimpers that signaled your sensitivity. He climbed up over you and crashed his lips on yours, humming as your tongues danced together, filling your mouth with your own taste. His cock was enlarged and heavy against your lower body, barely brushing on your sensitive clit. 

He pulled away so he could speak, his voice was a devilish low groan swimming in the hot air. “Want my cock inside you, baby?”

You were spent already, both of you knew that, and yet there was no hesitation in your tone when you promptly answered with a timid, “Yes, please.”

No matter how much you loved Namjoon’s mouth and fingers on you, there was nothing in the world that could compare to the feeling of having his cock thrusting inside you, filling you up so perfectly. You could fight against a bit of pain, you had done that a few times already, and you knew how fast your boyfriend was to turn everything back into pleasure. 

“Can you cum again for me?” He asked, lowering his hand so he could align himself with your pussy. You swallowed at the brushing of his head against your hole, heartbeat quickening in anticipation. “Can you do one more, baby?” 

You nodded, looking deep inside his eyes. “Yes, as many times as you want.” 

“I don’t deserve you,” Namjoon spoke gently, honest as ever. He leaned in and kissed you slowly, savoring the caresses of your lips as he sighed against the kiss. “You’re too good for me.” 

And then he was pushing himself inside you, spreading you open like he was meant to be there, filling you up to the brim. You heaved and held to his shoulders as Namjoon reached incredibly deep inside you, getting used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, every time still felt like the first. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels perfect, like it was made for me,” he cursed, slowly thrusting inside you. You whimpered at the delicious drag of his cock against your walls, already experiencing the switch of pain to pleasure. “Keep your legs up for me, baby.”

You could only nod, pushing your legs to the level of your chest. That small change was enough to give Namjoon just a bit more space to slip into, a grunt exploding on his throat. 

“Joon,” you called. Namjoon looked up at you, his eyes dazed and unfocused. “Fuck me, please.” 

That was all that he needed. Self-control long forgotten, Namjoon buried his face on the crook of your neck and went to town — fucking you so fast and hard that you swore you had never moaned so loud in your life. Suddenly, everything was becoming too much: the bouncing of your breasts, the pressure of his hands on your thighs, the drilling of his hard cock inside you. Every worry you had those past few weeks were washed away just like that, barely an echo at the bottom of your head. 

Namjoon was a mess above you, grunting and moaning out as his cock fucked you open, your walls clenching around him like you were his personal brand of heaven. “Fuck, you feel so tight,” he cried out, already recognizing that familiar pressure at the base of his spine. “Such a perfect pussy for me, baby.” 

“Feels so good, Joon,” you said back, tugging at his hair. “Look at me.” 

It seemed to take him an herculean amount of force, but Namjoon did as you requested, meeting that fucked-out gaze he adored so much. “What is it?” 

You smiled tenderly at him, a timid moan falling from your lips. “I love you.” 

Now Namjoon was absolutely sure that he was in paradise, floating in the clouds above. He could not hold back the smile that crossed his face. “I love you too, baby.” He kissed you. “Are you close?” 

You nodded. “Really close.” 

“Cum on my cock for me, then,” he urged you on, not stopping with his advances. He felt so good inside you; your mind was consumed by all of him: his smell, his warmth, the deepness of his voice and the lust in his gaze. At that moment, Namjoon was everything in the world for you. “Come on, I wanna feel it.” 

And you did as he requested, clenching around his cock not even two minutes later. You sobbed and whimpered at the feeling, calling out his name again and again until Namjoon found his own high, spilling himself inside you, milking his cock in your pussy until you were full of him. He thrusted a few more times, trying to make that moment last a bit longer, and he only stopped once he started to grow soft inside you. 

Namjoon turned around and crashed next to you on the mattress, his arm curling around your waist as you fumbled closer to him. With a happy sigh, you nestled against his chest, drowning in his warmth as his fingers caressed your skin. 

The instant of peace was glorious, and you had almost started to drift away into a tranquil sleep when his voice broke the silence. “I’m gonna have to travel again next week,” he said. 

Your heart started hammering against your chest, stomach curling in anxiety. You raised your head from his chest and stared at Namjoon, your lips opening and closing before you finally found your voice. “But… You just got home.”

“I know, that’s why you’re coming with me.” He smirked. You must’ve shown him the most confused expression, because Namjoon could not hold back his laugh. “It’s not business, baby, don’t worry. You and I are just going to have some well-deserved time together. How does that sound?” 

Relief washed over you for the second time that night, calming your anxiety instantly. “Amazing,” you admitted, resting yourself back against him. You could really use a vacation, you didn’t know the last time you had a proper one. And even better if it was with him. “Thank you, Joon.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” He breathed out. The caresses on your skin were calling the sleepiness back into your body, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you floated into the land of dreams. It has been a long time since you had a proper night of sleep — you had been too restless waiting for his return. “I know this is really hard for you. You know I’d understand if you wanted to leave.” 

You smiled lovingly, placing a kiss against his chest. “It’s worth it if it’s for you,” you mumbled. 

And you knew he felt the same. 

[thefanficmonster]

Tell Me It’s Not Too Late

(Sequel to Switchblade)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Heartbreak, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: When is it considered ‘too late’ when it comes to expressing feelings? Is there even a time limit? Is the chance only momentary - is it a second that passes you by with no possibility of returning? All Corpse can do is hope that’s not the case. Cause if it is.....he’d rather not think about that.

Requested - sort of, but not in a typical way. Thank you to all the readers of ‘Switchblade’ that wanted to see the story have an ending that’d lead to a new start. Here it is, guys! Hope it lives up to what you expected. Love you all to the moon and back. 💖💖💖

I end my stream after almost three hours of constant scares. I sigh, slipping the headset off my ears so it’s hanging around my neck. I don’t feel that fulfilling feeling that I’m always met with upon ending a stream. I look at the countless scratches and little holes on the surface of my desk - evidence of the fear and frustration I experience while playing certain games. Not all of them are caused by that, however - Coming home after possibly the most humiliating night of my life, that desk and a few other pieces of furniture suffered my wrath and are now decorated with stab wounds that were a result of uncontrollable rage, hurt, self-hatred and self-pity. It took me a while to put an end to my hazardous, switchblade wielding rampage throughout my house, but the tears didn’t stop until the early morning hours.

I didn’t care that my feelings weren’t reciprocated. That was and is the least of my troubles. The most amount of hurt comes from the fact that I ruined something wonderful for myself. Corpse is the only person I’ve felt this close to all my life and now, due to my own poor decision making, I no longer have him. He no longer wants to be a part of the shit-show that is my life. Especially not now that he knows how messy things get when I show my forever-hidden feelings. I can’t blame him. I know I’d be running for the hills if I were him. He deserves a person who knows what’s going on in their life. Who has themselves and their surroundings figured out. Not someone who has an irregular streaming schedule and catches feelings for her best friend, ruining the friendship altogether in the process.

As I stand up from my chair, accidentally hitting the handle of the switchblade on the edge of my desk. I look down at it and how tightly I’m holding it. I seem to not be able to let go of it. Almost like I see it as my last bit of link to Corpse. The remnants of the connection I felt between us.

Maybe I should return it.

No, that’d be weird. I’d either have to go over there and give it back or send it via mail which is worse. It just feels like a harsh gesture - mailing something so meaningful as though it’s as worthless as the bills people get in the mail. I can’t send it through others, I don’t want anyone else getting involved. The more people know, the more real it is.

I’m aware I’m being both overdramatic and irrational, but you have to understand how much pain I’m in. I can’t guarantee the pain will go away or even lessen if I let this switchblade go, but it’s the only thing I haven’t tried.

Only problem is - I can’t let it go. I can’t find it in me to destroy it or throw it away. A part of me is willing to take the suffering of keeping it just cause it wants to hold on to that little connection it resembles. It’s evidence it existed to begin with. I believe it’s worth the pain. The hurt will go away eventually, but the memories are forever. I’ll look back at the time I had an amazing person such as Corpse to call ‘best friend’ and I’ll have something to prove to myself that it wasn’t a fever dream.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.“ I mumble as I finally uncurl my fingers from around the damn thing and put in down on my desk.

I take the headset off and proceed to head out onto the balcony to light what I call a ‘stress cigarette’. I’m not a regular smoker, but when everything just caves, I prefer to resort to a quick puff rather than grabbing a drink. I can say no to a second cigarette but not to a second drink. That second will then turn into a third and so on. And I don’t trust myself when drunk. I don’t personally know, but I’ve been told I’m rather unpredictable.

For the first few seconds while I’m standing there I don’t notice the pouring rain by some strange miracle. I can only focus on the chill of the breeze and the fresh breath that’s finally entering my lungs. I take a moment to breathe in the cool air before I start mixing it with the cigarette smoke. 

With my eyes closed, I hear more than I feel the rain on me. Storm noises always distract me from the actual storm, they calm me down. However, the sudden loud thunder causes me to open my eyes in a matter of milliseconds. I frown, slightly upset that I didn’t catch glimpse of the lightning that the thunder probably followed.

I’m not upset for too long, though. A lightning flashes right opposite me, creating the most mesmerizing of pattern you can see in the night sky during a storm. It’s so bright, it allows me to see my whole, usually unlit garden perfectly in that second or two it graces the sky. 

Wait

My balcony has a clear view of my entire front yard and all it takes a glance to the left to be able to see the front doorstep. 

Don’t freak yourself out, it’s just a trick of the light

I stay quiet and as still as a statue as I await another flash of lightning, my heart speeding past the point of a healthy pulse and into the realm of a near heart attack. The storm seems to be on my side because maybe a minute later another lightning bolt cuts through the black of the night. 

Sure enough, there’s a person standing outside my front door.

Fuck, what do I do?!

The person doesn’t appear to be moving. They are standing just as still as I am, facing towards the house.

I thank the universe the lights inside the house are off. I turned them off cause I wanted the ultimate scary experience playing that game. The only light is the faint glow of my computer screen which is, thankfully, barely visible. I slowly start backing up towards the sliding glass door, never taking my eyes off the figure that I can just barely make out now that my surroundings have fallen into darkness again. If it weren’t for the lightning I would’ve never been able to see them.

I manage to get back inside, soaked as though I just got out of a pool, without making a single sound. Just to be safe, I shut my monitor off. I grab my phone to use as a flashlight in one hand and the switchblade just finds its way into the other, my fingers curling around it tightly, more on instinct than to use as a weapon. I know I probably won’t be able to stab whoever’s out there.

I tiptoe my way down the stairs where all the lights are also off. I flick the blade out as I hesitantly and shakily make my way to the door to look through the peephole. I let out an unsteady exhale as I look at the the figure who is now standing further away and seems to have one arm in the air, curled at the elbow.

Just as I’m about to pull away from the door to dial 911 another flash of lightning illuminates the yard, the figure along with it. 

Can we go back to it being an intruder?

It’s no intruder, surprisingly - to my dismay. 

I turn my phone’s flash off and reach for the switch next to the door, flicking the light on before opening the door and walking out. 

“I NEARLY STABBED YOU WITH YOUR OWN BLADE!“ I yell in a desperate attempt to be heard over the waterfall of rain.

I can finally see him properly thanks to the light in my hallway. He looks like he hasn’t slept in years. He has his hood up but his black locks are sticking out in every direction from under the soaked material, not being protected from the droplets whatsoever. I read the shock in his eyes, almost like he didn’t know I lived there. He doesn’t make an attempt to approach or walk away from me so we just stand there, in the rain, staring at each other as though it’s the first time we’ve seen one another.

I snap out of the trance he has put me in, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of the situation as I step towards him, grabbing onto his wrist, “Come on, we look like drowned rats.” I don’t give him time to react as I drag him inside, closing the door once we enter. “OK, from the top now: Why were you embracing your inner serial killer on my front porch?” I keep blabbering, diverting my gaze to anything but him. “Fucking hell, I could’ve stabbed you! You could’ve gotten really badly hurt! I -...”

“You know, I wish you stabbed me.“ He finally puts an end to my sorry excuse for frustration, I’m aware I look and sound miserable. His voice drags my eyes straight to his, fixing them there. “I know you can’t kill a cockroach on your own, and I know you most definitely wouldn’t even scratch a person, but I wish you had hurt me. Inflict fifty stab wounds on me and you still won’t hurt me as much as I hurt you.“ His hand swiftly pushes the hood off his head, grabbing onto his drenched locks as an expression of pain paints itself on his face. He’s the one diverting his gaze now, “I know what you mistook my silence for and I want you to get that out of your head.“

I wince at the pang in my chest, barely restraining my hand from flying up to rest over my heart, “Don’t humor me, Corpse! I’m not a child and this is not a game!”

“I’m not humoring you. I’m telling you...“ he makes a step towards me, grabbing hold of my ice cold hands, “I’m telling you I’m an asshole that freezes up when it’s least acceptable. I’m telling you I’m the worst at expressing how I feel. I’m telling you I can’t open foil. But you already knew all that. And you still liked me.“ He breaths in, refilling his lungs before continuing his rant, “I know you can be very chaotic. A real handful. A fucking tornado. But I love you. I love you as every natural disaster you represent. And if you could humor me...“ One of his hands releases mine, coming up to push a strand of hair away from my face, resting his hand on my cheek. “...by giving me one more chance. You always let me try multiple times when I stumble over what I’m trying to say. Can you do that, for me? For us?“

I let out a dramatic sigh, rolling my eyes. “If I say yes will you stop showing up like that on my doorstep?“ Of course, my primal instinct is to act tough and cool when my heart rate is once again going at the speed from back at the balcony. The skin of face and neck is red and burning hot. My eyes are rimmed with tears, I hope he doesn’t notice.

“Yeah. I’ll start coming in through the chimney instead.“ He visibly relaxes, a smile dancing at the corner of his lips. He lifts the hand that’s still holding the switchblade, prying it out of my grasp. “No sharp objects, please.”

He drops it in the pocket of his hoodie, finally leaning down to erase any last bit of doubt I have left. This kiss teaches me a lot of things.

Love isn’t linear - nothing about it is linear. Not falling in nor falling out of it. Feelings aren’t digital or binary - it’s not always as black and white as we might want to believe. Feelings don’t just come and go. They are always present, but it depends on us weather they’re suppressed or expressed. We fear the latter cause we fear vulnerability and change. But we also crave the positive outcome we have a 50% chance of getting. It’s a fifty-fifty game, but here’s the thing: if you never express your feelings it’s a zero-a hundred chance that you won’t receive the outcome you’d like.

I took the fifty over the zero chance and regretted it for a day or two. It gave me closure if nothing more. It let me stand under the spotlight and carry my pride on my shoulders despite the tears in my eyes.

My feelings being reciprocated is just another benefit. But no longer being able to call Corpse ‘best friend’ cause he’s now got a bigger and better title is the positive outcome I have been dreaming of. 

He makes it all worth it. He is worth all of it. 

And if I had to go through all that again, you can bet your ass I would.

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[iamdeku]

Positions: Prohero!Deku x Reader

I’ve been working on this little drabble for a while, haha. I just wanted to write something really cute and domestic. I hope you guys like this!

Warnings: nudity (non-sexual), mentions of kids/pregnancy

Dating a pro-hero could be taxing, to say the least. That was what everyone had told you when you and Izuku had first gotten together. They had warned you of the unpredictable hours, the nightmares, the trauma. They had said he would be physically unavailable at best, emotionally unavailable at worst. You had ignored all of that, though, and every day you were glad you did.

Dating Izuku had never been anything but a joy, a privilege even. He was one of the kindest souls you had ever met. His work only seemed to strengthen that side of him, accenting his willingness to help others, always with a smile on his face. He never made you feel second best to anything or anyone. In fact, you often felt like he did more for you than you did for him, which was what brought you here.

You’re pulling out all the stops tonight, spinning around your kitchen in your pretty pink over the knee socks that always made you glide across the floor, one of Izuku’s baby blue hoodies tossed over your head and falling far enough to be a dress, negating any need for pants. You had chicken katsu going on the stove, and you were making some tea to go with it. In the other room, you had made the bed with freshly washed sheets, still a little warm from the dryer, and an array of bath salts and bubble baths set up for selection.

Your entire body tenses when you hear the jangle of the keys in the lock, rising up onto your tiptoes in your excitement. You slip at least twice as you dash for the door and the man on his way through it, and you should have bit the dust once except for the arms wrapping around you now.

“Baby, you’re slipping all over the place. You know you can’t run in these.” His laughter hits your ear warm and sweet, body close from the way he’s holding you up. “What’s got you in such a hurry? We have all night.”

You pull back to look at him, smile spreading across your face. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You hold his face between your hands, used to how fragile they looked compared to his broad strength. You brush your thumb across his cheekbone, where a bruise is painted, red at the center but blossoming out to a deep purple, nearly black. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss to it.

“You work too hard.” You sigh, letting your eyes close and lashes flutter over his stained skin. “Do you want dinner or a bath first?”

“Whatever you want.” The answer is immediate, instinctive.

You had seen this coming. You had prepared for it, in fact.

“Nope. Tonight is about you. That’s what I want, and I’m not letting you argue with me. C’mon, we should get you changed out of your costume.”

He lets you drag him back to the bedroom, hands laced together with his. Slowly, you peel him out of his hero costume, the movements routine and your hands gentle as you unveil new bruises. Most of the blood and gunk on him seems to be from other people, hopefully the villains, but you don’t ask. He’ll tell you if he wants to, and he does when he sees the way you pause on a patch of his uniform stuck to his skin from dried blood.

“It was a good night,” he reassures you. “We got them, and everybody is okay.”

“Good.” You nod. “You hungry?”

He smiles down at you. You’ve gently pushed him back onto the bed now that you’ve gotten the top half of his suit off, your navy blue sheets contrasting the green of his hair as he lays back to stretch while you finish undressing him.

“Yeah. It smells good. Chicken katsu?” He leans forward, resting his cheek in his palm.

“Yeah.” You pull his boots off his feet, then shuck of the rest of the costume.

You stand up, knees flushed from the coldness of the hardwood floor, already reaching for his favorite pair of sweats and an old, soft All Might shirt. You let him dress himself as you take his costume to the laundry room, although the damage done to it is likely beyond you. Straight to support team, then.

When you turn to leave the room, his body is stretched across the doorframe, filling it up. You take a moment to let yourself be breathless at the sight of him. It’s not that you forget how beautiful he is, but more that nothing could possibly prepare you for the sight of him, especially not just casually out of nowhere like this. 

“Dinner?” He asks.

“Thought you might want that before a bath.” 

That was a lie. You knew he would want dinner before a bath when you heard his stomach growl about 5 minutes after he walked in the door. Not that he would admit to that, silly boy.

You move to walk past him into the kitchen, but he catches you around the waist, nose skimming across the skin of your neck as he leans forward. He looks you up and down, bright green eyes soaking you up.

“You look so pretty,” he mumbles.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, leaning into his touch. He brushes his lips against your jaw, just beneath your ear.

“My pretty girl.” He pulls you flush against him, pushing a strand of your hair back. “Gonna drive me crazy.”

“I know what you’re doing,” you breathe, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Oh? What am I doing?”

He plays innocent, but you see the look in his eyes.

“You’re trying to distract me from taking care of you. Not going to happen, pretty boy.”

You slip out of his embrace, throwing a teasing glance his way over your shoulder as you head towards the kitchen, swaying your hips perhaps a little more than was strictly necessary.

“Maybe I just think you look really good in my clothes,” he suggests, following you. “Hard to resist.”

You hum mindlessly, a grin playing on your lips as you reach up into the cabinets to pull out an All Might themed bowl for him and a more traditional choice for yourself. You put rice in both of the bowls, doubling the portions for him, and serve the chicken.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.” Izuku grows more serious from where he sits at your kitchen table, his chair scuffed and comfortable with age, face lit up and golden in the warmth of your kitchen.

“Well, somebody has to feed my big strong hero, and it better not be any other girl,” you respond lightheartedly.

“Wouldn’t want any other girl. Not when I have the best one in the world right here.”

You can’t help but blush as you start in on the food. Deku eats like a starving man, and he has for as long as you’ve known him, except when he’s upset. It gives you almost no time to admire him as you try to keep up, but you still try to get as much of him as you can, always afraid that he’s too good to be true. Worried of the moment he’ll disappear on you.

“I can feel you watching.” He says when he’s finished.

You just roll your eyes, still eating despite your best efforts. He’s called you out on it a million times before. You stopped being embarrassed a long time ago.

You two sit in silence until you finish, but it’s comfortable, the sort of silence that settles down when one of you is tired and the other is pleasantly content, or when maybe you’re both a little bit of each. He speaks up when you take the dishes to place them in the sink.

“You know, you would make a good Mom.” His eyes are glazed over in thought, obviously somewhere else.

“You think so?” You asked quietly, frozen at the kitchen sink.

“Yeah. We would have pretty babies too,” he muses.

“Yeah?” You turn around, leaning your back against the sink.

“Uh huh. Can see it now.” A distant smile pulls the corners of his mouth up. “Our little babies calling you Mommy.”

You cross the kitchen table, settling down into his lap. Your arms loop effortlessly over his broad shoulders, so used to the motion.

“Tell me about it,” you say.

“Wanna buy you a house,” he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck in the way he always does when he’s tired down to his bones. “And a ring. A ring as pretty as you are. I want to have so many babies with you. Have all these kids running around the house, and I want them to all look just as pretty as their Mommy.”

“That sounds perfect.” You run your fingers through his soft curls, body intertwined so closely with his you feel his lashes against your shoulder when he blinks sharply.

“Did you say something about a bath earlier, or did I imagine that?” He asks, voice confused with his exhaustion.

You giggle. “I did actually mention a bath.”

“That sounds nice.” 

He stands, picking you up even now, as tired as he is.

“Izuku!” You squeal. “Put me down!”

“Nope, sorry princess. We’re gonna go take a bath.”

He’s all business as he carries you to the bathroom, plopping you down on the edge of the tub. You beat him to the faucet though, determined to keep your hold on the night and keep taking care of him.

“What bath salts do you want?”

He sits down on the floor beside you, back leaning against the tub and cheek pressed to your thigh as he sighs deeply, eyes fluttering shut.

“Whatever you use. Wanna smell like you. You smell good.”

You follow his instructions, setting the bath up with all of your favorites as he peppers the outside of your thigh with kisses. Your hands never shake, the movements practiced from all the years you’ve spent making baths for yourself and later, yourself and Izuku. When you’re finished, you both slide into the bathtub.

You take your time, washing his hair gently. You’re just as careful with the washcloth, paying attention to every part of his body, making sure not to miss a speck of blood or a smudge of dirt. You’re dedicated to your work and unconcerned with your own cleanliness, though you do briefly wash up so you don’t get the sheets dirty.

You wrap him and yourself up in towels when you get out, the darkened water swirling down your drain.

“Somebody was messy today.”

“Sorry.” Izuku blushes, knowing you’ll have to clean the tub later.

“Don’t be. I’m proud of you. You work so hard to keep people safe.”

He smiles at you, and you can see in his eyes he’s woozy from tiredness. You pull him forward into you, holding him in your arms even as you drag him back into bed with you. He manages to crawl into his sweats before crawling under the covers, and you don’t bother to do anything but pop his sweater back on.

He rolls into you, already half asleep but still wrapping you up in his arms. “I meant all of that earlier, you know?”

“Hmm?” you ask, confused.

“I really do want to have a family with you. A home.” He presses a tired kiss to your temple.

“I know. I want that too, ‘Zuku,” you mumble, his tiredness contagious.

“I love you.” He wraps you up tighter if that’s at all possible. “To the moon. And to Saturn. And Pluto.”

You giggle a little, eyelids falling closed. “Love you too. To the moon and to Saturn and to Pluto.”

[httpsaiki]

Hiya! I've been having this idea for awhile and if you could possibly convert my nonsense into a fic or headcanons somehow that would be poggers but I mainly wanna get it off my chest.

So Saiki meets reader at the market or whatever and theres like one coffee jelly that they both want but they just let Saiki have it. So what sets Saiki off the most about this person is that this person's mind is jumbled up so much all the time to the point where Saiki can only make out the super prominent thoughts like "I can just get pudding" and "what's with manz antenna?". Saiki started seeing this person more and more even at school. Long story short this person in the whole school, other than that one averagely normal guy, Saiki is actively trying to befriend (boyfriend)

,,,I'm sorry that was a lot. I watered this down as best as I could bc this is a whole saiki x oc thing in my head.

Hey! Genuinely, I adore this idea. Like, a lot! I’m sorry it’s so short, but I didn’t want to drag it out at all, and I thought it better to keep it shorter. That being said, thank you so much for this request! I hope I can live up to your Saiki x OC thing! 

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Reader is gender neutral!

WC: 726

Italics are Saiki “speaking” telepathically.

Reader and Kusuo have a small run in at the grocery store, something about their thoughts capture his attention.

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The past week had been busy as usual, between friends, family, and school, Saiki was really looking forward to his treat. A well-deserved trip to the grocery store to get himself some coffee jelly sounded just perfect. So, that’s exactly what he did. 

Entering the store, he made his way over to the bitter dessert, knowing the path as if it were the back of his hand. Noticing there was a final plastic cup that remained Saiki reached out, too concerned with looking forward to his snack to be concerned with anyone’s thoughts in the store.

That’s why it caught him so off guard when his hand landed on another. Saiki's eyes glance up in shock. Startled, he pulls his hand back and goes to apologize. He may have wanted the jelly, but your hand was there first. 

“You can have it.” Your voice cuts him off before he can give it to you. 

He looks at you questioningly, something is different about you. It isn’t long until he clues in that your thoughts seem to be going a mile a minute. Jumping from this to that, your mind seemed to be disorganized. It was nothing he hasn’t seen before, except, unlike most cases, he could still pick out a few prominent thoughts. He’d never met anyone who’s thoughts worked like that. It wasn’t a bad thing, in fact, some part of him found it oddly endearing. 

One of your thoughts caught him even more off guard than before. Suddenly, your thoughts shifted from what treat you’d by instead. Now you seemed ultra-focused on his appearance. Thoughts like, “What is with this guy's hair clips? They look kind of like antennas,” and, “Why are his glasses green? I want green glasses,” raced through your head. Saiki was good at keeping a straight face, but it was becoming increasingly harder for him. For some reason, you made him want to smile. 

It wasn't until you started thinking it strange that he had just been staring at you for the past little bit that he realized he forgot to reply. 

“Thank you.” He stated simply, earning a small smile from you. 

“Of course.” And you parted ways. 

Saiki didn’t think much of the encounter, heading home to enjoy his dessert and get his homework over with. As the weekend passed, he was quick to forget his encounter with you. It wasn’t like anything notable happened, you were just interesting. Okay, maybe he hadn’t forgotten at all. But he’s never going to see you again, so he forced himself to forget. 

Or so he thought. Lost in your own thoughts as you absentmindedly wandered through the halls of P.K. Academy, you never expected to bump into the pretty stranger from the supermarket - literally. 

“Sorr- it’s you!” 

Saiki blinked in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah! Coffee jelly guy! I saw you at the supermarket, remember?”

Of course, he did. He wasn’t sure if he should admit it, though. Taking a quick glance into your thoughts, he saw they were similar to before. Jumping all about and moving too fast for him to properly read. It still left him just as interested as before (and just as confused as to why he’s interested).

“Right.” Saiki curtly nodded.

“We should have lunch together.” You offered. 

Truthfully, Saiki had already taken a small liking to you. Your jumbled and messy thoughts made you interesting, but not unpredictable like a certain someone he knows. You might actually make a decent friend. 

“Okay.”  He agreed, hearing the small celebration coming from your thoughts. He knew he’d enjoy this, even if he didn’t want to fully admit it. You would be fun to be around. 

He only saw you more and more often from there, often running into you in and out of school. Each and every time ended in the two of you spending time together. Saiki never truly minded and bad on more than one occasion purposely ran into you just to spend some time together.

You only got closer as time passed, getting to a point where you’d plan to meet up - Saiki had even asked a couple times. There weren’t many people he’d actively seek out, but needless to say, you and your jumbled thoughts captured him, and for once, he didn’t want to let go. 

He hoped maybe you could become more.

[tsukishumai]

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

tags: fluff, strangers to lovers

word count: 2.2k

Summary: You think of all the different versions you get of Atsumu throughout the day

Nights with Atsumu were unpredictable. Your heart always skipped a beat whenever you received one of his “are you free tonight?” texts, excitement never failing to course through your veins.

Miya Atsumu was an adventure.

He had been that way from the very first night you met him, crashing into him at a music festival your friends had dragged you to.

You had been lost for the past hour - separated from your group when you had mistakenly taken the wrong turn while trying to look for the restrooms. You’ve tried calling them time and time again, but the sheer amount of people at the event must have been doing something to the phone lines. None of your calls or texts were going through.

You mumbled a hurried apology, and you could practically feel the way he raked his gaze over your appearance. Though, there was nothing presentable about your current state; your hair (previously curled and styled carefully) was pulled up into a messy bun, dirt from the festival grounds stained your shoes and pants, and the expression on your face was nothing short of stressed.

“You lost, hun?” He had asked. While you would usually cringe at the pet name coming from a strangers mouth, the slight drawl of his accent made it sound sweet, and you couldn’t help but nod.

“It’s my first time coming to this festival - I have no idea where anything is.”

He nodded in understanding. “It can get pretty confusing if ya don’t know what you’re looking for,” he sighed out, reaching a hand out for you to take, “Come on, I’ll help you find em.”

Even then, having known the man for merely two minutes, you were never hesitant in taking his hand.

He quickly told his own group of the current situation, setting up a meet up spot for the end of the night in case Atsumu wasn’t able to find his way back to them in time.

(That was smart. You guys should have done that.)

You wondered why the blonde boy bothered to take the time out of his night to help you. Hadn’t he spent his own money to be here with his friends?

When you had asked him this question, he simply shrugged. “It wouldn’t be right of me to leave a beautiful girl all alone and lost in this huge festival now, would it?”

You didn’t find your friends for the rest of the night. You had instead spent it with Atsumu, jumping from stage to stage, claiming “maybe we’ll find them there?” but really, his favorite artist was up and he didn’t really want to miss it.

It shocked you how natural it felt to be with him; easy conversation flowed naturally, and the initial mission of his company was quickly forgotten, replaced instead with the dizzying thrill of his fingers wrapped around your wrist to make sure he didn’t lose you in the crowd.

“This is my favorite band,” he yelled into your ear, twirling you in circles as you danced along to the beat pummeling out of the speakers.

“I can see why!” You smiled at him, and the freedom you were feeling in that moment, dancing with a stranger that was quickly becoming a friend, was a better high than any drug.

Atsumu couldn’t dance at all - this was something you had pointed out during the second set you had watched together - but there was something in the way he just stuck his tongue out at you and continued to flail his limbs in some semblance of a rhythm with such confidence that you couldn’t help but find charming.

“Y/N!”

The frantic crying of your name made you whip your head around, and you see your best friend running over to you.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

You let your best friend scold you for going missing for four hours, pushing down the feeling of embarrassment as Atsumu snickered at you.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” you said, turning to him one last time before finally joining your original pack.

“Anytime,” he smiled, then pulled his phone out of his pocket before handing it to you, “Mind returning the favor some day?”

The grin on your face was brighter than any of the lights surrounding the stage, quickly entering your number and saving it.

It wasn’t even two days after the festival before you received your first invitation out from Atsumu.

There were nights when he took you out to his favorite bar on a Thursday night because shots were 2-for-1 on Thursdays. The two of you would always run into more than one for Atsumu’s friends, and you were more than happy to allow them to indulge you in one or two embarrassing stories of Atsumu. The smile on your face grew wider each time his blush would deepen, and you didn’t know you could find him more endearing than you already do.

There were nights when he would whisk you away to a secret spot in a part of the city you had never been to. “It’s a little bit of a hike,” he’d warn you. You’d have half a mind to reprimand him for letting you wear your new shoes knowing the path would be dirty, but you were shut up by the views. Atsumu came prepared with a blanket to lay down on, taking out snacks and drinks from the backpack he was carrying. Your heart clenched at his thoughtfulness, laying down to stare at the stars peppering the sky. “The moon looks really full,” you said. “Yeah, just like my heart is for you,” he cooed. You would share a laugh, shoving him slightly, but hoping with everything that he meant it.

There were nights when he would take you to visit his brother’s onigiri shop. He would always take you either at closing time or after, ensuring that the three of you had the place to yourself. You could feel this to be some sort of test - test of what, you weren’t sure but you knew you wanted to pass it. Osamu would bring out off the menu flavors, using the two of you as his test subjects. You and Atsumu would exaggerate your judgements, commenting as if you were judges on Top Chef. “The consistency of the rice provided a good mouth feel,” you commented, rubbing a hand on your chin. “The flavors meld together perfectly, creating a refined taste suitable for any palate,” Atsumu replies, and the two of you would burst out laughing, Osamu rolling his eyes and asking you to be serious.

It was after one of those nights, belly and heart full from the nonstop eating and laughing. Atsumu walked you all the way up to your door, saying it’s much too late for you to be on your own. With your key in the door, you turned to say your good bye, only to be met by the softness of atsumu’s lips.

Nights were when Miya Atsumu let you into his world.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Afternoons were rarely spent with Atsumu.

You would think that sharing an apartment with the blonde setter would afford you more quality time, but he mostly spent his afternoons chasing his dreams.

You’ll never forget the afternoon the two of you had found out he had made onto his first pro-volleyball team; he was officially an MSBY Jackal. Happy tears were shed, on your part, but more so on his. Excitement stamped all over his face as he claimed he still had so much work to do.

You never held it against him when he came home late at night, the only interaction you’d have would be the kiss he placed on your forehead before climbing into his side of the bed. You didn’t mind that even though you were now living together, this was the most time you two would spend apart. It wasn’t like you were just waiting around; you had a job you loved and were dedicated to.

He never let you missed him too much, though.

“Are we almost there?” Atsumu gasped out, and you just threw your head back and laughed.

“What’s wrong? I thought volleyball players were supposed to have monstrous thighs or whatever?”

Atsumu grumbled. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t exhausting to scale a damn mountain!”

“Always so dramatic,” you mused, skipping ahead of him on the trail. Atsumu had a rare day off from practice, and insisted on doing whatever you wanted for the day. He was hoping you were going to say ‘let’s cuddle and stay in!’ Or ‘I want to go to that cafe I saw on Insta!’

But no, you went with “I want to go on a hike!”

It was his own fault, really. Ever since he would take you to look at the stars, you made it your mission to find all the little gems in your city.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna faint,” Atsumu placed the back of his hand on his forehead, “Please tell me we’re almost to the top!”

You grabbed his hand, pulling him up the last few steps of the trail.

“Ta da,” you sang out, out stretching your arms to present the view from the top.

Atsumu took on a deep breath and looked at the view. From the top of the trail, all that surrounded the two of you was the color green. Green leaves from towering trees that covered the face of the mountains that surrounded you. Green shrubs that littered around the forest floor, creating a lush carpet of foliage that stretched as far as you could see. In the space between the mountain ranges, Atsumu could see a hint of the ocean that lies beyond, and he could almost taste the salty air that always made his hair wavy.

The beauty of the earth surrounded him, reminding him of life flourishing all around, and all he could really look at was you.

The color of your eyes that sparkled like uncut gems when caught by the golden rays of the sun that was now nearing its highest peak in the sky could rival the most vibrant green nature could produce. The smile on your face was more blinding than the summer sun. All he could see was the beauty of the love that he knows only you could give him.

Afternoons were rarely spent with Atsumu, but he’s thankful for every chance he gets to be part of your world.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Mornings with Miya Atsumu were lazy, and intimate.

The habit of early mornings were hard to break, and regardless of whether you set an alarm or not, the both of you would stir awake at the crack of dawn.

You could feel Atsumu’s heated breath on the back of your neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Good morning,” he would mumble, voice still thick with last nights sleep, dripping into your ears like fresh honey.

“Good morning,” you would reply back, turning around to bury your face into his chest. You loved the way he would always pull you closer, as if there was no wya you could be close enough, trying to fuse you into his own body. You don’t care that you can’t really breathe in this position - there was no where else you would rather be.

Though you were willing to stay that way forever, it was only a matter of time before life interrupts peace and demands to be lived. After a few more soft kisses placed on any bare skin lips could get too, maybe a few fingers brushing through your rats nest of a hair, Atsumu always was the first get up out of bed. You’d try to beg him for a few more minutes, but he’d make you laugh and say “I’d love to doll, but my bladders bout to burst all over our sheets,” and you can’t do anything but laugh and let him go.

Atsumu always showered first since his days started earlier, and you would make your way downstairs to make coffee for the both of you. You usually drank it black, but you made Atsumu’s with a little extra cream. He never asks you to, but you always packed him a lunch and snacks to take to practice, leaving little notes with words of affirmation to get him through the day. The look of pure admiration and love you get when you simply hand him a lunch box, thermos, a peck on the lips, and a prayer for safety; you think this must be true happiness.

You walk back up to the bathroom to start your morning routine, and feel warmth spread all over when you see that he’s set up your toothbrush on the sink with a glob of toothpaste on top and a little cup of mouthwash prepared and ready for you to use.

You loved Miya Atsumu at all hours of the day, but mornings just might be your favorite.

In the morning, Miya Atsumu was just for you.

[kyodzuken]

domestic headcanons - death the kid

aka; you move in with kid and he’s kinda ooc but also cute so let me have my fun.

- moving in with kid was literally one of the most stressful and yet rewarding parts of your life. lots of boxes falling down the stairs as you and death the kid run hastily to try and salvage your belongings, only to slip on the hardwood floors and fall on your ass.

- he wanted (needed) absolutely everything in your house to be symmetrical, and that was expected, so you left most - if not all - of the decorating to him.

- a lot of compromises,, which eventually turned to kid slowly changing everything into how he liked it

- and you didnt complain, because seeing the soft blush on his face, and a small content smile as he stared at your first house together, that was enough.

- the first week you'd moved in, kid got sick, and you'd spent the entire week locked away in your house, taking care of your boyfriend.

- and the little shit wasn't making it any easier.

- you'd make him soup and he'd refuse to eat it unless you fed it to him

- 'babe! no! i'll get sick!!' you'd whine

- '(y/n), do i look like i care? now c'mere!' he'd state, the temper tantrum breaking through his usually cool and calm tone, as he made grabby hands from the bed, his nose red and his face pouty.

- and even if death the kid was sick, didn't mean he was quiet during your movie marathons - that week settling for twilight as you were sprawled out on the couch, trying your best to avoid the warm embrace of your (sick) boyfriend.

- 'oh my god, did he SERIOUSLY name their kid RENESMEE??'

- 'kid i- bAHAHAHHA'

- his antics were one of the many reasons you fell in love with him, and you genuinely did your best to take care of the reaper boy.

- sometimes when you'd be making some soup or dinner for him, he'd sneak up behind you, before locking his hands around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder, mumbling sweet nothings as he thanked you for taking care of him.

- in the mornings you'd get up to get ready and he'd grab onto your waist and pull you back into bed with him, as you struggled to escape his grasp.

- 'kid, you may be sick but i still have school...'

- '(y/n), in case you forgot, my dad is literally lord death. you can miss a week. and a day. eight days. perfect.'

- you wouldn't even argue with him about it either, because he was just that convincing.

- once y'all had settled in, he made it a mission to cuddle and watch movies every single night.

- 'kid i have homework-'

- '...that doesn't change anything.'

- cuddling with kid is great because he insists that both of you have equal amount of blanket and pillows; for the symmetry, of course.

- he's the type to let you lay on his chest, and he'd play with your hair while you watched so-bad-it's-good romcoms; sprawled out on the couch as he fed himself (and occasionally you) some skittles or popcorn, your eyes too fixated on the tv to notice his fleeting glances at your form.

- sometimes you'd watch a horror movie, just to have the boy jump into your arms during the scary bits.

- 'you can't blame me, (y/n)! pennywise jumped out of NOWHERE! how do you expect me to notice-’

- you two have found yourselves falling asleep on your living room couch one too many times ngl, and you aren't complaining bc falling asleep with kid is when you sleep the best!!

- sometimes you'd forget to fold the toilet paper in a triangle

- you never hear the end of that one

- but you genuinely try your best, and kid sees that, and his heart swells seeing you adjust a painting to be perfecting in line, or see you buy two towels instead of one, so they'd be perfectly symmetrical.

- ngl you've tried dying kid's hair a few times

- '(y/n) i'm literally a shinigami dont you think i've tried already-'

- 'babe, it's a bONDING EXPERIENCE.'

- 'i think we can bond in other ways dont you think-'

- 'no.'

- your parents knew you'd moved houses, and it took you a lil while to tell them it was because you and kid moved in together.

- but he'd met your parents before, and they loved him.

- you were on a call with your parents - facetime to be exact, walking around as you showed them your new house, a collection of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' erupting from your mobile phone.

- that was until kid accidentally (totally not accidentally) entered the room.

- '(y/n)!! what are you cooking for dinner tonight?? also please help me unpack these boxes it's been weeks! oh-OH!'

- and your parents were literally shook

- '(y/n)... is this the roommate you were talking about...'

- you were very scared at first because you thought they'd be mad,

- but no, they literally booked a flight to death city right then and there. like literally on facetime your dad just booked a ticket

- 'mom- dad- no i-'

- yeah,,, needless to say, they're like your number one stans.

- dates are always perfectly planned

- so dinner dates and nights out are not very common.

- kid has to plan everything perfectly; he just loves you so much and would hate for you to experience anything less than perfection, and yet somehow SOMETHING goes wrong.

- like a dog will run past and splash water on your dress

- or he'll get salmonella in the middle of the date from last night's chicken (that HE COOKED LORDD)

- and you'll have to reassure him it's fine and you had a great time, as the boy nearly breaks down in the expensive restaurant he had to pull strings to get into.

- and you wouldn't have it any other way.

- the gang has come uninvited one too many times

- once you two were making out, his hands running through your hair as you shared fleeting kisses in your bedroom, until you heard the (very) familiar

- 'hELLOOO! IT'S ME, BLACK STAR! LITERALLY THE GREATEST AND BIGGEST STAR EVER I-'

- and you emerged from your shared bedroom like-

- 'PLEASE... what do you want'

- and he didn't answer your question, obv

- and your hair was all messy and some not well hidden hickies were on your neck like

- chile erm... what the hell we gon' do now...

- 'yeah sorry guys i was doing something-'

- 'is *he* something?????' soul asked, snickering whilst pointing to a certain monochromed hair boy behind you.

- who was frantically trying to fix his hair.

- you've also kicked them out one too many times.

- grocery shopping dates are always fun and unpredictable, for kid would have a whole list of what to buy and what quantity, and you'd just be running around like a little kid - eyes glistening at the wide array of candy that stocked the shelves

- '(y/n)- no, you can't ride in the cart i- goddammit.'

- mornings are a whole other story though.

- soft kisses shared as you're entangled in his embrace, the sun seeping through your blinds as you play with soft strands of black and white hair, staring at the sleeping boy infront of you.

- moments like those, where you feel as though nothing in the world matters, they're when you truly realise how whipped  you are for kid, especially when he opens his eyes to mumble a soft

- 'good morning, (y/n).'

- before placing a fluttering kiss on your forehead, as he pulled you in closer.

- once you'd come home, exhausted and on the verge of tears.

- you'd gone out on a mission and your partner had gotten incredibly injured - you genuinely weren't sure if they were going to make it, despite the constant reassurance from stein.

- and kid noticed that, his eyes following your hunched over form as you walked into the bedroom exhausted, tears threatening to spill out any second.

- so he dragged you out of the house for a drive

- which was meant to be for maybe an hour,, so you could get your mind off of things

- but you ended up wandering into the city and just driving

- eventually it was six am

- and you just got home, and immediately fell asleep on the couch

- all in all, moving in with death the kid was one of the best decisions of your life.

- mwah i hope u enjoyed xoxo

[missesdavinci]

This is one of my few first POV and I’m still playing with it 🖤

As I’m a hoe for Daisuke this is a Daisuke Kambe x reader. I hope you’ll enjoy it ✨

We make Love and War

[Kambe Daisuke x Reader] [word count: 1716] [smut]

His cheek felt cold underneath my fingertips, I could see myself reflected in his steel orbs.

“Kiss me.”

My voice was resolute, but my mind started to run haywire.

This will be your only chance. Take it or leave it.

The plane shook gently, and I was pressed deeper into the silken sheets. He stared at me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher, but I wouldn’t repeat myself. I felt already crazy enough for giving him this chance. A moment ago I had scolded him telling he was absolutely ridiculous, his actions outrages and now I was nothing more than a woman desperate for his touch 35 000 feet above the ground.

I was about to pull my hand away, but he caught it in midair. Daisuke’s gaze flickered like something had just awakened. I took a sharp breath.

Within the blink of an eye I felt a hot, moist sensation covering the tip of my index finger; it set ablaze my entire body. A whine escaped my throat. His tongue skillfully played around my finger, I trembled. This was dangerous. Kambe Daisuke was unpredictable in so many ways, and now I was driven into another corner. What irked me was that I could never wrap my head around his many facets. I judged that his demeanor resulted from his upbringing but even being aware I still could not comprehend him.

I was so lost in thought and my body so busy processing the sensation his actions evoked, I completely missed our faces getting closer.

“Do you want it now?”

“Pardon?” I blinked.

“The kiss. I asked if you want it now”

There it was again. How could someone be so skilled at riling me up and, at the same time, ask such stupid questions in a situation so clear?

Frankly, it was a bit frustrating.

“Daisuke” it was a groan not his name.

Please, give me back the guy who closed the door behind us, pushed me into the bed and licked my finger to ecstasy.

My prayer was heard or his patience running low. Daisuke’s kiss was a little sloppy but exquisite, it made my toes curl. The taste of the champagne we had for lunch was still fresh. It suited him, and strangely it felt like he had never done anything else than kissing me. Like kissing was just made for us. The warm feeling in my veins returned, I lost myself in his kiss. He explored me, every inch of my mouth, every piece of my being until the urge to breathe made us part.

I enjoyed the art in front of me. My fingers carded through his neat dark hair, disheveling it on their way. His face was flushed as he watched me through half-lidded eyes. He was already a picture painted, stirring the vixen inside me.

Fueled, I scraped my nails over his scalp softly. Daisuke grumbled, eyes full with disdain. Still, I chuckled to myself, it was usually so hard to catch his feelings.

“Don’t” he said, voice threateningly low while dipping his head and biting into the sensitive spot that was my earlobe. I cried.

Soon his teeth scraped all the way down my jaw and my neck until they turned into butterfly kisses atop my collarbone. A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine, I dug my fingers deeper into his mane and he growled again. A swift bite into the thin skin shook my senses but was soon replaced by the feeling of his tongue running across until it settled in the hollow of my collarbone. I shuddered underneath him, my need coil deep, I wanted him.

My legs wrapped around his hips, one of his hands nimbly traveled up my bare legs past the hem of my summer dress. Excitement mixed with raw feelings. We drew closer and lost ourselves in a passionate kiss again.

In a rush, teeth clanked together. He cheekily squeezed my butt, my hips buckled upwards drawing a whimper from the pits of my despair. Daisuke’s moan was lost in the kiss.

Every inch of fabric between us was too much. My skin was on fire and in need of his cool touch. I wanted his hands, his body all over me.

We switched positions, and in one swift move he had me undressed. I was exposed to the comparatively cold air inside the bedroom cabin. My bosom swayed gently with the plane’s unsteady movement.

What in the world had I thought not wearing a bra when I walked out of my apartment this morning?

Cocking a sleek brow, my companion’s eyes wandered around my perky mounts, seemingly with the same question.

“Oh, shut up!”

I was about to cover myself when Daisuke grabbed my wrists. He threw me a look that said, “Did I complain?!” and hoisted himself up. His mouth covered my perks, sucking them to his devilish heart's content. I melted in his arms.

My hands roamed through his hair, down his neck, finding a steady grasp onto his shoulders.

A sigh that stretched into a moan fell from my swollen lips. Deftly, his fingers ran down my spine while his mouth never left my skin. Our hips ground together impatiently, begging to be released from their clothing prison. I could feel him getting harder with every capricious move.

With a plop he stopped his teasing, leaving a purplish pink patch on my cleavage just where my chest started to swell.

Territorial, aren’t we?

I used the momentum to get rid of his shirt, pushing him back into the mattress and making my way down. He looked a little messy, strands falling unruly onto his forehead, but his face was confident while watching me work my magic.

A little too cocky for my liking.

I stopped right above the groin, face hovering close but never touching. Eyes slanted, he almost frowned. What was he thinking? Our gazes met, and I smiled in amusement. Who knew he could be this impatient.

Deviously, I stuck out my tongue, making careful contact with his sensitive skin. I could feel tremors rising. Still, he tried to remain steadfast. Who would I be to refuse a challenge?

I worked my way further down, mixing kisses with saliva trails blowing against his flesh. Daisuke shuddered, yet his voice was still amiss. My tongue trailed further and further, I quickly opened his suit pants and was greeted by his erection.

His breath hitched. Finally. Without hesitation I took him in, full length sliding across the wet, hot inside of my mouth. He grumbled low, head falling backwards into the cushion. I bobbed my head up and down, playing with his length, sucking and stimulating him with my tongue much to his satisfaction. The room was soon filled with ecstatic moans and his erratic breathing.

Feeling him tense I thought he was about to come but surprisingly he stopped me.

Thumb caressing my lower lip, he thirstily pulled me closer while I got rid of my last piece of clothing. With his eagerness, I felt it would only be a hindrance and I wouldn’t want him to rip off my panties.

Languidly, I draped my arms around his neck while our lips found each other again. Through my eyes half closed, I observed him and saw a hunger speaking from his eyes I hadn’t seen before. His hands became hasty exploring the curves of my body, touching and tasting every corner of me.

We switched positions again. He brought me down tenderly, as if I was the most delicate thing he had ever owned. I felt myself getting restless and greedy, his mere caresses not enough to satisfy my needs. My abdomen was tingling, fueled by every electric touch and I wanted him even closer, to feel him, to become one.

I whined. He read my thoughts, his erection poking my entrance. Already drenched down there, I was begging for him and he filled me up.

“Haaaah” I arched my back.

Ferociously, he thrusted inside, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder to gain even more access. From the start he didn’t bother to build up his pace. No, he went all in.

The stimulation made my body tremble uncontrollably. It tickled deliciously, rolling out a wave of electrified heat with each thrust.

“Daisuke” I cried out his name in an attempt to slow him down.

Unfortunately, it triggered the opposite reaction calling on my demise.

“Say it again” he grunted huskily, lifting up my other leg.

“Dai- suke”

His length penetrated so deep, it felt like a lance piercing through my body accompanied by waves of pleasure making it hard for me to speak.

“Again” he demanded, his sonorous voice reverberating through my chest.

“Daisuke”

His hips slammed down even harder.

“Again”

“Daisuke” I moaned.

Each push ached, a pain tinged with pleasure. Desperately I clung to his arms, I felt the coil inside me slowly starting to unravel.

“Again” he cooed, voice raspy.

“Daisuke”

His name fell in a breathy moan. My nails dug deep into his triceps. At the edge of my consciousness, I heard him hiss, yet his pace didn’t falter.

Slowly, I felt the corners of my eyes dampen. Unable to hold it any longer, my inner walls clenched. Behind closed eyes my world exploded, new galaxies burst to life. My body had completely gone out of my control.

At the same time Daisuke howled, a warm sensation spread inside me and he folded into my arms completely limp, breathing haggard.

I pulled together what little strength I had left and embraced him. Salty beads trickled down our bodies, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. He didn’t bother to pull himself out; I didn’t mind. I felt serene and at peace.

Carefully my fingers wound through his silky strands and I felt him purr with each motion. A smile tucked the corner of my lips. So this haughty man was nothing more but a big cat. This image fitted well with the way he curled into the nape of my neck. I felt his soft breathing returning to normal and gradually getting more shallow as he drifted into a deep slumber.

Kambe Daisuke was a wild cat, and my best guess was that I was gradually on my way to tame him.

[heyheyloki]

Playboy

Summary: Reader moves into Peter’s apartment building with an unpredictable start to an abnormal friendship.

Peter Parker x M!Reader

Requested? Yes.

Word count: 3311

Warnings; mentions of sex, drug use.

Your meeting with the infamous Peter Parker was, well, anything but normal. You didn’t mean to come off like you did, he just caught you off guard was all. Not to mention being caught off guard just makes you defensive, even if you don’t mean to be. 

It was late into the afternoon. Parents were starting to come home from work, kids were out of school, people were starting their late night plans. For Peter, he just planned to stay in tonight, especially with that Spanish test coming up tomorrow. He needed to be prepared. He needed to study in a peaceful and non-disturbing environment. Normally, that was achievable. He would usually have no probably aside from his Aunt May coming in and telling him that dinner was ready. Today though, he had way bigger problems than just his aunt.

Peter sat at his desk, his head kept up by the palm of his hand. His eyes rolled over lines of ink over and over again, sometimes repeatedly. The ink that was seeped into the notebook paper was nothing more than a few words and then the meanings of them in English. 

He was relaxed, calm. That was until a sudden noise shook his body alive, jumping up as if sitting in the back of a school bus during a bump in the road. He had to piece together his now scrambled thoughts, his lips letting past some quick breaths as he tried to understand what just happened. Though, when it hit him, his brows furrowed in deep confusion. Music. Loud and heavily explicate music pounded against his ear drums like someone was banging pots and pans right against his ears. 

He thought the controller of such music would lower it soon after, unaware of how loud it would be when connected to their speakers. But after a while, maybe thirty minutes or so, the music never went down. Never getting any lower and knowing Peter’s aunt won’t be home until another thirty minutes, he got irrational. Frustrated with his splitting skull he marched over, the sound it was coming from only just across from his own apartment. 

He froze for a moment. He knew the person that lived here. They were nothing more than a simple old couple, probably closer to their eighties at least. He had no knowledge of anyone moving in or out, or if the people that lived here had any kids or grandkids. Still, he was determined to find out. He knocked a few times, the first few not being heard making him more rough with his knuckles against the wooden door.

Then, the door knob started to twist. He was prepared to deal with a little kid, maybe even a teenager that was going through that weird faze in their life. What he didn’t expect was this guy that looked about his age, maybe even a year older. He was tall, about two inches taller than Peter. He had messy, an almost bed headed locks on the top of his head. Pursed between his lips was a small blunt that looked newly lit. He didn’t have much of anything on, honestly, all he wore was a pair of boxer briefs that were clearly wrinkled. Though, with his exposed body came the sight of a few tattoos that littered his upper arm down his wrist on his left arm. 

“Can I help ya?” He asked, his voice deep and rough, like he almost got done taking a nap. Though, the way he spoke was clear he was native to New York unlike the older couple before he held a southern accent. 

“Uh, I was wondering if you could turn your music down? I’m trying to study.” Peter asked, his confused features noticeable to the one he spoke too.

The guy in front of Peter took a quick hit, aiming it up in the air. “It’ll be off in about two minutes or so. We were just about done anyway.”

“We?” Peter questioned, wondering if he had another new neighbor that he had no idea about.

He watched as the unknown guy opened his mouth, almost like he was going to answer Peter’s question. That was until a new voice came into the mix, a giggle, from a woman. It was only confirmed when a girl with dark hair slipped under the guy’s arm that rested on the door. Her clothes were disheveled, almost like she put them on with the knowing that they were dirty without a care in the world. She pushed her body against his in a playful manner, a giddy smile pressed on her noticeably swollen lips.

Peter cocked his head for the side as he studied the two as they interacted. His face flushing without his control when the man ask lowly, “Hey, baby, you leavin’ already?”

“Yeah, I had a good time but I gotta head to work.” She smiled, her lips gently pressing against his cheek before nodding in Peter’s direction in an acknowledging way before heading down the hall towards the stairs.

“Was that.. your girlfriend?” Peter asked shyly, wondering if it was okay to ask for a moment.

“Nah,” he replied. “She just comes over from time to time.”

“Oh,” Peter hummed out. His mind not fulling registering the words until a few seconds later, the tips of his ears boiling in a red tint that slowly trailed down the back of his neck. He quickly waved his hands in front of him in a dissmising way as he said, “I’m sorry if I interrupted or something! I mean, you were at fault with the music and all, but I didn’t know, so, sorry!”

The guy leaned his head against the door, clearly exhausted. “It’s whatever. We were finished anyway.”

“Right..” Peter trialed off. His composure coming back when he introduced him, though he held back on shaking hands this time around. “I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker. I live across from you with my Aunt May.”

“Hm?” The guy hummed. “Just your aunt?”

“Yeah, just her.” Peter stated.

You held back on answering any further before you introduced yourself to the guy in front of you. He was timid, awkward, but entertaining in a way that you haven’t quite figured out yet. But, you were in no rush. You never had a thing for doing things quickly, better to savor it at a nice, slower pace.

“I’ll see ya around, Parker.” You smiled as you raised your blunt to him in a salute fashion before shutting the door on him before he could say anything.

Peter stood outside your door for a moment. He was serious about going back to his studying, back to his apartment. He was still determined to do so, but, it would have to be delayed by a minute or two. When that door shut, his whole body stiffen up. His feet felt like they had been nailed to the ground as he was unable to move a single muscles in his body. He was tense, unaware of anything except for this small noise that played in his head. It wasn’t anything significant to him, nor did he remember ever hearing it before.

When it played, it sound like the melody of a song to him. The weird thing was that he couldn’t pin-point the song. He knew he had never heard it before. Though, the truly odd part was that he didn’t hear any lyrics. It had no words, missing from the music they belong to. They were lost to him, if not lost, then simply unidentifiable in this very moment in time.

Peter didn’t see you the next morning, gone before he could deliver some welcome cookies that May made for you. Peter was on his way out for school, and thought to do it then, but you didn’t answer. He thought he would just do it after school, around the time yesterday when he knew you would be home.

A normal morning was what he wanted. He just wanted to get the school day done with, the Spanish test taken, and then go home and celebrate the weekend. His body was flushed between a sea of souls that chatted with friends about meaningless things. Conversations would range between after school plans to simple crushes that some people gushed over. This kinda chat in high school was nothing new for Parker, but the scene that was unfolding before him against his own locker was something that made him genuinely shocked for once.

A dark haired girl, maybe a junior, had her back against Peter’s locker with a taller body looming over her with a cocky grin against his features as her hands squeezed and trailed over his biceps. Thanks to his Spider-senses, Peter was able to hear the entire conversation even though he was a few feet away. 

“Wow, you’re really strong.” She hummed out in a honeyed voice, her voice filmed over with something erotic.

“And you sure can’t keep your hands to yourself..” You cooed out, your mouth making way over towards the new girl’s ear and whispered, “You know, that outfit looks good on you, but it’d look even better thrown all over my floor.”

Peter’s back instantly stood straight as he gripped his hands tighter around the strap of his backpack. He blinked aimlessly for a moment before taking a gulp, his feet finally moving froward and behind you. He rocked on his heels, hoping you would notice him, but when that wasn’t working, he tapped your shoulder.

When you turned you held a small scowl on your features, well, that was until you noticed the guy behind you. “Ah, Parker.”

“What? You know him? Seriously?” The unknown girl asked before holding some sort of look of disgust on her features. She pressed her hands against your built chest with pressure so she could escape your grasp. She started between the two of you guys for a moment before walking away, though, not until she got the chance to whisper under her breath, “Losers.”

“Well, now look what you did.” You hummed out as you scratched the back of your neck. A smirk inched across your lips as you leaned back against the lockers saying, “That’s what, twice now? What is it, got a lil crush on me or something, Parker?”

“Huh? No, no--nothing like that! If anything both times were kinda your fault.” Peter blurted out.

“My fault? Really?” You asked. “How?”

“Well, I mean, the music was you, not me. And you’re against my locker.” Peter said, his voice trailing off the more he started into your eyes that made that lyric-less record start to play again in his mind. 

You pressed your lips together, shrugging your shoulders before stepping to the side. Off of Peter’s locker. “You got a point, sorry, man.”

“It’s, uh, it’s cool.” He muttered out as he slowly approached. It was odd at how cautious he was, like if he got too close he’d get burned or something.

You kept your eyes on him, cocking up a brow at how skittish this kid was around you. Though, a reason why did manage to come into your mind. Normally, you didn’t really care what people thought about you or their opinions on what you did in your free time. But, you did block his locker and disturbed his studying, so, you thought it wouldn’t kill ya to let him know.

“I’m not a cheater, yanno.” You said casually, like it was nothing but normal to say that suddenly.

“What?” Peter asked, his textbook in hand.

“I’m not dating either of those girls, so don’t think I’m a cheater or something.” You hummed out as you crossed your arms across your chest. “I’d never cheat if I was committed to anyone, but I’m not, so, yeah.”

Peter blinked aimlessly at you, your head lower than normal. From the two encounters he could tell you were confident, cocky even. But the shy persona quickly went away when you turned to eye Peter down, the look in your eyes making him flinch and yell out, “I never thought that! Sure, you kinda look like a playboy or whatever, but I don’t have a problem with that!”

You chuckled, cracking a smile at Parker. “Look like?”

“Yeah?” He questioned, unsure if that was the correct answer.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you don’t look like much of a nerd like I’ve been hearing.” You said, pushing yourself off the lockers. “For my first day, people are awfully chatty with the new playboy.”

“T-Thanks, I guess..” Peter uttered out as he watched you start to walk backwards.

“See ya around, Parker.” You said with a cheeky wink before turning away and heading to class.

Overtime, Peter and you bonded. Normally he would connect with people based on interests, maybe Star Wars or his fascination with the Avengers. You didn’t have a shred of interest in any of those two, practically nothing in common with each other. Still, maybe by some weird twist of fate, you two bonded, quickly too. Perhaps it was also because you two were neighbors, but either way, it happened. 

The friendship that formed between you two was nothing but normal. If anything, some thought you were a little too close. Nothing ever happened, but Peter and you didn’t mind the rumors, even if neither of you said that to one another. Both of you knew people talked about anything they could. Plus, it was something abnormal when the school nerd and playboy were chatting up with each other whenever either of you got the chance. 

Sure, there were some thing that Peter didn’t quite like about you as you did him. For him, he didn’t quite agree with the fact that whenever he wanted to hang out with you and had to come to your apartment, he always caught you with a new girl. It was kinda embarrassing for him in the beginning, but after a while, it got tiring and frustrated for some reason. Though, for you, it was how late he’d want to hang out. It was like any time from past the school day until almost seven at night was off limits with Parker. You could understand at times with the Stark Internship, but every night was extreme, even for you.

Today, both you and Parker agreed to hang out for the day and possibly spend the night at Peter’s place. You thought it would be a peaceful day with some movies and snacks from his Aunt May, who you found very sweet. When you arrived though, you noticed his eyes directly latch onto your neck like a fish with a hook. You decided to ignore it, knowing what he was looking at but really didn’t care to bring it up. 

“I brought some movies.” You said with a cheeky smile as you held up the few cases you brought. Normally, you would hear an excited Parker wanting to pick the first movie, instead he stood at the doorway of his room while you sat upon the edge of his bed. He was looking at you, you knew he could hear you, but it was like he was ignoring you on purpose as he studied the spots that colored your your neck. 

“You enjoy yourself last night?” Peter asked in a cold tone that was layered with something unfamiliar to you.

You frowned a bit, unable to even fake a neutral expression. You placed the movies down at your side, putting your hands behind you to keep you up as you leaned back on Peter’s comfortable bed. 

“Depends who you ask. Personally, could’ve been better.” You said calmly, praying he didn’t notice your uneven tone. 

You watched something new twist into Peter’s eyes, something that made your stomach drop like some love struck idiot. It made you feel, for some reason, a bit guilty. You were never one to apologize for how you were, how you thought about just living in the moment. With him though, it was different, and it kinda freaked you out a bit. Though, in the end, you didn’t mind it so much. It was exciting how he could keep catching you off guard like this. He was unpredictable to you, never boring. 

“Which one was it this time? Maybe a blond?” He asked roughly.

“Nah, I got a thing for dark haired people.” You answered calmly, not wanting to start an argument with him. “You never met him.”

Peter stared aimlessly at you. “Him?”

You nodded. The silence taking up the entire room. You didn’t like it one bit to the point were you said, “If you don’t the hickeys, just give me one of your shirts to cover them or something.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind. Let’s just watch some movies.” Peter suddenly said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes like normal.

You nodded. “Okay.”

It was, well, more than a little awkward. Neither of you didn’t speak but just silently watched. To anyone other than the two of you, this would be normal and seen as okay. But, it wasn’t. Under normal circumstances, both of you would often make jokes about the movie. If it was a horror you’d try to understand one would make such a dumb move of investigating instead of turning the other way. Making bets on who would die next. When it came to action, Peter would often gush about the effects and badass dialogue. 

Today, it was pure silence. Thick enough for a knife to have trouble with. Now, you didn’t have a problem with silence in general. You thought people needed to understand which types of silences there are, which to enjoy. This one wasn’t one of those enjoyable ones that you lived in. No, this made even you antsy. 

You cracked your knuckles one by one, waiting until you ran out of fingers before saying, “I’ll stop, only if you want me to.”

“Huh?” Peter asked with wide eyes. His head causing a small hiss within the air at how fast he turned. ‘What’d you say?”

You took a deep breath. You seriously couldn’t believe you were doing this for one stupidly cute guy. “I’ll stop. But only if you want me to. I can see it gets to you a little.”

“You do..?” He uttered lowly, his breath shaken like he just got caught in the one of the worst lies ever.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I mean, I kinda get it. If you were doing what I was, I’d be a little jealous too.”

Peter’s eyes widened a bit as you laughed a little louder this time. He gathered it was a dismissive laugh, one to distract him from your words. Still, it worked. He listened to the way you laughed, watched the way your shoulders bounced as you held a smile brighter than the sun. The sun that was starting to sun sneaking through his window and hitting your skin just right, almost getting sun kissed by the gods. He had heard you laugh countless times, but one was different. 

It was louder, more contagious than usual. The way you face lit up a bit brighter didn’t go unnoticed either. His heart even beating a bit faster against his chest than normal. It was like his senses got even more heightened than they already were, but it was only when he was looking at you. The one thing that caught his attention most though wasn’t anything about you, but solely about him. In that moment, the record player that was sealed in his mind started to play again. Same melody as when you met and may times after that. The thing was, he could hear the lyrics this time. Lyrics that were sensual and loving in a way he’d never experienced before. Lyrics that finally placed the pieces together. 

In that moment he knew in his heart, body, and soul that he had completely fell head over heels for you without his knowledge or even consent. You truly stole his heart rom under his nose without either of you knowing the actions of the other. 

[mrvdocks]

Selcouth

You shouldn’t have come on this stupid trip. Not even if it had opened you up more to him. If anything, you felt this trip had soured the more time had passed. Alex could tell. But you two had to play it safe, play the parts that Karl thought you two assumed from his perspective. You resented that, having to stick to an image that he had formed of you, one that tried to act like you weren’t so in love with him it made your heart ache. 

Or,

You and Alex plan a meet up with Karl for a week trip, only to have your feelings for Karl be put to the test when things don’t pan out how you all planned. (Karl Jacobs/Reader)  

After

“Stop it.” He says, voice serious and no longer joyful or even hinting at friendliness. You’ve heard Karl be serious many times but this time sounded different. This time he sounded like he was scolding a child after being annoyed by them repeatedly. 

“Stop what?” You ask, pretending to be aloof.

“Stop acting like a child!”

“I’m the one acting like a chil - since when was doing something I want, acting like a child?!” 

He makes a hmpf sound. “What is this supposed to be, payback? Is that what you’re playing at?”

“I’m not playing at anything here, Karl. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He scoffs. “Oh yeah? So you just suddenly developed an interest in Dream overnight, is that it?” 

“Honestly, why do you care so much? My love life isn’t up for debate here.” 

“Oh and mine was?” He retorts.

You knew he would bring it up, you just knew. It was perfect ammo right now. You stutter to find the right words. 

“What - what do you want from me Karl? I don’t need to explain myself to you. Have you considered that maybe I just finally got tired of being alone? That maybe I just needed someone?” 

Karl tries to not let this dig push him over the line but his frustration and jealousy wouldn’t let him stop seeing green. 

“Is this what you do? You like playing with people's feelings? Do you think screwing my friends is going to help you or is this another one of your phases?”

It feels good in the heat of the moment but he knows he’s messed up as soon as he says it. 

Your mouth drops open. Incredible. In-fucking-credible.  

You laugh bitterly, trying to put up a strong front but your voice betrays you by cracking. “That’s low, Karl. That’s - really fucking low.”

Instantly regretting it, he tries to make amends but can’t put words together properly. His mind reels, heart races, palms suddenly feel sweaty and all he can manage is your name. “(Y/N)......I -”

You can’t bear to hear another false apology spill from his lips. If that’s how he felt, then there was no changing his mind. No matter how badly you wanted to. 

“No you’re right. You’re right. You made your choice and so have I. Goodbye Karl.” You conclude and hang up, throwing your phone across the room. You stare at it until your vision becomes blurry with tears. 

Where do you go from here?

Before

You didn’t think that when you first started streaming that you’d end up at the point you were now. You just wanted to have fun with your friends, maybe meet some new people, share your interests along with the loads of games you found amusing. Interestingly enough, your personality and content seemed to resonate with a lot of people. 

Pretty soon you’d become one of the top streamers on Twitch behind the other big talent that once dominated your dashboard. 

You’d made your way into the big leagues with names like GeorgeNotFound, Dream, Quackity, Nihachu, and even Karl Jacobs. Though you’d met the latter two years ago, you’d become quick friends with Quackity, or Alex(is), having bonded over having similar backgrounds and interests. 

He was more like a brother to you than anything, much to the chagrin of many in the chat. You believe it had to do with growing up in a family with mostly girl siblings. 

Your collabs with Alex garnered lots of views, with people tuning into the streams to watch you two yell at each other chaotically while playing odd games or attempting to bake things. 

Of course, while he did your side of content, that meant you had to hold up your end of the bargain. Minecraft wasn’t your strong suit at first, but as time went on and with some help from both Alex and Karl, you became a little more proficient. 

Karl was no stranger to you, not anymore. Alex had introduced you to Karl a little after he started streaming. You’d only really known him from a couple of Jimmy’s videos. 

He seemed kind, goofy, friendly, and all around a pretty fun guy to be around. Which is why when you started to fall just a little bit for him, you were surprised. You came into this Twitch thing with one rule. Don’t fall for people. 

Things could get messy, it was always a given. The fandoms would tear into you or them, people were unpredictable. It was just better to keep everyone at an arm's length when it came to shipping. 

You were thankful nothing had come to fruition from your friendship with Alex. If anything, all you saw were people shipping you platonically. Though you two would often tease each other if one had a crush on someone. 

Your dynamic with Alex meant that you had countless ridiculous and outrageous moments together, often documenting them when he would visit you in LA from Mexico or you going to Mexico to see family and stopping by to visit him.

It was starting to become a thing you two did a few times a year. This year was no different. Even when the pandemic seemed to sour your plans, you both promised to stay safe and healthy and limit the trips. So far, this was going to be the first trip you two would be taking anywhere. 

Your phone buzzed next to you as you scrolled mindlessly through your discord server. You laughed a bit here and there, looking at memes and chatting with people. 

Alex’s text ringtone was him rage quitting during a game where you absolutely obliterated his ass. You either cracked up at the sound of it or jumped in sudden fear when it bounced off the walls of your apartment in the middle of the night. 

A: Hey wiener, are you packed?? I know you take like three business days to get ready. 

You rolled your eyes. He was supposed to be coming to visit you first before you both made the flight out to see Karl in North Carolina. 

Y: Me??? I’ve been packed since last week. I thought you were supposed to be on the flight here already 🙄

A: I may or may not…...already be out. 💀

Your eyes widen. You abandon the chat and hit the FaceTime button. He lets it ring for a good five seconds before he accepts it and greets you with a close up of his face.

“What am I looking at?” You ask, feigning disgust. 

“My beautiful face, what else?” 

“Really? I thought it was a dog’s asshole.” You chuckle. 

He guffaws. “Fuck off! First I get stranded here in LA, then I get some shitty chicken nuggets and now you’re calling me butt ugly! Why does life hate me so much?!”

“Menso! You were supposed to call me when you - wait did you say chicken nuggets?”

“Yeah, I still have the rest but I can’t finish because every time I chew I think of the pink slime.”

“Ugh don’t talk about Supersize Me, I’m still having nightmares about it. Who shows that to little kids??” 

“Yeah well it’s shit, Burger King’s better.” He admits, munching down on the nuggets. He chews obnoxiously near the phone speaker to annoy you so you tap at the screen in retaliation. 

“Hey, I was supposed to record you trying out American McDonald’s! Why are you taking sweet sweet content away from me? Now no one gets to see you lose your McVirginity!”

He sputters through a mouthful of nuggets and does a combination of coughing and laughing. 

“Anyways,” he says, finally nugget free. “You coming or not? I don’t think I wanna sleep on the airport floor.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I’ll text you when I’m outside.” 

The airport was a forty five minute drive, thirty if you stepped on it and committed several traffic violations. 

Maybe that would make good content. 

You grabbed your keys and rushed out of your home, fully prepared to go fast and furious. You put your windows down, connected your phone to the aux and blasted Tokyo Drift as you merged into the freeway. 

Half an hour later, you’d arrived at a packed airport pick up area and texted Alex to let him know you’d arrived. He replied that he was starting to feel the effect of the chicken nuggets but that he would push through people to get out of the building before he caught anything from anyone.

Once you could make out his figure up ahead in front of the other cars, you got the bright idea to switch your music to something more interesting. You pulled up one of his videos where he was fully invested in a rendition of Hey There Delilah and honked excessively once you got closer to him. He looked around and pulled his beanie down lower to hide his face in embarrassment. 

You and the prerecorded Quackity sang in off key unison with the volume up as much as you could before he threw his luggage and bags into your backseat, hopped into the passenger seat and put the volume down.

“Never do that again.” 

“Hey, that was your welcome salute. I don’t do that for other people, you’re special and I like it.”

“Could you try liking me a little less? I could do without all the cringe covers.” He laughed to himself as he buckled up. 

The ride home consisted of a mix of very poor and impressive impressions of characters that would’ve annoyed nearly anyone else except you. Alex alternated from a gruff impression of Squidward to a raunchy Mickey Mouse that left you doubling over and gripping the steering wheel. You competed with him, doing your worst impression of Cookie Monster and Goofy. 

Your impression competition was interrupted by a phone call, Karl’s photo flashing flipped a panic switch in you as you scrambled to grab your phone. Alex takes your phone and extends his arm far from your reach. 

“Ah, ah, ah! No texting and driving! You want to kill us or something?!”

“I need to answer! What if he thinks I’m ignoring him?”

“I got it, I got it.” He assures, sliding the bar to unlock the phone and meet Karl face to face.

Karl makes a surprised sound, greeting Alex almost immediately. 

“Hey bub!” You chime in, keeping your eyes on the road but getting a glimpse of Karl in his frog outfit. 

“Hi! Sorry, I didn’t know you were driving.”

“No it’s okay! I’m just coming back from picking up this idiot.” 

“Who you calling idiot, dumbass?” Alex suddenly burst into his Mickey Mouse voice from earlier, ending it with the iconic Mickey laugh. 

Karl seemed to eat it up, breaking into laughter. It was infectious enough to make you chuckle. 

“You guys excited for the trip? It’s looking really pretty here this time of year. I can’t wait to show you around.”

“You mean show us your sweater collection?” Alex jabs.

You nudge him roughly to the side as a warning, glaring at him when he glances at you. 

You’d hoped that the change of scenery would do you some good. LA was an endless heap of  heat that you never could seem to escape. Not even with air conditioning. It was October already, which normally would mean Fall, orange leaves, pumpkins everywhere, a complete shift in temperature, right? Nope. 

It was the devil’s asshole all year round, something Alex could attest to. 

“Don’t mind him, I think he was dropped as a kid.”

“How dare you! There is nothing wrong with me, I’m perfect.”

“Ha! Sure. As if you don’t have a lot of things wrong with you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

You tap at the time on your screen, “We don’t have enough time to get into it.”

You turn your attention back to Karl, very attentive to your bickering, small chuckles here and there. It wasn’t until he made eye contact with you that you felt your hands falter on the wheel. You were lucky enough that it didn’t make you stray away from the road. 

“Um - you know what? We’ll call you later, we’re almost home anyways.” 

“Okay! Be safe! Goodnight. ” Karl bids you both goodbye and poses his phone in front of him in order to hug it from afar, as if to hug both you and Alex. 

You groan to yourself, pretending to bang your head against the steering wheel as soon as you pull up to your complex. Alex laughs at your misery. 

“Oh man, you really are down BAD.”

“Shut up! I regret telling you things sometimes.” 

“No one said you had to! I guess I just have one of those faces.” He Chad swipes at his chin and squints at you.

“Yeah, punch able.” You remark with a quirk of your brow, slipping out of the car and heading to your front door. 

Alex follows, grabbing his things in a hurry before you can get the chance to lock him out and leave him to sleep with the coyotes. 

“Don’t leave me out here! I’m too delicious to die!” He cries.

You’re awoken by the feeling of warm sunlight on the left side of your face. You hesitate to move, feeling tired already even though you’re sure you slept longer than you should’ve. 

You prop yourself up by your elbows, shielding your face from the sun with your hand. You get out of bed groggily, staring at the floor for a second before making your way to the living room and finding Alex sleeping in a weird position. 

Amused, you rush back into your room and grab your phone to document this moment and post it on Twitter. However when you return, he’s gone. You lean over the couch to check if he’s hiding behind it but he’s nowhere to be found. 

You’re about to crouch to check for his feet or any sign of him when you feel fingers dig in your sides. You yelp in fear and surprise, smacking your attacker until he starts to yell in a shrill voice. 

Alex pushes you over the couch making you fall on your ass. 

“WHAT THE HELL?!” You scream. 

“That’s what you get for trying to take pictures of me!”

You try to stand, rubbing at your sore ass. “Ugh, what are you, a cryptid or something? The people have a right to see!”

“No one gets to see me in the morning! No one! I need my beauty sleep more than you.”

He extends a helping hand for you to take in a moment of truce but you take advantage and pull him down with you to land on his back. He groans when he hits the ground and curses at you in Spanish. 

“Play time’s over, we gotta get ready. The plane leaves in…..one hour????!” 

Your phone says it’s only nine in the morning but you hazily remember the tickets reading ten thirty. 

“No way! I have to take a shower, I have to order food….” He begins, counting on his fingers the various things he suddenly had to do but you stop him by running into your room and getting your bags. 

“No time! Brush your teeth, get dressed, I’ll buy us something at the airport.”

“NOOOO! Airport food is disgusting! Can’t we stop somewhere?” 

“Like I said, no time! We gotta be out of here in thirty minutes.”

He grumbles under his breath. 

“I heard that!” You yell behind you, grabbing a towel and turning on your shower. 

After Alex rummaged through your kitchen, stuffed himself with some snacks and an alarming amount of frozen food, you urged him to shower in the little time span you had left and ordered a ride to take you to the airport. 

You had to basically pull him away from putting on his finishing touches with his beanie, with him complaining that his hair wouldn’t settle under it the way he wanted. You rolled your eyes and shoved him and your stuff into the Uber and kissed California goodbye. 

You two started planning what you’d do in NC as soon as you landed, besides getting food. You could practically hear Alex’s stomach grumbling the whole drive to the airport and even after the Uber gave him some snacks.

There was a sense of urgency that made your stomach twist in knots until you’d arrived at the drop off section. You stuck your tickets in your pocket as you hurried Alex, dragging him and urging him to run faster than he’d ever imagined to catch the plane. 

With only minutes to spare, you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you panted and tried to regain it once you were at the gate. Alex makes a joke about you being out of breath to the pretty attendant that you make a note of later, just in case he tried to flirt with her. 

Alex followed the attendant like a puppy while you popped your phone out from your pocket and snapped a photo of the plane. You debated sending it to Karl, not sure if wanting your boarding to be a surprise or not. You relented to posting it on Twitter and sending it to Karl. 

Big things coming ;) You tweeted, exiting out of the app as quickly as you’d posted it, knowing you’d be flooded with notifications. 

You switched over to message, sending it to Karl but unsure if he would be awake right now. Maybe it would make his day better. 

On our way! See you soon! :)) 

You ran to catch up with Alex, finding him still talking to the attendant. In the most bitchy voice you could muster, you hugged him from the side and nestled your head into his shoulder. 

“I’m so happy we’re going on vacation babe, thank you!” 

His face fell, the attendant suddenly losing interest and suggesting the two of you find your seats. You intertwine your hands with his and hold it up, making a joke about how you two were inseparable. 

He suppresses the urge to fight you and instead screams internally, whisper yelling to you as you both sit. “You couldn’t let me be a Chad once? Just once!” 

“That’s what you get for slamming me on my ass earlier.”

[nissakii]

Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.17

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“Listen, this is what you do-”

“No”.

“It is though!”

“No”.

“Oh my god”, an exacerbated sigh escaped her lips as she looked at him.

“You are unbelievable”, she buried her head into her hands as she tried to keep from getting too angry.

“Look”, she traced her palms over her face slowly until she formed them together to point at him.

“This is the fourth time this week, that you have called me-”

“It’s not”.

“I AM LOSING IT HERE! SAKUSA! YOU HAVE ENOUGH HOUSEPLANTS!”, she screamed out, but the beta in front of her only kept a menacing smile on his features, a mask hanging loosely around his ear.

“I already water these guys all the time when you have practice, I already care for them. I like house plants, I have some myself-”

“Most of which are dying”

Asami took a breather and turned around for a moment before looking back at her childhood friend.

“I can’t go get this plant for you now. Get it yourself”.

“I have practice”

“Then don’t get it?”, she grunted, her head spinning from all the yelling.

“I can’t ask anyone but you”, he retorted with a scowl on his face.

“WHY?”

“Because you get the, just ugh”, his head flopped over and he pushed his mask back up again, wearing it over his face.

This led to Asami slumping her shoulders, knowing it was a way to show his discomfort.

With disdain on her features she kept looking at him until she sighed out loud again, which turned to Sakusa whipping his face towards her with his eyes crinkled.

“Are you smiling?”, she asked.

“No”, he retorted, but Asami wasn’t so sure if she should believe that.

“Send me the details, I’m leaving”.

Turning around on her heel as she made a dramatic scene out of it all, she barely heard the mumbled thank you, but definitely picked up the relaxing scent of her friend getting stronger with excitement.

With a side smile she brought out her phone, and with a quick dial she already had the omega on the other line.

“Yooo”, she lulled and Asami made some weird noises in retort.

“What’s poppin?”

“Nothing, nothing, I wanted to ask you if you wanna join me on some errands?”, the beta pressed her phone between her ear and her shoulder so she could rummage in her bag as Mikoto chimed affirmatively.

“Great! I’ll come over quick, plant dad sent me to get him another plant”.

While walking towards Mikoto’s dorm room, the beta picked up a scent that was extremely familiar yet still completely foreign.

Something about it was so similar to something she scented before. her nose twitching to make out who it acem from, but as she looked up to see the alpha corresponding to it, her eyes shot open in surprise as she locked eyes with Atsumu Miya.

How she knew?

Simple, as he was the spitting image of his twin Osamu who she had met at the library, and the scent having his brother’s familiar accent.

Checking why he was leaning at the door that was only three dorms away from her omega friend, she got a little closer until he looked up to see her approach him.

Okay, no abort mission!

With a sudden quickness to her step she zoomed right past him, only for a second taking in his musky and smokey scent before she turned left to her friends dorm.

Her heart rate picked up out of pure anxiety, and confusion bubbled inside her as she tried to think of a reason to be afraid of that guy.

He’s an alpha yeah, but what was it that commanded such fear from him?

Something instinctive?

As a beta she was used to picking up scents from afar and know her place when confronted with somebody else’s territories. It’s nothing new that her guts told her to lay off of somewhere or even someone because something felt weird.

The first time she had met Ushijima was a similar feat, as she didn’t know how to stand tall next to such a presence. The difference with Ushjijma though was that after a couple of times of meeting him you could get accustomed to his antics.

He was actually harmless right?

Asami slowed in her steps before getting to Mikoto’s dorm, shaking her head slightly.

No way, Alpha’s are still scary.

They’re unpredictable and you never know how they could react.

The beta contemplated on what to do as she stood in front of her friend’s door. With a quick glance to the side she tried to get a last look at the alpha.

He was still leaning on the doorframe, his head tipped upwards as he waited for something. His hands were loosely hanging from his form, one of them in his hoodie pocket as the other held a phone.

His strong scent didn’t dissipate for a moment, wafting off of him slowly and steadily.

Every person has their own scent, their own scent pattern and the way is distributed is often tied to the person and therefore very individual. As a beta she knew to memorize the way scent gathered around her peers, either steadily flowing or stagnant pushing in slow rhythms.

“It’s similar to Osamu, yet very different”, she muttered to herself. Remembering the way Osamu’s sandalwood incense scent gathered around him very snugly and closely to himself.

It was playing second fiddle, tucking behind and only accessible to the people standing in a close vicinity to him. Meanwhile his brother was a lot more aggressive in his scent pattern, new waves of fresh musk scent clouding everyone around him.

Her eyes trailed back to the door in front of her, but ultimately drew back to the alpha. His face was tucked to the side as he peered into his own dorm room, the door now open as he talked to someone.

He was wearing a cream oversized t-shirt and some gym shorts that hung shortly above his knees, white sneakers that have definitely seen better days and lastly a black cap that pushed back his bright yellow hair.

“Need somethin’?”, a low rumbling voice made the beta snap up and as she looked up she realized she was caught staring, her hand immediately catching the door handle.

“Uh, n-no! Sorry, I havt-go!”, her speech slurred a little and she hurriedly opened the door and left a confused Atsumu at his doorstep.

“Weird”

“What was that Tsum?”, a voice bellowed from the inside of the dorm.

“Nothn’ just a jittery beta, I caught starin’”, he mused out as a grey haired head popped out of the room.

“Jittery? Must’ve been Asami”

“Asami? Never saw her before”, Atsumu thought out loud as he pushed himself off the wall with a slight grunt and turned around swiftly to look at his brother.

“Are ya ready yet?”, the older one spat out as he took a quick check on his brother’s outfit.

A loose black shirt and some basic blue jeans, but in his hand he has a dark blue flannel and a black bag.

“Good. I look better anyways”, he mumbled and dodged a hit that came swinging at him.

“Oi! Watch ya mouth!”, Osamu snarled and Atsumu cackled while walking ahead.

The voices of the two dissipated as Asami held her ear on the door from inside to listen.

“Are you eavesdropping?”

The chirp of Mikoto’s voice made the beta turn around in her tracks.

“Uh”, was the intelligent sound Asami made, before she distracted ehrself with her friends outfit.

“Oooh, wait you look cute!”, the beta giggled and fiddled on the white sleeves of Mikoto’s shirt.

She was wearing a frilly white blouse and a short black dress underneath. Her hair was done up with a messy bun and a cute little bag hanging on her shoulder.

“Stop it”, she bickered and a slight blush crept up her cheeks.

“Alright, alright”, Asami propped her arm around the omega before pushing her out of the dorm, “Let’s go before Sakusa goes crazy”.

“Sakusa? Don’t tell me you have to get him a plant again?”

Asami sighed dramatically, and the omega knew she was right.

“Something about devil’s ivy?”, the beta brought out her phone and looked at the text Sakusa sent her, “Yeah that one”.

“The devil bro? What the heck”, Mikoto pushed herself a little closer to look at the picture he sent with it, and the plant looked actually quite nice.

Big leaves that pooled out of the pot and grew lavishly around it.

“So that’s your errand?”, the omega gave Asami a side eye, and the latter just kept staring ahead before humming and looking at her friend again.

She caught Mikoto looking a little longer before looking away, and the beta scrunched her nose in confusion, “What up? You don’t have to come with me if you don’t wanna”

“No, no! That’s not it, it’s just”, she paused for a moment collecting her thoughts before she continued, “you look preoccupied”.

Asami immediately thought of the incense smoke that had clouded her senses moments before meeting up with her friend, she couldn’t think of a reason why she shouldn’t tell her friend about her encounter with the alpha, so she buckled.

“So remember the Miya twins?”

How could Mikoto not?

The first time she encountered Atsumu, he had a thrilling aura about him and even stood strong next to Oikawa who she knew to be a bit peculiar as well. And Osamu, well from what she heard from Futakuchi, he was just a weird Alpha as well, but Asami took a liking to him because of his subdued nature.

So what was it about them?

“Yeah I do, what about them?”

“Did you know their dorm is like three doors next to yours?”

For a moment Mikoto stopped dead in her tracks and Asami’s arm around her shoulder fell off of her.

“Are you kidding me?”, she choked out slowly and Asami shook her head.

“No way, I saw Atsumu lounging there moments before I walked in your room. That’s why I was so… absent”, the beta hooked her arm around the omega’s again and pushed her forwards.

Now it was Mikoto’s time to be absent, as her gaze drifted away as she thought.

“He has a really weird scent. It’s extremely noticeable from afar even”, she shook her head again as if to shake away the memory, “I really think alphas are scary man”.

“All alphas?”, Mikoto snapped back pursed lips and earned herself a light hearted smack.

“Ow!”

“Hmpf!”

Pushing out a small laugh, Mikoto pushed the button for the door opener and the fresh air hit their faces.

“Now that I think about it”, and the beta turned her head at her friend’s musings, “I didn’t think Atsumu’s scent was all too pushy when I met him though”.

When the omega looked up at Asami, she only found her scowling at her.

“You really are dense sometimes”

“Why?!”, she knew the beta was probably right, but no way she would just admit that.

“Because as a beta I am more sensitive to the individual scent, but less drawn to it instinctively. You on the other hand as a n omega probably subconsciously took in his scent without really thinking of it.”

“Huh, you think so?”

“I think so”, Asami said while patting her company’s head.

The weather outside was delightful as they strolled towards the huge parking area where Asami had stashed away her small vehicle. She rarely used it, because conveniently everything was easy to reach by foot or bus, and her driving skills were easily influenced by her jitters, but the plant shop she had to go to would be thirty minutes away by bus.

So she opted for the car.

It was the late afternoon as the sun started to slowly make its way to the bed of clouds. The sky tinted a light shade of lavender as the streetlight illuminated an already lit pavement. The warm wind picked up around the two as the frills of Mikoto’s dress caught in it which made both of them laugh.

“You’re gonna fly away!”, Asami laughed and held the omega close to her.

“Stooop, I’m not gonna fly away!”, she laughed back until her eyes caught her friends car in the distance.

“Hey Asami, do you know how to parallel park?”

“No I don’t, that’s why I always leave a spot in fron-”

The beta looked at her car, sandwiched with two other cars in front and in the back of her vehicle. The space between them was exceedingly smaller than how she left it, and all the colour drained from her face.

“Oh god”

“It’s fine don’t panic”

“I’m not panicking”, the beta pushed out with a grunt.

“You’re panicking. We can take the bus and wait for the other car to leave?”

Asami shook her head, a nail finding its way to her teeth before Mikoto could knock it off her teeth.

More than occasionally a drama queen, Asami was extremely bothered by small changes in her schedule. Still, as long as she found a way around it, there was no real problem, but driving was already overwhelming for her as she was pretty new to it, and this whole situation with Omi waiting for his plant made it more and more pressuring.

“No, the bus will take too long”

“Then we’ll just tell Sakusa we can get it later”, Mikoto’s voice was very firm and her scent felt extremely comforting to the beta, which was nothing out of the ordinary.

Still, Asami felt like she had to get this done today.

Standing in front of her car as she examined the spaces between the other cars and hers, a defeated sigh escaped her as she mumbled something intelligible.

“What’s going on in here”, a voice snapped both of their gazes up to find no other than the Miya twins walking towards them.

Osamu was holding his own car keys, closely examining behind his brother who was holding his hands on his hips.

“Oh, hello”, Mikoto chirped and they both replied with an ‘asazu’ as a greeting.

As Asami was still preoccupied, her gaze only quickly jumped up to Osamu who followed her gaze to the parked car.

“Are ya guys goin somewhere?”, Osamu inquired and walked a little closer, until they all stood close to the car.

“Well originally yes, but”, Mikoto slowly started.

“I can’t get the car out”, Asami blurted out in frustration and she turned away a little, hiding her embarrassment while anger bubbled up at the same time.

“It’s fine let’s go get the bus anyway”, Mikoto held out her hand and Asami looked at her with a sad pout.

“Wait, no way I can help ya”, Atsumu walked towards the beta and held out his hand for the keys.

With a stunned expression Asami looked at Mikoto, but she only rose her shoulders with a puzzled expression herself.

“I think he can actually get it out ya know”, Osamu chimed and his brother gave him a mean look.

“Course I can!”

“Uh, here”, the beta mumbled and let the keys fall into the alphas outstretched hand so she wouldn’t touch him.

Atsumu nodded and pushed the button of the key until a click was to be heard. With a swift motion he opened the door and dropped himself into the seat but made a weird noise as his knees hit the steering wheel.

“Can I change the seat thingies?”, he looked up with a question plastered on his features and the beta only lamely nodded.

His hand grappled underneath the seat to push on a lever and with a loud clanking sound the seat pushed back into a more comfortable position.

“ookay”, he mused to himself as he closed the door and opened up the window.

“Samu, there’s no sensors on this thing can ya lead me?”

“Alright, back up slowly”.

With a rumble he started the engine and slotted in the reverse.

“Back a little more”, Osamu roared against the loud engine and the car slowly backed up as Atsumu turned around in his seat, his arm dangling out of the window.

“Right, just a little more”, and the car rolled back almost too close until Osamu finished with a ,”Stop!”

Coming to a halt she shifted into first gear with a huff and turned the wheel to a full stop. AS the space was really small the twins repeated that action back and forth until with a triumphant sound Atsumu drove out of the space and pushed the brake to stop.

At this point, both of the twins were looking at the girls with a satisfied gaze, adn their scent intermingled with the smoke of the exhaust pipe as both the omega and the beta looked a little taken aback.

“There ya go”, Atsumu opened the door and jumped out with a satisfied grin and dropped the keys into Asami’s hand.

“Take care”, Osamu chimed with a raise of his hand as they both left while talking to each other.

“Bye caramel girl!”, Atsumu called with his back turned to the girls as they both left the parking lot.

“What just happened?”, Asami held her keys in front of her and looked at Mikoto who focused on Atsumu leaving.

“What’s wrong with that guy?”, she mumbled more to herself than anyone else as her mind trailed away.

“Caramel girl”, the beta repeated with a mocking undertone.

“Shut it”

“Ouch!”

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