#instead of just drilling it out like im used to

[izzy-b-hands]

So much of typing in particular as I get older is just shouting at myself 'USE THE FONT EVEN IF IT'S NOT YOUR FAVE. SET THE SIZE TO 12 OR MORE EVEN IF YOU THINK IT LOOKS CRAP/MAKES THE DRAFT SEEM TOO LENGTHY. YOUR EYES CAN'T DO IT LIKE THEY COULD BEFORE; WHY ARE YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKING THIS HARDER FOR YOURSELF?'

and I don't even have a good answer for that lmao

[livin4woso]

Embarrassingly painful- (teen!reader x barca femini)

Summary- during training a simple embarrassing moment for r that seems harmless turns out to be more serious than expected but r is too embarrassed to tell anyone however it slowly becomes obvious to some teamates that they're in pain.

It started off as nothing it was a simple mistake in training, a funny one at that. You were practicing 1v1s and lets say your attacking wasnt the best i mean you were a center back you weren't expected to know all the fancy footwork that was for the girls further up field. So that when it was your turn to attack against patri things just didn't go your way, you had managed to get past her slightly and you were on the edge of the goal waiting to shoot however she was blocking your angle to the goal so you tried to spin outwards so you would be past her but as your foot was on the ball instead of pulling your leg backwards you went forward instead causing you to be off balanced and your momentum flung you backwards straight to the astro.

It wasn't necessarily painful when you hit the floor i mean uncomfortable yes, slightly winded also yes but nothing serious that you couldn't get up from. Jona asked if you were okay as you lay on the floor "you good y/n" "yeah yeah im fine one sec" you said sitting up "can you finish the drill and defend" he said looking at you and the stubbornness in you wouldn't let you drop out so you stood back up and got set to defend against vicky.

When the drill finished all the girls came over and thought it was the funniest thing ever and you knew it wasn't going to be forgotten about. Then during a game you had the ball and you heard mapi tease you with "make sure to stay on your feet this time chica" and you just shake your head at her. After atleast a hundred comments and 5 retellings of the event by your friends you could go home, peace at last.

With you only being 18 and from England you were staying with mapi and ingrid, they had asked you to stay and you couldn't really say no they treat you well and while mapi was more like a sister to you ingrid had a few motherly tendancys when it comes to you. So when you got home ingrid had turned on full mother mode as she knew you didn't go to the team doctors or physio to check your back to see if anything was wrong "bebita how is your back" she said scanning you up and down "its fine ingrid it doesn't hurt its just sore I think of where I hit the floor" you replied honestly while the pain had subsided you still felt a twinge in your lower back. "Okay, but if that changed you tell me" she said sternly as she knew you weren't the person to admit when you are in pain "I will ing i just think I'll be sore the next few days then I'll be good" you said. Oh how wrong you were.

For the first week you were right you were just sore the few occasionally movements hurt but there was nothing concerning you expected it. However things drastically changed as week 2 approached you woke up in your bed and as you sat up a sharp shooting pain came from your lower back and not one you can ignore it was fierce and it stopped you in your tracks from moving. But you can't be bound to your bed when you have training and need to be ready for a champions league fixture so you pushed through the pain and used your desk as a support to help you stand while your back muscles felt like they were ripping of you spine. The pain was unbearable you couldn't even bend down to go grab your bag with your boots in.

You gritted your teeth to hide the pain when you were infront of ingrid and mapi and you certainly put on a good act as they didn't suspect anything from you. It was impressive your ability to hide pain through accentuated long breaths and random stretches attempting to either find the source of pain or to relieve some of it. Yet once you started running at training the pain in your back was non existent it was like your body flipped a switch so you thought maybe you had slept funny the night before. However this wasn't the case when you woke up the next morning in the same suitation again and again with nothing changing.

But as the time passed the pain only grew stronger and harder to hide from people especially ingrid and mapi. Surprisingly it was mapi to notice first like when you would hesitate to bend down to grab things or that you looked for something to support you when trying to stand up. She didn't think anything major of it but she thought to mention it to ingrid just incase. Once ingrid had found out she had become a secret medical spy trying to solve what was wrong with you and to give her the credit she was rather sneaky as you didn't notice the extra lingering eye contact or how she would wait for you to stand up and walk with her. But she,like mapi, had started to notice things were off and definitely weren't right with you.

As she sat there trying to plan a way to catch you out as she needed hard proof that you were in pain not something minor that you can easily lie your way out of because you were a good liar for one but also you wouldn't want to admit to be in pain. While she was thinking she just happened to catch you as your bedroom door was slightly ajar and as you stood up with clear signs of pain on your face while muttering curse words under your breath it was pretty obvious that something was wrong. "Y/n what's wrong you clearly seem to be in pain" ingrid said while pushing your door further open as you stand frozen in the middle of the room knowing you've been caught.

"Nothing im fine my back is just still a little sore" you said trying to down play it "i don't think sore means not being able to stand without being in pain" she said almost sarcastically knowing how stubborn you are. "This back issue really still shouldn't be hurting you after this long you need to go get it checked out" she said firmly walking towards you. "Its nothing ingrid im fine i dont need to visit the hospital or anything its okay" you say way to defensively knowing that you should go see a doctor and you know it would help. "You don't have a say in this we're going weather you want to or not because we both know it shouldn't still hurt, for God sake even mapi has noticed you're in pain" she said throwing her hands in the air due to frustration but with that last comment you knew you were going. "Fine we can go" you said groaning maybe out of stubbornness or maybe it was pain but you had given in trying to argue with the Norwegian.

The ride to the hospital was silent it was mapi and ingrid in the front seats while you were in the back. Mapis fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than normal but not out of anger but more of im disappointed in you but also concern because while she acted like a sibling she loved and cared for you like a mother would. Ingrid on the other had was silent just scrolling through her phone and thats how you knew she was mad at you for not telling her. The doctor had told you that you had a slipped disc and that you would be out of football for atleast a month and you would need regular physio to try and place it back into the correct spot which would stop the pain when standing and bending down.

While it wasn't the greatest news you atleast knew what it was but missing a whole month of the season is a big hit as you were having a really good break through season. When you got back to the apartment the atmosphere had shifted the air was more tense than before "come on y/n sit down" ingrid said sighing and you knew you were in for it. "Why didn't you tell us bebita that you were in pain?" Mapi asked with genuine curiosity in her eyes "do you not trust us?" Ingrid added on. "No i do trust you but I don't.. I dont know i guess I was just embarrassed like to be injured of something that was my own fault I just felt stupid so I didn't mention it and I was fine the first week like genuinely was fine but then it just got worse." You said with pure honesty knowing you wouldn't be judged by the two older women.

"Im glad you told us but you can always tell us if you are in pain we aren't gonna judge you and yes you may think it's embarrassing but its not and you could have made yourself even more injured if I didn't catch you today" ingrid said to you with concern but care laced in her tone. "Im sorry guys but im glad you understand but I promise I won't do it again" you said back to them and in that moment you actually meant what you said and for the first time in your career you understood that being honest with injuries is much better than being stubborn when you have a good support system around you.

A.N- hi guys sorry for the inactivity this is just a quick one I thought of,well not really this genuinely happened to me a few weeks ago..even the way I got injured but yk hope you enjoyed

[cheqorb]

Sotto Voce.

Gaslighting everyone into believing you’re a really shit footballer because seeing people be impressed by your sheer lack of skill is more fun than being a genius.

FEAT. Bastard München ensemble

NOTES. uhhaua cross posted on ao3 but ajyway, thought this idea was funny and because of this lingering feeling of sadness i haha managed to Complete this?? Gosh im beside myself with worry!!

WORD COUNT. 2.2k

Isagi thinks he might be seeing things. Maybe all the relentless training in Blue Lock has finally caught up to him, leading him into a football-induced delirium, because he can’t quite comprehend what he’s looking at right now.

You’re moving across the field with a fluidity he’s only seen in pro-level players, doing tricks and turns he’s pretty sure aren’t even in his playbook. You glide past the defence, controlling the ball with a finesse that’s nearly supernatural — hell, he thinks even someone of Rin’s calibre would be breaking a sweat to try and keep up.

And you look bored while doing it. Eyes half-lidded, posture almost lazy, as if this is just another walk in the park and not you showing off world-class football technique.

Isagi’s mind races to make sense of this. You’d always been, well, normal to him.

Sometimes you’d play in a match, most other times you’d sit out on the sidelines. And he’s usually pretty sharp about these things, so it must’ve been because you just… didn’t stand out.

Yet here you are, pulling off flawless plays with little more than a mild yawn, as if winning against the top players here would barely register on your radar. Maybe it’s just luck, some freakish one-off, right?

… Nope. You just drilled another perfect goal into the top corner of the net.

He snaps out of his thoughts only when you suddenly stop mid-play, and his eyes meet yours. For a second, there’s a flicker of panic in your gaze and he opens his mouth, not even sure what he’s about to say.

“Y/N-”

You’re stomping towards him before he can even process the whole thing, your pace quicker and more full of menace than he’s used to seeing on you. You stop just short of him, tilt your head slightly, and in the calmest voice, say, “You saw nothing.”

He tries to stammer out something, but you leave soon afterwards.

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Tripping over the ball is harder than it looks, but after enough practice, you’ve perfected the art of falling in a normal fashion. To most people, it’s convincing. Prior to a few days ago, you’d say all people but there’s a certain someone who entertains himself by boring holes into the back of your skull with an intense, unblinking stare.

You can feel it. Isagi waiting for you to slip up.

Actually slip up, instead of the falls you’ve gotten so good at imitating. It’s detestable, honestly. You’re trying to keep things as they’ve always been, and he just wants to come in and mess with the status quo!

Luckily for you, Igaguri’s too much of an idiot to harbour the same suspicions. Right now he’s too busy practically doubling over with laughter on the floor. The guy is probably thrilled to finally see someone playing the fool even more than he does. And as much as he’s a pain, he’s also the kind of person who makes perfect cover — play the role of an idiot, laugh it off with him, and everyone’s none the wiser.

So, in spite of your (what most would call) vindictive description of him, you do believe that some sort of strange pleasure is to be gained from surrounding yourself with people like him. Though perhaps that also makes you a terrible person.

The feeling is nothing like the rationale that Noa preaches about so often. It’s an undeniable truth in your heart.

Which is why you avoid the people who actually know what they’re doing on the field like the plague.

Yukimiya, on the other hand, is way too polite to laugh outright. He at least has the common sense to stifle it, reaching out a hand to help you off the ground with a quiet charm that makes people swoon. No wonder he’s a model.

Now, the imaginary audience in your mind might be wondering why you’re talking with a guy like him? Your answer: he’s not as notable ever since he patched things up with Isagi. He’s now the kind of person you can talk to without raising any brows. Again, it sounds harsh but you see it in a positive light. He’s becoming just the kind of person you adore most!

“Try and keep a close eye for stuff on the ground, alright?”

You flash him a grin, nodding. “You know me, just a total klutz all the time,” you reply as your usual happy-go-lucky self, making sure to project just loud enough for Isagi to hear.

And out of the corner of your eye, you catch that familiar look of suspicion deepening.

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The silence that follows is brutal. Hiori and Kurona exchange a look that’s way too long for Isagi’s comfort. After finishing whatever telepathic debate they have with each other, they both stare back at him like he’s just pitched the most psychotic theory imaginable (which isn’t entirely untrue).

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he mutters, deflating a bit.

Hiori’s quick to reply, but Isagi is aware of the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes. “It’s not that we don’t believe you. But, ya have to admit, it’s strange to hear Y/N… of all people, doing something like that.”

That’s code for what the fuck are you talking about, Isagi concludes with a grimace, his eyes shifting to Kurona hopefully.

“Crazy. Crazy.”

Kurona’s tone is deadpan, his gaze distant as if he’s trying not to laugh. Great.

Isagi sighs heavily, scrubbing a hand over his face. Maybe he is the one who’s going crazy here. It shouldn’t even bother him this much. It’s not like you’re particularly close! If anything, he can barely remember a conversation between the two of you that went beyond asking if you’d seen so and so.

And, judging by the responses he’s getting from both of his teammates, neither of them can figure out why he’s fixated on this either.

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Noa is going on and on about practice drills, how to follow his instructions precisely, something about rationality and technique, blah, blah, blah. You stifle a yawn. If this is what being in one of the top clubs means, you should’ve begged Ego to be in Barcha instead. At least Lavinho would’ve been fun.

You hear his coaching style isn’t by any means phenomenal if you’re trying to improve your skills, but good thing you’re not planning on doing anything of the sort!

And just when you think you might actually pass out from boredom, you see Isagi walking over. Again. He’s approaching with that same cautious look, but it’s not enough to make him think twice about bothering you apparently. That’s also something that bugs you, he’s never a quitter.

You flash him an oblivious smile. “Oh, Isagi! Whatcha up to? Need anything from little ol’ me?”

You lay it on thick, voice dripping with cheerful innocence. His jaw tightens, and for a second, you swear you can see a flicker of annoyance on his face. That’s new. Your words have the opposite effect than what you had originally intended.

“Listen, I know what I saw, alright? You’re not fooling anyone.”

He launches into a whole spiel about how he’s seen you pull off moves that only high-level players can pull off, how he doesn’t care if it’s part of some large game you’re playing, how you should be using your skill to distinguish yourself.

…You really don’t give a shit, and in regards to his comments, you personally disagree! What’s the fun in doing all of that?

You tilt your head, pretending to think it over with wide, guileless eyes. Sure, you’re a little flattered he’s this invested in uncovering your “secret,” but the other 99% of you is totally unhappy.

When he finally wraps up his little speech, you just give him a half-hearted shrug with a smugness that he doesn’t miss.

“And who’s going to believe you?”

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Kaiser likes to think of Isagi as predictable, average — someone who might fancy himself a hero but is ultimately just another small-time player waiting to be crushed. It’s almost laughable how seriously he takes himself. In fact, the only thing remotely worth mentioning about him recently is this bizarre fixation he seems to have developed on you.

He’s overheard your exchanges, and in short, they’re pathetic.

Isagi rambles on about how you’re hiding something, clinging to that delusion like it’s going to benefit him somehow. The psychology-lover inside him finds it almost fascinating in how utterly absurd it sounds.

So, when Kaiser spots you chatting with the ever despairing Grim (laughing so hard you have to hold back tears), he figures it wouldn’t be wrong to call you at least a little insane. Part of him wonders what humour could be found in the man’s deplorable monologues.

He figures he might as well join in on the entertainment. You’re far from his usual company, but you’ll do. For now. Moseying on over, his signature smirk is already in place.

He’s rewarded by the way your eyes immediately narrow in irritation, a look he’s all too familiar with and thoroughly enjoys on anyone really. Grim, blissfully unaware of what he’s leaving you to, heads off, and now it’s just you and Kaiser.

Leaning in closer, he asks, “What little secret of yours has got under Yoichi’s skin so badly?”

Kaiser waits, watching for the faintest flicker of reaction but you stay silent. How boring.

But! Not one to give up easily, he continues with a more direct jab, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. The one where he acts like he knows everything there is to know about everyone. “That you’re really skilled, and this whole clueless act of yours is just a cheap facade?”

He raises a brow, as if daring you to admit it. To his delight, you lift your head, finally meeting his gaze albeit with an uncomfortably polite smile.

“I was just surprised you’re interested in something like that. But, Isagi’s a total liar. Isn’t he just so annoying? I can’t stand people who just don’t know when to give up, and I’m sure you agree.”

It’s not often someone catches him off-guard, and though he recovers quickly, the flicker of surprise is still there. Kaiser also sees opportunity however. He could work with this.

“Well, if you’re not a fan of Yoichi then feel free to join my side then,” he drawls, offering the position like it’s a dream come true. In his world, he’s already the star; what better way to elevate himself than to recruit someone.

“Ah, no. You’re both terrible.”

He can’t tell what’s worse; you lumping him together with Isagi, or the fact that you immediately walk off without giving him a chance to get the last word in.

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“It’s like asking me if I prefer cat shit or dog shit. It’s still shit, and there’s no point in picking one over the other.”

You toss the comparison out to Kiyora, of all people — a bit of a waste since he just stares blankly at you, not saying a word. Pretty cute, actually, in a clueless sort of way.

The reality is that, at the moment, if you want a shot at the regulars, you’re supposed to cosy up to either Isagi or Kaiser. And as for everyone else? They’re can either fuck off or pray for a miracle.

Of course, you couldn’t care less about making the regulars. But every now and then, you forget there are people around you who do care, people with actual ambitions. Which is why you pause when you catch sight of Hiori and Kurona.

“Oh, Hiori and Kurona,” you point out the obvious.

They both glance your way, casual and relaxed, which gives you the impression that Isagi hasn’t roped them into his latest paranoid theories. Yet.

“Are ya heading back to training already?” Hiori asks, his soft voice and accent making it sound more like an invitation than a question. There’s a kindness to it that’s almost unsettling here in Blue Lock, but you return his smile with one of your own nevertheless.

Kiyora gives a small nod. “Yeah,” he says, brief and to the point.

You’re half-considering some excuse to slip away and do your own thing, but there’s something about the way Hiori is looking at you that draws your attention. Unlike Isagi, he’s way better at hiding it, but you can still feel his curiosity prickle under your skin.

You give him a lazy smile, leaning into the idea. “I’m already so tired from this morning’s training,” you lie, exaggerating just enough. “Honestly, going to bed early sounds great right about now.”

Morning training was barely enough to get you sweating, just a couple of warm-up drills for the afternoon matches. You doubt they have any clue what you’re talking about, which is exactly how you want it.

There’s a quiet pause, and then Hiori breaks it with a gentle but firm nudge. “Well, if yer looking to get on the regulars consistently, training more could be worth a shot.”

You force a smile that probably looks more akin to a grimace. This is exactly why you don’t like smart people. They poke and prod until your story frays at the edges. He definitely asked that on purpose! With a heavy sigh, you end up walking with them toward the pitch, despite every nerve in you screaming to veer off.

You can’t help but wonder if this is a test.

[elysiality]

hii could i please request reader comforting nat (established relationship) who is struggling with the stress of being the group leader?? maybe just being really soft and sweet with her and cuddling her and insisting she comes inside their shelter to rest, and nat just ends up completely lying on top of her? does nat let out everything she’s struggling with or does she just appreciate some silence with the girl she loves? idk anything like that im just CRAVING nat comfort rn after everything she’s been through 💔💔

wiege - nat scatorccio

"Do you even know what time it is?"

"No." she answers immediately, "and neither do you."

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-> pairing/s - nat scatorccio x reader

-> warnings !! - hurt/comfort, nat crying :(, mentions of shauna shipman, brief mentions of cannibalism, come on guys this is yellowjackets you know the drill

you frown as you glance outside for what seems to be the eighth time .

you aren't sure what time of the day is— the sun can only do so much when it's not in the sky— but it's not a time of the day even your little freak group in the woods is usually up and around at.

yet, your own girlfriend sits outside, staring blankly into space. she's supposed to be portioning the rations, something she took over from Shauna after some snide remarks on her leadership and duties, but she sits still as a statue, hunched over on her log.

she's been staying up later and later every night and it's starting to show. none of you are particularly looking good, nothing to win a beauty pageant, but Nat's started to look rougher with each passing day. the bags under her eyes have grown heavy, her face has lost any trace of baby fat it once had, instead replaced by gaunt outlines of cheekbones.

her eyes are what disturb you the most. a hollow, haunted look inhibits them at all times, none of that mischevious spark you found glinting in them when you still had a normal life anywhere to be seen.

your life is far from normal, of course, you can't imagine any other teenagers are staying up late in the woods, taking turns to keep guard from any apex predators deciding that your village looks like a good place to get a meal, but the eroded look in the eyes of your lover is something that hurts to look at.

she's been the spark in the darkness to the other girls. after the cabin burnt down, she took charge like the queen she was made into. she led the girls in building the huts, using every girl's talent to the fullest. she staked out the animals that Akilah started a breeding farm with and she was the one who buried the bones of the deceased.

out of everyone, only you see the toll it's starting to take on her. the occasional tear that slips out before she wipes it away. the constant shuffling and moaning in her sleep when she does give in to her tiredness. the way she speaks— quieter, calmer now than her normal, brazen personality. she's sacrificing herself to give everything to this role that's been forced onto her and the stress is destroying her.

tonight, you've had enough. you get off your threadbare cot and stomp out of your hut. Nat startles, her hands instinctively coming to shield her body before she realises who it is. her alert posture sinks about a foot and she looks up at you sullenly, turning back to her meat table.

"You should go to sleep. It's getting late." she mutters distractedly, starting to push the chunks on the table around, more playing with her food than anything else.

"I could apply that same logic to you." you point out. "Do you even know what time it is?"

"No.", she answers immediately, "and neither do you."

you huff. smartass habits die hard. somehow, not one of the several people on your plane— dead or alive, were carrying watches. go figure.

"Look up at the sky, Nat. I judge it to be nobody-should-stay-up-this-late-unless-they-want-to-encounter-ghosts'o clock."

she blinks in surprise and looks up at the night sky, seemingly blindsided by the few stars twinkling in the sky next to the moon. her eyes almost light up at the sight of stars— as it's becoming colder and colder, they've all started to disappear— but that light quickly fades when she turns back to the table. "It doesn't matter. I'm shirking my duties."

you grip her jaw and pull her face up to meet yours. for a split second, the stars give her the spark she lost. but even then, it seems unnatural. because it's not her.

"You're also shirking your rest. We need to keep our strength up." she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe. But I've still got this pile of food to sort through and then I have to pour water into that little pond for the ducks—" she starts blubbering out her duties, blinking rapidly as though trying to shake the sleep off herself.

you spin her back around, gripping both her bare shoulders. she stops mid-rant, her chapped lips pressing together in a pout. "All that can be done tomorrow and by other people." you say firmly. "We have chore distribution for a reason."

she falters, before meeting your eyes again, stubborn and determined to completely ruin whatever was left of her sleep schedule. "Well, what if something comes into the village? I know how to use the gun—" "And you're not the only one." you finish for her. she stares at you blankly.

"Gen and Travis are on the night watch, remember?"

chocolate brown eyes dart around the silent village nervously, as if searching for a reason to ruin whatever little rest you forced on her. "Shauna will kill me if I don't—" she starts off, but her voice is slightly less forced. you pounce on the opportunity.

"No, she won't. Because you're in charge, as much as she hates it. The others would jump her before she gets a chance."

you can see her resistance crumbling away, little by little. her eyes soften, just slightly. her shaking hands scrape off the table and fall to her side.

"Besides, Lottie would probably curse her with some voodoo wilderness magic if Shauna tried anything on her beloved queen." you snark. that gets a small, dry chuckle out of Nat and you relish in the victory.

you drop to your knees in front of Nat, holding both her grimy hands in your own. she looks down at you, as if holding in the urge to start bawling like a little kid. Nat has always been one to hold back her emotions.

a set of big, brown eyes stare at you, reflective, like a cat's, shaking with unshed tears. every bone in her body aches with exhaustion. her eyes burn from the lack of rest. "Come to bed. Please. No one needs you tonight but me." you plead with her, bringing her hands to your chest.

you see the exact moment she crumbles. the alert posture finally slumps over, nearly falling forward onto the table. her hands, once limp, grip onto yours tightly, scrabbling for purchase. her entire face relaxes— she's probably been waiting for you to drag her stubborn ass to sleep for days.

her mouth drops open slightly, like she can't help it. a small, squeaky noise leaves her throat— a tiny animal dying. it continues in series, and she presses one of her hands to her mouth, trying to stiffle the pitiful noises with the back of her hand. it doesn't work.

you gaze at her in empathy, rubbing small, soothing circles over the palm of her free hand with your thumb.

you've been there before. that heavy, heaving feeling in your chest, the dry wracking sobs that translate into small noises because the tears don't come.

she's so exhausted that she can't bring herself to cry.

you stand up, half-heartedly trying to brush copious amounts of dust from your clothes before taking your girlfriend's hand. you lead her into the silence of your hut, sitting her down on the woolen cot. privacy is a rare thing to get, but she's privileged enough to have it.

you lay down on the cot, patting the space next to you. she tries to lay there, she really does, but her knees give out and she lands right on top of you with a slight 'oomph' sound, muttering a hasty apology.

you let her stay there, knowing that pushing her off will probably take ten years off your already shortened life span.

your hand goes to card through her coarse hair. the shampoo ran out in the first couple of days— weeks, months? you aren't sure. you stopped keeping track of the time after winter came. what's the use of it? the rest of your humdrum life will wile away here, eating each other to survive.

the dark brown strands are rough and fine, like running your hand through sandpaper, but you do it anyway. you aren't one to judge. the hygeine and selfcare aspect of the whole situation is something all of you gave up on, save the occasional baths in the lake.

her natural hair colour is starting to show at the roots, something the old Nat would've never let happen. she hated having any connection to who she was before she joined the Yellowjackets. before her father died. you know she feels insecure about it, but you've assured her time and time again that it looks cool. you're not sure she believes you.

a beat of silence, then—

"it's getting colder." comes a muffled voice from the crook of your neck.

"I know.", you respond, tapping out patterns on her head.

"winter is coming."

"i know."

"...I'm scared."

"I know, Nat." you stare off blankly into space, out into the common area of the village, where mist has started to condense, where you've slowly started to pile on more and more clothes onto your body in preparation, where Akilah has started trying to breed out the animals faster.

there's nothing you can do. you've long since resigned yourself to your fate. no one is coming for you. you're alone. winter after winter will come and you'll be stuck here forever, while the rest of the world goes on. your parents think you're dead. your friends have gone onto college, attending parties and preparing to follow their career paths. even young Allie probably graduated by now. lucky girl. the world has moved on without you.

what life would be waiting for you if you went home now?

Nat calls your name and you snap out of your trance. "Yeah?", you ask her, distracted by how squeaky your voice sounds.

"Where do you think we would be if we were home by now?", she asks again and your heart clenches painfully at how soft her voice sounds. you're suddenly pushed back to young Nat, silent through her dad's funeral, and then breaking down in your arms afterwards. she sounds like a kid.

where would you be right now? if you had gone to nationals as planned, won as planned and come back to the small, backwater town of Wiskayok to live out a normal, teenage life?

"i- i don't know." no matter how hard you wrack your brains, you come up blank. any memory of home you had is starting to fade. the wilderness is your home now. it's the only thing you know and the only thing you will ever know now.

"We've been here so long, I haven't even- even thought of what life back home would be like..", you realise out loud, stilling your hand movements.

"Same.", she sighs. she raises her head, and two black, pearlescent eyes scan your face. "Normalcy? Why, I hardly know her."

you giggle at that, before your ability to dies down. she drops her head into your neck again. she's had it just as hard as you have, if not harder. she needs you right now, just as much as you need her, and this pretense of a regular life.

you choke down your emotions, like you've learned to do out here. "Well, for starters, we'd still be dating.", you start off, starting to run your hands through her hair again. "You're never getting rid of me now." that earns you a quiet laugh and you keep going, emboldened by the brusque noise.

"we'd move in together— a college dorm or an apartment, maybe." she snorts, her hand finding yours and tangling her fingers with your own. "and what makes you think I'd share a room with you?"

you rap the back of her head playfully and she groans. "No one else would be able to handle you, idiot." "True.", she defers to you gracefully.

"What else?" you can hear the small tinge of urgency that changes the cadence of her voice. the need to pretend that this is normal. that your fantasy is real.

"well, you'd join the soccer team, if they have one. I, personally, would skimp on the extra-curriculars side of things unless it's by my own volition." You pause, letting her squeeze your hand for comfort. your throat is getting parched, but you ignore it. you've gone without water for far longer. "Maybe learn to knit or something." she scoffs. "Oh please. Like you'd have the patience for that." you hit the back of her head again and she winces, muttering a half-assed apology into your neck.

"and I'd come to every game, and cheer you on. We'd get away from Wiskayok, far, far away— maybe go back once a month. And we'd do well in classes— and I'd make you sleep on the floor if I found out you relapsed."

"Not a single moment of joy.", she grouses and you poke the small of her back, making her wiggle and giving you the impression of having a rather frenetic mannequin on top of you.

"And then....", you trail off, unsure of how to continue this delusion. it's been so long, you've lost all thoughts of creature comforts. it's hard not to, when one of your chores involves emptying the piss bucket in the village. "We'd live normal lives.", Nat completes for you.

"Yeah.", you agree. "And then we'd live normal, boring, 9-5 lives, sitting on a beat-up couch every night, tuning in to watch X-files with a six pack of beer."

in comparison to your current situation, even that sounds like paradise.

you begin to hum. you're not sure where this sudden urge to sing your heart out to the audience of crickets and your depressed girlfriend comes from, but it happens anyway.

it's a sweet song. maybe you've heard it on a radio. maybe someone sang it to you once— your mom, or your grandpa, perhaps. you aren't sure. you aren't sure of much of anything, anymore. it's not concert-worthy, but it's calming. a song about the sea and the wind and peace— a lullaby sung to an angsty child.

it seems to work on your girlfriend too, who seems for all the world like an antsy kid right now. she slumps over onto you, tired muscles slowly relaxing, her hand growing loose in yours, her ragged breathing easing up.

you continue your song, singing to the best of your dry-throated abilities, till you hear the telltale, quiet snore that signals that Nat's fallen asleep. you smile, a small, trembling smile, pressing a kiss to her hair.

you take her frigid hand in yours and squeeze. you're sure of her, atleast.

that's one thing you hope never changes, despite all the wishing you've done for another life, the wish to be in someone else's shoes. you hope she'll always be there.

you squirm under her a bit till you find a comfortable position, managing to safely roll her off you and next to you instead. you hug her close, burying yourself in her neck.

thank the gods that you've gotten desensitised to the smell. all that reaches your nose is the scent of her now. just her. that rough-around-the-edges, pine scent you've always insisted lingers around her.

sleep comes easier to you that night. a dreamless, peaceful sleep like you've never had before.

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a/n: ohh my god, my shayla....my shaylaaa.... nat scatorccio, my beloved patron saint of poor decisions...

requests are open for all yellowjackets girls, dead or alive !

[hydrobunny]

i knew you'd come back to me

tags: getting back together, vague allusions to angst, timeskip reunion, ambiguous? ending 880 words

a/n: hope u enjoy anon. based on cardigan

it’s been six years since you last saw rin itoshi.

six years since the day he turned his back on you without looking back, leaving behind the remains of your fragile relationship.

but now that you’ve grown - and gotten through life just fine on your own- you’re not sure what that long-gone relationship really had been. if it ever affected him the way it affected you.

and yet, at a small shitty parisian bar several thousand miles aways from home, you see rin itoshi again, and everything changes.

for you could recognize the shape and angles of his face from oceans away, and he knows the same. shocked recognition flares through rin’s eyes (still beautiful, still so intense).

the two of you are young again, and it used to be-

sneaking out of school early so he could practice drills while you did homework on the bleachers-

his hands interlaced with yours, form trembling as the both of you agreed that an era in the itoshi household had ended forever-

your hand on his wrist, his feet dragging in the wet sand while he half heartedly argued against entering the cold waters-

him opening your christmas gift, a luxury cologne that had taken you two months to save up for-

you and him in your living room, horror movie blaring on the screen while he pretended to be annoyed at your screaming-

him packing a duffel bag with his best worn football cleats and a mysterious invitation while you mulled over the best way to say a temporary goodbye-

you cheering his name in a stadium crowded with his brother’s legacy, unaware as something in his heart broke and was reforged anew-

the two of you were sixteen, and rin itoshi was telling you to not wait for him again.

with an ice cold voice, he had left the dregs of your relationship behind.

but six years is a long time to hold a grudge- so you don’t. you were both young, with nothing but the cruelty and arrogance that came with being young.

you aren't sixteen years old anymore.

so you don’t blame rin itoshi for breaking your heart. instead, you meet his eyes head-on and smile, hoping he can taste your forgiveness.

you think he might. for rin almost flinches away, his eyes still flashing over you like he can’t believe you’re really there.

“hey, rin.” and you let him back in.

“y/n,” he says slowly. “you’re here. in paris.”

the barkeeper slides you a drink wordlessly. you tilt your head. a small part of you marvels inwardly at how tall he is. “so are you. small world, isn't it?”

rin blinks, gaze flickering once to the small glass, and you’ve known the confusion in his voice since years ago. “i live here.”

you don’t know that one. “oh,” you manage, too awkwardly. the bass of the music almost drowns out your words. “paris? i wouldn't have taken you for the type.”

his confusion turns into straight disbelief, face furrowing. “what? no, not like-” he clears his throat. “for the football team. pxg? i’m the starting striker.”

“that does seem more fitting,” you pick up your glass. “so you did it? blue lock worked out?”

rin doesn’t respond immediately, searching your face carefully. in the tense pause, you throw back at least half of your cup. “you really don’t know?”

“well, it wasn't like i wanted to subscribe to that show,” his face stiffens at your words. “if im being honest, the only thing i even know about japanese football now is that we think isagi’s the great hope of us all.”

rin’s face shifts immediately to a display of impressive annoyance. “don't believe that crap.”

you bite down on your laughter. “i don't feel that strongly about it.”

your phone buzzes in your pocket. his eyes trace your movements as you pull it out, skimming the notification.

“i should go.”

“already?” he blurts out, grimacing immediately after.

you raise an eyebrow. “i've been here. you just haven't seen me.”

“shitty place to spend your time.”

your heart twangs with the familiarity of his casual brashness. “sure. i’m glad to know you’re doing well, rin. see you in another six years?”

he doesn't respond. with a sigh, you leave .

there’s no point in looking back. you push past sweaty bodies, an emotion you can't quite place roaring in your ears.

it was over. it had been over. you had already long accepted it to be over, so why did it still burn to turn away?

a hand wraps around your wrist, firm.

you whirl around-

rin’s eyes meet yours with a breath-stopping intensity, desperately searching for something. “i’m sorry.”

the music is too loud. you blink rapidly. “what?”

he leans in closer to you, and you realize he still wears the same cologne. “you were too good for me. and i’m sorry for what i did to you.”

you step backward, heart thudding with the rhythm of a song years paused. “i don't- rin?”

his hand is still on your wrist. “it’s always been you, y/n, and i don't know why it took so long to realize. but i was a fucking idiot.”

you swallow.

rin itoshi meets your gaze. “one more try.”

the lights flash a dozen different colors, and you hear yourself answer.

[rhiannonsknife]

hii!! i know you are busy with the but im a cheerleader nat fic, but do you think you might maybe write more for Lottie?

also thoughts on meangirl Lottie.. i feel like when she first meets someone she can be a little guarded, wanting to keep her image so when you call her out on her bs she feels attacked and then starts a rivalry between the two.. anyways to summarise meanlottie tension with the new girl on the team when Lottie takes it too far and says something really mean at a party and new girl storms off but Lottie finds her and shows her how much she DOESNT hate her because shes actually a softie but she kind of treats new girl as a punching bag bc shes new and called her out

Im genuinely so sorry if this doesnt make sense i am so bad at explaining but i have a vision i swear😔

🫎 anon :)

i love this idea so much 🫎 anon!! hopefully i got your vision here!!

lottie matthews, you should’ve realized sooner, is untouchable.

at least, that’s how she wants people to perceive her.

everyone on the team knows better than to test lottie; even jackie, the whs’ golden girl in her own right, lets her have her moments.

you, on the other hand? you’re new. maybe that’s why you didn’t seem to get the memo right from the beginning.

it starts small enough: a subtle jab at practice, a teasing remark about your form, the kind of thing that could be dismissed as playful banter if not for the smug tone in lottie’s voice. and then there are the looks: the way her dark eyes flick over you during drills, sizing you up for reasons you can’t seem to wrap your head around.

it doesn’t take long for you to call her out.

“got something to say, matthews?” you ask one day, sharp enough to draw a few surprised glances from your teammates.

for a second, lottie looks genuinely caught off guard. and then her mask slips back into place, her lips curving into that insufferably confident smile. “i’m just looking out for the team,” she says. “can’t have the new girl slowing us down.”

from that moment on, it’s war between you.

lottie calls you out for each fumbled pass in practice. in the locker room, she’s leaning against the row of lockers closest to yours, waiting for you to pass to call out a snarky comment. and even during team meetings, when you make a suggestion about changing up a play, lottie scoffs. “sure,” she says, leaning back in her chair. “let’s just toss out what’s been working because you think you know better!”

things only reach a breaking point weeks later, at one of the parties.

you don’t even remember what starts it: some offhand comment about your outfit, maybe, or the way you’ve been talking to nat a little too long for lottie’s liking. either way, her words hit harder this time, meaner than usual.

“god, you’re so desperate to fit in,” she says suddenly “it’s pathetic!”

the words land like a slap, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

for a second, all you can do is stare at her, your chest tight and your pulse pounding in your ears. lottie doesn’t look away. she stands her ground, her arms still crossed over her chest.

nat shifts beside you, clearly uncomfortable, but she doesn’t intervene. no one does.

you don’t trust yourself to speak, not when your voice feels like it might crack and give her the satisfaction she’s so clearly looking for. instead, you turn on your heel and push through the crowd, ignoring the whispers as you walk out.

lottie finds you a little while later, sitting on the back steps of the house with your head in your hands. you don’t hear her approach until she’s right beside you and says: “i shouldn’t have said that,”

you flinch, whipping around to face her. “what do you want, lottie?” you snap. “haven’t you done enough for one night?”

her usually upright posture falters as she stuffs her hands into the pockets of her jacket, her gaze flicking between you and the ground. “i didn’t mean it,” lottie says, quieter this time. “i just…i don’t know.” she sighs, running a hand through her hair. “you get under my skin!”

you let out a bitter laugh. “glad i could be of service then”

“that’s not-” lottie cuts herself off. “i’m not good at this, okay? you called me out, and i didn’t know how to deal with it, so i pushed back. too hard. i know that.”

when you look up, you’re surprised to see something raw in her expression. regret.

“i don’t hate you,” she says finally, her voice soft but insistent. “i don’t even think i dislike you, if i’m being honest. i just…i don’t know how to handle you!”

before you can respond, lottie crouches in front of you, close enough that you can see the faint flush on her cheeks. “you’re not pathetic,” she murmurs. “far from it. and i’m sorry if i made you feel like you were!”

you’re unsure how to process the vulnerability she’s laying bare. this isn’t the untouchable, put-together lottie you’ve come to know. this is someone softer, someone who’s trying, even if she doesn’t quite know how.

lottie seems to take your lack of an answer as a bad sign, her lips pressing into a thin line. “let me make it up to you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “please.”

[hanmaitani]

Alexithymia

PRONOUNCED - alex·​i·​thy·​mia | /əˌleksəˈTHīmēə/ DEFINITION - the inability to identify and express or describe one's feelings.

PAIRING - Tsukishima Kei x Reader WC - 7.5K (oops) GENRE - Smut, Angst, Fluff CW - oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, im insane?

PREV PART | MASTERLIST

The three days that you had to wait until the party felt like they took forever.

It was three days of avoiding telling Aiko and your other friends where the hickeys and the bruises came from. Three days of trying not to give a snarky reply whenever Tsukishima spoke - and missing the drop in his features whenever you neglected it.

Three days of leaving your shared classes just before the bell rang so that he didn't have the chance to catch you in the halls.

Now, however, you were both trapped in Aiko's house with the rest of the team and selected other close friends. You knew this house like the back of your hand and if you really tried, you could completely avoid him and every other person in this house all night.

But then, if you were going to do that, you might as well have not come. Aiko would have had your head for that. So instead, you chose to do something that you knew would piss Tsukishima off. You latched yourself onto someone that he hated.

Kageyama Tobio.

You had spent all night flirting with Tobio and it honestly, had you feeling mentally drained. He was cute, you wouldn't deny how absolutely adorable he was and how easily he flustered made you laugh. But he was also so so oblivious.

Oblivious to the batting of your eyelashes as you looked up at him. Oblivious to the soft touches on his arm while you over-exaggerated laughs.

You'd been at it for nearly an hour now, overdoing your flirting with Kageyama without so much as a glance towards Tsukishima. You really didn't have to look to know he was watching.

You could feel it. His eyes, drilling into your back, golden as the sun and burning just as hot. All it would take was a bump to send him over the edge you'd brought him to. You just couldn't seem to press the right button yet. A bump. A bump was all you needed.

A bump was what you got. Straight to the back from someone you didn't see as they passed behind you.

You lost your balance easily, the alcohol aiding in your unsteady legs as you felt yourself start to fall. Tobio was just as quick in catching you. His arm wrapped around your waist at lightning speed, pulling your body into his.

At that moment, you'd forgotten all about what you had been trying to do to Tsukishima. Your hand, the one not holding on to your drink, braced itself on Tobio's chest.

"Are you okay?" His voice came in a whisper, compared to the half-shouting you'd been communicating at to be heard over the music previously. It made you realize just how close you two were.

You swallowed hard as you felt his chest vibrate under your hand while he spoke, his defined muscles pressing into your skin. You looked up at him in awe, your cheeks heating up as you nodded lightly.

You froze for a second, he really was pretty and it was a shame that he was taken. That and that you weren't actually into him. It was a shame that even though your face heated up at the proximity, your usual snarky demeanor dropping, there were no feelings that flooded you except for the wish that you could swap him with Kei.

You shook the thought from your head as quickly as it entered and quickly detangled yourself from his hold. You glanced off to the side, willing your face to cool down. "Sorry, I'm so clumsy." You laughed lightly.

Just as Tobio's hold released you, a colder grip wrapped itself around your wrist harshly. "Excuse us." Tsukishima's voice came out clenched and before you could register his face or even turn back to catch Tobio's reaction, you were dragged away through the crowd.

"What the hell!" You tried to shout, to yank your arm back. You were only met with silence, his grip tightening as he continued to drag you along.

You caught a glimpse of his face as he expertly weaved through friends and strangers alike, no one paying either of you mind as you passed them. His eyes were fixed forward, eyes trained on something you couldn't quite see yet. His jaw was clenched so tight that you swore you could see every muscle of it outlined through his skin.

Your back met the door of a closet, only a split second after you'd seen it, as he shoved you inside. You watched him glance over his shoulder briefly, making sure no one noticed as he slipped in after you.

You waited for the door to close and the second it did, soft light from the bulb hanging above you filling the room, you shoved him as hard as you could. Pride filled you as he stumbled slightly from the force but you couldn't take the time to revel in it right now.

"What is your problem?" You hissed the words at him, shoving again. He had to take a step to steady himself. "Where the fuck do you get off dragging me around like that!?" You snarled at him, going to shove him again. He easily stopped you this time, prepared for it; he snatched your wrists out of the air and pulled your body flush to his.

You froze against him. Heat filled your face again, similar to how it just had with Tobio, the proximity getting to you. You hated that your fight faded from your body as his hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing along your lower lip.

You let him part your lips gently as you stared up at him, caught under his gaze and the soft touch of his rough fingers. His eyes softened as they trained on your lips, but only for a moment. They hardened again as he made eye contact, grip on your jaw tightening. You grimaced at the feeling, eyes beginning to water.

"Don't fucking look at him like that again." A possessive growl came from his chest, vibrating against your body. It took every ounce of your willpower to jerk your jaw from his grasp.

"What are you talking about?" You felt the fire flare up behind your temper. You matched his glare, stubbornly looking up at him in a challenge.

"Kageyama!" He nearly shouted the name and quickly lowered his volume as he realized it. "Kageyama and you giving him that fucking look."

The words fell out through clenched teeth as he pressed you into the wall. His hand wrapped around your throat, not roughly, just lightly to pin you in place. You swallowed down the fire of your temper, letting it leave your eyes and flow into your cheeks. You hated how easily he could reduce you to what you were now - staring up into his eyes, drinking in the golden sunlight of them and knowing that you would regret it the second you looked away.

"This look." Tsukishima's fingers tilted your head towards him more, tracing the column of your throat, his face came closer to yours, eyes soaking in every curve of your face. "The look you're only supposed to give me. The one you get when I hold you like this-"

The look you got when you were drinking in every feature you could and thinking how beautiful he was up close. Thinking about how much you were going to hate when he let go.

"The one that tells me you're mine." He growled in frustration again and the softness that had started to creep into his eyes left again. "Don't fucking look at him like that again." He pressed you harder against the wall, lips falling to your neck. "Promise me."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you held on to the last shreds of your resistance. "What am I supposed to promise?" You refused to let yourself fully give in to him yet.

"That you're only going to look at me like that." His words were as rough as his hands were as he grabbed at your clothes, attempting to push them off your body. "Only fucking me." You whimpered as his hands dragged you impossibly closer to him.

The sound of something crashing from the other side of the door made reality crash down on you with it. What were you doing?

Your hands found purchase on his chest again, and again you roughly shoved at him. "Don't tell me what I can and can't fucking do." You growled as he stumbled back, his touch leaving a searing pain in its absence. "I'm not fucking you in this closet at a party full of our friends."

He quickly moved in front of the door as you reached for it and you groaned in exasperation. "Fucking move, you stupid lamppost."

"Please." Your eyes snapped up to meet his as the word fell from his lips. Your anger seemed to falter as you took in the pleading look in his eyes. "Let's leave here then." You couldn't reply, your eyes only widened as his hands came up to cup your face, thumbs softly stroking across your cheeks as he kept your face tilted up at him. "Just come home with me."

His voice was soft and it seeped through every crack in your already feeble resistance, filling you up as your heart squeezed in your chest, willing you to walk away from this back and forth you had.

"Please, y/n, come home with me." The nail in the coffin of your heart. You nodded without thinking and then you were being pulled out of the closet and back through the crowd.

His grip on you was softer this time, an arm wrapped around your waist rather than fingers gripped around your wrist. Guiding instead of dragging. You couldn't take your eyes off him, everything else was merely a blur as you wove towards the front door and then to his car.

You finally came to as you stopped at a red light two streets away from Aiko's house. The leather of the seat stuck to your bare thighs as you stared out the window. Neither of you dared to speak, tension so thick in the air as you almost didn't even acknowledge each other's presence. Almost. His palm lay heavy on your thigh, fingers sprawled across it, burning through your skin.

You let him drag you out of his car when it was stopped and up the path to his dark house. Every step you took, you ignored the same part of your brain begging you to run from what was stirring inside of you. To leave before the last of your will to hate Tsukishima broke away.

The second that the door locked behind you both, his lips were on your again. It was bruising movements as he nipped at your lips, invaded your mouth with his tongue. He lifted you easily into his arms and carried you down the hall. Every one of your senses were flooded with him.

You inhaled his cologne with every breath you took, the scent dizzying to you as he swallowed the soft moans you let slip out. Your back hit the door of his room and he supported you with one arm under your ass as his other reached blindly for the handle.

He ground his hips desperately into yours as he opened the door, the heat in your core slowly flooding your whole body, craving more of his touch. Your doubts were suffocating you but all you could do was kiss him more as he slammed the door shut and pushed you back against it.

He dropped you back to the ground and pushed you to your knees without a word. Your legs didn't give much of a fight as you fell easily, his hand coming to cup your jaw roughly to keep your head against the wall and at eye-level with the bulge in his pants.

His thumb pressed between your lips, dragging and hooking onto your lower teeth to pull your mouth open. Your tongue brushed across the top of his nail and he groaned in response.

His eyes hungrily watched your lips as you ignored every protest your brain was making about letting him get away with this. His free hand gripped the neck of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in a fluid motion.

You trailed with the him of his shirt, your eyes traveling up his torso, drinking in every ripple in his muscles as they flexed under his movements. When he was free of his shirt, as much as you could stare at his body all day, you made sure to bring your eyes back to his face - where you truly couldn't help yourself from always looking.

Your fingers fumbled with the button on his pants, undoing them as quickly as you could without letting your eyes leave his face. You pushed them down with one hand as the other immediately wrapped around the length of him, easily pumping up and down. He stepped out of his pants as you did, kicking them to the side as his hips involuntarily bucked towards you.

You felt his thumb leave your mouth and you licked out, tongue wetting your lips along with his tip. He responded with a hiss at the sudden sensation and his hands quickly wound themselves into your hair.

Impatience flooded both of you and you quickly wrapped your lips around him, sucking him in the way that you'd grown accustomed to. Your tongue stroked along the familiar veins running down the bottom of his cock as he pressed further into your mouth. His head fell back as a soft moan left his lips, his fingers tightening their grip.

You whined around him as he pulled lightly on your hair and bucked into your mouth again. "Fu-fuck." He moaned, looking back down at you and hardening his gaze, any softness he wanted to treat you with leaving his features. "Do that again."

It was a command you followed, moaning around him again, sending vibrations up his length as he held your head against the wall, thrusting against your gag reflex. Tears sprung to your eyes as the entrance of your throat clenched around his tip. Tsukishima moaned again and pulled your hair.

"Come on, I know you can do better than that." A smirk pulled onto his lips as he ushered in the challenge, pulling back from your mouth a little bit, so his cock rested comfortably on your tongue. "Do better."

One of his hands left your hair and tapped on your cheek lightly as you hollowed it out, sucking gently on him. His eyes were locked onto your own watery ones, refusing to leave them.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this." You whimpered at the roughness of his voice compared to the words that it formed and your jaw went slack for him. Open for him to use.

He thrust back in quickly, reveling in the way some of the tears in your eyes started to fall as you hit the back of your throat again. Your chest heaved as you tried to relax your throat, to ease the ache, and he pushed further in.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your throat involuntarily tried to push him back out. Your head tried to jerk backwards but the wall behind you and his grip on your hair refused to let you move even an inch.

He thrust hard a few times, spit collecting around the corner of your lips, mixing with the tears the dripped down your cheeks as you gagged around him. "Yeah, fuck, like that." He groaned but pulled back lightly, leaving his tip in your mouth.

You coughed and sputtered, gasping in air from the small space he left you. But the panting coming from him above you sent heat pooling between your legs despite trying to catch your breath. You willed yourself to look back up at him.

His face was flushed a pretty pink as his eyes watched the drool fall from your lips, down the length of his cock, and onto your chest. The look of him there, so enraptured by you, made you stick your tongue out more, trying to open wider for him.

He thrust in again, picking up a fast pace. Gags and obscene noises were pulled from your throat. Your tears ran hot down your cheeks, your body contracting as you gagged, more of your saliva soaking his cock.

His tongue poked out of his mouth as he held onto your hair tighter with one hand, the other running through his own hair, mussing it while he moaned loudly. His head was dropped forward, eyes locked onto your face as he fucked your mouth.

"Look so fucking hot on your knees for me." You let out a strangled whimper and he growled out as he felt the sound travel up his length. "Fuck, only ever look at me like this." You made a pathetic attempt at nodding up at him and he breathed out a laugh, picking up his pace. Your lungs burned as he narrowed his eyes and got rougher with his thrusts, like he remembered why he was mad in the first place. "Never going to fucking look at him like this."

He let out another loud moan while he abused your throat, losing a bit of control to his thrusts. You lifted your hand, prepared to tap out of the assault. He stopped on his own accord before you got the chance.

He pulled away from you quickly and you realized how much his grip had held you in your place. Your hands braced on your knees as your body fell forward. You gasped around the saliva falling out of your mouth and down your chin, mixing with your tears.

His hand wrapped around your elbow and hauled you to your feet before you could clear your head. The ache in your knees caused them to buckle when your weight was set on them and you knew that you would fall if he wasn't supporting you. You only had to deal with being on your feet for a few seconds before they left the ground again as he tossed you onto the bed.

His hands were back on you before your body could stop bouncing onto the mattress from the force. Roughly gripping your hips and easily tearing your clothing from your body.

"So fucking gorgeous like this." He praised softly as his hands trailed from your hips to your thighs. His hands changed again, from their soft grazes to a rough grip on the backs of your thighs as he spread them, hooking your knees over his elbows.

You squealed in surprise, head feeling dizzy from his treatment as he yanked you towards him with hands on your waist. Your eyes fluttered, moaning as you heard him spit onto your exposed cunt.

You had barely registered the feeling before you felt him slam his entire length into you with a single thrust. Your eyes flew back open and a loud, squealing gasp left your lips, your nails finding home digging into his forearms.

"Fu-fuck. K-Kei." You stuttered as his head fell forward with an elongated curse of his own.

"Feel so fucking good around me." He didn't even give you a second to catch your breath before he was pulling out and slamming his hips back into yours again. The angle was just right and your vision got blurry as you immediately started to feel your orgasm building.

He offered you no mercy as he battered against your g-spot, his pace fast and rough, unforgiving as unfiltered moans fell from your lips.

"Kei!" You cried out, your grip tightening as you felt your back arch, pressing your chest closer to him. "Kei fuck- I'm gon-" You were cut off by the form of your own half moan, half scream that tore from your throat as he fucked into you even harder at your declaration.

"Fucking already?" Condescending as he let out a scoff, the bit of it was taken away by the moan that left his lips immediately after it. "Fucking cum on my cock then baby," he permitted, "cum the way that only I can make you."

His grip on your waist dragged you down, across the bedsheets to meet every thrust he gave and you whined at the possession he had over you.

A slew of curses rolled off your lips, slurred by your own saliva and your tongue that couldn't quite cooperate with you, as you felt your entire body tense up. You clamped down around him and his eyes squeezed shut, determined to keep his pace and angle.

You could barely feel it as your back arched off the bed, your head falling backwards as your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. One of his arms moved to keep your back arched like that, giving him a deeper angle as his pace, his roughness refused to let up, fucking you through your orgasm.

The sound in your ears felt muffled, but you could still hear the wet slap every time his hips met yours again. The sounds got progressively louder, sloppier as you gushed around him. Your orgasm didn't even make him pause. The tip of his dick brushed against your g-spot with every thrust into you.

It felt like he was trying to get even deeper inside of you as you clawed at his arms and choked on moans and cries of pleasure. You weren't sure if that goal was possible, but damn did he try.

"You take me so fucking well." Your body clenched up again at the praise he pushed out through his teeth. "Yeah," he responded to your body, "you like being told that?"

His eyes held yours and you could almost pinpoint an emotion behind them that you couldn't read. Almost but not quite, not having the time to focus on it as he gave you another particularly hard thrust. Your head fell to the side again and you waited for his next comment. Waited for the degradation that came from him every time you fucked.

"Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen." He growled out and a gasp ripped from your lips. You swore you must have misheard him.

As if he could read your mind, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours. One of his hands came up to grip your jaw, bringing your face back to his, forcing you to hold his eye contact.

"Cum again pretty girl, give me another one." And with the way he was looking at you, the words falling from his lips against yours as he continued his rough pace... your body had no choice but to comply.

You tumbled over another edge that you hadn't even registered being close to. Your vision of him blurred out around the edges, white spots decorating the image. He swallowed every moan you gave with breathtaking kisses and reciprocated with moaned praises into your mouth.

"Just like that baby." He cursed as he fucked you through your orgasm, trying to draw it out. "So fucking beautiful for me." He let out a broken moan and his thrusts started to get sloppy. "All mine." He possessively gripped onto you, his voice begging for you to comply, to corroborate.

"All yours." You whimpered back through a moan.

You kissed him again as you registered his own muscles tightening up, his length twitching inside of you. The moan that he let flow into your mouth was high-pitched and broken. Pulling your body impossibly tighter to his, you felt him paint your insides with his own orgasm.

He collapsed onto you for a second before rolling off, disconnecting your bodies as he did so. You both laid there in almost silence, your legs dangling off the bed and chests heaving as you were surrounded by the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.

As your vision cleared up, the tingly feeling in your body had begun to be replaced with something else. The tightening in your chest as you thought about the words that had fallen rom your lips. Words you desperately wanted to be said with love. But you knew better.

You knew that tomorrow you would see your friends and he would pretend that he didn't know where the bruises that littered your skin were from. You would lie for him. Tomorrow, he wouldn't even look your way as you watched his every movement and hung onto every sarcastic comment that left his tongue.

You couldn't do this anymore. Let yourself be confused by this. By him. You needed to stop thi-

"I don't need anyone else seeing you like this."

Your eyes snapped open and your head turned to look at him, so quickly that you were sure you heard it crack. That was the least of your concerns. You didn't even remember your eyes having fallen closed or hearing his body shift so that he was looking at you.

9 simple words.

That was all it took to reignite the hate in your veins for the man next to you. You pushed yourself up, ignoring the scream from every fiber in your body at the movements.

"Yeah, I get it Tsukki." You whispered it, shaking your head as you searched for your underwear first. You spotted the fabric and made for it. "Don't want anyone else to see me under them and looking like at them like that and-"

You cut yourself off as you slipped back on your underwear, furrowing your eyebrows at why your vision was blurry again. You could hear him shift behind you but your focus was on your hand as it came away from your cheeks, wet. Tears. Great. You clenched your teeth and brushed away all the wetness you could and worked on finding your bra next.

"That's not-" Tsukishima groaned and you heard his feet hit the floor as he got off the bed, "y/n would you wait a second." He voice was softer than usual but you refused to look up at him, spotting your bra by the door.

"Listen, Tsukishima." You clipped your bra into place and grabbed the shirt laying only a few feet away. "This has been fun, really." You sniffled and quickly his it with a clearing of your throat. "Great stress relief and you're a great fuck."

You forced the words out, letting the words freeze over as you pulled the shirt down over your torso and turned to find your shorts. Tsukishima stepped into your path. He'd pulled his boxers back on but you were too busy to care.

Busy with holding back all your emotions. You chose one to zero in on and you let it out. "Get out of my fucking way." You growled out, fixing your eyes onto his chest with a glare, refusing to look up at his face, knowing that you would break if you did.

"Stop fucking walking around." He grabbed your upper arms to hold you in place as you tried to push past him again. "Just, would you listen to me!"

"I don't know where you get off!" You shouted then, trying to rid yourself of his grasp, struggling unsuccessfully. "We're not together." You seethed and his grip loosened. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend." The words burned as you spit them out and you barely registered his arms dropping away from you.

"What makes you think that you can tell me what to do!?" You shoved at his chest and he took a step back. You spun on your heel and tried to locate the shorts you'd been wearing. "You can't fucking play with me like this." It was quieter than your shouts, but you knew he heard.

He was in front of you again in a second. This time, his hands cupped your face and forced you to look up at him. "Just give me five minutes. The quietness of his voice made you freeze, your eyes locking with his.

Worry was written all over his face, pouring from his furrowed eyebrows to his glazed over eyes. It drifted past his lightly parted lips, to the tensed up muscles of his body as he stood rigidly in front of you. It seeped from his hands holding your face softly and contaminated you too.

His worry kept your eyes locked on his and your body frozen in place. Stopped the words in your throat and the breath in your lungs. A sudden heaviness that neither of you were used to.

"Please, don't go." He whispered, begging you. "Please just stay. For one more night."

You can't help but think your ears were faulty because you could have sworn his voice cracked the slightest before he continued.

"I know you hate me. God you have every right to. But just let me have you for one more night. I need you for one more night." Your chest tightened as you looked up at him, a rush of emotions overloading you and you couldn't figure out which one to feel most. "I don't want anyone else to have you this way. To see you this way."

You chose to feel the hurt the most and opened your mouth to yell at him. He only cut you off again.

"Just shut up for a second!" He clenched his eyes shut as he raised his voice. You stopped and he sighed, opening his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he swallowed and slowly re-established the eye contact he'd broken.

"I'm trying to tell you, but I don't know how." He let out a frustrated huff of air and you could swear that there were tears starting to form in his golden eyes. "You have to understand," he begged, and this time you knew his voice definitely cracked, "I've never done this before." He looked down at you with such a softness that you could feel every ounce of hatred starting to leave.

"Stop looking at me like that." You whispered, pleading with him as you tried to grasp onto the feeling of hating Tsukishima Kei. The feeling that was slipping through your fingers. The one feeling that had been protecting you from him.

"I can't." He sighed and started again.

"Y/n, I don't want anyone else to see you the way that I see you. to see how you nibble on your bottom lip when you're trying to keep up with taking notes in class. To see how you look when your fingers subconsciously change your hairstyle at least three times a day. And every time I look back at you it's like something about you has changed because of it.

"I don't want anyone else to look at you the way that I do, to see you in every state and still be filled with the same feelings. To live off of your need to reply to every sarcastic word I give you with one of your own. I don't want anyone to struggle to gather their thoughts around you the way that I do. I don't want anyone to steal glances at you when you're not paying attention."

He groaned in frustration as you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he was saying to you. "Dammit!" He shouted and turned his head to break the eye contact again. But his hands never left your face. "It pisses me the hell off that I can't stop fucking looking at you." He turned his head back to look at you again.

"Please don't leave yet." He whispered the plea, leaning down to bring his forehead to yours. "I don't fucking hate you." His eyes searched yours for confirmation, for resistance as he went to close the gap between your lips. You didn't offer any. You let your eyes fall shut as his lips brushed against yours softly. "I fucking wish I did."

You gasped into his kiss as his hands cupped your face softly. He didn't make you lean up far to kiss him like he usually did, instead bending to your height, meeting you where you were, molding his body to yours instead of the other way around. His body trying to beg you to stay. He didn't have to. You weren't leaving.

The warmth that was filling your body was different than the usual heat that came when he touched you. His hands that usually seared their brands into your skin now smoothed over your body and left a softer warmth in their wake. A feeling that spread across your skin like wildfire without any pain, consuming you from the outside before filling up your insides.

His hands fell from your face and traced softly down your sides until they rested on your hips, drawing you closer. "Please." He mumbled against your lips as his fingers found the hem of your shirt. You stepped back and pulled the shirt from your body before finding your way to his lips again.

"Wanna show you." He whispered the words into your lips before moving to your neck, kissing the skin softly. The feelings that were gracing your skin left you gasping for air, completely foreign coming from him. Foreign but completely welcome.

His fingers unclipped your bra clumsily, none of his usual smoothness present as his fingers trembled against your bare skin. Like it was the first time he was touching you. His grip came to your ribs, his fingers splaying out, covering as much space as they could as if trying to touch every inch of your skin.

"Kei." You moaned his name softly as he kissed across your collarbone. He brought his face back to meet your eyes and you could see his adam's apple bob as he gulped nervously. "Please." You whispered. It was the permission he needed. He connected your lips again, desperately parting yours with his tongue as he deepened your kiss.

He guided you easily back to his bed with a tenderness he'd never shown you before, easing you onto the mattress before climbing over you.

He hovered for a moment, eyes following as his fingers traced down your side to your hips to hook around your panties. His eyes burned into your skin as he looked at you silently, and you had to force yourself to stay put, to ignore the need to curl away from the intensity of it.

"You're so beautiful." Your eyes glassed over again and you were glad he didn't see it as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. His fingers passed over your skin lightly, his lips following, pressing soft wet kisses to your torso that had you letting out quiet breathy moans.

"I swear I was made just for you." He whispered as he pressed a final kiss into the divot of your hip. Your hips bucked lightly towards him, a gasp leaving your lips at the mix of his words and the attention to the sensitive spot. He pulled down your panties and his boxers quickly, moving to hover over you again.

His lips connected to yours again and you wound your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you as he lined himself up with your entrance. "I love you, y/n." He whispered the confession against your lips, letting you breath it in as he pushed into you slowly.

The feeling of him filling you up again left both of you moaning into each other's mouths, unable to tell which sound was elicited from you. It had only been minutes since he was last inside of you, but this time, it felt so much different.

You let the last sliver of hatred for Tsukishima Kei slip out of your system as he moved slowly against you. Drawing out as he pushed his tongue inside of your mouth and drinking in your moans as he pushed back in, slowly.

"Could never feel as good as I do with you." He whispered, one of his hands lifting your hips slightly, changing the angle he pushed into you at.

"Fuck Kei." You gasped out at the sensation, head falling back against the pillows as he head of his cock brushed against your g-spot.

"Nothing sounds as sweet as when you say my name." He whispered into your neck as he repeated his motion, pulling another soft moan of his name from your lips.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He groaned, head falling into the crook of your neck as he panted against your skin. You could feel his weight shift, he tried to keep it mostly off of you while trying to ensure as much of your skin touched as possible. "You're an angel sent to me." You felt yourself tighten around him as you gasped and he let out a soft moan.

"Kei." You whined as you felt his fingers find their way to your clit, dipping to collect some of your combined arousal before rubbing tight circles around it. "Please."

You whimpered as you felt your orgasm start to build from the way his cock brushed perfectly against your insides in a steady rhythm. Soft curses and moans fell from your lips as he continued the languid pace, no rush between you this time, just letting your bodies fit together on their own terms.

"I'm all yours." He mumbled into your ear. You turned your head and caught his lips with yours again, open-mouthed kisses mixing the sounds of your moans. "Please, let me be all yours." He begged into your mouth and you nodded mindlessly. He pulled away a fraction, "just say the words," his voice cracked as you felt his thrusts stutter.

"Mine." You whispered back, kissing him again. You gasped as you tightened your arms around him. "You're mine." You whimpered and his fingers picked up their pace between your bodies. Your back arched up into him and you whined into the kiss, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge.

"Cum with me, please." He begged, voice whining into your mouth as he sent you both tumbling over. Your body tensed up, tightening around him as his hips lost their rhythm and he spilled into you.

He held himself inside of you with a grip on your hips as he continued to kiss you. He kissed you as you settled from your dizzying release, all of your emotions crashing over you both.

When he finally pulled out and rolled off of you, you were still panting for air. Trying, still, to get a grasp on what had just happened as emotion after emotion tidal waved over you.

"Please," he whispered, and looked over at him - really looked at him.

His blond hair was damp and messy, sticking up in a way that you were sure only you were allowed to see. His golden eyes were watching you carefully through the frames of his glasses, slightly glazed over but analyzing your movements like they always did.

His face was softer than it usually was, like it was when he was listening to music and thought no one else was around. There was no glare that furrowed his eyebrows together, not even the smirk that you loved so much was painted on his lips. The lips that were panting just like yours.

The ones that had spilled the words 'I love you' just minutes ago.

His fingers finding yours brought you back to reality again. "Please stay with me." He begged, you realized that he still thought you were going to leave as his fingers wove into yours, gently squeezing.

"I know that I'm hard to love," he whispered, water gathering in the corners of his eyes, "but please, please stick it out." He refused to break eye contact as you let him pull your body closer gently. "I swear that I'll be better."

You sighed and moved closer to him, settling your head under his chin. You could feel his body tense for a second before his arms wrapped around your frame.

"For someone so intelligent," you whispered, letting your fingers trace along his collarbone, watching the goosebumps that appeared under them, "you really can be such a dummy." You sighed and kissed his skin softly, pressing one to every small freckle on his skin that you could see.

"I never hated you." You mumbled out and lifted your head to look him in the eyes again, so he could see the sincerity in them as you said your next words.

"I've always loved you Tsukishima Kei." You pressed your lips to his and you both let out the breaths that you'd been holding, your emotions flooding into the kiss. "Only you."

Bonus: 

You sat on the bench in the mall quietly, your knees pulled up to your chest and your face resting in your hands as you watched an excited Shoyo pull his girlfriend up to an ice cream cart as she wore a faux-annoyed look on her face, only smiling at him when she thought no one except he was looking. You smiled and tugged on the sleeves of the oversized jacket you were currently sporting, the one that was sizes too big for you and smelled of your favorite scent.

You sighed and stood up slowly, letting your limbs untangle themselves and your jacket fall down over your leggings. You'd gotten here earlier than you'd meant to which meant that you were stuck third-wheeling with Shoyo and Amaya while you waited for the rest of your ragtag group to appear.

You didn't have to wait long before Aiko was slinging an arm around your shoulder and pinching at the loose fabric of the jacket with two fingers.

"Whose is this?" She questioned, tilting her head as she inspected it. "It looks really familiar." You laughed a little and went to answer, only to be cut off by another voice.

"Yeah, I feel like I've seen it before." Tobio was now standing on the other side of you with a thoughtful look on his face as he joined Aiko in the inspection of the item of clothing.

"It's mine." Kei's emotionless statement send all four of your present friends into what you're sure was a short circuit. It only heightened the effect when he pulled you back from the two by your sides and wrapped his arm around your waist, lightly pinning you against him.

"Why are you touching her?" He glared at Tobio from over your head but you laughed and lightly hit Kei's chest, calming him down as you made contact with him.

He looked down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips before he cleared his throat and his lips turned back into a straight line. The only thing still giving him away was the slightly pink tips of his ears as he pulled you further from Tobio and closer to where Tadashi was now standing with Aiko.

"When did this happen!" Aiko shrieked and you were suddenly aware that all of your friends were finally appearing just in time to gawk at Kei's arm wrapped around your waist.

You opened your mouth to try and explain but were cut off by Amaya's voice this time. "Yeah, well, we knew you were fucking, but no one thought you'd actually go public with it." Your jaw dropped and Kei awkwardly cleared his throat.

You felt your face heat up as your grip on Kei tightened. "I think I kinda want some food now." You awkwardly tried to change the subject and create a getaway from the impending questions.

"I could grab some if you'd like." Tobio offered and you quickly shut it down as Kei turned to him with a glare.

"No," you laughed as you began pushing Kei lightly towards the food court, "no it's okay. We'll be back." You walked quickly away from the protesting of Tadashi and Aiko who were demanding explanations of you and let out a loud sigh as you got out of earshot. "I don't want to go back."

You looked up at Kei who was glaring over you towards Tobio still.

"Do you forget he had a girlfriend and is just being nice to me?" He froze and his glare slowly softened as his eyes trailed back to yours. You smiled as his cheeks flushed a little and he grumbled under his breath. "Still just a dumb lamppost," you teased with a smile.

He rolled his eyes as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in easily. The smirk that you loved so much making its way onto his lips as he towered over you. "Keep talking, you little shrimp."

TAGLIST - CLOSED

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[bloos-bloo]

Welcome to the circus..

….part 2-

THE CIRCUS CREW HAVE BEEN REDESIGNED CHAT. HOW ARE WE FEELING??

Personally- I feel like these designs live up to the expectations I have for myself when it comes to a circus.. with darker intentions. Instead of bright colors everything is a bit muted- (besides Leshy, he’s a baby)

OH! An important detail I forgot- Notice the bells! :D who has them and who doesn’t.. <3 the bells are veerryyy important!

WHAT IS TOYBOX?? OHHH IM GLAD YOU ASSKKEDDD-

ToyBox is a Cult of the Lamb Circus AU where the lamb (Emery) trapped the Bishops and clears their memory of their previous lives! It’s mainly a Narilamb centric story- but there’s a bit of everyone for everybody to enjoy <3

We got some individual ref sheets too! Don’t mind me yapping about each one.

THIS IS YOUR WARNING NOW-

ToyBox does deal with dark themes like sexual harassment, abuse, trauma, and kidnapping. So if that is something you would rather avoid, I suggest turning away now.

For the individuals- I will be adding a bit of info on their stories so far, their stage names, and just- inspo behind the characters \o/

Going from youngest to oldest here-

Leshy literally has the mentality of a child. He’s the young one out of all of the circus performers. He yearns to be in the spotlight just like the rest of his family, but he’s always pushed aside.

Emery gave him the name “Pipsqueak” because of his size.. He doesn’t know that she caused that. Out of everyone- he’s the only performer to wear bright colors. (Mainly to show off his childish personality-)

When it came to writing Leshy- I wanted to focus on the result of childhood trauma, and Leshy is an embodiment of that. His behavior is to make up of the fact that there’s something clearly wrong- but in order to protect himself, he hides it away and thinks of everything else.

Heket has it rough- her mouth is stapled shut and she’s a greeter?? Girl- pick a struggle. She tries to be open to everyone, but she often has a hard time with it. Her relationship with her family is strong- and that’s all that matters, she just needs to know that they’re safe.

“Nobody.” listened to Heket when she had suspicions. “Nobody” listened to Heket when she raged about Shamura’s injury. “Nobody” listened to Heket when she called out Emery for mistreating her family. “Nobody” listened to her. And that’s why she’s nobody. Because nobody will ever listen. Emery made sure of it.

It’s obvious what I based Heket off of- when it comes to abuse, there’s the ones who take it silently or are forced to be silent. Which was what happened to Heket, she knows what’s going on, but she cannot say it- and even if she did.. will anyone listen to her? Probably not.

Narinder does a little bit of everything- he has no solid role in the circus since Emery makes sure he is near at all times. Sometimes it’s annoying.. oh- it’s so annoying.

Figment- It’s allll a figment of his imagination. There’s nothing wrong in the circus. Nothing at all! And if there was.. it isn’t real, it’s in his head.. Emery always drills that into him.. it’s not real.. these ideas of having another life- it’s fake.

Narinder is very easy to figure out- he’s based on victims in general. How easy it is to fall for manipulation- and easy it is to try and stick around instead of causing anything else.. a sad reality.

Kallamar has a body and they know it. They use it sometimes- though is it desirable? Nope- She often changes her form since she can freely stuff or take out. It helps whenever the gazes get too much.

Minx. A sexually playful woman who often causes trouble. The complete opposite of Kallamar. In fact- she hates the stares, she yearns to have it be drawn away- and it’s not like she tries to bring in the eyes of men. She’s just given outfits to match his routines..

Reason why I associate Kallamar with “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.” They are. Kallamar is not a hoe unlike my other AU- The idea of her is the way women are treated in modern society. Male gaze is horrible- and subjecting a body to such light is just- eugh.

Shamura- the sweet little storyteller who can barely remember their name. They just want to tell their stories and not have to worry about freaking out.

Seeker. They kept seeking for information. They kept digging and digging until it landed them somewhere they shouldn’t have been. Emery made sure they would forget, made sure that they would power off a lot more..

Now, Shamura is very special to me for this AU. A good majority of this AU being surrounded by abuse from aspects I have experienced in life. Shamura represents abuse in general. Just the fear of speaking out because of the backlash from the other, something I know of very well. They dissociate to draw away from the pain- from everything. Forgetting to protect themself.

Emery is the host, the leader of it all. She needs energy to survive- devotion. which- here devotion is given to her through cheers from the crowd. And without performers- she wouldn’t have a crowd.

Ringmaster.. it’s very self explanatory- Emery is in control of it all. Of the entire business and of what happens. Her role doesn’t stop off stage… it never does.

Emery is a character that can’t be forgiven, her actions weigh the amount of positives she could have and it sucks. Cause it’s easy to want to love her- but you can’t because of her history. Doesn’t that sound familiar? She’s basically based off people who know they’re toxic, yet never change.

[adorerio]

Oh To Be Yours

Suna x reader

older brothers best friends plot! Miya reader! Ending opening for a part 2! Background info for the next part!

word count: 975

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Growing up having Atsumu and Osamu as your older brothers was definitely interesting. They always kept you on your toes and was funny being around. The bad part? They never let you talk to boys they didnt aprove of. It started in junior high when a guy your age asked to walk you home. Safe to say your brothers scared him off because "he looked to funky"

Things didn't change when you came to Inarizaki High. Your brothers wanted to protect you so they insisted you join the vollyball team so they could keep an eye on you at first you said no wanting to join another club after school. But, after Atsumu gave your parents a multitude of reasons they started pushing you to join and reluctantly you said yes.

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After school you walked over to the gym it would be your first day as the manager and the coach had suggested your first few days would be observing and getting used to the team. He said they were a well behaved group of kids - minus your brothers and the person who instigated most small arguments Suna Rintaro.

When he told you that the name sounded familair but you just couldn't grasp who the name belonged to. Maybe someone from your junior high? You kept wracking your brain to find an answer while you were so distracted you walked into the door to the gym and landed on your butt due to the impact

great I hope nobody saw tha-

*click*

did someone actually just take a picture??

Turning your head to see whoever the person was you recognized him-

"Hey your the guy that my brothers always bring home right?"

Offering his hand to help get you back on your feet he answered "yeah that's me your y/n Miya. Your brothers talk about you a lot its kinda annoying y'know."

"Im sorry what's your name again?"

"Suna Rintaro"

oh

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"Ah y/n I see you met Suna"

The coach saw you two walk in toghether in fact- the whole team did talk about awkward. You noticed Atsumu staring daggers into Suna. Who you would assume was a close friend to him. At this rate he's going to tell Suna to never talk to you and your life would be practically over-

"Everyone huddle up! I would like our new manager to introduce herself. Then you guys can as well and we can start the drills."

god damn it

Having all types of eyes on you made you feel nervouse you actually forgot your own name for a second. You tried looking at your brothers but that just made it worse. Until you met eyes with suna again. It felt different. It felt safe. While locking eyes with him you decided to introduce yourself to him. Everyone else was just there.

"Hello everyone my name is Miya Y/N and I'm a first year here. If you cant already tell my brothers are Atsumu and Osamu but believe me I'm the better sibling. My hobbies are *your hobbies* and I love listing to *your favorite musician*.

The rest of the team introduced themselves to you and they included the position they played. Some people stood out more than others. Like Kita who said he was the captain and he even asked if it was okay to call you by your first name since there was now three Miya siblings instead of two. You were fine with it of course.

The last person to introduce himself was Suna. He kept it short really and avoided eye contact during it. It was weird because when you introduced yourself he locked eyes but now that it was his turn he avoided it. Maybe your brothers had already told him off. And if they did you would find out and probably yell at them for scaring away another guy.

After Suna walked away you decided it would be best to forget what happened outside the gym and focus on the team. Of course you studied them but you would help coach with tasks as well. Like filling up the water bottles, getting vollyballs and the coach would ask for your own input like what could have been done better.

Safe to say for your first day it wasn't that bad.

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Once you got home you grabbed a snack and locked yourself in your room wanting to avoid any questions your brothers wanted to ask. As you approached your desk you reached for one thing in particular your diary. Your parents had bought it for you for your 13th birthday and you still kept it.

Sure your family was very open with each other and you trusted them fully but it was hard to talk to them for certain things and your parents knew that. That's what your diary was for.

"Dear Diary,

today is -------- and was my first day as the manager of the volleyball team. It was a smooth first day with not to much trouble so probably the best part. But, I also met a guy. I mean does it really count as met he's been to the house before but we never talked. If anything all I got was a nod from him. I always thought he was attractive I mean his eyes its like there's something he's always thinking about. There is never a moment he's just blankly staring.

But of course I never thought of the possibility of dating that's not how it goes with two overprotective brothers. I got to talk to him today tho outside with nobody watching. It was embarassing because of that stupid picture he took.

It might be crazy that over this one interaction I'm hoping for something to happen between us. And I'm hoping he's wishing for the same thing

Oh to be yours"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

AN: well that's a wrap for the first part. Originally it wasn't meant to be a two-parter but I didnt want to rush the ending or make this super long either. The second part will be out once I finish my other wips. Criticism and reqs are always welcome!!

[llavender-honeyy]

༶ ♱ ┈┈ adding sam to the bedroom…

༶ ♱ ┈┈ genre: pure smut [legit no plot]

༶ ♱ ┈┈ pairing: est. relationship seb x afab!reader ft. sam [MMF]

༶ ♱ ┈┈ wc: 1.9k

༶ ♱ ┈┈ summary: you and sebastian find out what its like to bring sam into the picture

༶ ♱ ┈┈ warnings: written in 2nd person; they/them pronouns for reader; explicit smut [piv & anal]; bottom reader; cucking; threesome; masturbation; a bit of dumbification; mentions of oral [m&f receiving], public sex, [noncon] voyeurism, & fingering [m receiving]

༶ ♱ ┈┈ a/n: theres a billion sambastian cucking/threesome fics and all im doing is adding to the pileeee <3 also im reposting bc of some... difficulties..... >_<

byf & dni | navi

starts under the cut !

you weren't sure whether you should focus on the panted whimpers and moans huffing down your neck or the resounding wet slaps that accompany the hips fucking quick humps up into your weepy hole.

both turned your mind to mush–dizzying and altogether overwhelming despite the night only having just started. your hand digs into the blonde mop of hair next to your head and grips hard as you drag his mouth closer to your skin, your legs clamping around his waist and digging sharply with your heels into his lower back. and for a moment sam’s hips stutter and his breath gets caught in a hiccup–

“shit…” sebastian’s low swear catches your attention and you roll your head to the left, meeting his eyes first then flicking down to see his cock in hand, swollen and tip red already,  “startin’ off fast, sam–fuck,” he sucks in a breath through his teeth and you realize then that his hand is matching the pace of the blonde’s eager thrusts. fast and desperate as they are, his hand is a blur squeezing the entire thick of it, up and down, up and down.

the burning in your core burns brighter at the sight–looking fondly over your boyfriend’s dick and just wishing he was close enough so that you could feel him down your throat, let him use you to get off like he usually would.

“god–don’t do th-that–” sam’s breathless, desperate and his words pour directly into your ear, “they get so tight,” you think he was saying that to seb, but you’re not even sure if he heard from how muffled his voice is against your neck. sebastian hums in his throat and for a moment you don’t hear much else from him other than the slick pumps of his hand.

“y’know that means they like it,” he says in a strained tone like he really should have known. he curses again under his breath before continuing, “they’ve been dreaming of this day for– fuck– forever,” a hot flush washes over your body and your cheeks singe with a similar embarrassed flush. he’d admitted it so easily, one of your closest kept secrets, and you were able to feel sam’s reaction more than hear one as he fucks into you harder and grips hard enough to leave bruises on your hips like he had to prove he deserved to be there drilling into your pussy on his best friend’s bed.

“seb– sam, sammy–!” your head falls back against the pillow just as you go to tell off your boyfriend, getting easily cut off by your own moan when sam’s calloused guitar hands angle your hips juuust right, “d-don’t, mmh n-no,” that train of thought flies past just as quickly as you went to speak–but they both find it so cute how you stutter and sputter over words. as cute as getting your mind turned to mush by someone you both call a friend can be; cute in a way that almost turns them dizzy and makes them both impossibly harder.

as he chuckles in disbelief sam manages to fish his face from its place against your neck, “wha.. really?” and once he sees the faraway look in your eyes he needs to tear his own away, favoring instead to watch where he disappears between your legs.

“yeah… mmf– not just them though,” if sebastian wasn’t careful he was sure he could cum already. he was usually one to hold out for long, but fuck, watching how someone else humps your mind into emptiness practically gave him whiplash from how turned on it’s made him.

“you wouldn’t be here if i didn’t also want you here,” his voice cracks with a rumbling groan before he uses the tight ring he’s created with his fist to hold firm on the base of his cock, “but i also know that– that you aren’t far behind whenever we mess around,” and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head when he spots that familiar raging pink blush on sam’s ears.

“isn’t that right?”

but sam doesn’t respond at first. he drops his chin to his chest and avoids all eye contact–but his eyes are wide open and he doesn’t know whether to rejoice or coil into a flustered ball because he’s right.

because he isn’t far behind when you two excuse yourselves from the saloon early just to spot you through the glass of the storage room doors with cock down your throat. or when he couldn’t find you two anywhere during the luau just to hear the rustling of grass and brush and spotting you getting fucked up the trunk of a tree in the thicket separating the beach and town. even when sam had swung by your farmhouse early one day to let you know about the band’s first show later that day and decided to peek through your window first to make sure you were in, only to peer through the open curtains and meet eyes with sebastian whose tongue was flicking diligently at your clit–but that’s not all. when it happened, he only doubled down, pressing at the backs of your thighs to push your knees to your chest and kept that same unwavering eye contact with sam as he licked a fat stripe from your weepy hole back up to your budding clit.

and shit–he’d have been crazy not to get off on it. every single time.

he’d have been crazy not to pet at the tent in his suddenly tight jeans, or imagine what you would taste like on his own tongue, or feel like wrapped around him, or the sounds you’d make for him. even going as far as to picture himself in your place; with his friend’s cock lodged down his throat or his tongue licking at his hole– just how deep would sebastian sink into his prepped ass? if he gets out of his fantasies and lets the night continue, he’ll get his answer.

“fuck… yeah,” sam whines from high in his throat and the sound would’ve caught you off guard if you didn’t see his brows knit together and mouth fall open just a second before. in the space between sebastian’s words and sam’s… response? seb had gotten up on the bed just behind sam, but not before grabbing a few choice items.

“‘yeah’?” the lighthearted mock huffs down sam’s neck as he leans up behind him–practically on his back and peering over his shoulder and his hips stutter again as a result, eventually slowing to a barely-there grind, “don’t need to be so shy, sammy.. why don’t you slow down for me a sec.”

as of late, people have had a habit of underestimating sebastian. low-balling their idea of his future plans and goals, guessing he’d never find a partner if he kept staying in his mom’s basement, betting he’ll never even move out of said basement; you were no exception, having fallen prey to that same mistake yourself.

you had the fortune of being the first person to bed sebastian. and you imagined over and over what was possibly hiding in his pants, it probably had to be just average, right? hell, he hadn’t even known what was average, or big, or small, and certainly not which category his own dick fit into. oh, but no… whatever you pictured had been just under the mark–picture it just a bit longer, a bit thicker–and you’re sure sam’s picturing it too as it rests between the fat of his ass.

his hips stopped with his cock halfway inside of you, frozen in place to match the cold of the condom and lube at his tailbone. he feels sebastian’s arms near his sides but his hands plant themselves below your knees and start lifting them towards your chest.

“hold right there, sam,” like an obedient puppy he quickly follows the instruction, slotting his hands into place as one of sebastian’s slide just below his, the other going back out of his view. but he doesn’t stop there, he leans himself harder against sam’s back, in turn deepening the angle of your hips and bending sam further at his, “now stay just like that..”

its almost unbearable in this position–sheathed halfway into your gummy hole that he can feel pulsing around him, and the tremble in your thighs from being forced into such a position while his thickness rubs just slightly at all those weak spots inside you. suddenly he feels the blunt tip of sebastian’s cock at his backside and he sucks in a breath.

“pfft, relax for me, dude,” sebastian chuckles but its low and rumbling and right at sam’s ear. just to keep from moaning he has to return the chuckle and consciously tries to relax his muscles, “..y’good?”

sam’s mind is racing a million miles a minute, and for a moment he can’t believe he’s actually sandwiched between the two people he’s been using as jerk off material for months–now knowing what pussy has turned sebastian drunk and about to find out what the dick you can never wait to find privacy for feels like. he nods loosely and forgets for a moment that he needs to verbalize it,

“yeah– yeah, m’good,” he swallows thickly but a small, yet still bashfully excited smile beams down at you that he hopes gets conveyed through his words, “y’can go ahead..”

and despite just giving the go-ahead, his shoulders still tense as sebastian’s cock finally breaches the tight ring of his ass and he gets further squeezed between you two. eyes shut and brows furrowed, he thinks thank fuck he had the pleasure of eating out your sweet cunt before getting to the main event because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been stretched and scissored by sebastian’s damned piano fingers rubbing languidly at his walls while he did so. at the time he blushed at the thought–but he’s so glad he gave in. nothing could ever compare to being able to lap at your folds and having seb’s fingers jammed up against his prostate, all while his hips humped mindlessly at the mattress and he lost himself between your legs.

even still, he’s not sure anything could have prepared him for that extra bit of thickness and length that he never expected.

“oh– fuck,��� his voice strains and you feel the crescent of his nails dig into your skin. your eyes flutter as the press of both men’s bodies and hands gets more and more oppressive, just in time to see the bob of sam’s throat and seb’s dark squinted eyes peering directly over his shoulder to watch your expressions.

your breath catches and you feel almost self-conscious under his watchful gaze–you weren’t sure what it was you were feeling but it kept you from tearing your eyes away even as both his hands found home at the backs of your thighs and groped shamelessly at the plush.

the sweetest little cry of seb’s name rings from your throat but sam shudders at the sound and the accompanying clamp of your cunt around him. he loses his breath for a moment when he realizes this is the moment all his questions get answered–that after this day, he won’t need to wonder what anything he’s experienced thus far might feel like–he’s lived it. he’ll get to remember what he’s spent most of the night memorizing, what you sound and feel like beneath him, what it’s really like under sebastian’s thorough touch–

and when he opens his eyes and sees you looking directly past him, to the eyes just over his shoulders… fuck, just the thought of it has him throbbing in your tight wet heat. his arms almost fail to keep him up knowing he’s for sure getting the treatment you usually would at the end of sebastian’s cock.

༶ ♱ ┈┈ a/n: sorry if the ending felt kind of abrupt–i thought it was an okay place to stop bc i considered the fact i haven’t written smut in a long time so i didn’t want to get in over my head and end up drowning >_<;.. im easing into it..!! also pls lmk if i should be tagging warnings on the post as well as at the top, cuz idk if ppl do it much anymore...

anywayz, tysm for reading.. <3

[luveax]

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One Shot | Pornstar!Hoodie x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

Say my name, I want the neighbors to hear it Want your body to feel it Boy you know if there's a heaven, Im near it Yeah I promise my dear Its only you who has my body and heals it

Warning(s): You know why you're here don't PMO

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You honestly and truly couldn’t believe it. Your heart was racing so hard you were sure it was going to pop right out of your chest. This wasn't you. You leave work and go home. You don't go out, and you certainly do accept a date from. Your. Insanely. Hot. Neighbor. Who also may or may not be a pornstar. That you watch. Every night. By yourself... But here you found yourself sitting across from him at dimly lit fancy restaurant that you were sure you were underdressed for. Brain had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room. He has this aura to him that sucked you right in. Maybe it was his playful grin or teasing glances that kept you immersed in his being all night long. From the first awkward moment you met, when you tripped trying to bring your boxes inside when you finally what about him look familiar. That damn hoodie. The pale yellow is what caught your attention. You remembered every patch, curve, thread of it from your hours of watching his videos. His playful laugh and the way his hand brushed yours when he grabbed the box from you. He jokingly thanked you for being a fan. His flirty a wink and carefree attitude had you completely down bad. He was confident, a little cocky but maybe that was him just being open about what he wanted. As the night went on, your nerves started to fade instead replaced by a certain hunger you hadn’t expected.

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"Good girl. Look how well that pretty throat takes my dick." You could only look up and nod, making eye contact with the hand held camera he held angled down at you. Your mask covering your face so only the camera can see is your eyes and mouth that is currently wrapped around Brians- oh sorry Hoodie's cock. You had to remember to only call him by his Camera name when he was filming you. But fuck it was hard to thing when this man was around. The way he took control and dominated the scene was just unworldly.

"There you go keep taking that shit" Only when you felt light headed did he let you off to breathe. Your body shaking as you tried to inhale.

"Calm down. This is what you wanted right?" He asked condescendingly. You nodded. He gripped your hair in a fist and pushed you onto your hands and knees. He caressed your ass before landing a hard smack on it.

"Oh fuck" you cries out in pain even though you felt yourself dripping down your thigh.

"Can I have a taste pretty girl" you nod. When you look back at him you can see him prop the camera up to get a good angle. He lifts his mask up just enough to uncover his mouth and dives right in. Your head falling onto the pillow in front of you.

"B-Hoodie oh my god, fuck yes" your voice mumbles from the pillow. You can hear the sucking and slurping and he just intensifies the experience tenfold.

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You couldn't control the sounds coming out of your body as Hoodie drilled you into the mattress. You attempted to push him away just bit so you can relive some of the pressure but he smacked your hands away.

"Fucking ungrateful, I take you out to eat, pay for your meal, bring you home, eat your pussy and now you can't even take my dick. Fucking worthless." he rants while progressively pounding into you harder and harder.

"mm sorry" you gasp out, your eyes rolling back. You felt completely used and disgusting. It felt great you couldn't help the smile that made its way on your face as his thrusting continued.

"oh what's this? I think I might've caught myself a crazy one. You like pain? Huh wanna be my little pain slut" he cockily ask.

"Wouldn't have it any other way" you barley make out.

"Good because I'm not stopping till you pass out and even then I might keep going. It's gonna be along night." And god you hoped he kept his word.

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This was 100% lazy writing hope you like regardless. Bai! - Lu

[taxidermied-bunbun]

mommy who doesn’t let me wear panties or a tampon when i’m on my period. making me walk around naked with blood stained thighs. always spreading my pussy lips apart to see if my poor cunt is doing okay :( when i complain and whine that she’s being so cruel, she picks me up pushes me on my bed.

“baby, mommy just wants to take care of you, okay? she knows best. if you want something like a tampon filling your pussy so bad, i’ll make sure to fill you up nice and deep.” she whispers against my neck, her breath hot and filled with lust.

before i can even register her words, she unzips her jeans and slams her throbbing cock in my unprepared pussy. i let out a loud whimper at the painful sensation of her thick cock bruising my cervix. she pulls out and slams back in, responding to my cries of protesting saying, “aww baby, even without any lube or loosening your tight little cunt with my fingers, you’re taking me so so well. and all the blood makes your insides even more softer. you’re so perfect for mommy <33”

mommy puts me in a mating press and drills into my hole with all the pent up lust she had. she chuckles seeing my blood coating her cock and fat tears rolling down my cheeks.

when i cry out little protests like, “this is wrong or “mommy, please stop” or “it hurts” she suffocates my pleads with her fingers filling my mouth.

eventually, she fills my pussy with her loads more times than either of us could keep count. as she’s finally satisfied abusing my sore cunt, she gently kisses me and wipes my tears away. she carries me up in her strong arms, the same arms that just raped me now gently caress my hair with shampoo and body with fragrant soaps. as im quietly sobbing in the bathtub, trying to curl up like a bruised prey, she takes off her clothes and notices me shiver with fear. however, this time, instead of hurting me more, she sits behind me and rests my back against her chest, massaging my sore spots with soft touches like that of petting a fragile bunny. i end up dozing off in mommy’s protective caress and when shes done, carries me to her clean bed for the night, tucking me in with warm blankies and plushies<33 oh and this time dressing me up with a tampon and panties <33

Minors and Cishets DNI. Read pinned post before messaging.

[mypoisonedvine]

more robert fischer please!!!!!! need to know if he's a freak or not bc I feel like he is 👀

oh we KNOW he a freak and since I've already written him as a subby freak it's time to see his dom side I think

warnings: free use, public sex, dom/sub, possessiveness, sir kink, oral m receiving and fingering, come eating, shoe licking (um i can't explain myself im sorry)

"Is this good, sir?" you asked as you peeked your head out from under the desk.

"It was, until you stopped without permission," he frowned without even looking down at you, still messing with the papers on his desk.

"I'm sorry, sir," you mumbled before getting back to it, focusing on his tip with your mouth as you stroked the rest-- already soaked with your spit from serving him for quite some time now while he worked. It probably hadn't been that long, but it felt like a while considering how sore your jaw was... but that was just a side effect of his size, even when you should've been used to it after being his 'pet' (as he called you) for this long.

He let you go on for a while longer, almost long enough that you worried you were doing something wrong that he hadn't come by now, until eventually leaning back in his chair and sighing as he looked down at you. "So obedient," he praised as he met your needy gaze up at him, petting your head for a moment. "Choke on it, pet."

You took your hand away and held his thigh instead, dipping your head down until your mouth had taken him as far as you could go and your lips were brushing against the patch of reddish-brownish hair at his base. You hummed proudly around him when he moaned quietly; as hot as it was to pleasure him while he was focused on something else, you preferred to get a reaction as a sign of a job well done.

"Fuck, that's good," he praised, "keep going-- I'm close."

You hadn't realized he was already on the edge, but you were more than happy to oblige; you did it again and again, still looking up at him even when he shut his eyes and tilted his head back with another deep moan.

"F-fuck, like that, god yes, gonna come--"

You would've begged with a please, sir, if your mouth wasn't full...

A moment later, as his grip on your hair tightened, he filled your mouth with come. You slowed down your movements but kept going, using your hand to stroke him again and ensure you'd milked every drop that you could. He took another heavy breath before looking down at you again, his face more flushed than before. "Show me," he ordered, but you knew the drill by now: you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, letting him see everything he'd given you.

He nodded in approval to let you know you could swallow, but you were a moment too late and a drop of come rolled off your tongue and landed on his shoe. You whimpered slightly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you swallowed the rest. "I'm sorry, sir--" you began.

"Jesus," he sighed, "you know how much these shoes cost?"

"No, sir," you shook your head, "how much?"

"I'm not actually trying to talk to you about the economy of Italian leather shoes," he frowned, rolling his eyes condescendingly. "I'm telling you to clean it up."

You nodded and knelt down, kitten-licking at the drop of come on his shoe, making sure to get it all before using your dress to wipe up the remnants of your spit from the polished leather.

"That's better," he sighed.

"I'm sorry for making a mess," you offered again as he stuffed himself back into his trousers and zipped up.

"It's alright, pet, you did very well," he assured, and you bit your lip as you smiled slightly. "I think you deserve a treat after that."

"O-oh, your come is enough," you promised, "you don't have to--"

"Get up on the desk, sweetheart," he ordered, and you quickly crawled out from under the mahogany to take a seat on it in front of him. He moved the papers out of the way for you, and rested his hand on your thigh as he smiled at you slightly. "What do you think you deserve as your reward?"

You weren't sure how to answer that, looking away nervously. "U-um..." you stalled. "A present, maybe?"

"A present," he repeated thoughtfully, "like what?"

"Maybe... a collar!" you suggested. "'Cause, you know, pet and all that..."

He smirked a little. "Cute," he said as he tilted his head, "but I like the necklace I got you more. A little more subtle, don't you think?"

You reached up and held onto the diamond-encrusted R around your neck-- you hadn't spent a moment without it since this arrangement first began, a constant reminder of being his. "I like it, too," you hummed, "I love it!"

"I know," he smiled, but in that sort of way that made you feel a little silly for being so eager-- but you like feeling silly, too. "Spread your legs, honey."

You did quickly, feeling his hand run up between them and tickle you through the lingerie he'd picked out.

"Do you think this is a good reward?" he offered, watching you with darker eyes. "Letting you come on my fingers?"

"Yes," you sighed, whimpering as you felt him pull the lace to the side. "Yes, sir-- thank you, sir--"

He teased your clit only for a moment before slipping two fingers into you-- you were plenty wet enough, he knew damn well what getting on your knees for him did to you. "God, you're dripping," he pointed out anyways, burying his fingers in you to the knuckle and curling them as he pressed his thumb to your bud.

"O-oh god," you gasped, tilting your head back.

He just watched you, and pumped his fingers in and out of you-- he was methodical about it, almost clinical if it weren't for the look in his eyes. "Good girl," he breathed, making you clench on his thick fingers.

A knock at the door startled you both-- but the way Robert instantly replied "Come in!" made your eyes widen most.

"S-sir," you whispered harshly, but he shot you a look that shut you up. You tried to cross your legs as you heard someone enter Robert's office, but he used his free hand to pull your legs open again.

"Don't mind him, pet," Robert told you quietly, "everyone here knows what you are."

And yes, they knew, it wasn't exactly a secret when you were showing up here in these slutty clothes he picked out, wearing his initial, hanging on his arm at corporate events and conferences. But no one had ever seen you in such an intimate moment before, and you nervously looked over your shoulder at the man on the other side of the desk-- who nervously met your gaze before darting his eyes away and adjusting his glasses shakily (though it did nothing to cover a red face).

"Uhm, we need your signature on these, Mr. Fischer," the man explained, voice cracking.

"Right," Robert agreed, "bring them here."

He stepped forward once, but stopped.

"Here," Robert repeated, and the man finally relented and finished approaching the desk as he set the papers down. Robert didn't even slow down his fingers movements inside you, and you tried not to moan aloud as he roughly rubbed your spot-- inside and out.

"I-it can wait," the man said nervously.

"No, no, now's as good a time as any," Robert shrugged, and you felt your face burning hotter than ever. "Sign these?" he confirmed.

When the other man nodded, Robert pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to your lips-- you dutifully sucked them clean of your arousal, even if you felt terribly ashamed and incredibly turned on like you never had before.

You caught the man looking at the way you sucked on Robert's fingers, even taking them all the way to the knuckle without gagging, but he glanced away a second later. "Good," Robert nodded as he took them away from your lips, wiping the last of the wetness off with his pocket square before grabbing his pen and signing in a few different places. "There you go," he offered the papers back to the man who snatched them up quickly and seemed to dart out of the room as fast as he could.

Robert's fingers were inside you again instantly, and his lip curled slightly as he fucked them into you faster.

"Good girl," he growled at you, "all fucking mine. Don't care who sees, you understand? If I wanna play with my girl, that's what I'm going to do. The fucking Pope could walk in here and I wouldn't stop-- you hear me, pet?"

You moaned loudly as you realized how close you were to coming on his fingers. "Yes, sir!"

[bleaksqueak]

just wanted to say, as a fellow artist, THANK YOU for talking about shortcuts 🙏🙏 ive had baggage over not doing art """properly""" (re: the repetitive frustrating way just to prove i can), and im finally letting myself use tricks like warping and textured brushes and such, but i still feel weird sometimes. then i see a batshit amazing artist like you uses them, and i feel better. so thanks 😭 (and yes aye-eye is not included in this, mass theft isnt a shortcut)

The great thing about baggage is you can and absolutely should work up to just checking that crap in at the front desk and then conveniently forget to ever pick it back up~ Seriously though, it's no problem, and I'm glad to hear you're loosening up with it! If it helps, shortcuts are drilled into you if you work professionally in art. The only people who don't use shortcuts who work professionally are people who simply don't want to (be it stubbornly or out of enjoyment) and people who can afford to (names so big that deadlines will either be lenient or are dictated by the artist themself) The urgency to do everything the painstakingly hard way is, weirdly enough, a mindset most common in hobbyist spaces. People who want to do it that way (out of enjoyment, out of pride) are more than welcome to do it (as I'll sometimes just do slow crosshatching, no special brushes, because I find it relaxing)... but those who insist others do it or they aren't a real artist are often speaking from a position of bad faith, or are repeating what they had drilled into them by another hobbyist or their childhood/teen year art teachers, *or* are doing it to place themselves on a pedestal competitively. So, basically! Do things manually if you feel like it, but also know that there's hardly a "pro" out there that doesn't utilize a lot of fun little tricks and shortcuts. We still do it by our artistry, which is where the line is drawn with generated bullshit (also, you know, it's theft), but I guess a good way to look at it is like this: When you're drawing a piece of storytelling art or a comic page and the character has an elaborate costume with chains (my own character's lapel pins... we can look at Spawn, or a Nomura character and their department store of belts)...What's more important? The intricate detail of the chain, proving you can do it (again and again and again, since every angle would need to be drawn anew) Or the character acting, the composition, the atmosphere? It's the aspects that tell something about the character, the action, and the story that are always going to win out and matter, meaning that chain is just busy work-- a prime candidate for a quick swipe of a chain brush, or if you're me, this little friend:

So, yeah!! At the end of the day, the most important thing is to do what brings you joy or what meets your goal. I do love drawing clothes and I love details (love patterns and gold details especially)... but I also love finishing my work and shortcuts allow me to focus on the charcter acting and the atmosphere instead! Go forth and don't feel guilty. So long as you're not stealing from anyone and having fun, you're not doing anything wrong.

[hwaflms]

i'm ngl i was reading happy now but fell asleep midway and had the craziest dream abt jaehyun (...pornstar!jh don't ask, but your thoughts are very welcome, if you'd so graciously provide them 🙏), thank you for this blessing of a fic, i'm gonna go back to finishing it :3

UR SO SWEET??? thank you sm i hope you enjoyed it :(

and omg anon ur on to smth with pornstar!jae i NEED to hear abt ur dream hold on……..,

im thinking about pornstar!jae who knows he’s got a huge cock and acts like it too. no one has ever made a single complaint about working with him because he’s just too good at what he does; he knows just how to use his mouth, knows all the right dirty little things to whisper in her ear, never cums first.

pornstar!jae who catches you watching his latest, and is surprised that innocent little you seems to be enjoying watching him fuck a woman senseless on a kitchen counter, blushing as you keep your volume low at sounds of their pleasure.

pornstar!jae who jerked off to the thought for the first time in a long while, picturing your hand stuffed in your panties while you touched yourself to him, wishing it was you underneath him instead. being the little shit he is, he makes a number of allusions to the incident, driving you mad because you’re not sure whether he knows or not.

pornstar!jae who finally confesses he wants to fuck you in the most casual manner, stroking your bright red cheek with a thumb slowly. you can only imagine his surprise when you shyly ask whether you can make a lil movie out of it, all his thoughts shooting straight down to his cock.

pornstar!jae who has you bent over his balcony railing, drilling into you long and hard, a hand slapped over your mouth to not wake the neighbours. he has your dress bunched up over your breasts, watching them jiggle with each hard thrust, positioning you so you’re facing the lens of the camera. he gives you exactly what you wanted and more, and with each coo of “dirty girl” and each slip of his fingers into your mouth, your moans sound even more pornographic than those of the women he fucked on screen. you’ve already come all over his mouth, but he’s absolutely relentless as he slips a hand around you to rub fast circles on to your throbbing clit.

pornstar!jae who downloads and saves the video on to his ‘favourites’ album, knowing that would be the only thing he’d watch for the next couple months. he knows it would do numbers if he posted it but he wants it to be ‘his special lil secret’, even thought you both know there would be more to come.

[spookitapes]

Hello, i love your fics! Im a bit embarassed but i had an idea earlier today. Imagine beig on a relationship with Ted while hes a trip visiting every margaritaville or rain forest, whatever you prefer and you miss him a lot so when you can finally go visit him on the trip he shows you how much he missed you by fucking you so good you barely walk the next day. Okay thats all, thank you bye!

a/n: oh my gosh don't be embarrassed! pls send me more stuff I love it !!! and thank you so much for the support< 33 it's mainly RFC buuuut i did a little bonus of margaitaville ft. schlatt at the end :))) sorry it took me a minute to see this in my inbox!! but I hope you enjoy it bc this was actually super fun to write !!

!! 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!

surprising ted on his rainforest cafe roadtrip hc's

❧ getting the trip schedule from eddy so you can pick which days works best for you

❧ planning it weeks before they even leave

❧ ted having literally no clue what’s happening

❧ stuffing his face with safari fries when he hears an all too familiar “teddy!” coming from behind him

❧ thinking he’s finally going crazy bc why is he imagining your voice amongst the animatronic themed restaurant's ambiance ??

❧ almost tackling him out of his chair when you finally reach him bc you didn’t realize you were full-on sprinting in the rainforest cafe

❧ a very sweet reunion that takes ted entirely by surprise

❧ (don't worry eddy gets a good angle) it's some nice behind-the-scenes footage for you two :))

❧ “jesus christ honey i didn’t know you’re that strong!”

❧ ted laying his head on your shoulder anytime he can

❧ sharing a sparkling volcano for the memory of it

❧ getting back to the hotel and making out in the elevator on the way to the room you booked

❧ him immediately pinning you to the door when it closes

❧ he's missed you so much

❧ missed your body so much

❧ he'd been having to take cold showers

❧ and that worked until he found the nude polaroids you had left him in his luggage

❧ he's been reduced to jerking off, switching to hot steam instead of a standing ice bath

❧ so you can't really blame him for taking you right there

❧ stripping you of only what's necessary

❧ if your wearing jeans? gone. pants of any kind? bye bye. shorts? across the room...but a dress or a skirt? he's just pushing it up your hips

❧ pulling your panties to the side (if you're wearing any op-)

❧ hiking one of your legs up onto his hip as he barely gets his cock out of his pants before pushing into you

❧ both of you letting out a gasp as he bottoms out

❧ him holding your hand against the door with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other

❧ eventually bringing your leg around his hip up over his shoulder so he can hit deeper

❧ him fucking you so rough the do not disturb sign's swinging on the other side of the door

❧ once you both cum he'll carry you over to the bed so he can finish stripping you

❧ slowly peeling the clothes away as he kisses your skin that appears

❧ him pushing your face into the sheets to muffle the porn star level moans leaving your mouth

❧ "god baby, you're gonna get us kicked out if you keep screaming like that."

❧ but how can you stay quiet when he's balls deep drilling you from the back giving you the best dick of your life ??

❧ him getting fed up so he puts one of his big ass hands over your mouth as he fucks you harder

❧ just the sounds of skin on skin slapping, ted's groans, and your muffled sobs fill the room

❧ going at least three more rounds before he's carrying you to the bathtub to clean you up

❧ begging him to get in with you and getting him to after pulling out the big eyes and jutted out bottom lip combo

❧ scooting up so he can slide in behind you

❧ just holding each other in the warm bubbley water

❧ "i love you so much baby, remind me to never go on a trip without you again."

❧ it's followed with a tender kiss on your forehead

❧ you pause a moment before shifting your head so you can catch his eyes, a smile overtaking your features

❧ he thinks you're gonna say something sappy, something that'll probably make you tear up

❧ "you can go on as many trips as you want if that's how you're gonna fuck me."

❧ he splashes you with the bath water...

❧ the next day he's calling you to hurry up and get ready, something about needing to be back on the road

❧ he gets met with a long, loud, angry groan in return

❧ "uuhhhh honey, you alright?"

❧ him being met with your pouty face looking up from the mound of pillow you had it buried in

"i don't wanna talk to you. you did this to me!"

❧ he's about to question you before you throw your legs off the side and go to stand...only to go tumbling over before ted leaps across the room to save you

❧"your hero," he's smirking down at you, hands around your back and hip as you dangle mid-air

❧ "...more like my murderer." you murmur it out

❧ "oh and who exactly did i kill? you look alive to me."

❧ "MY WHOLE LOWER BODY YOU BIGDICK ASSHOLE!"

(bonus)

you two definitely fuck at jschlatt's during margaritaville

❧ setting it up with schlatt bc you promise him a gift (WINK)

❧ you jump out and surprise them when they get to schlat't's place

❧ him almost tackling you this time

❧ "i fuckin' told ya! HA mother fucker now you owe me $50!" schlatt's laughing maniacally as usual

❧ ted fucking you in front of schlatt as a thank you for the surprise

❧ "this is way fuckin' better than on facetime." (read my other work to get the refrenceeeee)

❧ making you ride him as schlatt records it on ted's phone

❧ reverse cowgirl to get good angles of your pretty face and so ted can watch your greedy hole swallow up his big cock

❧ schlatt shoving the camera in your face when you start getting sloppy, thighs burning from riding your lover for so long

❧ "go on and look at me, angel," he's using his free hand to grip your throat to look at him but your eyes are still closed

❧ ted's interrupting him for a second, "do ya wanna cum? keep on bouncin' then. I'll rub your slutty lil clit if you keep takin' my dick so good."

❧ "be a good little bitch and smile for the camera—thaaaaat's it, honey."