#instead of being able to stare at how there's literally ARMS STICKING OUT OF THE WATER in... what. layer 5? wrath? yesyes

[starheirxero]

i read your ultrakill ramble and. i hope it comes to console so bad it seems fun... need to watch videos about it so bad also sorry i worried youuuu i didnt know what to send asks about :( BUT IVE RETURNED TO BE ANNOYING FOREVE R HAHA

- JUICE anon

I KNOWWW I want it on console so bad too... i know it's already controller supported since I tried playing with keyboard and it was PAIN. but also like please new blood hear my cries..... literally it's such a cathartic experience. the first 2 hours in i was literally vibrating bc of how delighted i was to be killing things bad style LMAO

ALSO THAT'S SO FAIR I GET YOU ENTIRELY AHAJAHDN HUZZA ON YOU BEING HERE NOW WOHOOOO

[haetrack]

continuing the nerd!haechan thoughts, i genuinely can’t get over the idea of him eating you out with his glasses on. when he gets a bit too stressed out with his nose buried in textbooks for hours on end, he comes to find you to bury his nose in your pussy instead.

he’s always so obsessed with your cunt, lost in his own world, that he doesn’t even realize the mess he’s making. all he cares about is making you feel good. he’d beg for you to cum on his face, not caring about how it would mess up his poor glasses and get them all dirty. he’d do it again and again if it meant getting to taste you.

i can’t be normal about this… please save me… i need to take a deep breath

UMMM UMMM UM yeah… yeah… literally wrote this all in one sitting it hit me so hard… nerd!haechan we need u so bad… part 2 part 3

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it’s finals week.

normally, he’d head to the library, study until he felt satisfied and head back home afterwards. there would be no issues, and if there was something he didn’t know, he could figure it out in time. he’s always ready for his finals, notes written up perfectly, powerpoints all read through, nothing being able to stop him.

except this time, haechan can’t stop thinking about you.

he’s trying to read an article about… something for one of his classes, but nothing is making sense to him. all the words are blurring together, none of it sticking to his mind. all his thoughts trace back to you, thinking about how you rode him the other day. the sweet smile on your face when he begged to let you use him.

he can feel his cock stir in his sweats, any thought of studying now replaced with you. he wants you to use him like a toy, putting all his stress into you. he wants to taste you on his tongue, wants to feel you tug at his hair as you call him your good boy. he quickly takes his phone out of his pocket, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

haechan: are you at home right now?

you: yeah, why?

he doesn’t respond after that, quickly packing his things as he heads to your apartment.

when you answer the door, you’re met with haechan. he’s blushing, hands balled into fists at his sides as he dazedly stares at you. you cock your head to the side, “hey, are you alright?”

“you don’t know how bad i need you right now.” his hands cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. you laugh a bit, pulling him inside as you lock the door behind him. he desperately kisses you, the shy haechan from before no longer present. he mumbles against your lips, “couldn’t stop thinking about eating you out. almost got hard while studying all because of you.”

he whimpers when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. his hands are all over you, groping your flesh as he tries to pull you even closer. you hum, “slow down, baby. let’s head to the bedroom, yeah? let you eat me out?”

he’s tugging you to your own bedroom, slamming the door shut as he presses you against the wall. he’s all whines and whimpers when he pulls off your clothes, leaving you bare once he settles you on the bed. his pupils are dilated when he looks at you, drool practically spilling out of his mouth at the thought of you.

you’ve only let him do this once before, and there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than burying his face into your heat. he’s still fully clothed when he joins you on the bed, laying on his stomach as he parts your thighs. he sees how you’re dripping, wanting this just as much as he does. he licks his lips before placing kisses along your inner thighs.

you shiver at the feeling of his lips so close to where you need him. you warn, “don’t try teasing me, haechan.”

“wouldn’t- wouldn’t ever try doing that to you.”

he hovers over you, your scent all around him, flooding all of his senses. he licks a strip up your cunt before he sucks at your entrance, licking up all your slick. he can taste you on your tongue, nothing in the world compares to the sweet taste of your slick. he closes his eyes, sucking harshly at your clit.

you whine out his name as your hands move to thread through his hair, pulling him closer. you can feel the frames of his glasses press into your thighs, laughing internally with how he never takes them off. he says it's so he can see you better, and you can’t really argue with that. you hear the lewd sounds of him licking and slurping your cunt, not caring about how messy he's being.

he can’t say he didn’t expect you to tug at his hair, but it always feels so good when you do. you’re using him to get off, pulling him around to where you want him. he’s your personal toy, only made to pleasure you. he can’t help how his hips grind into the mattress, the thought of it all being too much for him to handle.

he manages to open his eyes when he hears more whines slip out of your mouth. he can’t really see, fog and your own slick coating his glasses as he tries to look at you. he moans out, burying his face deeper into your pussy. he can feel his tip leaking with precum, surely staining the front of his pants in an embarrassing way. he can hear your laugh now, calling him your sweet loser.

you call out to him, hands harshly gripping against the strands of his hair as his tongue reaches deep inside you, his nose pressing against your clit. you watch his hips rut into your bed, and it all sends shivers down your spine. “b-baby, you’re gonna make me cum. keep going and i’ll cum all over your face.”

“wan’ it, want it so bad. need you to cum, need to know how good i’m doing.”

you roll your hips into him, cumming all over his tongue as he helps ride you through your orgasm. his hips roll into your bed, his tip spurting cum into his sweats at the sight of you fucked out. he laps at your entrance, licking up the sweet taste of your cum. you release your grip on his hair, relaxing at his touch.

you realize his tongue doesn’t stop, mouth sloppily sucking on your clit as your thighs try to close around his head. he doesn’t try to move them, instead, looks up at you over his messy glasses, smeared with your cum. there’s no teasing in his eyes, only desperation that keeps on building. you let out a moan of his name, his hips continuing to fuck into your bed.

you try to weakly push his head away, but he swats away your hands. his hands reach to grab you by your waist, keeping you in place as he pulls you even closer. “baby, please, you’re gonna- fuck, you feel so good- gonna make me cum again!”

he whimpers against your folds, ears ringing as he tries to stop himself from cumming too fast again. “j-just wanna,” he mumbles into you, “wanna feel you cum, wanna taste you, wanna make you feel good. want you to use me as much as you want!”

how could you say no to him?

[steddiealltheway]

Eddie’s having a strange day.

For once in his life, he’s not being treated like absolute shit by all the dumbass jocks of Hawkins High School.

In fact, they’re not even engaging with him at all. They’re looking at him, but they’re just not saying anything. Even when Eddie pretends to drop his stuff in front of Billy Hargrove, he doesn’t even laugh at him.

And while this should feel like the best day of Eddie’s life, he has an underlying feeling that this is all very very wrong.

Then, he knows the universe has decided to fuck with him or something when Tommy Hagan meets him at his “business transaction” table and instead of buying anything, he leans in and whispers, “Meet me at skull rock after school today.” And fucking plants a quick kiss to his cheek.

And hey. What the hell was that?

Yes, he’s seen the way Tommy looks at Steve Harrington to know there’s no way that there’s not a part of him that wants him in a way that is definitely not platonic.

But Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington (who makes every guy feel a little bit gay) he’s Eddie Munson. And this does not happen to him.

But, he reasons with himself that, hey, maybe he’s in a coma or something and this is his only chance to see what life would be like if he was… liked? That doesn’t seem to be the right word, but he doesn’t know how else to describe it.

Or maybe the universe decided he needs a break from his horrible second senior year.

Doubtful.

Nonetheless, he decides what the hell, why not go to skull rock and see what Tommy Hagan wants, despite everything in his being screaming THIS IS A BAD IDEA!!!

And a few feet into the forest, he hears the quick crunching of leaves and sticks as something approaches him and is nearly startled out of his skin by Steve Harrington of all people.

“You need to leave,” Steve pants out.

Eddie glances around and wonders if this is real.

“Eddie, I’m serious. You need to leave. Right now.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “Why?”

Steve sighs and runs his hands over his face. “Oh my god you remind me of Henderson. Okay. The basketball team is planning to ambush you because Billy thought it was a good idea or something. I don’t know. I overheard it in the locker room. And you have to leave.”

Eddie takes a moment to let it all sink in. And yeah, it adds up with the rest of the day, but also… “Why should I trust you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re Steve Harrington. You’re on the basketball team. What if you’re part of the trap?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m not really friends with any of them.” His head whips around when a cracking noise sounds out a good distance away. “Let’s go,” Steve says, grabbing Eddie’s hand and tugging him away.

Eddie plants his feet and stays in place. “You’re going to have to prove to me in some way that you’re not in on this.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair and pinches his lips together. “I don’t know how!”

“Then tell me why you’re going against all of them to help me.”

Steve’s brows furrow for a moment before he puts his hands on his hip. “Because I’ve been on the receiving end of a Billy attack and that was before he lost the little control he had over his sort of sister that like kept him weirdly grounded or something. But ever since, he’s been itching for a fight, okay? And he doesn’t hold back. He could kill you.”

Half of it doesn’t make sense to Eddie, but something about Steve’s tone makes him believe that he’s telling the truth. But there’s still a small part of him that wants to doubt him.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Steve asks, exasperated.

“If you’re in on it, you won’t be able to. Tommy barely even got my cheek-”

“He did what?”

“And,” Eddie continues, ignoring Steve, “if you’re not in on it, you’ll know that this means literally nothing to the both of us, and I’ll run back to my van immediately.”

Steve stares at him for a second as if he’s out of his mind - which he is, really - before stepping closer and asking, “You’ll really leave? Straight away? No poking around the woods because you’re curious?”

“Yeah,” he confirms with a nod. He smiles at Steve’s hesitation and says, “So, you are in on i-”

Only for Steve to quickly close the distance between them, weaving his hands into Eddie’s hair and pulling him close as he kisses him deeply, lingering for a few moments before pulling away, breath coming out heavier than before.

They both stare at each other for a moment, neither of them saying a word until another crunching sound appears closer than before and a voice calls out, “Eddie?”

Steve takes Eddie hand and runs, only for Eddie to pull him the other way toward his van, still slightly not trusting him although he’s pretty sure Steve’s tongue may have grazed the inside of his mouth. But that’s a thought for a later day.

As soon as the van is in sight, Eddie lets out a deep breath, happy to see it’s untouched before he runs and unlocks it, yelling for Steve to get in before starting it and taking off.

Once he’s on the road, he turns to Steve and asks, “You think we lost them?”

Steve nods and sighs, “I hope they don’t find my car though.”

“Where is it?” Eddie asks, quick to turn around when Steve directs him.

He’s not far from where Eddie was parked before, but with the risk of being discovered, Eddie is quick to stop his car and tell Steve, “Go!”

But Steve takes a moment and looks back at him, and Eddie’s suddenly scared that maybe he read this all wrong and Steve really is in on the trap. But then Steve asks, “And what if I asked you to convince me to go?”

It takes Eddie a second to register what the hell he’s talking about before he’s glancing back at the trees, searching for any movement before leaning over and breathing out, “I have got to be in a coma or something.”

There’s a brief sharp pain in his arm that has him yelping before he registers that Steve pinched him. “Maybe not,” Steve says, leaning closer to close the distance between them again, deepening the kiss in the short amount of time they have and quickly pulling away, leaving Eddie desperate for more.

“I’ll see you around. Thanks for listen to me,” Steve says before hopping out of the van and running to his car.

Eddie takes a moment to breathe before realizing he needs to get the hell out of there, and he quickly speeds off wondering if this is real life.

-:-:-:-:-:-

The next day, things go back to the way they used to be, but any time Tommy sees him, he turns an ugly shade of red which is accompanied by laughs of, “Eddie Munson stood you up.”

It’s nice at first, but two periods in, he’s already had enough of the dumb jabs people take at him until someone knocks a notebook out of his hands and it goes flying toward a nice blue pair of Adidas.

Eddie bends down at the same time as the other person does, and they both grab the book. When Eddie glances up, he makes eye contact with none other than Steve who gives him a small, private smile.

“Harrington,” Tommy says in an accusatory tone that has Steve frowning before standing back up, leaving the notebook in Eddie’s hand.

As he walks away, he turns back and gives him an apologetic smile that makes Eddie wonder if this is what Romeo and Juliet felt like.

The thought makes his nose wrinkle up before he stands up and goes about his day as if he doesn’t know what it’s like to be kissed by Steve Harrington. And a big part of him hopes that maybe he’ll get another weird day where Steve Harrington plays hero for him. And another part of him hopes that if he really is in a coma, he’ll wake up with Steve waiting for him on the other side.

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

laughter like honey dribbles ◦ l.f

-an inexperienced Felix tries to impress you by forcing his voice deeper. What do you do when it cracks mid-through?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 1123

Genre ◦ The fluffiest smut you'll ever read, awkward sexual situations, realistic sex where life isn't all butterflies, orgasms, and rainbows.

Warnings ◦ Reader is described as having a vagina, laughter during sex, Felix being a big baby, embarrassment (what's new), ruined orgasm ig? Ngl i feel like half of this is just a bunch of me yapping and terrible punctuation (if you find any errors PLEASE let me know, thank you).

A/N ◦ This was the very first thing I've ever posted on my tumblr literally ever and so I'm going to be reuploading all of my stuff back onto this account 😃 so why not start off here

~CookieCreates🍪

You can feel him all around you, chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart. Your bodies melded together flawlessly, as though you were molded to fit into each other's arms, and, well, each others…

He pumps in and out of you ruthlessly, perfectly tipping you closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his rutting hips, wanting him closer, harder, deeper,

Fuck.

“What do you want, baby?” He slams his hips harder into yours, prodding all the perfect places. You choke, a rush of pleasure vibrating through your bones. “Use your words.” He pants, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, his voice deep and low, the seductive sultry tilt sends shivers up your spine and tingles to your core. 

“Say something, anything, your voice drives me crazy,” you whine, throwing your head back in bliss. A shrill moan rips from the back of your throat as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, electric hands reaching out to you. You brush the tips of its fingers; trailing rings of fire seem to be tickling your skin, raging beneath your bones. 

So close.

So close.

So close.

You reach, all you need is,

“Good girl.” Felix doesn't know why he did it, forced his voice lower, deeper. At the time when ecstasy was rushing through his veins, it didn't seem like such a bad idea, until he went so deep it cracked.

He wants nothing more than for the earth to crack open and swallow him whole.

He stops.

You stop.

The world stops for a moment, and all you can see are his big, brown eyes blown wide with shock. The room is completely silent; the only thing being heard is the rough pounding of your hearts and the hard blinking of your eyes which seems like all you guys are able to do. You stay like that forever. Watching. Waiting. For one of you to take one for the team and cut through the growing tension in the room. You curl your lips into your teeth, breaking the awkward stand-off on whose either going to laugh their ass off or pretend that nothing happened and continue to fuck, but with your orgasm long forgotten and the previous raging heat of the room now dwindling to nothing more than a few flickering embers, the laughter that bubbles up in your throat is beginning to be too hard to contain.

Heat floods his cheeks as he blinks, still in this weird form of fight or flight mode. His muscles tense beneath your traveling fingertips, overcome with the humiliation that burns through his chest, and figuring no matter how much he's praying for the earth to swallow him up, Mother Nature is not coming to save him, so he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hiding from your amused stare instead. 

“Baby,” you chuckle softly, sympathetically, the sound reminding him somewhat of delicate strings of honey that float through the air. Even with the regret coursing through his veins, the sound sticks to parts of his brain that only you are allowed to occupy, so basically, all of it.

He could sum up his life with you in one simple sentence: cotton candy kisses and laughter like honey dribbles. He groans, digging his face deeper into the soft skin of your neck, the same neck that's littered with the love bites he bestowed not even moments earlier.

Oh, how the world changes. 

You can't help the spree of giggles that spill from your mouth.

“Can you come out now, please?”

"No, I'm good. I think I'm going to live here, die here, eat here, sleep here. You might as well get comfortable, baby, cause I'm staying here for the rest of my life!” He says erratically, digging his face deeper into your skin.

“My dramatic baby,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, still damp with sweat. Time seems to trickle by as soft bouts of breathing fill the air. The heat of his cheeks burns into your neck as you attempt to coddle him out of the embarrassed home he's made in your body.

"S'embarrassing,” he mumbles, voice muddled by the depth in which he has burrowed into your flesh.

“What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you from the home you've made in my neck.” You tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. He lifts his head, shooting you an equally playful but unamused glare. You have to push back the laughter that threatens to leave your lips as you take in his red cheeks and shy eyes. He looks so adorable and yet so sexy at the same time. You don't know if you want to jump his bones or bake him a batch of cookies. The best part is that you know you're going to be able to do both. You lift your eyebrows, sending him a look that states, "You have to admit that really was funny," which he reciprocates with a bashful smile, not quite meeting your eyes, giving you a look back that states, "I know it was funny, but right now I'm too embarrassed to say that currently."

That's what you loved about your relationship with Felix—you didn't always have to communicate with words. Your hearts did the talking for you.

“Come on,” you giggle, “you have to admit it was kind of funny.” He rolls his eyes, a wide smile creeping onto his face. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of funny.” 

You snicker, “Thank God, cause the laughter wasn't going to hold itself in for very long.” 

"Ugg, I hate you.” His words were as soft as silk, holding not even a centimeter of malice. He buries himself back into the permanent place he's made his home. 

“But I love you.” You whisper, your lips grazing the crown of his head, soft hairs tickling your chin.

You loved Felix, and he loved you, and even though the mood was ruined and hope for an orgasm was gone, you wouldn't trade it for the world. How could you when he was exactly that. Your world. 

“Okay, as much as I hate to say this, you can't live inside of me forever; my pH levels have to be screaming right now.”

When you were a girl and the coughs started coming, your mother used to give you honey in a spoon and a tickle to the stomach, telling you that laughter was the best medicine, but mixed with the slick amber liquid, your laughter would always sound like honey dribbles, the perfect cure, but with Felix, you never had to worry about being sick because laughter was all the two of you ever spoke.

©CookieCreates (posted: June, 2nd 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

[k1mbe3rly]

THIS IS SUCH PERFECT TIMING BCS I JUST FINISHED REWATCHING AIB AND NOW IM FIXATING ON IT AGAIN WHEN I SAW YOUR ARISU TWITTER P! LINKS I LITERALLY YELLED "KIMBERLY" AND REMEMBERED YOU WRITE FOR AIB Could i request SFW Kuina x F! Reader Kuina and Reader are close friend, and Kuina finds out Reader has a crush on her by accidentally overhearing Reader ramble to one of the people at the beach about her big fat crush on Kuina I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING SM AND I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE YOUR SQUIDGAME FICS :DDD

luv u

Is it all true?

warning: wlw, (short)

Before the explosion happened you and Kuina were always by eachother, ever since highschool

When the borderland happened she sticked with you thru out the games and ended up finding the beach together

Forced to switch to bathing suit you didn’t mind but you begin realizing that you were falling for Kuina, you weren’t sure how or why

You never thought you were into girls at all but just soemthing snapped when you noticed how she always protected you and saved you many time

People in the beach that you guys talk to notice the way you looked at her with admiration, not long after it was spreading around

And no surprise Kuina found out about the rumors or whatever as he heard some people talking about it as she spoke up “Hey. What the hell are yall talking about?”

They both looked at her in a bit of shocked “Oh you haven’t heard..? People are saying y/n likes you” one person said, she stared at them and quickly got annoyed “Where did you hear that bullshit from?” she quickly said back

“It’s going around everywhere..” The other person said

She scoffed and just walked away bumping into you “Oh shit- sorry about that” you told her, “It’s fine..” she said sounding a bit upset

“..I didn’t mean too bump into you, why do you look so mad” you asked, “I’m not mad, just annoyed” she said back

“Annoyed? about what..about me bumping into you?” you asked again in confusion, “No- not because of you, it’s just stupid.” She said

“Whattt what is it!! i wanna know” you exclaimed tugging on her arm a bit, she chuckled softly but went back to being serious, “Can you be honest with me?” she asked you, you looked at her and tilt your head slightly “of course..what’s wrong” you told her

“Do you..i mean are you like, into girls?” she asked randomly, you laughed out but realized she was being serious “What? i don’t know..why do you ask?” you said

“i’ve been hearing you uh..liked me, is it true?” she asked you, you widen your eyes a bit in shock, “What? where did you even hear that-?” you quickly said, “Just be honest y/n..” she said to you

You stayed silent looking away for a moment then back at her, “i don’t know okay? i really don’t.” you told her, you really didn’t. You were between of seeing her as a friend and as a crush..a part of you as a girlfriend in the back of your head

You were in denial, you weren’t even sure if you were into her or if she was even into you “..When you see me what do you think?” she asked, “I..really don’t know Kuina, i don’t know what you want me to think-!” you claimed quickly but before anything

She had kissed you, her soft lips on yours.

You froze not being able to kiss back, as she pulled away looking at your expression, “sorry.” she quickly said seeing your shocked expression

You quickly reached up kissing her as she was now the one in shocked, but instead of freezing like you did she kissed you back, for about a minute or so you finally pulled away looking at her, a slight smile on her face which made the lips on your face tug up into a smile as well

“I think i know my answer.” you told her as she chuckled

[hearted-anon]

Cosy evenings with Hyung

Words:1,035 Note: part 2 to 'clingy bread, happy ferret'. Requested by : @hearts444innie Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr T/w: rough tickling Lee: Jeongin Ler: Channie

"Ah- Jeongin you're crushing me here! I know you miss me but…" Chan sighed, feeling the fox wrap his arms around the elder's arm so tightly he could feel the blood circulation being cut off. Despite managing to quite literally pry the vocalist off him, he instead decided to cling onto his leg like a dog, rubbing his cheek against the bare skin of his thigh. Squealing at the feeling, the leader pulled at his leg desperately, an interested Hyunibini duo watching on with growing smiles on their faces, quickly being replaced when Hyunjin began to chase the elder around the apartment with a threat for punishment.

"C'mon, let's… go- ugh!" Every time Chan found a way to deter the younger from attaching to him like an octopus, he always found another way to ruin that plan, and this time it was sticking to his chest like a cat that found its favourite cat tree. Succumbing to the fact he had to go back to dorms like this, he at least tried to make himself comfortable with a groan, a hand under Jeongin's legs and another opening the door to their cosy apartment, surprisingly spotless from the fact he left the youngest home for quite some time. But then again, he had snuck himself all the way to snuggle with Hyunjin, which the Aussie internally found so incredibly cute.

"Alright, now you stay there, I'll make dinner. If I even see you take one step towards me, you're getting it," Chan warns sternly, with no malice behind it however, instead having a wide dimpled smile. He knew Jeongin would've tried something either way, having slept for so long gave him enough energy to bounce around their dorm at least ten times. Just as he expected, it hadn't even reached two minutes with the Aussie reaching in for some spaghetti before his eyes locked onto the fox, who was hidden not so discreetly behind a kitchen counter, brown strands of hair peeking up to stare at him.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he didn't even bother with punishing the vocalist, hearing the loud screams and high-pitched cackles for mercy next door was already enough to put him in a bad mood to wreck Jeongin, but he knew better than to scare him off like that. After all, who didn't enjoy having a clingy Jeongin by your side? Having sniffed out the smell of bacon and Carbonara sauce, the younger sped over as if a pet to their favourite treat, mouthwatering and staring at the leader with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.

Many, many grunts and carrying the maknae back to the couch later, Chan felt victorious! He had managed to make a good-looking dinner without burning down the kitchen with Jeongin's constant bothering by his side and even adding on a side of dumplings. To say they devoured it at the speed of light was an understatement, now both of them staring down the last piece of the savoury treat. Although Chan had originally intended to hand the last piece to the younger out of instinct, he decided to take a different route, untouching of the treat.

"How about you have it Hyung?" Damn it, now he felt guilty just staring at the fox as he pushed the plate towards him, denying it and pushing it right back at him.

"No, you have it, I'm full." Chan declared, pouting when Jeongin denied it yet again, not wanting to even lift his chopsticks towards the treat. Puffing his cheeks up, he pounced onto the vocalist, fingers wiggling against his sides without mercy.

"Nohoho! I-I dohon't wahant it!" The younger squealed, pawing at the elder's hands to no avail on the carpeted floor, only able to thrash in a futile attempt to escape. No matter how many times he protested, the leader could tell the maknae was indeed still hungry but couldn't even enjoy his meal without humility in his way. Oh, was Chan going to ensure he was the most spoilt baby ever to exist.

"You do, and you know what liars get? They get punished." Chan sternly nags, shoving his fingers into the younger's armpits, drilling right into the center. Poor Jeongin screamed at the top of his lungs, cackling as the sensations felt as if they were frying his body, clamping his arms in an attempt to protect himself; it came to no one's surprise that it obviously didn't do anything to help him.

"HYUNG- AHA- PLEHEHEASE!" The maknae somehow manages through wheezes of air, Chan smiling endearingly down at him. He really was too ticklish for his own good, seeing how they barely had made it to two minutes before his fists were pounding on the carpet, his entire neck flushed red and his legs quivering after making a failed attempt to dig a hole in the floor with his heels.

"Are you going to eat finish the dumpling there? Hm? No pushing it to me, no saying you're full because I know you aren't, no whining?" Chan coos, clicking his tongue in contemplation if he was being too harsh, not letting Jeongin whine was like a death sentence in their dorm apartment. Despite this, the vocalist nodded rapidly, tears of mirth welling up in his eyes the moment the five-minute mark in. With a sound of adoration, the leader let up, kneading his cheeks while praising him for letting his humility be put aside for once. Although Jeongin already looked like a real-life tomato, he somehow managed to become even redder at the praise, a faux frown pasted on his face as he pushed the leader away.

Safe to say, Jeongin did in fact finish his dinner with his cheeks full of dumplings, Chan having 'accidentally' made ten extra hearing the younger's stomach so much as to vibrate. But as he cleaned up the dining table, he felt as if hawk eyes were watching, staring at the hyperactive maknae that was glaring in his soul. With a giggle of endearment, he gently folded the cloth away, chasing down the fox all over again while squeaks and giggles echoed down the halls.

It always was fun spending your evenings with Hyung, right?

[rendomski]

The last one remaining

I had this idea for a while: Crosshair discovers that in addition to being the baby of the Batch he also is the last virgin of the Batch.

Enjoy, laugh, or hug the poor man, as you like 😀.

Pairing: Clone Force 99 (except Crosshair, naturally) x other clones.

Rated M; no smut, only frisky discussions.

Crosshair was glowering. Hunter was glowing. Karking hell, as if it was the top-of-the world experience to stick one’s overly eager dick into a regular-size hole.

If it was the other way round, Crosshair didn't even want to think about it.

“Really, Hunter? You and that ‘got stranded on Felucia for a tenday’ guy? ‘Ooh, you must tell me everything,’ really?” Crosshair looked at his other brothers and declared furiously, “Hunter is fucking with a reg!”

Hunter opened his arms and shrugged, “Fuck, yes.”

Wrecker looked puzzled. “Who doesn't?”

“Wrecker, I don't mean figuratively fucking with the regs. He is literally fucking one, if you even know what it means.”

“I don't. Which pose is literally?”

Crosshair made a choking sound. Hunter huffed. “Guess, he knows perfectly what the fucking is. I smelled at least three different regs on him during our stay with the 212th only.”

“You smelled wrong! Who says they were ON me?”

“I'd better put a request for more quick STD tests.” Tech might have been discussing the level of grease in Marauder’s ramp hinges in this casual tone. “As for your concerns, Crosshair, fucking regs is a perfectly logical solution. Considering that there is not much readily available alternative.”

Now Crosshair was not the only one staring at Tech.

“I knew it,” Wrecker chuckled happily. “All these never-ending maintenance procedures, modifications, and repairs. And lo-ong stays at the base's workshop.”

Tech stared back, unfazed.

“Actually, sometimes long breaks between welding the details are necessary for the metal alloy to cool slowly and solidify properly.”

“Yeah. And these long breaks must be filled with something.”

“Precisely.”

“What’s wrong with caf breaks?” Crosshair hated how his voice almost cracked from knowing in advance he was suggesting something agonisingly lame. However, Tech gave his question some thought as if he offered a sound alternative.

“Excessive caf consumption is known to lead to multiple health issues.”

“And you can't be excessive with…” Wrecker's enthusiastic gesture was way too explicit for Crosshair's taste.

“No, sex can be excessive, too. But reaching its limits is far more—”

“Fun?”

“—challenging.”

“Nah, just practice and get good. Like with everything else!” Wrecker was almost bouncing from excitement. “What is your high score, in a day?”

Trying and failing not to look smug, Tech instead of answering flashed several fingers. An impressive number of fingers

“You mean minutes, right?” Crosshair equally failed to sound like he was joking. “Right?!”

“Tech, are you sure so much welding is safe for the ship's integrity?” asked Hunter with almost sincere concern.

Meanwhile, Wrecker was overexcited with this new competition.

“What about you, Crosshair?” It dawned upon him then. “Hey, do you mean that you never, not even once?..”

“Fuck you,” Crosshair snapped and stormed out. Hunter’s eyebrows jumped almost under his bandana. Tech took his goggles off and focused too intensely on polishing them. Only Wrecker broke openly into roaring laughter.

***

“Sergeant Hunter?”

It was quite late already when Lieutenant Waxer knocked on the door of the Batch’s guest barracks. Crosshair was following him, his shoulders hunched as if he was miserably trying to hide behind a shorter reg.

“This one is yours, I presume? Unless you gave in to temptation and traded him for Longshot.”

Hunter hummed. “Yeah. Should I regret that I didn't?”

Crosshair managed to glare at both of them with his head still bowed low.

“No worries. Nothing Marshall Commander Cody hasn't been able to handle.”

“Commander Cody, eh?”

Waxer patted Crosshair's shoulder, nudging him inside the barracks at the same time.

“That damned irresistible charisma of the commander class,” said Waxer, lowering his voice to barely audible.

Hunter nodded. “Oh, I get the idea.” Damn, Crosshair wouldn't be Crosshair. Decided to outmatch them all in one breath by going straight after Commander Cody.

“Hope nothing Commander would not be able to tell General Kenobi,” Hunter said pointedly. The flush on Crosshair's cheekbones deepened. Waxer did his best to put on a stern face.

“Commander Cody is a gentleman, Sergeant.”

“Right…”

Unexpectedly Waxer, losing his stern composure in an instant, waved at someone behind Hunter's back. “Hey, big guy! Weren't going to leave without saying a proper goodbye to me and Boil, I hope?”

Hunter turned on his heels just in time to see Wrecker's radiant smile blossoming. “Me? Not a chance, Lieutenant!”

Crosshair crept in and curled on his top bunk, almost out of view. Hunter sighed as a flash of pity struck his chest.

Cody was a gentleman. But, unfortunately, none of the Batch were.

[quick-catton]

give me all ur felix and ollie and cattonquick head-canons plz can be nsft if u wish go crazy

ANON YOU LEFT THIS ASK OVER A MONTH AGO. I AM SO SORRY.

i've been waiting to answer it until i had a good list compiled/until i had a better grasp on their characters, and honestly most of these are fairly vague since i wrote them down before we all started going insane on tumblr and digging deep into their psyches LOL but. here are some of my thoughts that i've jotted down over the past month <3

sfw:

felix is a big ol’ scaredy cat, we see that in the film. oliver finds it so incredibly endearing that this big 6’5 man has to sleep with a night light and is terrified of scary films despite adoring halloween and taking the holiday so seriously. oliver definitely loves picking scary movies on the nights where it’s his turn to choose because he loves feeling like a protector when felix is hiding his face, burying himself in the crook of his arm, clinging to him and gasping at every jumpscare. and even though felix pretends to hate it, he doesn’t actually mind because he likes getting to feel small sometimes, having an excuse to press up against ollie.

felix is a little yapper, i just know it. that mfer does notttt stop talking somedays. if he has a thought, oliver is going to hear it. if he’s bored, he’s going to make it everyone else’s problem. as a little gremlin adhd–er, i lean towards attributing it to untreated adhd, but it's also just such a felix thing. of course oliver finds it endearing, but sometimes it drives him up the absolute wall; luckily for him, there are plenty of ways to shut felix up and/or occupy his mouth instead!

oliver is more of a show than tell person, valuing being able to do acts of service for felix, or to gift him things, make him feel good, happy, whatever. i think it makes sense, since he's more reserved and quiet. felix is more of a tell than show guy, always complimenting and speaking unfiltered and dropping words of affirmation left and right, and they balance each other out in that regard.

PET! NAMES! felix is obsessed with them, he drops them left and right even on friends, and on oliver it’s two fold. darling, sweetheart, angel, bambi, my love, doll, lover, all the classics, and oliver never gets tired of it. oliver is less outspoken/public with his affection, coming back to the show vs tell thing. i think to him, calling felix by his name or shortened versions (fee, lix, etc) is just as intimate as any pet name.

felix draws hearts and little messages with his finger against oliver’s skin when they’re in public, or when they’re just laying in bed at home. oliver likes to try and decipher them, or write ones back.

i know felix drives during the roadtrip scene, but i think in a relationship he would actually be an awful driver and a big passenger princess and oliver wouldn't be picky about music so he'd let him have the aux. felix would love to just lean against the window and stare at oliver or stick his feet on the dashboard/out the window and lay his head on the console even though oliver would hate it so much because "what if we get in an accident, felix??"

felix would love to abuse his size difference and would pick up oliver literally any chance he gets and oliver would pretend to hate it but he'd grow to love it bc it means getting to have physical contact with him <3

felix is terrified of bugs and will literally stand on a stool until oliver deals with them, but oliver hates having to kill them so he takes them outside in a cup. or alternatively, oliver is absolutely terrifying and goes into murder–mode to eliminate the source of whatever is scaring felix.

nsfw:

i think they’re both switches & verses tbh, with how their personalities are they would both enjoy having control but also being able to give up control and do what they’re told.

they both have praise kinks and servicing kinks as per my extensive brainrot and whole one-shot about it lol

felix is a little slutty exhibitionist and oliver is a creeper voyeur (/affectionate). he loves to have felix dress up pretty for him and he’s obsessed with taking pictures of him on felix’s film cameras for his eyes only, wallet photos if you will. and felix loves showing off for him and feeling oliver’s eyes on him like he’s just a piece of meat, like oliver is a predator and he’s prey.

oliver is obsessed with body worship, he loves to spend ages marking felix’s skin and getting him worked up and teasing him until he snaps, all the while acting innocent because “i just wanna show you how pretty you are”. paying attention to each individual body part, leaving kisses everywhere, using body worship as an outlet for his intense obsession and fixation.

both of them are possessive, but they deal with it in different ways. felix’s jealousy is quicker to flare up and he’s more likely to be confrontational about someone hitting on oliver; he has a hard time hiding his jealousy too when oliver is being a little too friendly with someone, getting all pouty and sulky, but oliver is good at talking him down. felix leaves marks all over his neck to make himself feel better, to show everyone that oliver is his, and oliver has no complaints about this. oliver’s possessiveness is quieter, jealousy that bubbles just beneath the surface, sometimes grows borderline–murderous, but he’s never confrontational about it. he sits with it until they’re alone, and then makes sure felix remembers who he belongs to. and at the end of the day, knowing he can make felix, this powerful golden god in his eyes, crumble beneath him is enough to quell any jealousy because he knows no one else will ever see him like he gets to. oliver loves marking him up too, but he loves doing it below the collar, like a secret that only the two of them know.

felix has an oral fixation. obviously. in the film he always has a popsicle or lollipop or cigarette or finger in his mouth; it just makes sense. one of his favourite things ever is when oliver lets him lay his head in his lap and cockwarm him until his jaw is aching while they watch a movie or oliver reads, because having his mouth occupied calms his always restless body and mind, but also he loves the closeness of it. he definitely gets a tongue piercing just to fidget with, but also takes so much joy in the way it effects oliver.

they're both definitely into freak shit, that goes without being said. they both always jump to try new things, always willing to feed into each other's obsessions, to play along with each other's kinks and fixations. i could elaborate enough on their kinks for one whole post about it lbr lmfaoo

i think felix probably gets super clingy and soft spoken and cuddly after sex when he subs and how he loves that oliver makes him feel small and safe afterwards, never feeling judged for opening up in that way. oliver is absolutely such a service bottom and service top, so getting to feed into that when domming is his favourite thing. he knows what felix needs before felix does, and felix trusts him with his life (ha.) he does occasionally tease felix for being a pillow princess, though.

and then vice versa, felix loves being able to help oliver get out of his always-racing overthinking mind when oliver subs, he loves making him feel so cozy and protected and safe in his arms afterwards. he feels so special that ever–reserved oliver trusts him and lets his guard down around him like that, recognizes the vulnerability it takes, and oliver feels so special seeing how much care felix takes with him.

both of them love having their hair played with and they both definitely get off on having it pulled.

i'll do an updated one of these soon, i'm sure! honestly most of these are from maybe the first week or so after i watched saltburn for the first time, and i feel like my view on their characters has evolved a LOT since then and i could go into a lot more detail/more niche tropes, but i have a lot of asks to get back to today so i'll save it for another time. <33

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Goths taking care of s/o when they’re sick

Henrietta:

- MAMA HEN ALERT

- I REPEAT, MAMA HEN ALERT

- She’s all over you, fussing at you whenever you try to do something yourself

- She literally babysits you and makes sure that you have absolutely everything you need

- Medicine? Check

- Water? Check

- That one really good soup you love from the restaurant all the way across town? You bet she’s getting in the car and making the trek to get you that soup

- She loves you and she’ll do anything for you

- Please just let her baby you, it’s in her blood to make sure that you feel good at all times

You were laying face down in your bed, stripped down to a tank top and a pair of shorts to escape the heat from your fever. The covers of your bed covered one half of your body, trying to keep a happy medium between being hot and cold. Henrietta sat in a chair by your bed side, one hand rubbing circles on the exposed skin of your back and the other scrolling through a remedies list on her phone. She had not left your side since you started sniffling last night. When you woke up this morning hacking up your lungs, she jumped out of bed and got you every kind of medicine you might need to get you through the day.

You picked your head up, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, throat burning like fire and only being able to semi breathe through one nostril. Turning to look at her, your laid your head back down, your eyes studying her as she intently scrolled on her phone. You smiled at her. The medicine she had given you just a little bit ago had made you loopy, and all you wanted to do was sit there and stare at her.

“Henri, I love you.” you squeaked, voice sore from your multiple coughing fits. She looked to you, giving you a soft smile. “I love you, too.” she responded, looking back to her phone. “No, I really do love you. You’re seeing me at my worst.” you added, closing your eyes as exhaustion started to set into your body. She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Trust me, this isn’t your worst. I was there on your 21st birthday.” she responded, setting her phone down and turning to look at you. You cringed as you remembered how drunk you got that night, barely able to make it inside your home before you tossed your cookies.

Her hand moved from your back, causing you to whine at the loss of her touch. She stood from her chair, making her way to the side of the bed that wasn’t occupied. Henrietta pulled the covers back, sliding into the bed beside you. You waited until she made herself comfortable before you turned on your side and slid closer to her, lazily wrapping an arm around her. She ran her fingers through your hair, smoothing the strands that stuck to your forehead. Your eyes closed, and soon, you were knocked out, holding onto your girlfriend like your life depended on it.

Michael:

- Michael is another baby-er

- If he was on tour, he’d send his parents over to go check on you and make sure you were doing okay

- If he was in the studio, he was immediately driving to you to personally take care of you

- He cuts himself off from the social world just to stay home unbothered, turning his full attention on you

- He’s the kinda guy who, if you ask him for something, instead of stopping for a second and thinking, he’s already on his way to the store

- On foot

- He forgets he has a car if you ask him for something, instead he’s right out the door walking to the closest store

- And don’t be surprised if he comes back with a lot more shit than you needed. He just picks up anything that makes him think of you

Michael’s keyring jingled as he fumbled through them, looking for the house key. He had just got back from the store, stocking up on anything you might have needed to help you get over your temporary illness. Finally finding the key, he jammed it into the lock and opened the door, stepping in and locking the door behind him. He quickly shrugged his jacket off, not bothering to hang it on the coat rack, instead letting it fall to the floor. The only thing on his mind was putting up your ice cream and making his way back to the couch to sit with you.

Michael quietly stepped past you, snickering to himself as he say you laying stiff as a board with a cold washcloth on your head and a sleeping mask to block out the lights. Making his way to the kitchen, he put up anything that needed to put up, grabbing a glass of water and a bag that had a different assortment of medicines. He didn’t know exactly what to get, so he opted to just get everything that he thought would help.

Stepping back into the living room, Michael made his way over to the couch you were laying on. He took notice that you had begun to breathe through your mouth, your nose having gotten stuffier while he was gone. The tall man sat on the edge of the coffee table and placed his hand on your arm, gently rubbing it to show he was there. “Hey, (Y/n). I know you’re sick, but you need to sit up for a second.” he whispered, not wanting to be too loud. You groaned in response, being cut short as another coughing fit racked through your body.

Michael winced as your body finally relaxed, assisting you in sitting up just long enough for you to take the medicine. It was painful to swallow, and you took a minute to recoil from the burn. Tears welped up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. Your boyfriend frowned, reaching his hand out to cup your face. Leaning into his touch, you relished in the fact that his cool hands helped to ease the burning of your cheeks. All too soon, Michael removed his hand and moved to the couch, pulling you to lay against him. He ran his fingers through his hair, humming some random songs until you managed to finally go back to sleep. Kissing the top of your head, he decided to take a nap himself, holding one arm around you.

Pete:

- Remember how I said he doesn’t like when you take care of him when he’s sick?

- Well forget that if you’re sick

- He’s over as soon as you wake up and tell him that you don’t feel good, carrying a few different containers of soup.

- And yes, he had been up almost all morning making those for you

- He will cuddle with you no matter what kind of sick you have

- My mans just loves you a lot, and while he doesn’t want you getting sick from him, he’ll gladly get himself sick trying to take care of you

- Really, you both end up sleeping all day

- He found out the hard way that when you’re sick, you’re clingy, and you’re not letting him go

Pete had just finished warming up some of his uncle’s homemade chicken noodle soup for you in your kitchen. He poured it into a bowl he pulled from your cabinet, grabbing the exact spoon that you prefer using (the little spoons are 🤌🏻🤌🏻), and made his way into your bedroom. Thankfully, you were just dealing with a nasty cold and not the flu, your only major symptoms being a sore throat, sneezing and a cough.

Opening your door, he stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He looked at you sitting up on your bed, picking at your nails as you put your full attention onto some random show that was on the tv. You had definitely gotten over the worst of it, but you still felt bad. Thankfully, Pete’s been there since you came down with the sickness (Oo ah ah ah ah), and he’s been nonstop caring for you. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you probably wouldn’t have been taking your medicine as steadily as he made you.

Walking to the bedside, you finally noticed he had come in, turning your head and smiling at him. Scootching over to give him room, you grabbed the soup from him, allowing him to get into bed beside you before tucking in. You had practically begged him to get his uncle to make his famous soup recipe, and his uncle happily agreed when he heard that that you were feeling sick.

“Dude, if I could marry soup, I’d marry this soup right now.” you mused, happily enjoying the meal. He smiled, amused at your words. “It would go bad in a few days, I think it’s fruitless to marry soup.” he quipped back, looking at you. You sighed, pretending to cry about what he said. The medicine you’ve been taking has made you a little loopy, it didn’t take a fool to see that. “My soup husband. My soupsband.” you mourned over the loss of your pretend marriage. “Gone but never forgotten.” Pete added, causing you to cackle, only for a cough to rack through your frame. Your boyfriend rubbed your back, his heart breaking at the groan of pain you emitted after you settled.

“The only soupsband you’ll ever have is me.” he said nonchalantly, taking your empty bowl and setting it on your nightstand. “Yeah, probably. Oh well. As long as you make me soup and baby me when I’m sick.” you said, leaning on your boyfriend. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean against him as you both laid back. The rest of the day was filled with soup, tv, and the comfort of each other.

[ch4nb4ng]

Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

[bubbleteaimagines]

Calling him by his last name prank (HQ Boys)

Haikyuu Boys Headcanon

KUROO TETSURO

“Did you have fun at your practice match today, Kuroo-San?”

He’s petty. He’s straight up petty when you call him by his last name, pretending not hear you even though you clearly asked him a question. Kuroo sits and looks out the train window for a while as you try again, trying desperately to hold in your laugh due to your boyfriend’s cold demeanor.

“...Kuroo? Did you hear me?”

Silence, again. He fights the urge to roll his eyes as he bites his lip, twitching in annoyance as you try again.

“Kuroo-”

“I don’t know any ‘Kuroo.’ All I know is baby or Tetsu,” He finally snaps, scoffing and looking at you as if to say ‘unbelievable.’ You can tell he’s playing it cool, but his eyes give away the fact that he’s actually quite hurt- and so does the subtle pout on his lips.

You almost coo as you see your boyfriend acting all grumpy at the use of his last name, immediately giggling and leaning in to hug him despite his protests.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“Awe baby, I was just messing around with you! No need to get all pouty and sassy Tetsu,” You laugh, snuggling into his side.

Kuroo finally stops resisting whenever you say these words, his shoulders instantly relaxing knowing you weren’t mad at him or anything. However, he can’t help but feel slightly even more upset because he genuinely fell for it.

“Yeah, well,” He pretends to wave you off, acting all tough as he looks out the window again. “I knew that.”

“Oh Tetsu-” You grin at his obviously pouting figure and shake your head, “I’m sure you did honey. I’m sure you did.”

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

“Bokuto, can you come help me move this please?”

At the sound of his last name, Bokuto instantly deflates and starts pouting the minute it sets in. I mean, he doesn’t even give you time to correct your mistake before he’s storming into your room, arms crossed and lips jutted out.

“What did you just say?”

“I said: Bokuto can you come help me move this? It’s really heavy,” You pout up at him only to find your boyfriend is doing the same, his nose scrunched up as his shoulders sagged.

So, it wasn’t a mistake. You actually meant to call him that.

“...Okay.”

There’s an obvious sadness in his voice as he slowly moves to help you, uncharacteristically quiet. The entire time he keeps glancing at you with those big eyes, pleading for you to call him something else. But no- you stick to it and once he’s done helping you, you lean up and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Bokuto. You’re always so helpful,” You praise him, but it seems to do nothing for his sudden sour mood. Grumbling, he hastily nods and then walks out of the room, a smile appearing on your face as you hear him muttering to himself.

“...Bokuto? Did I do something? Is that why Y/N’s calling me that?”

You follow him a few minutes later and find him on the couch, hugging his knees as he barely pays attention to the TV. He tenses up when you sit beside him, eyes hesitantly glancing at you. He figures that now is when you’re gonna confront him- tell him what he’s done wrong for you to call him Bokuto and not Kou or baby, but instead-

You’re smiling.

“What’s gotten you in such pouty mood, Bokuto?” You ask him, as if you didn’t already know. But you’re waiting for him to break, which looks like it’s gonna be any second if you call him that once more time.

“Baby,” He looks at you as if to say ‘seriously?’ and then hugs his knees closer. “We’ve been dating for too long for you to keep calling me that.”

“What- Bokuto?” You act shocked and Bokuto flinches but sighs.

“Yes. That.”

“But- it’s your name, is it not?”

“Yeah but not the one you should be using,” He suddenly whines, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. “I mean... what happened to Kou? I thought you said I was your baby owl.”

He looks away with all small blush on his cheeks and you decide you can’t take it anymore. Walking over to him, you gently sat down in his lap and pulled him in for hug, planting a loving kiss on his lips before confessing.

“Kou, baby, it was just prank,” You grin, reassuring him, and you feel his mood shift instantly. Bokuto lifts his head up and searches your face for any lies, but once he sees your grin he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“You mean it?” He asks seriously and you nod frantically.

“Of course baby. I’m sorry I upset you,” You apologize, and you swear that you can actually see his hair start to stand up again. While you’re hugging him and apologizing with an endless amount of kisses, Bokuto is chuckling and then he’s back to himself once again.

“I have to admit, you had me pretty good there,” He told you, impressed. You smiled.

“Really? You know usually my pranks don’t work but-”

Bokuto narrowed his eyes. “Ahem. You didn’t let me finish, sweetheart,” He smirked, adjusting you on his lap. “You got me pretty good, yes, but now that just means...I’m gonna get you back even better.”

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

“Sakusa have you read that book I lent you? How did you like it?”

At first, your boyfriend isn’t really sure if you’re talking to him, even though you called his name. But after a few seconds, your words settle in and Sakusa looks over at you to see that you’re staring at him expectantly from the other end of the couch, not at all phased over what you just said.

“It was...good?” It comes out more of a question as he shifts a little uncomfortably, sitting up a little straighter while he continues to stare at you.

“Oh? Just good huh?” You raise an eyebrow and decide to bait him a little more, since his initial reaction didn’t really show anything. “Maybe I should show you some of my notes, Sakusa. You could dig a little deeper- there’s a lot to uncover in those books.”

“...Yeah.”

So it wasn’t an accident. Once again, Sakusa looks over at you but you’re showing no signs of being mad or irritated at him. So then- why did you call his last name- twice?

“Sakusa?” You notice he’s staring and do everything you can to hide your smirk, feigning curiosity as you tilt your head. “Something wrong? Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

It takes a few seconds for him to respond, a small scoff leaving his lips as he does so, but nevertheless Sakusa sits back on the couch and gives you a quiet, “It’s Omi,” while not being able to look you in the eyes.

“...I’m sorry? What was that?”

“I said it’s Omi,” He clears his throat and speaks a little louder, lifting his head just enough to see the little blush on his face. You nearly melt. “You just...you called me Sakusa three times in a row. That’s not my name. To you...it’s Omi. You always call me that.”

You feel like literally awing as your boyfriend shifts shyly, finally admitting that he does like being called that. Not being able to contain your excitement, you squeal and quickly crawl your way over to him, planting yourself in his lap and giving him a sweet kiss.

“Awe, you mean it Omi? I thought you said you didn’t like it when I called you that.”

“Yeah, well,” His cheeks go a shade darker and you can’t stop yourself from grinning at his adorableness. You can tell it took a lot for him to admit it so you decide not to tease him, instead peppering his face with kisses and giggling.

“Well, if it bothers you that much then I’ll stick to calling you Omi. I promise,” You beam at him and Sakusa reluctantly takes your outstretched pinky, intertwining it with his own before brining your hands up and kissing yours.

“Good. You better,” He chuckles. “And...”

“I know, I know. Not a single word to the boys about this.”

“Correct.”

“....”

- “Not even Hinata?”

“Y/N!”

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MIYA ATSUMU

“Miya-”

“Oh shit.”

The word isn’t even fully out of your lips before Atsumu is freezing up, pausing the movie to look at your surprised face frantically. He instantly turns his body towards you, an apologetic look on his face before you can even blink.

“Babe- whatever yer about to say, I can explain.”

“Miya, what the hell are you talking about?”

You sit up straight and face his panicking figure, genuinely confused by his behavior. “All I said was-”

“Miya. Ya never call me that unless I’m in trouble,” Atsumu says, and while he’s not wrong you’re beginning to wonder why exactly he was freaking out so much.

“Okay...but if I just said it as a prank...and you’re acting this way...” You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Atsumu, is there anything you wanna tell me?”

He’s visibly nervous as he looks at you, sweat beginning to break on his face. He darts his eyes from you, to his phone, and then back to you, silently contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth.

“Okay,” Atsumu decides to clear his conscious and finally come clean, hesitantly picking up his phone and unlocking it. “So...ya remember that um, stuff, ya had like three weeks ago? That went missing?”

You paused. “...You mean all of my Yakisoba that you swore you had nothing to do with?”

Atsumu gulped. “Look- babe- I’m not trying to make excuses, okay? But ya gotta understand that I’m a big guy and sometimes when I come home from practice I’m just so hungry that I- AH!”

“You asshat!”

Atsumu is cut off from his confession when you suddenly lunge at him, grabbing a pillow to smack his face as you straddle him and pin him down. “You told me that the damn neighbors dog ate it, Atsumu! Had me all worried at the vet, wondering if they were gonna sue us-”

“Okay, that is an exaggeration, they didn’t even find anythin’-”

“Well yeah! That’s cause you ate it asshole!” Atsumu yelps as you land a practically good blow and quickly grabs your waist to flip you over and reverse the roles.

Now, you’re the one under him, glaring at his sheepish face as he pins your wrists.

“Alright alright! ‘M sorry, okay?! But I was really hungry and yer were bein stingy with yer food-!”

“Stingy-?!” You gasped at his audacity. “Tsumu, I damn near gave you half before you devoured the rest!”

“Well I was a hungry, okay?! Yer can’t blame a man for eatin,” He said, and you huffed as you stared into his clearly non-regretful eyes.

“Oh, I sure can!” You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re gonna replace my Yakisoba as soon as you let me go! And, you’re gonna bake me some brownies, too!”

“I- what- brownies?!”

“Yes! With sprinkles on top!” You shout.

“Sprinkles?! That doesn’t even go together!” Atsumu cried.

“So? You ate my food, Atsumu! And if you want this relationship to survive, you’ll listen carefully and do exactly as I say.”

Later that night, you munched happily on your sprinkle-covered brownies while Atsumu stared bitterly at the finished Yakisoba in front of you. His ramen noodles sat unfinished and cold in front of him, a punishment and a reminder that you never, ever ever steal food from Y/N.

And he definitely learned his lesson.

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Lol okay, I got this really cringe and cliché movie idea but imma share it anyways: How would yanderes poly Erasermic and TodoBakuDeku react to the reader accidentally tripping and kissing someone else? Lol, there would be literal fireworks exploding from the yandere’s side

Who would've thought being organized was so difficult! No wonder I can't be. :/

Anyways! 💙

Hope you like it!

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TodoBakuDeku X Reader

The four of you were certainly sticking out from everyone, especially in the way that the boys had an incredibly hard time keeping themselves in check. It was hard for people to not notice how they seemed to hold you captive, though they certainly didn't want to receive the boys' attention. They also made sure to make you feel like you were at fault.

You would lie if you said the stares of the students didn't bother you, but god forbid you ever complain. You're too afraid what the crazy trio might do to someone on your behalf if you did. So you just kept your words to yourself and resumed eating whatever food the chef placed on your tray. Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou did the same and chomped away on their food, carefully watching you as you stood up and whispered a quiet "bathroom" while pointing into the direction of the restrooms.

They nodded for approval and you patiently waited for Midoriya to stand up and escort you, just as you had been taught over the course of the few months together with them. You desperately wanted to have a breather, so instead of acknowledging Midoriya's extended hand– and taking it as you were always ordered to, you began hastily walking towards the restrooms.

Naturally, your attention was set somewhat behind yourself– on the greenette keeping a respectful distance between you, which you knew you would be punished for. Amidst your panic you bumped against someone who subconsciously grabbed your arm, pulling you with them onto the floor and your relief of not being hurt dispersed the second the information of something soft mashing against your lips registered to your brain.

If you were able to, you would've screamed, but your body did everything without your brain giving a single command– you practically shot up and sprinted towards the dorms, not daring think about who did you even kiss or what Midoriya's face looked like. You already had a nasty gut feeling and a horrifying mental image of the three males confronting you about it as if it was your fault.

None of that went through your mind while you ran through the halls though, and after breaking into your room you slammed the door shut and fumbled with the lock for what turned out to be too long. The door flew open and you were knocked down, your attention barely registering your heavy breathing from a lack of air as the three figures in the doorway walked inside. Todoroki– being the last, closed the door and easily locked it, which would've annoyed you under any other circumstance. Not right now though.

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Your eyes teared up slightly and your head hung low in defeat as Midoriya, thankfully– because he's the calmest of the three– squatted down and grabbed your chin, guiding you to look at him. His thumb brushed over your lips and he hummed in thought before he leaned forward, his lips over yours in an animalistic kiss. You knew he was trying to 'overwrite' the kiss from earlier.

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The next day you woke cradled between Todoroki and Bakugou on the bed and to your surprise, Midoriya was nowhere to be seen. After several minutes of fruitlessly struggling in their arms, you sighed and shook Todoroki awake– Bakugou was a no go. After a few moments of sleepily mumbling he reluctantly let go of you and you slipped out of the room, unintentionally bumping into a small, buff body. You quickly realized that it was Midoriya, solely because of his gentle green locks and smal freckles and mumbled a rushed "Morning" which sounded really awkward.

You hoped, at least, that he felt awkward. You hated the fact that he simply dismissed it and embraced you in a tight hug, making you feel nauseous. Truthfully, anything the males did made you hate them more.

After all they've done, they're still keeping up this lovey-dovey act of normal lovers. And it makes you sick to the stomach to have no other option other than playing along.

... Especially after last night.

EraserMic X Reader

You walked down the halls straight towards the teachers' lounge in UA and held the carefully wrapped package close to your chest. Just less than an hour ago you were in your home relaxing, but a phonecall from the ravenette had you hurrying inside the building with a box you had no idea what was contained inside��� nor did you dare peek inside to find out, you weren't that stupid.

Aizawa urged you to bring him the box he left on the table, and you did so, you already had a solid idea of the importance of this small box by the male's voice, so you speed walked– because Recovery Girl warned you about running, and stopped abruptly in front of the doors of the room and with a bit of struggle, opened it and walked inside after a timid "Sorry for the intrusion".

Your breath hitched as you immediately noticed the ravenette whipping up his head and staring at you, but maybe, just maybe, you should've payed a bit more attention to where you walked. Because the next thing you knew, the package flew out of your hands and your comical fall made you end up on top of a skinny body, though your attention only focused on your lips pressing against another pair of tougher, but still arguably soft textured ones.

Your stomach dropped and you immediately pushed yourself up from– who you could clearly identify now as All Might and violently wiped your lips as you hesitantly looked at Aizawa and Hizashi– was he always standing beside him with a face so unlike his usual demeanor? Well, one thing you knew for sure was the fact that you messed up bad. Both of them glared with faces akin to a growling wild dog, minus any sound. The only reason no one noticed them was because they were busy laughing at you and the blonde still splayed across the floor in shock.

You quickly scrambled up and nearly threw the mysterious package onto the table as you repeatedly muttered apologies and sprinted out of the building as fast as your legs would allow you to. You did not want to wait longer and find out what that unstable duo would do for something like that.

You knew it too well already; even if you were to hide in the most inconspicuous corner of the whole country, they would find you in what'd seem like just a moment. Although I guess you'll experience it yourself real, real soon given that in your haste you could only think of a shabby hotel as a hiding place...

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(. . . . .) ~ Sorry ~

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The next day– or who knows how many days it has been already, you weakly sit up on the bed and clasp your trembling hands together as you struggle to keep your breathing even. You feel the heat radiating off the two males on either side and the confinement of the thick sheets over you. Your lips and certain parts of your body feel numb as you helplessly slip away and nearly topple over with how immensely weak your whole body currently was. It was a real struggle to practically limp into the bathroom to help yourself.

And of course you were made well aware of the men's predatory gazes that never lost an ounce of intensity.

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Ah, yes, I also disabled asks (hopefully 😅) until I clean up my box and finish the ones I already have. 😁👌

[noodles-n-soba]

Am I babysitting you instead of your brother?

Scenario: You are Tartaglia's (Childe) younger brother's babysitter.. You and Tartaglia get to know each other a lot better. :)

It's a modern life AU! The two of you are both college students

(Might create a part 2, which will be more nsfw-ish)

Characters: You, Tartaglia, Teucer ig.

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How did you get into this situation again? You recalled the events one by one, but you really couldn't make out why you were standing right next to one of the most popular guys from your school, his arm around you, carefully but surely showing you off to everyone and sometimes pressing a kiss on top of your head. Every time he pressed you closer to his body with his strong arm your heart rate increased, your cheeks heated up and your mind absolutely crashed.

You really thought it all started when you were out for a job…

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'(Y/n)! Have you already succeeded in finding something?' You looked up from your notebook, your friend running up to you seemingly in a hurry. Disappointed you shook your head, telling her that you were still jobless at the moment. Your parents had told you many times before that it was time to search a job, or you wouldn't be able to pay for stuff. They thought it would raise some responsibility in you, earning your own money instead of giving pocket money every week. You tried convincing them that for the time being, you'd still appreciate at least a little, but they immediately refused. So here you were, studying for an upcoming test while you were worrying about getting a job as soon as possible so you could spend some money on lunch and stuff.

'Ah, that sucks so much.. But hey, I got a little surprise.' She begun and sat down on a chair right in front of you, grabbing your pen when you didn't shift your attention to her and stared right into your eyes. When you finally focused on her with a tiresome gaze and a sigh, she clenched her fists excited. 'You know! Tartaglia's parents are actually-'

'My parents are…?' Both of you, startled to death and souls almost comically flying out of your bodies, looked to the side  only to see his tall figure, hands stuffed in pockets and an empty look in his eyes.

'Tartaglia-.. Uh. I was talking about how your parents were searching for a babysitter, right? For your youngest brother?' Your friend quickly rattled, the guy raised his eyebrows. 'Oh..? Yeah, how'd you know actually?' He bowed down a bit, hands still in his pockets. 'I.. I'm on a job hunt, so I'm gathering info from literally everywhere.' You saved her, raised your hand a bit and gave him a forced smile. 'You are? Well, I mean.. Your friend here isn't wrong, my parents are indeed searching for a babysitter for Teucer. But I'm not sure if you would fit the job..' He said, a grin found on his face. Your eyes instantly widened, standing up with your notebook held ready in front of you. 'I- I-! Give me a chance.. I'm sure you won't regret it! I'm desperately searching for a job… So.. I will just-' You looked around you, realizing your pen was in your friend's hand and snatched it, ready to write your phone number.

'Geeez.. I was just joking little (y/n), I'm sure I have your phone number already.. Don't worry about that. I'll mention it to my parents.' He gave you a gently head pat, turning around and walked out of the classroom. Your friend hit you once he was out of sight. 'Quit acting like someone shoved a stick up your ass.. And sit down.' She hissed, you immediately did what you were told and heaved a sigh. 'I.. I'm sorry, I got excited you know.' You replied, shoving your hair out of your face, did you really make yourself a fool in front of the boy? Well, whatever.. As long as you would have the job.

It took him quite a while to call you back, inviting you over for a diner to meet his parents. You were absolutely startled when he begun his sentence with, "Hey (Y/n), wanna come over for diner..?", stopping right there and took his sweet time adding "With my parents. To meet them.". He actually got you flustered for a few seconds, but upon hearing that last bit you just mumbled a soft "Yes.". So, here you were, standing right in front of the door that should lead to his house, hoping that he didn't send you the wrong address. You were a little nervous, slight sweaty hands clutched around the little bag you had taken with you in case of certain emergencies and eyes looking around rapidly. When the door slowly creaked open and revealed a little boy, you cared to flash a smile and wave. Yeah, that until the door got immediately closed on your face, making you surprised as hell.

'Eh?' You brought out stunned, hands almost dropping your purse as you blinked a few times.

'…' The only sound that was hearable were the birds chirping, a little fountain shooting out water in a pond and chirping crickets. Best first impression ever… You thought sarcastically, standing there for another ten seconds and was about to leave, already turning around and walked down the stone stairs.. Till the door was opened with a slam.

'(Y/n)! Hey! Don't leave already? The fun's just begun..?' The voice of Tartaglia.. You turned around and walked back. 'Who was that..' You actually already dared to question him, Tartaglia sighed. 'Look, that was Teucer.. But he just randomly remembered he wasn't allowed to open the door to strangers heh..' The guy stepped aside for you, you slowly made your entrance in his house. Since you were neatly raised, you put off your shoes. 'O.. Oh if you'd like you can keep 'm on, we don't have a problem here with that..' He notified, already walking to the first door that would, probably, lead to the livingroom. 'Ah, I'd prefer to have them off… Would save some cleaning work..' You answered, politely holding your bag against yourself as you followed Tartaglia. Indeed, a second later you were in an absolute GIANT  livingroom, smelling so delicious and sweet that you almost thought you had found yourself in a candy shop. 'Diner's been made, soo..' He notified, slowly walking to the kitchen. 'Mooom. (Y/n)'s here.' He than shouted, you slightly jolted and even held tighter to your bag.

'Oh. You could lay that there, on the coffee table. I'll be sure to remind you to not forget it.' He turned around and slightly held his hands up to take it from you. Hesitating for a second, you gave it to him and he placed it with tenderness on the table, making you quite surprised.

That night after the diner and you meeting his parents, eventually taking your leave, Tartaglia heard a lot of comments on how nice and lovely you were, that you was definitely taken for the job and that you seemed like you could be good with kids. He also received a comment where he was being told that he should come home with these kinda person's instead of those whores he would invite to his house.. Heh. The next morning at school he told you almost everything, leaving out that last part of course, and returned your purse which you managed to forget. Everyone spoke about how "Tartaglia returned (Y/n)'s purse to them, did they meet?!", as if the two of you were dating. It was nearly impossible to NOT hear any gossip, making you feel a light embarrassment. You even got a few questions about the bond between you and the young lad, how rude that actually was..?

The first day of you babysitting wasn't actually horrendous, you kinda enjoying talking with Teucer about all kinds of things.. Going from Mr. Cyclops, to his older brother and at last all the toys that he got from his parents.. You found out that his parents were actually incredibly rich, but that surely wasn't that much of interest to you at the moment. The next days had followed, you getting to know Teucer but also Tartaglia better. Every break you would be found at least ten minutes sitting next to him, talking about your days and some more.. 'Sooo, means you're coming over tonight again right?' He stared deeply into your eyes, you felt a blush creeping on your face as you glared the other way. 'I am, unless it's not necessary.' Tartaglia shook his head, waving around with his hand and smiled to you. 'No way, you can come.. If that's to your liking at least, I will be home too.. But I've got some.. Errands to run, I'm sure I won't get into your way girlie..'. Surprised by the sudden nickname he gave you, you looked back at him. 'I- I will.. Be there at the same time like always..'  He gave you a smirk, his head shaking softly. 'You better be..' He muttered under his breath, giving you a soft chuckle.

'(Y/n)! Hi!' The kid stood right in the door opening to the livingroom, waiting till you stepped closer so he could let you in. 'Hi Teucer..' You answered with a bright smile on your face, continuing your journey through the house. Once arriving in the livingroom, you look around.. Making sure that everything had been neat. 'Eh.. Mom and dad told me that you were able to order some food..' Teucer brought out excited, you blinked a few times. 'Oh, really? Did they leave a letter for me..?' You asked him, looking at every table, but you didn't see anything.

'If you mean me? They did told me.' Surprised you looked to the direction the voice was coming from, Tartaglia standing in the door opening to the next part of the house. 'Yo.' He raised his hand with a certain casualty, your first response was to back off for some reason. 'Not afraid, I hope?' He grinned, approaching you slowly and eventually stood right in front of you. 'It's Friday, isn't it? Friday pizza day?' He offered and looked at his younger brother who immediately cheered excited, you sighed relieved. 'Anyways, Teucer.. You go be sweet and sit in your room, (y/n) will keep you company soon.. We've just gotta do something..' The boy received a headpat,  it surprised you how obedient he was.. Not that he never listened to you or something, but it wouldn't go so easy normally. 'Yes big brother! Will you play with me later..?' He than requested as he headed to the door. 'Yes. I will! But first..' He shot a mysterious glance at you and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Once Teucer left, Tartaglia approached you. 'So, this actually mean's you're completely free tonight.. Except babysitting my brother?' He asked, you were standing just in front of the fridge. Without a word you nodded, observing his movements. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and locked you in, his eyes staring deeply into yours. 'My parents will be home around 3.. We'll have plenty of time, won't we?' A little confused and helpless you stared at him, he smirked.. Soon after closing the distance between the two of you. You were absolutely dumb struck when you realized that he had placed his lips on yours, eyes wide open as your hands tried finding to do or a place to stay. You didn't know what the hell you were supposed to do, this was actually your first kiss- A h - !

When he gently yet controlling tilted your face up by your jaw, holding it tenderly a few seconds after.. You decided you would just close your eyes, you kept on denying these couple of months that you weren't crushing on him.. Seems after all you wouldn't even consider pushing him away.

When he let go he once again stared deeply into your eyes, your jaw still held by his hands. 'Cat got your tongue, my little (Y/n)?' He teased, your chin between his index finger and thumb. You tried saying something, but it seemed like HE had your tongue.. Completely stunned by his actions and not able to respond.

'Was that on purpose!?' You blurted out with your face red like a tomato, he raised his eyebrows. 'Of course. Why wouldn't it?' With his three fingers he gently pushed your head backwards and backed off, hands in his pockets. 'So, are you gonna help out my little brother or...?' You jumped up, rushing towards the door realizing you completely forgot that you were supposed to baby sit.. That damned guy.

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𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

Includes: Tsukishima, Sakusa and Kuroo

genre: fluff, abit angst

a/n: Hi guys, so my national exams are practically over and i have more time to invest in the blog right now. I apologise for not being able to express my gratitude for all of my followers after reaching milestones so do note that i’m accepting requests now (rules apply found in my pinned post) probably for a limited time

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CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Tsukishima is the stereotypical type of tsundere who is indifferent and cold to others.

So imagine if you live in the house opposite of his, literally his next door neighbour. The two of you weren’t two peas in a pod, it was more of like a cute puppy chasing after its owner.

From a young age, you’ve fallen in love with the cold-hearted guy, and followed him no matter what. Despite knowing that he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, you would continue to shower him with handmade gifts and reminders to take care of himself.

He on the other hand, feeds off the attention in a way. Slowly, he began to notice you a little more, from the way you would always catch up to him no matter how short your legs were as compared to his to the way you would always try to make him smile or fall for your antics. Without saying he did fall for your antics

but it only made him more indifferent, choosing instead to tease you by giving his attention to other girls. going out of his way to reach out weaker students but insisting that he didn’t want to help you

and although it breaks your heart continuously, you still stick by his side

And he only notices how much he fucked up when other guys start to give you their attention.

He’s jealous, definitely, especially when he realises that you seemed to be drifting away, giving up on your feelings for the beanpole

his hands would tighten around his pen whenever some other guy came up to you with a love letter, teeth clenching when he realised that you missed his birthday.

As he had enough, he would slam his hand on his table before dragging you out to a more secluded corner, blush adorning his cheeks and he would lay his chin on your head and mumble out

“please, just look at me again. i’m sorry i should’ve told you the truth sooner” and he confesses, chin still on your head to hide his blush from you not knowing that you were hiding your face into his chest to do the same

“i..like you, be mine, also i miss your strawberry shortcake” he would finally mumble out, his blush growing heavy and his hands snaking around your waist to bring you closer to him as you giggle and nod.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

he’s your rival, growing up into enemy mafia gangs has cultivated both of you to identify the other as your enemy.

So why is his eyes glaring daggers into your wound as you limp to a safer corner, both of your families has been ambushed at the same time by another more sinister gang.

Sakusa rips of his mask and you begin to open your mouth, “look if you want to mock me for failing do it later, my wound is killing me-“ you say with a struggle, wincing as the pain flows through your body, your teeth clenching as you begin to sway with haziness.

Sakusa is immediately at your side supporting you, gripping you by the arms and your waist.

Although his touch is gentle with you, his eyes and his voice is dripping with pure venom and hatred.

“Who did this to you, name now”

RIVALS TO LOVERS

this man could ace any test without studying before hand and while the two of you were the top of your class, you still had to struggle through tons of revision and pressure from your parents and the man himself to retain your position.

and when the big fat 80 mark stares at you mockingly, the man of the hour is walking towards you with confident strides and voice dripping with sarcasm

“so what did our genius y/n get this time? think you can finally beat me?”

His footsteps follow you in a hurry as you rush to the only safe place in school, the library

“y/n..i didn’t mean it, i’m sorry-“

“leave it kuroo, just- leave me alone” you say, tears threatening to fall already but you refused to let them drop now infront of the man.

You expected him to turn around in the other direction but was very wrong as he instead grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to his warm chest, shielding you from everything else as you breakdown within the bookshelves.

The stress and pressure being let out after all this time

Kuroo’s warm grip and gentle caress of your cheeks while he mumbles motivating words calming you down soon enough

“how are you still so beautiful after you cry, you’ll always be number one to me y/n. You, have me wrapped around your finger”

— Likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3

[bluebellhairpin]

Not Jealous

Bruce Wayne X Batmom!Reader

A/N: So I worked on this instead of like, five other things that people want but hey - gal’s gotta have her vices. - Nemo

Summary: Even after years of fancy gatherings, Bruce wants nothing more than to give in to his introvert nature and run away from them. You however, have taught him that after sticking it out, they might not be so bad. 

Warnings: Flirting. Bruce get’s jealous but not really ‘cause Batman doesn’t get jealous. Reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as uh ‘wife’ multiple times. 

Listening to: ‘Can’t Take My Eye’s Off You’ by Frankie Valli - ‘Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothin' else to compare... You're just too good to be true.’ 

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Gala’s were something that Bruce never really liked. 

As Bruce Wayne - the billionaire, playboy, golden child, Prince of Gotham - he couldn’t get to enough of them. 

As Batman - the brooding, ‘I work alone but not really’, Protector of Gotham - he avoided them at all costs. 

But as himself - the friend, father, husband, Bruce - his thoughts on such events could only be described as apathetic. 

Over the years he grew a very nice façade to hide how he truly felt. After the entrance of his wife, and then each child that followed, it became easier to fake, and he did have to admit they became a little more enjoyable with proper company anyway. 

Of course, the first time he saw she who would be his wife at one of these events, she was hanging off the arm of some blond, tanned, rich member of high society. From his knowledge and meetings with her on the streets she wasn’t exactly supposed to be enjoying it as much as she looked like she was. 

Turns out she was one great faker too. 

Over the course of the past seventeen-ish years, Bruce got to know the various ways you dealt with these gala’s. 

While he was tempted with the recluse lifestyle everyday, you managed to get him out of the house when it was needed. Even if it was a big house, he still needed to get out of it sometimes. 

With the outings you used to force him on, he was able to learn a thing or two from you. You weren’t born into wealth like he was, and you never had it until you married him, but you took to it like a fish to water. Well, the avoiding attention part anyway. In fact, when it came to going to gala’s with you, he was surprised at how little attention you drew when you didn’t want it. 

The first time you went as a couple, and then again as a married couple, were the worst as far as being left alone went, and he did expect it. Newspapers craved that sort of thing. 

After that, when it was just him and you, the most you were asked of was the journey between the car and the front door thanks to the press and media - once inside you could sulk away to a corner or table, get up for a dance or two, loiter at the bar and then go home without anymore than a half dozen people approaching. Those were very good nights for Bruce, mainly because on those nights he’d rather be anywhere else. 

As if he didn’t feel that way about them anyway. 

But lately your trick of not gaining attention at the gala’s wasn’t working anymore. It wasn’t that people were noticing him again, no it was because they were noticing you. 

Namely someone kept noticing you. 

“You both have never looked more alike.” 

Tim slid into a set opposite Bruce and Damian. Bruce had a crystal tumbler filled with ginger ale pressed to his lips, unmoving as his eyes locked onto where you stood across the room. Damian was in the exact same position, whether knowingly or not, and was sending a glare towards the man who was looking far too happy about talking to you. 

“We are kind of literally related, Tim.” Bruce mumbled, sipping his drink before setting it down and leaning back in his seat.

“He’s too close.” Damian whispered.

“I know.” 

“She could get uncomfortable soon.”

“I know.”

“If it bothers you so much then either of you could go over there and whisk her away.” Tim said, shaking his head a little. “Bruce could pull out his charisma, or the gremlin could pretend to ask for a dance with his mother all cute and mother-son-like.”

Damian switched his glare over to Tim.

“Why don’t you go and fix it since you’re so smart?”

“‘Cause it’s not bothering me as much as it is you.” Tim laughed. Bruce looked between his two sons, then up to where you and the man were talking. “She can handle herself. Plus he’s way below her league anyway, if she doesn’t know that then something’s wrong.” 

“You don’t think Ummi’s being mind controlled right now, do you?” Damian asked, sitting straighter and squinting a little. “We should go home and -”

Bruce stood, patting Damian’s shoulder as he pushed his chair back in, and then strode over to your side. 

As usual, you noticed his approach with barely having to look, and reached out an arm as he pressed his side to yours. His arm wound it’s way around your waist, and he offered his free hand to the man whose conversation he probably just ruined. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Bruce Wayne.” he said, lips tight in one of the best and believable fake smiles he’s put on in his entire life. 

“Henry Syrus.” The man said, stepping to match Bruce’s fake pleasantries with his own, “I was just having the most wonderful conversation with your darling wife about the art pieces here. 

“Next time you should compare novelty keychains.” Bruce’s voice was light, but you could tell there was a little something underneath. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take her away for a dance before the night dies down too much.” 

So without another word, Bruce swept you away and onto the dancefloor with the hoard of other swaying couples. 

“You need to practice that.” 

“Practice what?” he asked, looking down at you as his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“The ‘I’m taking my wife away from someone who makes me feel like they’re making her feel weird’ thing you just pulled.” you said, a small smile twitching onto your features from your lips up to your eyes - your first genuine smile of the night - and Bruce was proud to think it was because of him. 

“I did that?” he mused, feigning thought for a moment, “I don’t think I did.” 

“Well you weren’t jealous. Everyone - including you! - says Bruce Wayne does not get jealous.” Bruce spun you away, and then back closer to him again. Closer than before. 

“I don’t need to get jealous, I know you can’t resist me.” he mumbled against your ear, then pressed a kiss to your cheekbone before leaning back some again. “That’s why you keep sticking around.”

“I thought I stuck around because you’re filthy rich and never at home, so that I have the place to do as I please.” 

“Okay, okay,” he said, chuckling, “Now you’re really teasing me.” 

“I’m just getting started.” you said, a sly glint in your eye that made his arm around you tighten. 

“Oh? Dare I ask what else you have in store?” he replied, preparing to meet whatever you came up with. You hummed at him, surveying the room and fellow dancers before looking back up at him again.

“I’m gonna take you home, pull you into our bedroom, and take you out of this monkey suit -”

“- it’s a tux, not a suit -”

“- I’m going to take you out of this tuxedo,” you corrected, tugging on his tie as he smiled down at you, “And then we’re gonna sleep for twelve. Whole. Hours.” He groaned. 

“You love me so much. You know exactly what to say. You treat me so well.” 

“I know.” you said, smiling up at him. He couldn’t help but press his lips to yours in something a little longer than a peck, and you hummed again. “Now you’re making Henry jealous with all the faces you’re making.” 

“How can you tell, you can’t see him?” he asked. Looking over, he was able to see that, yes, the man you were with before wasn’t looking incredibly happy at the moment. 

“I’m a mother of at least five children, Bruce. And I have to deal with you. I can tell when someone’s glaring at my back.” 

“I do glare a lot.” He grimaced. “I should’ve known better.” 

“Underestimate me again and you’ll pay for it.”

“And if I do then you can name your price, my dear.”

[suna-reversed]

Cuddling with the HQ boys (Bokuto, Tendou, Meian, Suna, Ushijima)

A/N: it’s such a random assortment of boys because this was purely self indulgent🤸🕳

Bokuto

- literally a human heater!

- either wants you wrapped around him like a koala or does it the other way round himself  (have fun trying to breathe)

- loves it when you bury your head in his chest and nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck 

- would intentionally make dad jokes just to hear the vibrations of your laughter rumble through his chest

- on days he’s in his emo mode, he wants every single inch of your skin to be in contact with him !!

- he’ll be laying on top of you with his head on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and legs entangled together as he talks about his day (10/10 baby-talks)

- will literally melt if you run your hands through his hair and press a kiss to the top of his head. 

Tendou

- precious chaotic baby !!

- would definitely play-fight 

- you’d be cuddling, facing each other, limbs thrown over each other in the weirdest way possible (but somehow still oddly satisfying?)

- you’d see a mischievous grin form on his face right before he starts tickling your sides and rolls you around to pin you under him 

- you’re still laughing and trying to gain the upperhand as he just stops in between to stare at you

- and you just scrunch your brows in confusion like, “Satori you good?”

- man would simply smile and collapse- like STRAIGHT UP FALL ON TOP OF YOU

- and you’d be laughing again and trying to push him off while he sing-songs mushy pet names into your ear telling you how much he loves you 

Meian 

- he’s 6′5 cmon,,,it’d be like having a titan plushie of your own 

- he most definitely has tried to be the little spoon before (you were barely able to cling onto his back as he died of laughter watching you struggle to place your arms and legs around him) 

- in general though, he has a very protective hold of you.

- even when he sleeps, he’ll always have one arm around you and the other cradling the back of your head against his chest 

- plus he’s soo beefy- he never minds if you want to nap on top of him (although get ready for your cheeks to be squished by his hands every time you look up at him because you’re “simply too adorable to resist”)

- loves cuddling with you whenever possible really- would wrap his arms around you while you’re cooking, leaning down to place his chin on top of your head

- or even if you’re in the shower, he’d just like to hold you close to him for a while, bursting into laughter once he realises the hands that were massaging his hair was simply you spiking up his hair into a shark fin with foam)

Suna 

- likes to cuddle while napping, especially on days when the weather outside is cold or stormy

- he’s the type of person who has cold hands and feet all the time for no particular reason, so he’d always ask to use you as a warmer for them 

- would make you yelp every time he slides his freezing hands under your shirt 

- “maybe you should just let me keep them in between your thighs- I’m sure they’ll warm up in no time”

- “Rin no-”

- doesn’t mind being the big or small spoon, he’s content as long he’s in touch with you. 

- you’d probably change positions a lot though because boy just cannot stick to sleeping in one place!

- his solution to that is to literally roll you over with him each time so that he doesn’t lose your warmth for even a second (once, he rolled you both off the bed and you ended up hitting your head.)

- suna gave you loads of kisses and snacks later to make up for it tho

- I’m also convinced he has a playlist made just for napping, which would play a song that’s a little too suggestive for just cuddling every now and then (his intention was to turn your snuggle session into a lazy sex one, he succeeds)

Ushijima

- another one who has a very protective hold on you 

- was in general a bit distant when it came to physical contact at first. not because he didn’t like it but because he never really had someone initiate it with him before yk?

- so he was taken by surprise when he found you wrapping your arms around him from the back out of no where, or resting your head on his shoulder while interlocking your arms while you were on the metro 

- but eventually he found himself missing that contact on days that he didn’t get to see you

- in fact, I think he’d come to discover that touch was one of his love languages when it came to you

 - still, that never stopped him from blatantly asking for your affection either- like it wasn’t something that he considered to be embarrassing 

- so all his team-mates would be losing it when he pulls you into his lap during breaks or asks you to come “embrace” him while you’re in his and Tendou’s dorm (cue Tendou singing “Wakatoshi and y/n sitting in a tree,,,K I S S I N- ”)

- “I would indeed not mind a kiss my love.”

- “TOSHI-” 

- also- he sleeps like a rock but is still very aware of making sure that he doesn’t crush you. so in this case, it’d be him adjusting his own position every time you need to roll over or move- he’d eventually start doing it subconsciously. 

- would make sure you’re properly covered with a blanket and have pillows to cuddle with instead whenever he has to leave for early morning practice- would press a kiss to your forehead each time.