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lnfours · 5 months

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lando is definitely the type to soften his voice around bestfriend!reader that hes totally in love with. and him and reader dont see it at all, but everyone else does. and he basically treats her like theyre dating except without the kisses. and max is fed up with the two bc everytime lando sees her, he texts max "shes so pretty i wanna kiss her all over" - 🍒anon

anon... did you know that friends to lovers is my favorite trope like... ever?? fear not, the friends to lovers connoisseur is back!!! another one where i got carried away 😅

requests are open!

the small get-together at max’s was the highlight of the night, everyone joined together in the living room for drinks, food and games. you had found yourself seated next to lando on the couch, his hip pressed against yours from how close you were. ria on the other side of you, laughing as you watched niran pick up 6 uno cards.

max watched the way you two interacted, the way lando kept one hand draped around the back of the couch near your shoulders and how your body had slotted right into his side. it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be close, but as of recently, the distance between the two of you kept getting smaller and smaller. his voice was softer, hugs lasted longer, eye contact ended with soft smiles and glances down at the floor.

he had known his best friend was obsessed with you the moment you met, immediately asking max for your instagram when you had met. the real giveaway was the countless texts about how he ‘wanted to kiss your face all over’ whenever you showed up at races wearing his number or dressed head to toe in papaya. that’s when he knew his best friend was head over heels.

“uno,” you smiled, holding your card close to your chest so others couldn’t see. everyone started cursing themselves, not believing the fact that you were so close to winning the game. lando leaned his head closer or you, trying to catch a peek at your card. he poked at your side, trying to get you to squirm so he could see, but you held it even closer and laughed, pushing him away.

“stop trying to cheat!” you laughed, pulling his hands from your side.

he wore the cutest smirk, “i’m not trying to cheat!”

“liar,” you joked back. max snorted softly, placing the card down in the pile. now it was lando’s turn and he had nothing to give away except a red four, which was going to let you win the game, unbeknownst to him.

you threw your arms up, tossing the card onto the table and happily cheering as everyone groaned softly, “i win, bitches!”

“that’s not even fair! how’d you win after having 25 cards?!”

“i’m just good like that,” you smiled, turning to the boy next to you and motioning to his empty glass, “want another drink?”

he nodded, passing you the glass with a smile, “thank you.”

you hummed, ria popping up from the couch after you, “i need another one too.”

with you gone in the kitchen, now it was time for the interrogating to start. aarav speaking up first, “so mate, when’re you going to tell her you’re head over heels?”

“i don’t think he even has to say it,” ethan joked, “it’s pretty obvious.”

“don’t know what you’re talking about,” the curly haired brit said, helping max gather up the cards. the boys chuckled softly as max shook his head.

“you’re wasting time, mate!” niran said, “everyone knows you’re in love, just get on with it already.”

lando looked at his friend for help, but max shrugged, “they’re right. you have hearts in your eyes whenever she’s around.”

he was about to open his mouth to respond when yours and rias giggles sounded back into the room. you took your spot back next to lando, crossing your legs under you. he smiled at you as everyone got the table cleaned up for the movie that was up next on tonight’s agenda.

you leaned into lando’s shoulder, watching max fail at entering his password on the streaming service and laughing at his frustration. once everything was set up and everyone was comfortable, he reached over and turned the lamp off on the end table. you reached behind you, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over you and lando, scooting closer into his body as he wrapped an arm around you.

about forty minutes into the move, you felt lando’s head lean on yours before his lips came close to your ear, “you comfortable?”

you nodded, turning to meet his eyes in the dim lighting. you smiled, reaching up and brushing the stray curl from his forehead, “yeah, you?”

he nodded, “so comfortable i could sleep.”

you chuckled, “sleep, then. pretty sure almost everyone are already knocked out.”

he glanced down at the floor where his friends sat, their eyes closed. he looked over at max who was on his phone, paying no mind to the movie. your long haired brunette friend next to you had fallen asleep too, her cheek pressed against the arm of the couch.

lando tucked his face into your hair, “wanna go to bed?”

you nodded, “let’s go.”

the two of you stood up, you draping the blanket over ria as lando whispered to his best friend, “we’re going to bed, mate.”

max nodded, “i’ll probably be up in a little while.”

lando nodded back, following you up the stairs. you opened the door to your shared guest room, him closing the door softly. you slipped into the connected bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush from your toiletry bag. you smiled as you met the familiar pair of green eyes in the mirror, his hands wrapping around your middle before he reached for his own toothbrush. you smiled at him in the mirror, the both of you finishing up before you spun around, pressed against the counter as your hands went up to his unruly curls from the blowing wind in london.

“you need a brush.”

“and i need you in bed,” he said, dragging you with him as he turned off the light and climbed into bed. you joined him under the covers, your cheek resting against his chest as he held you close. he played with your hair as you drew circles into the material of his soft cotton shirt. you tilted your head up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours as he looked down at you.

“is it true?” you asked and continued when he pulled his eyebrows together, “what the guys were talking about earlier? about you liking me?”

he swallowed, racking his brain. surely he couldn’t back peddle now, and how could he lie to you? he couldn’t. so he told the truth, “yeah,”

you smiled softly, “knew it.”

“i wasn’t that obvious!” he argued with a laugh, “i like to think i’ve been very subtle!”

“as subtle as they get,” you joked, reaching up and placing your thumb against his bottom lip, “i like you too, lan.”

he smiled, lifting your chin with his index finger and thumb, pulling you up to him before he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back, the kiss breaking shortly after from fits of giggles and wide smiles. a new sense of love in the air between you two.

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serejae · 2 months

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I GOT A FASCINATION WITH YOUR PRESENTATION | BND

pairing : idol!bnd x idol!reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - isac love with bnd (i apologize if the sports make no sense…im not athletic.)

ty anon !!

w.c: 1134

@onedoornet @miidorei @sol3chu @loserlvrss

SUNGHO :

(please dont ask me why sungho always gets hit with a basketball)

sungho swore his members had favorites, why when riwoo ask them to go front row with them to see his crush they go but when sungho ask they dont?? anyways, he sat front row ready to watch you play basketball

the match was intense, no sides have made a shot yet and everyone was anticipating for the first team to shoot. sungho held the edge of his seat as he leaned in watching you closely to see if youd make it, he wished on every star he knew and said every affirmation he could think of to hope youd make a shot. he watched you try to get the ball, chase the ball, dribble it, he just needed you to shoot the ball. just then you managed to get the ball in your hand and as you were about to shoot it you made eye contact with sungho and accidentally threw it towards him. but before he could react you managed to run out the court and grab it mid air as it was about to hit him. (you ladies alright?) sungho just stared at you as you apologized profusely and checked his face for any scars or damage. you were eliminated from the round but sungho took advantage of that. “i think i need ice for my face, can you show me where the ice is?”

RIWOO :

(i actually cannot)

riwoo always loved dance but especially loved watching others dance. so when he heard that his idol crush was competing in dancesport he convinced bnd to move to the front for the stage so he can get a better view

as you walked past him to get on stage, riwoo pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin and his knees smiling slightly excited to see your performance. so the music started and you and your partner got into formation, although he wished that one day you two would dance together he can work with this for now. he watched you move to the beats and melody of the music elegantly distinguishing the sounds of the crowd and just focusing on you. he was just wowed by your performance, how could someone be so perfect or do it all? when your dance ended and you walked to the exit of the stage, riwoo put his hand out for a high five with smile not expecting you to reciprocate it. but to his suprise as you walked past him he felt your hand on his

JAEHYUN :

i feel like this mofo would think hes slick

boynextdoor came in late (ofc.). as jaehyun walk into the gym with his sunglasses on looking cool as he model walks until taesan taps his shoulder and tilts his head towards your direction letting jaehyun know youre there. and he’d get his act right so quick.

the glasses are off and hes serious leader mode. the whole isac hes acting so tough using his leader card to move the members around and make sure theyre not goofing off but secretly giggles to himself when he gets a glimpse of you. when jaehyun is finally up for archery hes so ready to impress you. he stretches his back a bit before holding up the bow and arrow aiming to shoot before completely missing. his ears goes red as he turns to peep at your reaction hoping youre not laughing at him (you are). jaehyun sat back down and started complaining to sungho about what just happened embarrassed, but when he felt a tap on his shoulder he expected it to be taesan but it was you giving him a water bottle as you let out a “you did great” with a smile that made him jelly. after a bit of courage hes gonna go off vibes and not logic anymore, hes walking up to you and talking to you.

(and as soon as you bring up how he held his bow and arrow upside down hes gonna start tweaking knowing he embarrassed himself like that infront of you)

TAESAN :

my nonchalant king

taesan walked in clearly embarrassed at his group being late and especially knowing youre there. taesan finds a seat on the ground with boynextdoor and hides behind sungho while trying to spot you. he sees you about the run for the relay and gets nervous as if hes running (??) but he had no doubt that youd win (even if you didnt youre still the best in his eyes)

as he sees you cross the finish line he cheers loudly in his head but claps in real life. taesan sess you sit down with your group and peeks over sunghos shoulder slightly to get these sight of you smiling with your members making him subconsciously smile. what he didnt know is that his shield, sungho. moved from being infront of taesan to go do his sport giving you a full view of smiling taesan. you waved at him making him get out of his mind and realize what was going on, he looked around to make sure you were waving at him and once it clicks hes so embarrassed but waves back. you smile slightly before walking away causing him to put his head in his hands as jaehyun shakes him laughing at the situation

LEEHAN :

(lets pretend he was there)

leehan sat on the bleachers watching jaehyun about to compete, leehan wasnt competing in isac but was still invited to watch, and it just so happened that you had a small injury in your leg a while ago causing you to be unable to compete but like leehan you were still invited

he sat directly right next to you (yes there were other seats) deciding to keep you company. you both talked about the most randomest things before isac even started or when the crowd came in. when leehan found out about your injury he furrowed his brows and scolded you slightly that you should be at home resting insteaf of out here. just then jaehyuns name was called to start the archery match. leehan refocused his attention from you to jaehyun about to shoot until he heard you slightly move. he looked back over to you making you laugh a bit “my foot is just sore from sitting in this small area” you said making him laugh a bit. he helped you elevate your foot completely missing watching jaehyun shoot the arrow.

“wait! you didnt see jaehyun shoot the arrow” you realized he wasnt watching his member do their sport

“he missed didnt he?” leehan said calmly as he moved your foot up to help it relax

he really could care less about jaehyun and that arrow when youre next to him (yes he knows jaehyuns gonna complain when he sees the clip of leehan not gaf)

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy??

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?!

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years

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I may have raced to my phone as soon as I saw the "requests are open!" notification, please don't judge me. Can I request something where Tanjiro accidentally breaks his s/o? He's always so calm and nice and silent no matter how much of a tantrum his darling pulls, so theyre practically begging him to just... react. Maybe they even say that if he were to get mad, or sad, or just straight act like a normal person would in these situations, they'd love him? Thank you so much if you even read this!

Just for the sake of clarification, this happens after the events of the main series, when Tanjirou is already a well-established figure. He’s just as soft, but with twice the resolution of his younger-self… his poor Darling.

TW: Isolation, Mentions of Kidnapping, (Slight) Mind-Break, and Implied Stockholm Syndrome.

You couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to you.

Tanjirou was always with you, but he was never really… there, if you had to put his ever-constant presence into words. When he wasn’t out on a mission, you’d see him more often than you saw your own reflection, whether he was quietly delivering hand-made meals to your bedroom or showing you the outfit he wanted to see you in or simply sitting at your side, as silent and as smiley as he always was. Compared to how talkative he’d been when he first ‘brought you home’, the change left you nervous, waiting for something that Tanjiro didn’t seem interested in giving you. After a few weeks, the anxiety was tangible, your frustration quickly becoming utter dread.

Tonight was no exception, Tanjirou humming to himself as he combed through your hair. He did so every day, but he also did so wordlessly, batting your hand away playfully whenever you moved to take the took for yourself. You’d stopped trying to make conversation, by now, any attempts at angering him or insulting him or begging for attention only resulting in a renewed, awkward tension. Usually, you’d pray that he finished quickly, but… it’d been a month since you’d heard another person’s voice.

You weren’t sure if solitude was what you wanted, anymore.

“Kamado?” You mumbled, your voice meeker than you would’ve liked. He never paused, his humming getting a little louder, and you bit your cheek to keep from sighing. “…Tanjirou?” You tried, attempting to turn to face him. Before you could do so much as shift your weight, there was a hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place. His grip wasn’t strong, but you’d learned not to fight him. Not on something so unimportant, at least. “How was your day? Nothing interesting happens, here.”

You could feel him falter, the hand holding his comb clenching before it pulled away entirely. He’d stopped humming, but there was no response, no reply, no sign that he even heard you, that passive smile still pressing into your skin as he kissed your cheek. The silence was painful, excruciating, your nails embedded in your palms by the time he was off the bed and the lip caught between your teeth beginning to bleed as slow footsteps started towards your bedroom door. You tried to tell yourself you could manage it, that one more day wouldn’t matter, but your thoughts seemed to blur together, to mix and merge the more you tried to sort them. There was no reason for it, no rational excuse for your behavior, and yet, you felt so frantic.

Without thinking, you turned, twisting around and catching his sleeve. Your hold on his sleeve was iron-clad, refusing to lessen, even as he stared down at you curiously. You didn’t dare meet his eyes, bowing your head and keeping your eyes closed, tears forming before you were able to figure out why. The sudden fit threatened to choke you up, but you just pushed your shoulders forward, fighting the urge to cringe as a gentle hand came to rest on top of your head. “I don’t know what I did, but… I’m sorry, Tanjirou. I… I miss you, and I’m sorry and I wish you would talk to me, because I don’t know how much longer I can stand… whatever this is.” You paused, taking a deep breath, opening your eyes just enough to glare at his chest. “If you’re going to hurt me, hurt me. Break my legs, or tell me what I did wrong, or kill me. Just get it over with.”

Silence hung in the air, for a moment, as quiet as it was deafening. You almost broke down, the sobs threatening to overwhelm any sense of dignity you had left. But, just before you gave in, there were arms around your neck, taking hold of your shoulders and jerking you into his chest, your face soon buried in his shirt.

The hold was too tight, too strong. It was suffocating, but you didn’t pull away.

You didn’t think you wanted to, anymore.

“You told me not to talk to you…” Tanjirou started, speaking so quietly, you wondered if he thought anything louder would break you. His fingers were carding through your hair in a matter of seconds, Tanjirou distracting himself from the topic at hand. He was warmer than you remembered, so much more homey and inviting and protective. You couldn’t help but melt into him, even if your instincts screamed for you not to. “It hurt so much… you said all these terrible things, and you told me… you said you things would be better if I left you alone to die.” He tugged you a little closer, and willingly, you let him draw you in, taking comfort in the mere presence of another human. “I couldn’t do that, so I thought if I didn’t bother you, you might enjoy being here. After a while, I mean.”

The guilt was automatic, reflexive. “I didn’t know you’d really-”

“Of course, I shouldn’t have taken you so seriously.” You nearly whimpered when he pulled away, grinning so brightly as he cupped your cheeks, but you kept yourself content by leaning into his palm, never letting his skin leave yours. “You were so emotional, I should’ve known you weren’t in the right state of mind to make those kinds of decisions. Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me? Poor thing, you must’ve thought I was ignoring you all that time.”

He must’ve gone on, but his words faded into the background with each passing word. You considered cutting in, telling him you’d been rightfully mad and you were still mad, if only to stifle his infantilizing habits. You opened your mouth, ready to interrupt, but…

But, you didn’t. Instead, you simply closed your eyes, lulling into the sound of his voice. It didn’t matter to you what he was saying anymore, not really.

You were just glad to be listening.

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lemonietrinket · 4 years

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Before the Sun Sets ||| Jae x Reader

Summary: The two of you were hopelessly in love, it was easy to tell for everyone—including the two of you. However neither of you had refused to act upon it, and though love may be powerful, there is always the possibility of it waning. Someone inevitably had to break, before the love did. And so it fell to the final afternoon for a difference to be made.

Genre: Nervous fluff, some light angst, otherwise just fluff Warning(s): It’s a confession fic so expect saccharine nerves Word Count: 2293 Song(s): Serenade - (Hoony Solo) Winner, Mist - Ateez, You Can Stay - Stray Kids

AN: A request from anon, I’m sorry it took so long! I wasn’t feeling a lot of creativity for a while and literally like started completely again after like several thousand words, so this one is a little bit shorter but I think much better in quality. Sort of inspired by this comeback’s teasers

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It was quiet, gently so, with the sun sending cascades of gold through the streets as it set after a relaxed day out at the beach. The rays grazed the pink hued clouds as the sky shone in radiant amber light, gracing you with a halo upon your seaswept hair while you skipped through the dappled shadows of the trees.

You were in reach—much like you had been the entire time, but Jae opted to place this worry aside for the sake of achieving success—to the point he could almost hear his future with you, your laughter whispering across the air. He’d never heard it so close before. It was if the gradually waning afternoon sun had brought it forward to him, to encourage the beating of his heart and the rising heat in his cheeks. He never blushed otherwise, after all.

It was time. For what exactly, Jae wasn’t sure. He had an idea, as this would be the perfect time to confess. But he couldn’t deny the lingering tones of an impending end. Sure, he was ready to practically burst, but it wasn’t that severe. He’d liked you for so long now, who could never imagine a world where he didn’t.

Mere steps away, that laughter was directed to his bandmate as he told you an animated story, his deep voice striving in intonation and octave. You shrieked when Dowoon shook his head, aging his voice for you so as to impersonate an elderly character and Jae sighed. He would never regret helping the youngest come out of his shell, not once, but he felt the pang in his chest as he realised just how happy he made you. He wanted to be the one. The only one.

He shook his head. Now was not time to lose hope or courage.

All he had to do was take a single long stride, ask you, and then he had the prime opportunity to open that loud mouth of his and admit the feelings he’d been having this whole time. The ones that threatened to cleave his heart in two so cleanly if they weren’t acted upon.

He levied himself, words spinning on the cogs of a machine in his head and formulating a sentence: it would only take one to get him started, it was all he needed.

Jae took the step, a deep breath passing through his lips, as his feet drew him close to you, then at your side, to where he wanted—no needed—to be.

He found himself sandwiched between you and your arguably closest friend rather awkwardly, shoulders pressed in to accommodate for his intrusion. But as his eyes glanced up and caught sight of the block of flats where they called home, he tossed the nerves aside the best he could. Now was not the time for worry.

Without a glance to Dowoon, something that he hoped would not be taken at all personally, he let his gaze fall onto you and your awe-striking features framed in the afternoon’s gold.

And with the nicest, suavest grin he figured he could ever pull, he let that one word he needed to let the others coalesce fall from his lips.

“Howdy.”

You didn’t take Jae’s sudden appearance at all negatively. Far from it: the sight of his face sent a rush through your veins more potent than any alcohol, leaving you briefly fuzzy in the head and a beam of your own rising to your cheeks.

Nothing could prepare you for many of his antics, as he always found a way to befuddle you with his sudden anecdotes and quote-worthy answers. This time, too, was no different.

As soon as he greeted you, your gently curved eyes widened in surprise as low giggles bubbled from your chest—as if the butterflies that resided there and rose to greet him were beginning to set themselves free. It didn’t help that Dowoon just behind his shoulder pulled an exaggerated expression in incredulosity, squished up to the walled fencing of the street.

“Howdy,” you returned, meeting his gaze set all the way above you. It never stopped amazing you how easily he could make your laugh, or how hard it was to tear your eyes away from his charming smile—even if it, like this one, was a tad on the unnerving side. You preferred to not think upon the slight delay you noticed in your actions.

“What can we do for you, Mr Park?”

“Hmm,” Jae thought for a while, heart pumping as he took the next step with ease, “I think it’s less of a plural and more of a singular scenario.”

It took a few moments to understand what he meant, you had to admit, but Dowoon was on the ball. “Aish, you could just ask!” He pouted, though it was faux for the most part as he quickly settled back into a grin, falling back to harass talk to Sungjin instead.

At last the two of you were left in peace. However, that was only part of this step. He had to ask you the rest as of yet, and you were drawing closer to home.

“Ok, you kicked poor Dowoon out, so what are you after?” you enquired with a sly chuckle and folded arms. You weren’t mad at all—how could you be? The person who you who had captured your heart so easily and nonchalantly wanted to not only be alone with you, was in the process of doing so.

Oh how you wished you didn’t drift across the pavement to give him space out of reflex. You wanted to stay as close to him as possible, to hold those fingers roughened by guitar strings between your own, let them bathe in the light of the slowly setting sun as you walked. But you couldn’t. Why? Your internal questioning wasn’t directed in the normal fashion, you were rather questioning your apparent cowardice. The excuses you had made all along whisked through your brain as you continued to stare at his crinkled fringe and plush lips that seemed more enticing than ever before.

“I was wondering if you wanted to watch the sun set, since it’s so nice out,” Jae explained, barely able to reciprocate your gaze. He leant in instead, daring to push you and himself one further, whispering, “And I stole the manager’s card so we can get extra snacks.”

You grinned, nibbling o the corner of your lip as you prayed to the heavens that no blush had risen significantly to your cheeks at his words. “I’m in, as long as you promise to hide them in my hiding spot this time.”

“Deal.”

The timing was very nearly off, your acceptance coming just before you had to turn to the main entrance, but fortune was on your side. You called over your shoulder, briefly instructing the others to not wait for you, you were just going to continue your walk and make the most of the weather.

“After all the weather forecast predicts rain tomorrow!”

“Yeah, severe storms! Awful! Floods in the streets!”

“Exactly! We may not see the sun for another week!”

It was was not true in the slightest, and the faces that were before you didn’t show a single sign of believing you—composed of mere nods and pressed smiles—and neither was it necessary, because as soon as your backs were turned, your four roommates immediately exchanged a knowing look, filled with a range of joy, relief and disdain.

But there you went nonetheless, making excuses for yourselves.

It didn’t matter for now, the focus was much more importantly upon the events that followed, as there was still much to go wrong.

The two of you threaded through the streets leading further out of town, barely running into another soul as you found yourselves back by the beach, though this time at the top of the hills that curbed it in parts.

The wind didn’t help you as you attempted to ease your fingers through your bedraggled locks, not that you really minded. You had decided to wash it upon your return home.

And so you let your thoughts swirl as they wished, following the lines of his shoulders and back beneath his loose shirt, wondering if you could ever trace them beneath your fingers in the real world. You let yourself be consumed by the daydreams of a plausible future that you longed for; waking up to his dishevelled hair resting upon a pillow beside yours, feeling him flush against you as he joking sat on your lap instead, hearing his voice sing and harmonise the most dreary of days, all the things that you’d done as close friends but this time could do as a couple.

Partners. Lovers. Together. A future constantly bathed in golden sunrises and sunsets.

You felt like it was closer than ever now, but so were the nerves. There was no doubt you loved him, and you were sure your affection was mutual but fear always kept you back.

It was at this moment that Jae came to a stop. You had reached an area free of underbrush and the odd dog-walker, with a clear view of the sun. Its belly was brushing the horizon as Jae settled his gangly limbs against the grass, and you very nearly forgot to join him after being distracted by the ombre shades that it cast upon the approaching clouds.

“Don’t look at it for too long,” he advised once you’d joined him upon the hilltop.

You chuckled, glancing at the orb that gave you warmth, but returning to him. He was capable of giving you so much more. “It’s still unsafe to look at, I know.”

“Don’t want those eyes of yours getting hurt,” he iterated his own falling to the mildly prickly blades of green around him, “they’re too pretty for that.”

His final words had been mumbled, caught by the same slight breeze that made you drape your hands across your bare arms.

Silence fell over the two of you once again, and it for a while appeared the same stalemate was going to occur once again. You both turned your attentions to the flourishing crimsons and encroaching indigo of the sky, wishing you could turn them toward the other and take in the beauty of their face instead.

Upon the dimming light of the afternoon giving way to the evening and night, you felt something begin to tug at your heart, cold rippling across your skin. You didn’t want to be cold.

Meanwhile Jae sat mute in a different way. He had expected to speak again right after he complimented you and then the words just tumbled away. He’d seen you turn your head to the horizon and he’d done the same. You were more insync than you’d perhaps first realised. All while he stared absently at the arching flames of the sky, the true fire blazed in his heart, heat breaking through to his ears and leaving his heart pounding. He didn’t want to be so hot.

You were so close, his hand right by yours in the grass. Neither of you had to move far to stretch across the centimetres of shadow and hold one another.

Nothing happened for the longest time. The wind played with the crests of the sea, the salt fell across the air and the small trees behind you rustled in hushed whispers.

And then, with a flurry of emotion and energy, your hands jumped and clashed, knuckles meeting fingertips, and you turned to look at one another in the dying light.

The two of you laughed at the accident, pulling away but not far. You pouted sheepishly, rubbing where the contact had been made. Until Jae once again bridged the gap, properly this time, and took your hurt hand into his.

He rubbed his course fingertips across the back of your palm tenderly, and though it was far from a serious injury you’d never thought you’d feel pain disappear so quickly. He was so gentle with you, and his touch alone seeped warmth through your system. You wanted more.

The touch of your cool hand soothed his nerves too, and he felt the constriction lying on his chest lessen, able to finally open his lips at last.

You had wondered why he had been so quiet, as you never would have expected this moment to be done in silence. But the more you considered it, you wouldn’t change a thing.

He didn’t need to apologise here, the caress of his lips pressed against your hand as he kissed it apologised enough for him. Much like he neither needed to speak to comfort you, or confess to let you know he loved you.

You knew mostly anyway, but his actions spoke larger than his smart words ever could.

You shifted across the grass and in an instant he embraced you in his warmth, his hands gripping at your shirt desperately as if you could slip away at any moment.

Nuzzling your nose into his neck, you breathed in his salt-tinged scent and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the chaste kisses you pressed there got your message across.

Soon he pulled apart from you, but only to take your cheeks into his hands and kiss you properly. You melted into his lips, hands clutching to him and letting him seep into every corner of your being, while he was overcome with security. He finally had you, and he could sink into you just as he wanted to.

You exchanged no words as the sun finally fell beneath the horizon, but none were needed. The gold reflected you, and even though it faded into the deep evening, it would continue to shine for you.

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AN: idk what you guys think of my makeshift paragraph breaks, idk if theyre any good but until tumblr makes some proper ones fuk u tumbler theyre going to be what i use rather than dots (which make the formatting look a bit weird? imo?)

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saltyromanov · 5 years

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Hc idea incoming: Carol and Nat havent been dateing long and nat has always been kind of more dominant in bed so far. theyre cooking dinner one night and when nat makes a sassy remark carol smacks her with the spatula and nat moans accidently and carol realizes shes into being spanked lol

Despite the fact that Natasha held her cards fairly close to her chest, Carol was still of the impression that she had gotten a pretty good read on her girlfriend. They hadn’t really known each other very long, and had been dating for even less time, but still - Carol was confident she had gotten to know the real Natasha.

The woman she had fallen for was many things, some more surprising than others. Carol could still remember the first time she tried to slip out of bed on a morning only to feel Natasha snuggling back into her side and wrapping her arms around her body so she couldn’t escape. Carol hadn’t expected Natasha to be so clingy on a morning. But you didn’t need to be dating Natasha to know that she liked to be in control. You could see it with the way she liked to lead her team. It even transferred into unimportant tasks like how the groceries had to be put away just right and the way she scolded Carol for not making the bed on a morning. Natasha could be bossy and demanding in wanting things her way, in more ways than one. Not that Carol minded it. She’d even go so far as to say she enjoyed it. It was something she found wildly attractive about Natasha, but of course she was always open to more if that was a possibility. Something that only came to the surface one evening when they were cooking dinner together.

“That’s too much salt.”

Natasha scoffed at the comment, placing the shaker back down and peeking into the pot of sauce Carol was stirring, “I know what I’m doing.”

“You so clearly don’t.” teased Carol, glancing across at the woman beside her, “And you’re gonna ruin my food again.”

Nudging Carol with her hip gently, Natasha rolled her eyes, “You’re not as good a cook as you think you are.”

With a dramatic gasp, Carol’s mouth dropped open in mock shock as she looked up from what she was doing. It was supposed to be a joke; picking up the spatula from the counter they were standing in front of and smacking Natasha playfully on the ass. But what happened next changed the atmosphere in the room considerably - the sound of the smack was quickly followed by a low moan as Natasha’s hand came down to grip the edge of the counter and she dropped her head forward with a huff.

Carol actually almost laughed in surprise, a second pause as she processed what had just happened was followed by a sly grin as she tilted her body and ducked her head in an attempt to look Natasha in the eye, “What was that?”

“Nothing.” Natasha actually cringed as her voice came out noticeably higher, keeping her eyes pointed downward as she ran her tongue over her lower lip and tried to keep her expression neutral.

Carol’s grin only widened, reaching up to tuck Natasha’s hair behind her ear so she could see her face better, “Are you sure? Kind of sounded like you enjoyed that.”

Natasha scratched the side of her nose with a shake of her head, “Nope.”

Leaning closer, Carol rested her chin on Natasha’s shoulder and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I don’t believe you.”

There was no chance for Natasha to plead her innocence further as Carol smacked her on the ass again, harder this time so it caused Natasha to let out a hiss at the sting. Her grip tightened on the counter edge, knuckles paling slightly as she let out a soft “fuck” under her breath and let her eyes drift close.

A dark chuckle left Carol’s lips, pressing a kiss to Natasha’s shoulder as she dropped the utensil back onto the counter so she could wrap an arm around Natasha’s waist and pull her body flush against her own. She left another, slightly messier kiss just underneath Natasha’s ear this time before speaking lowly against her skin, “Aw baby, you do like that don’t you?”

Natasha almost couldn’t believe how turned on she felt, her breathing coming out heavy and her skin flushing hot as her pussy throbbed and all she could manage was a quiet, breathy “Yes.”

There was nothing gentle about Carol’s touch as she ran her hand down Natasha’s waist, over her hip and down to her ass to give it a firm squeeze, “You want another, you only have to ask.”

Carol stepped a little to the side, her body half behind Natasha’s as her other hand came down to join the first, roughly skimming over Natasha’s waist in a way that had the red head subconsciously backing up to press herself into Carol.

The fact the mood shift had come almost out of nowhere didn’t seem to matter any more, Natasha grateful for the counter to hold onto for some kind of support as Carol used strong, possessive hands to squeeze and grope at her body. Leaning over Natasha’s shoulder, Carol spoke quietly in her girlfriend’s ear, “Is that what you want, baby?”

Sucking in a breath, Natasha’s chest was rising and falling rapidly now as this time she didn’t even bother trying to deny it and simply gave a hurried nod of her head, something that earned her a satisfied smile and a quick squeeze to her ass as Carol stepped slightly further behind her.

Natasha’s heart pounded in her chest as she waited for what Carol might do next, the blonde’s lips connecting with the spot where Natasha’s shoulder met her neck before she moved further back so that there was a little distance between the two of them. All that could be heard was Natasha’s heavy breathing as Carol didn’t move for a moment, simply enjoying watching the sight of her girlfriend so worked up for her. Natasha was about to turn and look at Carol, impatience getting the better of her as she found herself craving her to just touch her again.

But she didn’t get the opportunity to turn, a loud gasp spilling from her lips and she collapsed further against the counter as Carol’s hand connected hard with her ass.

“Oh god.” groaned Natasha, head falling forward again as she bit down on her lip in a pointless attempt at keeping at least an ounce of her composure.

Carol breathed out a laugh, eyes darkening at the way Natasha was reacting to her. Skimming her hands over Natasha’s hips, she pulled the red head back against her again and rested her chin on her shoulder, “Now what do you say, Natasha?”

A quiet moan was all Natasha could manage at first, her hips moving slightly as she tried to subtly grind herself back against Carol’s body. However the feeling of Carol’s teeth grazing the side of her neck and an impatient squeeze of her waist prompted her to answer her girlfriend’s question, taking a deep breath for air as she turned her head in the direction of the woman behind her, “Thank you.”

#ngl this ask got me low key hot and bothered when i first opened it #carolnat #carol danvers x natasha romanoff #carol x natasha #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #carol danvers smut #natasha romanoff smut #black widow #captain marvel #marvel fanfiction #abby.txt

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loser-writings · 4 years

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Since he definitely doesnt get enough love, how about the nsfw alphabet for twice?

N/SFW Alphabet || Jin Bubaigawara || Twice

For his birthday! It’s a day late, but I hope you enjoy

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Twice is pretty caring actually after sex. He may not be running you a bath, but he will clean you both up, toss you his button up shirt, and grab you something to drink.

When he lays back down, he will hold you close and play with your hair. Also fairly good with pillow talk if you can ignore his split personality butting in now and then. He also is extremely chatty after so he will talk and hold you close.

If you are one to fall asleep right after, he might pull you against his chest and trail his fingers up and down your back, humming or praising you til you’re asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He honestly doesn’t like a lot about him. He is pretty insecure about his body, especially the scar on his forehead, but if you forced him to pick something then he would say his hands.

He loves how rough his hands are. The years of playing guitar and villain work making them rough yet he feels like they’re extremely manly. It’s hard to express, but he loves them a lot.

On his lover, he admires a lot about them but he has to admit that legs are his favorite, but specifically your thighs. He loves to pick you up and hold your thighs in his hands, see how different clothes show off your legs, and if you sit on his bed in nothing but his shirt and underwear, he can’t help but admire your legs.

His split personality also will loudly comment about your legs, so let’s hope that you aren’t bashful.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It really depends on his mood because sometimes he wants really intimate sex that has him cumming deep inside you, or he wants to be borderline disgusting (As long as you are okay with it of course)

Not saying that facials turn him on but if he is in the nasty mood, then please let him cum on your face. Seeing you a mess just for him makes him not only feel special, but REALLY gets him going.

He also is a bit of a heavy producer and it can be pretty thick, so shit like creampies just sort of happen.

He actually doesn’t taste all that bad either. He really loves fruit and tries to fit them in his diet as much as possible, so he tastes fairly sweet.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not that he would be interested in a threeway, but he would be. He would never bring it up to you though, so the only way you would find out about this is if you were to bring it up to him.

He also is a switch, so if you want to peg him go for it. Like if you brought it up, you would see him nod quickly and clearly get excited by the idea of being submissive since he is usually thrown into a more dominant role without much thought.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is fairly experienced. He went a bit wild during his teens and early twenties, so he knows what he is doing. Since the incident though, he lost a lot of confidence

F = Favorite position (Gif Link included!)

Ahaha [Click for visual]

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This man gets so into it that he can’t help but have some goofy moments. They’re never intentional, but they just sort of happen and he hopes that you roll with it.

He never takes it too seriously since he views sex as something that should be fun and enjoyable, so why be serious when you can be giggly? He is all for giggly sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t completely bare, but he keeps his shit pretty damn close to it. He hates hair down there only because it interferes with his villain suit, and cause its just something that overwhelms him. Theyre a bit darker than the hair on his head if they do grow out a bit though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

God he is one of the most romantic people and nobody can fight me on this. If he is sleeping with you, it's because he truly does trust you and it shows. He will babble praise in your ear and comment about how amazing you look

Sometimes he gets so into it that he just lets a few tears out. He absolutely loves feeling special so if you make him feel loved and cared for, expect him to pull you closer and cry against you. They’re always happy tears though

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This guy honestly has no shame. If he gets needy, then why the hell should he not give himself what he wants? Hopefully you don’t mind that cause you are almost guaranteed to walk in on him.

Not to mention he may have a slight kink for humiliation and getting caught. Only by you though, if it was anybody else than he would have a shit-fit. Like full panic mode activated.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise || Seriously PRAISE THIS MAN!!! He will be so soft and it pretty much makes the sex twice as sweet (no I don’t regret the pun) not to mention this man constantly needs reassurance? So pretty much be vocal and promise him that he is doing an amazing job. He really appreciates it.

Morning sex || Is this a kink? Well it is now. Sex right as you both wake up is something Jin would die for. The soft mumbles, the sun warming your bodies in just the right way, and being fully relaxed makes him cry like a little baby in your arms. Like he is complete putty in your arms.

Switch || Not a kink, I know. This man is just a COMPLETE switch and he isn’t afraid of being a hard dom, a soft dom, a complete brat, or one of the most obedient babies. He is completely okay with whatever you want when you want it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Okay here me out but like...take this man in the back seat of his car and he will be all fucking for it. Like he will let you ride him until he is in tears while his hands are bound by the seatbelt, just a complete whimpering and crying mess because its all so good.

The classic bed is also a close one. Its just so soft and loving that he can’t help but be a total mess for it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I think everybody agrees that Love or the Illusion of love would be enough to keep him going. It doesn’t matter if you are just manipulating him to do what you want or if you actually love him, you just have to act like you care about him. Like do the bare minimum and he will be all yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can handle light bondage on himself, but nothing that he can't untangle himself from. If he starts to panic and feels himself splitting, being bound will only make him panic more. Because of this, he avoids binding his wrists, arms, and legs. His torso? As long as it’s not too tight. He really enjoys how beautiful Shibari looks though, but he just can’t handle it if it keeps him from moving,

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Bro this man is a GOD at oral. Like let him please you, he can have you crying if he can focus on something other than chatting. Once he gets focused and in the zone though, he will have you trembling and will force you through one of the most intense orgasms. After, he will rather give you one of the most excited looks, expecting praise and rewards for his good work, or the most lustful, half lidded gaze as if he is completely intoxicated.

When receiving though, he is the whiniest baby. Like hands will be tangled in your hair, his back will arch off the bed, his hips will buck in your mouth, and he will be crying. Tears are a promise, not a threat here. He just feels so well taken care of that he can’t help but cry

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It switches honestly. He genuinely loves both, and he tries his best to stay consistent, but god he can’t help it. Sometimes he just h a s to slam into you and hear you cry out. It’s all so good to him and he keeps you on your toes this way, but its always so rewarding.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them! Just like the J/O headcanon, why would he tell you no if you both are in a mood? He is eager to please even if its just a quick 5 minutes in the car or closet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Anything you want to do, he will at least try. Sure, he might have tried some things in the past, but he might enjoy it now that some time has passed! The only thing he told you no on was him being tied up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He really puts his all into the first round, so the most you can get out of him is about two rounds even though he will try to do a third if you want more. He honestly just needs a moment to recover though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He really isn’t the biggest fan of toys? Like sure, he may have a couple but he really never sees a need for them when he has you. He also loves knowing that its him thats making you feel so good, not just some toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys teasing so much more than being teased, but he doesn’t tease intentionally for very long since he gets impatient easily.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is??? S o fucking loud?

When he is dom, he grunts and groans a lot, praise spilling from his lips like none other. He loves telling you how good you feel as well as mumbling how dirty you are.

When he is sub, god just expect a noise complaint. He is so fucking loud and he cries out a lot. Poor thing just gets sensitive easily.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can sometimes get panicky during sex and will need a break to calm down. When this happens, you have to go into full comfort mode. He will feel SO guilty over it all and really just needs you to tell him that it’s all okay. Also, if you get him his mask, he will calm down a lot quicker

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay like...Hear me out.

Twice is a BIG dude. Like...solid 9 inches and pretty girthy too. Like he totally has accidentally hurt somebody before with how big he is. He is actually really scared about hurting someone again because of this.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ehhh Id say moderate to high. It definitely increases when he has a S/O, but normally it can be a bit above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It honestly depends. If he topped and nothing too extreme, he will be pretty chatty and can have a boost of energy. If he subbed, he is out within a few minutes. Because of this, hold him close and reassure him that he is okay. After he falls asleep, clean him up, throw his favorite pajamas on him, and relax with him.

#Jin Bubaigawara #mha imagines #mha x reader #MHA Twice #Mha Twice x reader #N/sfw alphabet #mha N/sfw #BNHA N/sfw #N/sfw #mha alphabet #sfw alphabet #Twice x reader #twice headcanons

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wendy falls trying to grab something and the pain of landing on her wrist throws her into regression which none of the girls had ever had any experience with and don’t know what to do

i rolled a four sided dice (on google wheeze) and got joy so here we go

there are many dangers when it comes to baking, seungwan knows. even so, she never could have anticipated this one.

its on one of their rest days between promotions when she finally gets around to having the time to bake cookies for everyone, and seungwan is elated. shes in the kitchen, bustling around gathering all the tools and ingredients she’ll need, opening and closing kitchen cabinets and drawers.

its then that she remembers having left the bag of chocolate chips in one of the upper cabinets, out of easy reach just to discourage any of the members from trying to eat them before she can even use them.

and so seungwan drags one of the stools up to the counter, then carefully steps onto it. its with a grin that she opens the cabinet to see the bag of chocolates, untouched and unopened.

when she shuffles a bit closer to grab for it, her foot misses the surface of the stool.

and then seungwan slips off with a cry of surprise.

yerim is the closest to the kitchen when from it comes a yelp followed by a crash. shes up and out of her seat, stumbling toward the kitchen where the sound of wailing breaks out, and the sight that greets her when she enters makes her eyes widen in alarm. “unnie!”

seungwan is lying on the ground, awkwardly twisted on her side, face contorted in pain and messy with tears, crying loudly.

yerim drops to her knees just as seulgi, joohyun, and sooyoung barge in behind her. she isnt sure what to do, hands hovering hesitantly over seungwans fallen form, afraid to touch her where she might be injured. the way shes sobbing so uncontrollably makes it all the more nerve-wracking.

“her arm,” joohyun speaks up quickly, dropping to her knees beside yerim. seungwans cries are shrill, terrifying in a way theyve never heard her sound before. “seungwan-ah, we’re going to sit you up, can you breathe for me?”

its like seungwan cant hear her. sooyoung moves around to seungwans other side as joohyun continues to murmur gentle encouragements, and her arm slides around seungwans back in support as yerim and joohyun carefully pull her upright. shes choking on her sobs now, tears sliding down flushed cheeks as shes propped up against sooyoungs chest, shuddering cries wracking her small frame.

“its her wrist. she hurt her wrist,” yerim immediately points out, and their eyes collectively fall to seungwans hand. the skin is bruised, dark and discolored.

“unnie, youre okay, youre okay, can you take deep breaths with me?” sooyoung soothes, smoothing back seungwans hair as joohyun tells seulgi to get an ice pack, her lips brushing seungwans ear. seungwan only chokes on another pained cry, shaking her head frantically.

sooyoung quickly slides herself to sit down properly before carefully guiding seungwan into her lap, cradled against her chest. seungwan immediately turns her face into her neck, trembling in her arms, her uninjured hand desperately clutching onto sooyoungs shirt.

shes hiccuping through strained cries, likely from tiring her voice, and sooyoung rubs soothing circles against her back as she presses her lips to seungwans temple, murmuring softy. “im right here, unnie, youre okay. just breathe for me.”

“n-not unnie,” seungwan sobs in a shaky voice. she lifts her hand up, as if to wipe her face, then whimpers at the movement. yerim quickly guides her hand away and into her lap, fingers coiled gently around her forearm.

“wan-ah,” sooyoung says then, switching immediately, her fingers carding through seungwans hair. seungwan sniffles against the crook of her neck, the tears staining her cheeks wetting sooyoungs skin as she cries quietly. “wan-ah, youre okay, sooyoungie’s here.”

seulgi returns then with an ice pack wrapped in a small towel, and she kneels next to yerim before carefully pressing it against seungwans wrist. “youre okay, its just a little bruise, wannie.” she tries to smile reassuringly, but seungwan jerks at the touch of the ice pack.

“c-cold,” she hiccups tearfully as she attempts to pull her arm away.

“yerim-ah,” joohyun quickly says, but yerim is already tightening her grip around seungwans arm, murmuring “i got her” as she gently but firmly keeps it anchored in her lap. seulgi moves the ice pack back against her wrist with a soft “sorry, wannie.”

sooyoung holds seungwan securely against her as she begins to squirm and cry louder. “wan-ah, the ice will help it hurt less, its okay,” she tries to explain, rocking her to calm her down. “its all right. youre okay, wannie.”

“mama,” seungwan cries in a small, wobbly voice, and all of them freeze. they watch as seungwan shakes her head back and forth against sooyoung, sobbing weakly into her neck. “mama, h-hurts.”

“her mom?” seulgi whispers in confusion as joohyun furrows her eyebrows. sooyoung cradles the back of seungwans head, keeping her tucked close against her chest, exchanging worried and puzzled glances with the others.

yerim has been watching seungwan closely, and she speaks up then. “no, i think she means you, sooyoung-unnie,” she says slowly. seulgi and joohyun look at yerim in surprise as sooyoungs eyes widen.

“me?” sooyoung asks hesitantly.

“its a hunch,” yerim admits, but her eyes are still trained on seungwans trembling form, the way she looks too fragile and vulnerable. hiding her face in sooyoungs neck, hiccuping unsteadily. “shes only been responding to you.”

sooyoungs lips part in surprise, realization dawning on her. “wannie,” she says tentatively against seungwans ear, keeping her voice low and soothing. “can you look at—at mama, for me?”

theres a shaky, nervous sniffle, but then they watch as seungwan slowly moves her head away from sooyoungs neck. puffy, watery eyes look up at her, and sooyoungs heart wrenches at the sight of cheeks flushed and shiny with tears, at the way her lip wobbles.

“oh, baby,” sooyoung whispers in a heartbroken voice, and her hands cradle seungwans face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks as seungwan whimpers in her lap, fresh tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. “im so sorry, wannie. mama’s—mama’s here.”

“hurts,” seungwan hiccups again, squirming to clutch onto sooyoung. yerims fingers wrapped around her injured hand stop her from fully doing so, so sooyoung quickly shifts closer to pull seungwan back against herself, tucked close.

“i know, baby, i know,” she whispers soothingly, letting seungwan press her face back against her neck. she runs her fingers through seungwans hair, feeling her her breathing begin to calm.

“im going to get tissues,” joohyun murmurs quietly, rising from her knees. she looks down at them, gaze moving to rest over seungwan last, heavy with concern. “sooyoung-ah, can you carry her to the couch?”

sooyoung nods. “yes, unnie.”

joohyun turns to yerim and seulgi then. “go with her, make sure wan doesnt move her wrist too much,” she directs, and they both nod in acknowledgement.

they all get to their feet then. sooyoung is the last to stand, careful and slow so as to not jostle seungwan cradled in her arms, who only lets out a small whimper into her shoulder.

“ive got you, baby, mama’s here. we’re just going to the couch, okay?” sooyoung reassures. yerim holds onto seungwans forearm, and after nodding at sooyoung, they both begin to move to the living room, seulgi trailing behind them. joohyun disappears into the hallway.

sooyoung sits down on the couch with seungwan settled in her lap, yerim seated next to them. seulgi hands her the ice pack, which yerim presses against the bruised skin of seungwans wrist. the touch startles seungwan, who lets out a small cry.

sooyoung shushes her quickly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of seungwans head. “its okay, baby, its just ice. youre okay. mama has you.”

a hand holds out a tissue from behind her, which sooyoung accepts gratefully.

“thank you, unnie,” she whispers, and joohyun nods, settling the box down next to where shes seated. she gestures for yerim to move away so she can take her place as sooyoung gently coaxes seungwans face away from her neck again, dabbing at her tear-stained cheeks with the tissue. seungwans hiccups, leaning feebly into her touch.

theyre all quiet now, watching as sooyoung lets seungwan curl against her after drying her tears, rubbing her back in slow, calming circles and murmuring soothingly into her ear. an occasional sniffle comes from seungwan, but shes no longer trembling, and her cries have quieted.

gradually, sooyoung feels seungwans breathing begin to even out, exhales soft as small puffs of air tingle the skin of her neck.

“shes asleep,” sooyoung mouths to the others. joohyun nods, and relief seems to flood into the room, relaxing all of them as seulgi slumps back into the couch and yerim lets out a sigh of relief.

“lets let her rest,” joohyun says quietly, loosening her grip around seungwans forearm. when no one moves from their seats, the corner of her lips tug up in slight amusement. theyre all too worried to go anywhere else.

“do we know whats going on with wannie?” seulgi tentatively whispers.

its silent for a minute, everyones gazes falling back to seungwan.

“we’ll ask her when she wakes up,” joohyun says finally, after a long moment.

sooyoung wraps her arms around seungwan a little tighter.

—

its a few hours later when seungwan wakes up groggily to soft murmurs and the hum of the stove from the kitchen. she yawns, slowly cracking open her eyes, then comes face to face with sooyoung, whos watching her carefully.

“sooyoungie?” she mumbles sleepily.

“unnie,” sooyoung says, gauging, and seungwan furrows her eyebrows, realizing shes curled up in sooyoungs lap and starting to wonder why, before her hazy memory begins to remember what happened as she sees sooyoung holding the ice pack to her wrist.

“oh—oh my god, shit!” seungwan yells in surprise, stuttering and jerking and almost falling off the couch. she scrambles to get out of sooyoungs lap, apologizing profusely as her eyes water and her vision blurs.

its hard for her to breathe, she feels herself trembling as she gasps frantically, chest suddenly too tight. distantly, she hears sooyoung murmuring something as the commotion from the kitchen cuts off abruptly.

seungwan starts to cry, her brain fuzzy, feeling herself slipping again because shes still sleepy and tired and feels so bad.

“its age regression,” sooyoung finally bursts out, holding seungwan against her as she hyperventilates in her arms. “you regress to a younger age, i know, i searched it up. wan-ah, its okay. its okay.”

seungwan is still apologizing through shaky, frantic gasps, tears sliding down her face, but sooyoung pulls her close and shushes her, now brave enough and more understanding.

“deep breaths, wan-ah, just breathe,” sooyoung whispers, and eventually she feels seungwan slowly relax against her, slumping weakly against her chest, taking shuddering breaths, slowly returning to herself. sooyoung kisses her temple, rubbing her back.

“i-im so sorry,” seungwan apologizes hoarsely again after a moment.

“theres nothing to apologize for,” sooyoung says firmly, shaking her head. her heart aches with so much love, so much adoration, its almost overwhelming. “i’m so happy you trust me enough—trust me to be your mama.”

seungwan sniffles against her. “t-thank you, sooyoungie,” she whispers tiredly, closing her eyes, and sooyoung presses a soft, soothing smile against her hair.

#red velvet #wenjoy #wendy #joy #ot5 #age regression #sfw #answered #thank you for the ask! im not sure how good this is though #first time writing this #this is way longer than i ever planned

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phobiadeficient · 5 years

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what if, Sniper is a little on the bottom spectrum and at first he has a hard time knowing what to do to Scout. He's just overwhelmed with feelies which ends up in Scout kinda taking a lead most of the time. Scout gets a bit frustrated bc he thinks Sniper doesnt really enjoy what theyre doing, so Scout puts Snipes on the spot and asks him clearly what's bothering him. Snipes ends up telling him the things he'd fantasized about doing but has held back. Then they both get super confident :>

dude you can’t just roll in here with these galaxy brain takes, the world aint prepared for them yet!! like damn go off

Scout pulled away from his lips with a wet smack, and when he spoke, his voice was suddenly very much not suited to the mood in the room, tone bright and focused rather than quiet and playful. “Okay, so here’s the thing.”

Sniper frowned at it, prickling immediately. It felt like a dynamic had shifted all at once. And with him lying there with his hands tied to the headboard, bare down to his waist and pinned under Scout’s weight on his thighs, he wasn’t sure he wanted too significant a dynamic shift. “Yeah?” he asked slowly, trying to get a read on Scout.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Scout assured quickly, hands lying on his chest, applying a light and admittedly soothing pressure. “I just wanted to, uh, talk about somethin’ real quick. And you kinda have this thing of tryin’ to avoid conversations like this because it makes you all nervous and stuff and I just sorta figured it would be a lot easier to talk to you when I kinda had you, uh…”

A pause.

“Okay, so the only word I can think of right now is captive but that’s not the right word for it,” Scout said quickly. “Like, what’s the word for when you’ve got someone’s full and total attention? Like they’re totally just listening?”

“Focused?” Sniper tried.

“I guess? More like, uh… centered, maybe. I dunno. But you get what I mean, right?”

Sniper nodded hesitantly.

“Anyways. Uh. What was I sayin’, uh, focused… a conversation, right, okay. So here’s the thing,” Scout started in, shifting a little. “So for the past like, two month, basically since we kinda took the leap, y’know? Into, uh, more than just making out and whatever?”

Sniper nodded again.

“Well, that first time we just kinda jerked each other off since we were here in my place and I didn’t have any stuff to do anything else, then the time after that I had lube and so I rode you. And then I did that again the time after that, and the time after that. And I asked if you wanted to spice things up a little, and then I tied you down like this, and that was great, and then I rode you again. And, I dunno, it’s just…”

“…You’re getting bored?” Sniper tried, carefully.

“No, I’m not bored, I’m just…” An exhale. “I just kinda feel a little bit like you’re… I dunno. I’m worried you’re bored. Or, not bored, more like… not into it. It feels kinda like you’re just goin’ along with what I wanna do, just going through the motions sorta.”

Sniper felt a pang of guilt.

“Like, when we were sitting around and hanging out all the time, I could tell you were into it. When we were making out between matches and whatever, I could tell you were into it. And now we’ve tried doing this, and it feels like you just… not that you don’t like it, more that you don’t… I dunno. It feels like you’re just kinda along for the ride.”

“Not enthusiastic?” Sniper tried.

“Yeah. Exactly.” Scout was playing with his chest hair idly. “I just… is there somethin’ you want me to do that I’m not doin’? It’s… it’s okay if you aren’t… into this. I just want you to tell me, and… to talk to me. What’s up? What’s making you act all weird?”

Sniper considered the question. “I do like you,” he started out with, and that took away some of the storm clouds brewing behind Scout’s eyes. “I do. And I do… want you. I suppose I’m just…” He turned his words over a few times. “I’m not used to this sort of relationship. And I know some of the things I used to put up with, before this one, weren’t all that good for me, and I’m still… sorting out what I liked and what I made myself try and like. And… well, sex was always a centerpoint of those relationships. So I’m figuring out that I’m not as rock-solid as I thought, and I’m not sure how to ask for things that I do want.”

“So… what, should I ask you more? What you want?”

Sniper shrugged what amount he could.

“Well what do you want then?” Scout asked, chuckling, lightly dragging fingernails against Sniper’s sternum, a surprisingly pleasant sensation.

Sniper swallowed hard. He kind of wished he could look away inconspicuously, but Scout took up pretty much his whole field of view. He blinked once or twice instead. “Er,” he tried, hesitated. Sighed a little at himself. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Yeah,” Scout agreed without having to think about it too hard.

An inhale, an exhale. “Could you get down here at least?” he asked, and Scout smiled, leaning in and setting to work kissing over the expanse of Sniper’s neck, made easier when Sniper tilted his head obligingly.

“What’s up?” Scout asked, mouth free for only a moment before he was right back to work.

Sniper swallowed again. Steadied himself. “Want you to fuck me,” he admitted. “Hard.”

A moment of stillness was all the surprise Scout allowed himself to show. “What else?” he asked, voice teasing.

A breath. “I want you to stuff me full of a toy and fuck my mouth,” he admitted.

“What else?” Scout asked, and there was heat in his voice, in the way he carded fingers through Sniper’s hair and tugged. It made Sniper’s pulse thump.

“I want you to flip me over and eat me out and make me beg,” Sniper managed, voice tight with the combination of thrill and arousal.

A shaky breath from Scout, whose enthusiasm had only jumped with every phrase and who finally pulled back enough to kiss him hard on the mouth. “So the gist of it is that you wanna get fucked more?” he asked, a little out of breath as he pulled back again. Sniper nodded. “Hell yes.”

In the span of a moment, Scout had parted Sniper’s thighs and moved to sit between them, shucking him of his boxers with efficiency and only fumbling a little bit when he reached to grab the lube from where he’d put it a bit earlier.

“You wanna stay tied up for this?” Scout asked, eyeing the binding, and Sniper considered it for a moment before he nodded. “Okay. I’ll take it slow and all, we’ve got all night and I kinda—“

“You,” Sniper cut in, face flushing, and Scout stopped talking, looking back up at him from where he was warming the lube on his fingers. “You, er, won’t need to go terribly slow.”

Scout frowned. “What?”

“I…” He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. “Only been a few days is all. Tend to… when I’m sort of, er… taking care of things on my own, it’s… I’m not far out of practice, is what I mean.”

“Hot,” Scout quipped, and Sniper rolled his eyes, fighting down a grin. “Yeah, alright.”

While Sniper was still staring up at the ceiling, the first finger circled, pressed, and finally pushed, and he released a breath somewhere between surprise and relief.

Scout moved slowly at first, but soon enough started working him open with speed and confidence earned through experience. And once he was probably opened up enough to start in, he didn’t let up, instead moving to prod at Sniper’s prostate, pressing and rubbing in almost punishing movements, and all too soon Sniper was gasping, arching, unraveling enough to start making noises, cries of pleasure as the pressure didn’t let up. He bucked his hips almost desperately, and wailed outright when Scout promptly moved to pin one of his thighs beneath his knee, his free hand pushing the other into place there at the edge of his flexibility until he felt pinned open like a butterfly under glass. His thrashing and wriggling was then reserved for his waist up, eyes falling closed under the assault of pleasure on his senses, his dick woefully under-stimulated even as pleasure coursed through him strongly enough to make him lose track of words, of volume, of everything. His fists clenched up above his head, his eyes clenched shut, his toes curled, his breath caught.

A kiss just above his navel grounded him again, and he managed to blink his eyes open, looking down. Scout was smirking up at him, extremely self-satisfied as he allowed a brief reprieve in the assault on Sniper’s senses just to take in how wrecked Sniper already was. “God. If you weren’t beggin’ me to fuck you a little bit ago, I’d kinda be tempted to just get you off like this. You look real good, like nothin’ I’ve ever seen, even in those magazines.”

“I wasn’t begging,” Sniper protested, belated and weak.

“Heh.” Scout’s grin was sharp and sent a thrill through him, a quiver through his thighs and a spin through his head. “You will.”

“Like you won’t snap first,” Sniper managed, trying to work up his own courage, the task made easier by the way Scout was eyeing him, clearly extremely pleased with what all he saw, a vague kind of wonder. “Like you’re not desperate too. Bugger off with the superiority, mate, you know as well as I do that you want me.”

“Damn fucking right I want you, have you seen you?” Scout scoffed, and flickered his fingers, and Sniper’s head rolled back, a moan rising clear from his throat. “Fuckin’ look at you. Christ, I’d keep you like this all night if you’d let me. And if my dick didn’t just straight up pop first.”

“Don’t make me beg, Scout,” Sniper finally warned.

“Fine,” Scout laughed, and pressed hard one more time before he slid his fingers free, wiping them off on Sniper’s boxers and freeing himself from his own clothing. He then promptly grabbed Sniper by the calf and tossed his leg up over his shoulder, turning him nearly sideways. A moment of fumbling, and then the first push, and a firmer one when that didn’t get him much of anywhere.

Sniper managed to hold back the majority of his noises while Scout waited for him to adjust, shifting his arms in his bonds just slightly. And Scout was sweet enough to wait until he was well past ready, until he was earnestly rolling his hips and trying to get that sweet friction.

Scout stroked a hand over his thigh soothingly, moving in short, firm strokes as he tried to find the right angle. Long moments, long attempts, and then he seemed to realize he needed to shift them, moving to pull Sniper’s other leg up as well, pinning it back and making his lower half jerk off the bed as finally he shifted and rolled his hips just right.

“Buggering—“ Sniper started to swear, and then Scout did it again, and his voice jumped up an octave. “Oh, oh Christ, ffff—fuck me, Scout,” he practically pleaded, head rolling back listlessly.

A breath from Scout, and then he did, starting into a rhythm, steady and easy for Sniper to cope with, but at the same time, not nearly enough.

“Harder,” he groaned, trying to roll down into it, barking out a sharp sound of pleasure when he listened, speed and strength increasing. Scout’s thighs collided with him on every ingress, and they were hard and firm in a way that was exactly punishing enough to make him melt. The onslaught was so perfect, so much better than he could recreate in his head, and he found breath difficult, distantly aware of the sweat rapidly starting to bead on his face.

With plenty of partners, Sniper could expect the pace to shift, falling into something more relaxing for a few moments to gather up some more energy. But Scout didn’t pause, didn’t falter, the strength of his legs and core put to an unexpectedly pleasureable use as he damn near fucked Sniper’s brains out, hard and unrelenting like a machine. It left his head spinning, the edge slinking into view almost embarrassingly quickly, and he was secretly a bit glad for the way his wrists were bound just then because otherwise he was sure he’d be spilling over his own hand in seconds.

Scout held him there, teetering, close but unable to close that last bit of distance before the finish line, until his own breath was ragged, until his pace shifted into something heavier. “Ready?” Scout asked him, practically a croak, and Sniper could only stammer a few words in the affirmative before he was back to wordless exhalations as Scout spat into his hand and started jerking Sniper off, firm and straightforward, and his moan of defeat was largely hidden under the curses Scout managed through gritted teeth, both of them spent at damn near the same moment.

Sniper’s descent back down to earth was slow, and he murmured a sort of complaint when Scout pulled out and got free of his legs. But then his arms were untied, and he was being pulled close into an embrace.

“Wanna get clean now, or in the morning?” Scout mumbled into his hair, sounding downright contented.

“Morning,” Sniper said.

“Cool. Roll over.”

Sniper did, a bit confused, and chuckled when he was pulled back against Scout’s chest and cradled. “Mate, don’t need coddling,” he said, amused.

“Bottom gets to be little spoon. It’s the rules. Shuttup and let me cuddle you,” Scout pouted into the back of his neck, words muddled by his lips being pressed against skin.

“Fair,” he agreed, and adjusted his head a little to get more comfortable, clasped an arm around one of Scout’s. “Worried about my, er. Enthusiasm anymore?”

“A little,” Scout said. Sniper frowned and was about to ask some follow up questions, but Scout elaborated. “I mean, fuck, I bet the whole base heard you, even from way out here.”

“I’ll make you go sleep in your own room,” Sniper warmed, tone dead serious. “Don’t test me.”

A little laugh, a squeeze. “Nah, but really. I’m glad you said somethin’. And now I’ve got somethin’ to look forward to next weekend.”

“And what’s that?” Sniper asked quizzically.

“What was it you said, uh—“stuff me full of a toy and bugger my mouth, mate, that’s aces, oh holy dooley”, wasn’t it?”

“Right, I’m showering and you’ve got fifteen seconds to get out,” Sniper said flatly, starting to get out of bed, even as Scout laughed, starting to protest, holding on tight to him and refusing to let go even at the threat of falling out of the bed.

To be fair, it wasn’t the next week. It was the next morning when they woke up and Scout saw the fingerprint bruises all over Sniper’s thighs. But either way, Sniper would begrudgingly admit that he was glad he’d said something too.

#//sniperscout #//bottom!sniper #//bondage #//tenderness

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midoriyaizukustan-inactive · 5 years

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Angst ending- Deku focuses all the energy stored in OfA into his fist, including his own life force. He manages to defeat the villain, but not only his arm is ruined forever, but he manages to lift and clench it into a fist as a final gesture of victory, before dropping dead on the ground.

actual picture of me reading this ask:

HHH but,,,i can see this happening and ive actually thought abt smth similar

so im thinkin in the inevitable final battle we’re gonna have of ua vs. all for one and the league of villains, midoriya probably is gonna have to face off shigaraki and all for one all by himself (cause toshinori is not gonna be in any state to fight)(but i refuse to believe hs gonna be dead though nope no no)

maybe bakugou will be there for a couple of seconds but midroiya’s mostly gonna have to deal w it on his own

anyway so the nomus r the biggest problem. theyre strong and have absolutely no qualms abt hurting and killing ppl, and worst of all, they will not stop at anything unless u somehow manage to kill/incapacitate them bc they will Not stop obeying orders

and who gives them orders? shigaraki and all for one

midoriya picks up on this during their fight, so he’s trying as hard as he fuckign can to stop them bc holy shit his friends and teachers and schoolmates are all on the line and he CANNOT afford to mess this up

so as the battle wears on and as midoriya gets more exhausted, he realizes,,,theres only gonna be a couple ways to end this in his favor. and fuck, he’s so scared, he’s not even technically done with high school yet, he hasnt saved nearly enough people, but his friends, they need him to focus now, so-

so he starts building up one for all, but its gonna take time so he needs to figure out how he can distract all for one and shigaraki while he does this

so he talks and dodges attacks mostly bc he can’t attack at all if he wants a build-up of power

this leaves him,,,vulnerable,,,though,,,

shigaraki probs decays some of his chest nd hero suit, but its nothing midoriya can’t ignore for the time being. no, he’s mostly worried abt all for one, and if he’ll figure out what midoriya is doing

all for one does, in fact, figure out what midoriya is doing, bc this is exactly how his brother would act

so he does his power/red-black stabby quirk bs nd midoriya gets stabbed like three times (leg arm and shoulder) but still midoriya is holding on bc he needs their attention to stay on him so they cant give the nomus additional orders, nd also he needs to end this like yesterday

since midoriya is focusing on one for all, he can hear the other users’ voices. some of them are yelling at him, asking him what the hell he’s doing, doesnt he know he’s gonna kill himself?, some of them are shouting out directions for him to dodge and jump and run and anything to help keep him alive, and one voice (all for one’s brother) is telling him how to keep the power buildup so it wont rebound onto midoriya (…at least, not until it’s supposed to)

so midoriya listens, cause he cant really talk back to them to reassure them otherwise, nd he’s just. so exhausted honestly, and also his arm is starting to burn which is frankly the last thing he has time to worry about, but also it means it’s working, just a little longer-

midoriya feels smth click when his life force slides into the deal, nd all for one’s brother is kinda like “hey kid so problem” but midoriya still can’t talk back, and he can see his friends in the distance behind all for one and shiagraki on another part of the battlefield, and they look- they look-

theyre just as exhausted as he is, and theyre surrounded by nomu, and midoriya will not let them get hurt, so-

so he begins to charge, because when his life force connected with one for all’s power, he knew the build-up was ready to be used

all of the previous users are screaming at him for a hot second, before all for one’s brother gives midoriya directions on how and where to hit his brother to be most effective. midoriya ignores how sad and choked up he sounds cause he just doesnt have time-

just like all might, midoriya fakes one hit and parries with another; shigaraki is right next to them, a hand reaching out to disintegrate midoriya’s arm, so he gets caught up in the blast as well.

everything goes white for a moment and midoriya cant really feel anything for a split second.

then the world fades back in, and midoriya’s entire fucking body is burning, gaining intensity the closer you are to his arm. He’s almost certain his arm has been completely blown off, but when he opens his eyes, it’s still there.

horribly mutilated, but there. his hand is still curled into a fist, still punching all for one.

oh. all for one.

midoriya tries not to throw up at the sight.

yeah, he’s not getting back up again. the only problem is, midoriya thinks as he stumbles back a couple steps, he himself is probably not, either.

the force of the blow left him in a crater. he almost wants to cry, because dammit, everything is on fire; he knows that his entire arm and shoulder are broken, and it seems like everything else is not far behind. his nose and mouth are dripping blood, in addition to the flesh wounds on his chest (thanks, shigaraki) and the stab wounds from earlier bleeding like no tomorrow; how is he gonna climb out of here?

still, despite his grievances, midoriya shuffles forward, each step aching as he tries to claw out of the literal hole he’s punched himself into. he cant move the arm he punched with at all; his fist is still clenched.

still, he manages to heave himself up and out of the crater. the battle is at a standstill, is what he finds when he reaches the top.

some people have passed out from the sound, midoriya can see. jirou lies protected by yaomomo and kaminari as she tries to get her bearings again.

others have passed out due to the blast snatching oxygen away from them for a few precious moments. they’ll be fine, though, midoriya can tell; he can see kirishima’s chest rising and falling as he breathes unconsciously.

midoriya raises his gaze, exhuasted, to where his friends were in the distance, seconds before he punched all for one.

he can see shigaraki passed out, having hit the side of an upturned rock too hard, which was there thanks for pixie bob

his friends are okay. theyre stumbing to their feet, looking about, and he catches todoroki’s eye while they do so.

he smiles then, breathes out a sigh of relief – theyre okay – before raising his fist (the one that’s horribly mutilated; it hurts to move, but midoriya doesn’t care).

he starts falling back, then, and he can’t shift his feet to regain his balance.

he falls like a house of cards.

his breath rattles in his chest, and it’s how he knows he’s not long for this world, anymore.

he’s too exhausted to feel panicked, per se, but he- he’s gonna miss his friends so much, he’s gonna miss mom, toshinori-

tears start collecting in his eyes, but he’s too dehydrated to form enough of them that they can fall down his face freely.

he doesnt- fuck, he doesn’t regret doing it, he just-

he’s not going to last long enough for anyone to even get to him, he’s going to die with no goodbyes-

then the voices of the other users fill his head again.

their soft, sorrowful congratulations, reassurances that he did the right thing, and that dying is scary but it doesn’t hurt, and he’s going to be okay, wherever he ends up next.

it does little to ease the fear, but it does do something, so midoriya is thankful nonetheless.

im sorry, all for one’s brother says abruptly.

why?

my fight with my brother should never have ended at the cost of a teenager’s life.

midoriya can’t help but laugh a little then. he coughs up blood for it. if all it took was one life, i’m glad it was mine. i wouldnt want anyone else to fall to him.

and it’s true, midoriya isn’t lying, it’s just. he’s gonna miss his loved ones so much.

he closes his eyes, breathes out of a broken chest one more time. his lungs are too tired to inflate again.

distantly, he can hear his friends calling his name, but he’s just…so tired…

there are soft murmurings from the other one for all users, but midoriya can’t make them out anymore.

all he can really hear is a ringing in his ears, an echoing call of, “Midoriya!” but he cant…

he hasnt done nearly enough. he doesnt feel like he deserves this rest.

but…all for one is gone. surely he can take a few minutes for himself?

yes, that should be fine.

the world falls away.

#fun fact! i cried while writing this #also holy SHIT this got long im so sorry djkfjnkd #i just. have feelings #oh shit #also i learned how to finally add a read more link to go me #anyway im in tears #me: midoriya is my favorite character!#also me: what good is mha angst if midoriya doesnt fucking die in it huh #anyway u have simultaneously fed and hurt me with this ask #im cry #midoriya izuku #c makes a word #answer

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years

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on the fourth day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ p u b l i c s e x ]

>>JAEHYUN

>>warning/s: mutual masturbation, pool/hot tub sex to relive devoted, unprotected sex (oh wow im so lazy to write about rolling a condom on—USE PROTECTION PEOPLE—but this is devoted au so y’all should have seen it coming *winkwonk* and also theyre in a tub—how even)

a/n: consider this a side story to devoted 2

You and Jaehyun were in need of a vacation. The stress from work and planning out a wedding had been taking it’s toll on both of you that sex at home—where you’re still susceptible to accepting calls from whoever—is proving to be a nuisance. Although there would be no problem whatsoever with booking tickets to wherever you wanted for a quick getaway, you didn’t think it would be worth the jetlag.

So his parents proposed to stay at the casino’s hotel for a few nights; a staycation.

Up until now, you’ve never been at their casino. Jaehyun’s already told you about the other amenities surrounding it; the indoor strip mall, hotels, spas, a nightclub, and such. It didn’t pique your interest enough to go, but you are still curious about seeing the place.

On Thursday night, you and Jaehyun sent out texts to important people that neither of you will be available from Friday morning until Sunday night. Almost immediately, Jaehyun’s phone blew up with last minute calls for work and you wanted to laugh at the exasperated look on his face.

Come Friday morning, after you’ve packed your bags for the three-day stay and putting your phones on silent and ‘do not disturb’ mode, Jaehyun drives you to the casino.

At the sight of the cherry red lamborghini and plate number, the security team manning the parking entrance all stood erect and bowed as Jaehyun rolls up to them before proceeding to check his car (with utmost care) as protocol.

After parking and grabbing your bags, you go through another set of security measures; who also bowed at the realization of who Jaehyun was. A hotel staff greets you and offers to carry your bags, leading you towards the elevators. She scans a keycard below the row of floor buttons before pressing the one that stated ‘P’ which you guessed stood for penthouse.

“Shall we serve breakfast, sir?” She asks, to which Jaehyun declines, opting for lunch to be delivered instead.”

It takes no more than a minute for the elevator to travel seventeen floors before opening up to the penthouse. Jaehyun leads you out to a small square room with wall-to-wall marble counter on one side and a large painting on the other. Across the elevator was an ebony double door with the casino’s trademark logo carved in between them.

“Your elevator keycards, sir Jaehyun.” The hotel staff hands him three credit card sized keycards, “Meals will be left on the counter as to not to disturb you. If you need anything, the service phone is right by the door. We hope you enjoy your stay, sir, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You and Jaehyun said in unison, turning around as the elevator doors closed. While Jaehyun scans a keycard on the device attached above the doorknobs, you let you gaze wander towards the painting.

You gasp, stepping backwards when you realize what it was.

“Mom bought it from your department.”

“This was a project—a plate! How could she have bought this from them?”

Jaehyun shrugs, “Technically, she offered to donate to your program and the department chairperson wanted to make a plaque with her name, she denied and requested a work of yours instead.”

The painting was your interpretation of Gaia and although it wasn’t your best plate submitted, it was your favorite.

“And you never bothered telling me?” You shoot him a pointed glare, crossing your arms.

He steps forward to kiss your forehead, “Mom wanted you to see it for yourself. Come on, let’s see the room.”

With your bags in tow while holding each other’s hands, you step past the door and your jaw drops at the scenery. The entire living room had a floor-to-ceiling window that gave a clear view of the bustling city below and the clear skies above. There was a black leather couch with matching arm chairs that had white, silky pillows perched on top across it, sandwiching a low glass coffee table with a fresh boquet of sunflowers decorating it. The maroon fur rug beneath the furniture was a beautiful contrast to the ivory marble floors and complemented the other decorative pieces in the room.

There was an open dining area to the right; just an island counter with high chairs, a mini fridge, coffee maker, and a tea set on a tray.

Jaehyun tugs you towards the left, eyes glinting mischievously as he opens guides you up the short set of stairs that circled around the waiting area outside the elevator and reveals a vast bedroom. The second floor of the loft had a 180 degree view of the surrounding area, sporting the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the living room. The king sized bed had a gray, velvet duvet with neatly rolled towels and a small notecard that read “We hope you enjoy your stay.”

Unlike the living room, the carpet beneath the bed was in rich, navy blue hue. There were small square nightstands on either side of the bed with tall floor lamps and a 30” inch flat screen smart TV was mounted on the wall across the bed.

“So what do you want to so first?” Jaehyun cheekily asks, placing his hands on your waist and nuzzling the side of your face with his nose.

“Seeing as how you brought me up immediately to the bedroom, I think you’d want to do something in here first.” You eye him, knowingly.

“It’s merely a suggestion, babe.” He grins; dimples and all. “We can check out the pool.”

“Oh, no. We can do that later. Now that I think about it, right now is a great time to give you your gift.”

He pouts at you, “Gift?”

You step back from him, running your hands on his arms. “You know that lingerie set you haven’t seen on me yet?”

His eyes darken at the memory, “You’re wearing it?”

Biting your lips, you shrug your shoulders, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Jaehyun smirks, pulling you closer by your hips before moving his hands to the front of your black dress; one you had purposefully wore since it hugged your body right with a sweetheart neckline that accentuates your cleavage. But you especially chose this tube dress because of the row of buttons that closed the tight cloth around your body that he had to pop open one by one to get it off you.

“You’re such a tease.” He breathes, chuckling lowly as he works on the third button, already eyeing the champagne colored lace that peeked through.

“You love it, though.”

He cocks his head to the side in agreement, tipping forward to kiss your neck.

You sigh, from how his lips sucked purple flowers on your skin to how his fingers sparked against your body when it slips into the dress when he unbuttoned it halfway.

As he continues to open your dress, he dips his head lower down your body; tongue grazing the edge of your lace bandeau.

When his nose breathes into the valley between your breasts and your fingers lace through his tresses, he finally pops the final button of your dress; peeling the cloth of your body and letting it pool by your ankles.

He steps back to admire the lingerie on your body, dragging his eyes down to every intricate detail of the skimpy set with an appreciative lick of his lips. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show this to me, baby. It looks good on you.”

You let him spin you, noticing how he slows you down when your back is turned to him; knowing his gaze was set on the thong. “I don’t know… in comparison to this carpet, I think it’ll pop out more against it.”

“You think so?” Jaehyun pulls you closer again, snaking a hand from your hips to your back, fingers unhooking your bra.

“I know so.”

The first day of your staycation at the casino hotel was… like you never left home; well, your bedroom. Not that you were complaining when Jaehyun took you for a second time after eating the lunch sent up by the staff, or when he ate you out on the leather couch, or when you rode him halfway up the stairs, or even when he pressed you up against the cold window for the whole city to see had your floor been closer to the ground.

You couldn’t complain and not that you would because even though your body was sore—it was sore in the most absolute delicious way possible.

Jaehyun promises to take you around the building when you woke up, helping you off the bed when your lower body still ached.

You shared breakfast of western foods together; a bowl of fruit, bacon with eggs and toast, and cups of brewed coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice.

“You said there was a pool?” You gulp down the glass of juice and wipe your lips with a napkin.

“On the third floor, I think. Are you going to go for a swim?”

“It’ll be a nice way to stretch my muscles. Don’t you ever miss playing basketball?”

He shrugs, “It was a nice past time; a great way to get in shape, you know, exercise. Don’t need much of that now.”

You laugh, sliding off your seat and hovering behind him, “Oh, well, of course, not when you’re dicking me down when you have the chance.”

He swivels his chair around and leans back against the granite counter, crossing his arms. “Do you want me to stop?”

The grin on your face falls, “No!”

At your reaction, he bursts into laughter and you roll your eyes. He cups your face, “I’m marrying a nympho.”

“Perfect for a sex addict.” You snap back at him.

In the next hour of avoiding his advances and changing into proper clothes with swimwear beneath them, you finally coax Jaehyun out of the room to join you at the pool.

At the third floor, the gym greeted you once you step out of the elevator. A few buff men were by the weights and a couple sharing earphones as they ran on the treadmills.

A little sign on the glass directed you to the pools and you excitedly drag Jaehyun by his hand towards them.

“You’re like a child.” He comments, a hearty chuckle bubbling from his chest.

You ignore him, pushing past the double glass doors to marvel at the olymic sized pool. Three kiddie pools were at the end of the main pool and sets of private jacuzzis with their own sheer curtains were lined along the walls.

There was a mom watching her kids by the kiddie pool and a few teens swam in the main pool. Only one of the multiple jacuzzis were occupied—by a group of ladies sipping on cocktails.

Jaehyun’s eye turned dark when you peel your floral sundress off your body to reveal the ruby red bikini beneath it.

“Relax,” You scoff, tossing your dress to the nearest lounge chair, “The males here are, I’m guessing: maybe 8 and 10? And the teen is probably 16… 17 tops. If anything, I should be jealous because there are more women here.”

He sighs, following your glance towards the group of women, who turned their attention towards him.

You smile at him, jabbing a finger on his chest and trailing it downward. “Show them what’s mine—the child-friendly version, of course.”

With a smirk, he pulls his shirt overhead and you had to look the opposite side of where the women were to roll your eyes when they “ooh’d” at the sight of your fiancé’s body. Like you, he tosses his shirt onto the lounge chair with your dress. “I don’t think their reactions make this child-friendly.”

After tiptoeing to peck his lips, you spin on your heels and dived head first into the water; emerging a good distance away from where you entered. You gasped for air, smiling and feeling giddy to be in water again as you push your locks back and wipe the excess water off your face.

You turn back to Jaehyun, who has an amused expression on his face. “What? Get in already.”

“You always look so happy when you’re in water.” He squats down, dipping his hand in the pool and swirling it around.

“I just love to swim.” You move closer to him until he places his hand on your face and you lean in into his touch.

Without a second thought or any warning, you pull him into water and left no time for him to even make a noise except brace himself as he enters the pool. You’re laughing when he resurfaced; only to gasp when he tries to grab you.

“Come here!” He tries to say in a threatening voice, but anyone can hear the chuckle he’s trying to conceal.

You swim away, expertly kicking your feet to propel yourself away from him; leaving him to follow you to the best of his abilities.

When he has you cornered, you’re forced to splash water on his face repeatedly until he gives up, laughing. “Alright! Alright! Okay, water is your turf! I concede!”

You cease your attack, giggling when you swam into his arms. You flinch at the hardness pressed against your stomach and harshly whispered, “Jae! We’re in public!”

“That didn’t stop you from playing footsie last time, hm? We were with our parents—these are strangers, baby, they can mind their own business.”

“There are children and this is your parents’ hotel—yours. You can’t be serious.”

He snorts, “I’m only teasing. You can’t be the only one allowed to do that. Besides, these are sperm-free waters, [Y/N].”

You’re laughing again, shaking your head in disbelief as you splash his face with water once more.

After a while of swimming around, you both transferred to one of the jacuzzis; moaning at the warmth and the soft bubbling of the water.

As you settle in, another hotel staff approaches you and asks through the ample opening of the curtains. “Would you like any cocktails, sir, ma’am?”

“I’m good,” You avoid his eyes out of habit and turn to Jaehyun, “You?”

He shakes his head at the staff, “No, thank you.”

The boy smiles, bowing at the two of you before attending to the group of women who beckoned for him.

“This is nice.” You sigh, rolling your shoulders back.

“Do you want to have our bathtub exchanged to a jacuzzi?”

“Not that.” You scoff, “I meant this,” You motioned between your bodies, “Us, relaxing. Honestly, Jae, in the three years since we’ve graduated, have we ever actually taken a break from everything? All we’ve done is work.”

He gestures for you to scoot closer to him and when you did, he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “I feel like it’s my fault. All the trainings, seminars, and meetings I had to attend.”

“I can’t blame you, Jae. You’re inheriting a multi-billion business. It’s understandable that they’re training you hard for it.”

He can only offer you a sad smile before both your attentions were captured by the sound of children laughing; the family that had been swimming at the kiddie pool are finally leaving the area with their mother. Tall man greets them by the door, and by the looks of it is their father. The shrill giggles of the kids as they throw their arms around their father’s legs warms your heart and the way he kisses his wife—with the loud protest and sounds of disgust from their children—makes you smile.

“Have you thought about how many you want?” Jaehyun whispers, also amused at the children’s antics with one another.

“Three is a good number, no?”

He kisses your cheek, “I want one named after you; a precious little girl with your eyes and nose.”

“With your lips and dimples—oh, let’s stop talking about this, it’s making me impatient.”

“Who says we have to wait?” His other hand disappears under the bubbling water and you gasp when he palms your crotch, “I specifically remember my parents asking for a grandchild before we even moved in together.”

You looked around in panic; the teens that had been in the main pool seem to have occupied their own jacuzzi and the group of women’s booth were far away enough from yours that the sheer curtains of the several booths in between yours were practically opaque if they were to look over. “Really? Here?”

“Why not?” He hums, kissing your shoulder. “No one can see and if we keep quiet, no one will hear. I just wanna touch you, baby, that’s it.”

Finally relenting after a good minute, successfully coaxed by how his fingers prodded your pussy through your bikini, you part your legs, resting one on top of his knee.

“Good girl.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear and sending goosebumps to your skin despite the low temperature of the water.

Jaehyun angles his body towards you to get a better control at how his hand touches you. He pulls your bikini panties to the side and slips two fingers inside of you, slowly dragging them back out.

Continuing this, he sighs at how you tighten around his fingers; slipping in a third just to get a better grip on you as he palms your clit.

Your mouth is dropped open, leaning your forehead against his as all this happens. With nothing to hold on, you bring your closer hand to his lap; slipping into his trunks and seizing his erection into your palm.

He stares at you, almost as if he was challenging you.

At the first quiet moan you let out when a finger deep within you presses against you walls to look for the special spot, you twist your wrist around the base of his cock and begin to pump him.

Jaehyun lets out the softest groan when you bring your palm over the tip and grind onto it.

His fingers finally find your sweet spot, just barely grazing it but still sent your legs shutting and trapping his hand between them.

“Jae,” You breathed, “I don’t think touching me is gonna be enough.”

He grasps your core a tighter, giving you a little shake that send tsunami waves of pleasure into your system. “I was thinking the same thing. Ride me, baby.”

Wasting no time, you straddle him and let his cock enter you in one effortless motion. Your arms are around his shoulder, looking for purchase before you move; rocking your hips against his. Jaehyun has one hand on your ass, guiding the pace, and the other kneading your breast, gently biting down the hardened nub that poke through the red swimsuit.

“Oh, Jae, I—” You whimper and he hushes you, roughly grabbing your butt cheek.

“I know, baby, I know—me, too. I’m close, too.”

A couple of ladies from the other group suddenly separated from them, loudly chatting about something neither of you cared for; and, even though you didn’t want to, you tried to stop. “Wait, Jae.”

“No, baby, it’s okay. Let them pass—and if we get caught, let them watch.”

The idea of being caught sparked unexplainable excitement coursing through your veins, fueling your hips to move and chase after your orgasm.

A gasp resonates behind you and a scandalized “Oh my!” followed after it and you don’t know if they made any other noise to react because you’re seeing stars at how tightly shut your eyes are as you come, shaking uncontrollably in Jaehyun’s hold.

He comes immediately after you with a pained grunt, lacing your walls with hot semen. Your hands are on his face, cupping his jaw to cover his identity.

Through both your labored breaths, you hear one of the ladies complain, “I can’t even get through 5 minutes of being on top without my back aching!”

The ladies seem to continue on their way out, still loudly chatting—but this time about their previous sex lives.

You share a look with Jaehyun before both of you burst into a fit of giggles; like you were a couple of high schoolers messing around.

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #kinkmas2018

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bittysvalentines · 6 years

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Love in the Morning

From: @ivecarvedawoodenheart

To: @amessnamedwidogast

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2461

I hope you like it!! I had a really good time with this :) Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Summary:

“Don’t you dare, you had better not, I’ll call your dad and the press, I’ll tell ‘em—” “I think ‘Jack Zimmermann helps out teammate with checking drills’ would be a good headline, actually. I give you my blessing.” “Not when you’re threatening to pour water all over me you big ole—” “‘Big ole’ what, exactly?” ___________________________

Zimbits, from Bitty’s POV. Focusing primarily on waking up in the morning.

(AO3)

Someone throws a pillow at his face. Bitty jolts upright, looking around wildly, almost falling out of bed. It better not be — oh Lord, he’s gonna murder him —

“Bon matin, Bittle.”

Bitty check his watch and screams internally.

“Jack, were you dropped as a child? Is that why you feel the need to force me out of bed at four in the morning?”

He thinks Jack raises his eyebrows. It’s hard to be sure when it’s so dark in here, but the vaguely Jack-sized blob in the doorway gives off a distinctly amused vibe.

“My uncle Wayne did, actually,” Jack says. “My parents forbade him from holding me until I could do backwards crossovers.”

“Mmph.” Bitty closes his eyes and pulls his blankets up under his chin. “Go bother Shitty, Mr. I’m-Friends-With-NHL-All-Stars. I have a test today.”

Jack says, “That was yesterday, Bittle.”

“I could have another one today, Zimmermann.”

“You, having a test and not tweeting about it? Impossible.”

Bitty cracks open an eye at that. “It’s too early for you to be chirpin’ this much,” he says, but he swings his legs out of bed and lets Jack bundle him off to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wake up somewhat. They’re on their way to the rink, Bitty in an oversized Pens sweatshirt because he couldn’t find one of his in the dark, before he realizes that means Jack reads his tweets.

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“I’m asleep, my eyes are closed, go away Jack, can’t you see I’m sleeping—”

“You’d be much more convincing if you weren’t talking, Bittle. You’ll have time after to take a nap, let’s get at it—”

“Oh my god . ‘Let’s get at it’? Are you actually eighty years old—”

“Yes, okay, Old Man Zimmermann, ha ha, that hasn’t been played out. If you really want to make fun of me you’ll get your butt to the rink, that’ll really show me.”

Bitty scowls at him when they get to the locker room. Jack laughs, just once, and it’s so surprised and quick a sound that Bitty almost misses it. He wants to hear it again.

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Midnight, and there’s a knock at his door. Bitty presses Señor Bun tighter to his chest and wipes his eyes hastily, catching his French book before it slides to the floor. “Yeah?”

“Can I … can I come in?”

The door makes it difficult to hear, but he thinks it’s Jack. He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip. Then he forces himself to perk up as best he can.

“Of course! Why’re you up? It’s so late.”

Jack eases the door open and shut behind him. Bitty watches him scan the room, taking in the flashcards strewn across his bedspread and his laptop. He wishes he hadn’t left it open on Google Translate.

Jack rubs the back of his neck. A little sliver of his shirt rides up, and Bitty knows this shouldn’t be anything — they’ve all seen too much of each other in the locker room — but it’s almost too much on top of everything. His hair sticks up in all directions. Bitty holds Señor Bun tighter to keep from crossing the room and making his hair even wilder.

“Your light’s still on,” Jack says. He looks so unsure of himself here. Bitty’s not sure he’s ever been in his room outside of waking him at godforsaken times in the morning. “I wanted to, euh. Make sure everything’s okay.”

“I’m fine,” Bitty says quickly. Jack shoots him an unimpressed look, first nodding to Bitty’s flashcards, then raising his eyebrows at the clock. “Well. Not quite okay, but. I will be fine, which is what matters.”

Jack still doesn’t look like he believes him, but when he crosses the room to sit on the bed, his face softens. He picks up a flashcard with le fromage written on it. “You’re learning food words?”

“Oui,” Bitty says. Even that has such a pronounced twang to it. He sighs. “I’ll be honest, it’s not going great.”

He’s fiddling with the card now, flipping it back and forth, playing with the corners. Bitty watches him gather the rest of the flashcards in a neat stack and shuffle them.

Jack says, “I can quiz you,” and Bitty’s about to cry again.

He wipes his eyes. “You don’t have to.”

It must catch in his voice, because Jack looks up then. His eyebrows crease. “I mean — I don’t want to overstep, but. I do speak French, so.”

“Oh do you?” Bitty asks, and Jack rolls his eyes. He tosses a card at him and le jus hits him in the Adam’s apple. Bitty swallows reflexively.

He doesn’t think he imagines how Jack watches him.

Jack bumps their knees together. “If you want,” Jack says softly. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” Bitty whispers. He clears his throat. “If you’re fine with how badly I’m going to pronounce these words, that is.”

“I’ll live,” Jack says.

Bitty smacks him with his pillow, and he laughs quietly. A little thrill runs through Bitty at the sound.

“Okay, Bittle,” Jack says. “Let’s do this.”

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In the morning, Jack yawns loudly in the faint morning light and says, “Up and at ‘em, let’s go—”

“You can’t be serious,” Bitty says, grumpy. “We were up the whole night doing flashcards and you took up the whole bed, I didn’t get to sleep for a second.”

“That’s a lie, you snored the whole time, I didn’t—”

“You and your big ass stole all the blankets, I couldn’t’ve snored because I have to be asleep for that—”

“Couldn’t’ve? Are you joking—”

Jack goes on a rant about how difficult it is to understand him, and then how hard it must be to understand either of them, and then segues into a scheme to confuse everyone next time they come back from a break and their accents are stronger. Bitty chimes in now and then. Mostly, though, he drinks in how this feels: Jack in his bed, flashcards still everywhere — there’s one stuck to Jack’s cheek now, he thinks it’s les fraises — and his eyes still sleep heavy.

Bitty wants this so badly he outright gasps in the middle of Jack’s sentence.

“You okay, Bitty?”

“Fine,” he says, trying to push the feeling aside. “You’re kidding though, right? About checking practice today?”

Jack holds out a hand in a may I? gesture that Bitty doesn’t understand until he pouts, glancing at Señor Bun. Bitty hands him over tentatively. Jack tucks Señor Bun neatly under his chin, cuddling him with his eyes closed, and this all but knocks the air out of Bitty.

“‘M joking,” Jack says. Beneath the covers, Bitty feels him gently nudge his side with an elbow. “‘M tired. Bonne nuit.”

“No French when I’m trying to sleep, Mr. Zimmermann,” he says softly. Jack nudges him again.

He drifts off. In his dreams, he sees Jack holding Señor Bun like he’s something precious.

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Bitty has Canadian bacon on the stove when Jack stumbles downstairs. He quietly pours himself some orange juice, then Bitty feels rather than sees him join him at the stove.

“There’re some eggs in the fridge,” Bitty says, “if you wanna do somethin’ with them.”

He bumps his shoulder against Jack’s chest just to touch him and prove to himself that they’re standing here, together. Jack’s golden in the dewy morning sun.

“Your checks are getting better,” he says then, and Bitty says, “Oh, shush, you.”

Jack scrambles some eggs and fries some, and it’s peaceful between them.

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“Don’t you dare, you had better not, I’ll call your dad and the press, I’ll tell ‘em—”

“I think ‘Jack Zimmermann helps out teammate with checking drills’ would be a good headline, actually. I give you my blessing.”

“Not when you’re threatening to pour water all over me you big ole—”

“‘Big ole’ what, exactly?”

“I — it’s early, okay? My mouth hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Seems like it has to me.”

Bitty crawls out of his blankets at that, cheeks burning. “You tryin’ to tell me I talk too much?”

Jack takes a sip of water. “No, I’m trying to tell you to get your ass out of bed so we can go to Faber before the early skate. Do you think I enjoy being up at four?”

“Yes.”

“Well.” He tilts his head to the side. “Look, it’s prime running time—”

Bitty narrows his eyes. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann, you could get mugged—”

“—not if I’m running faster than my mugger, which is what I was about to say when I was so rudely interrupted, and how else am I to outrun a mugger than to practice running?”

He looks so pleased with his logic. Bitty says, “People like you are what’s wrong with this country,” and he grins broadly.

“I’m Canadian, remember?”

Bitty beats him for the first time in their end of practice race.

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Bitty’s alarm wakes him for the first time in ages, which of course means Jack died or something because no way in hell would he miss an opportunity to push him into the boards for an hour and a half.

Lord. He wouldn’t mind being pushed against the boards.

He’s had enough dreams that end up against the boards, for various reasons, and … he shouldn’t be thinking this, now, but.

He checks the weather and his school email and then, shivering, pads across the hall.

“Jack?” An answering mmph gives him the okay to open the door, so he does. He blinks to adjust to the darkness. Jack peeks blearily out from his blankets. “They’ve called classes for the day, it’s too cold out.”

Jack says, “Mmph,” and Bitty connects the dots. “You knew that already, I’m sorry! I’ll just—”

“Bittle.”

Bitty stops midway to the door.

“Yeah?”

Jack jerks his head toward the bed, peeling back his blankets. “It’s cold,” he mumbles, “c’mon.”

Bitty’s heart about stops. His mouth moves wordlessly for a few seconds before his mind catches up from where it stopped on Jack’s asking me to get in bed with him .

“Are you sure?” he asks, and Jack nods.

“No point losing more body heat,” he says sleepily. “Besides. My bed’s bigger than yours, we’ll fit fine.”

“Chirp chirp.”

So Bitty does. He climbs into his bed carefully, trying not to jostle Jack too much. Jack clumsily tucks the blankets around them and when Bitty tugs on the covers himself, their hands brush. Jack squeezes his briefly, then lets go. Bitty shivers again, but not from the cold.

“Oh — here —” Jack shifts his pillow and then presses a balled up sweatshirt into Bitty’s hands. “If you want.”

It’s the Pens sweatshirt he’d borrowed months ago. It still smells like him. The fact of Jack, sleeping with this so close to his face, breaks so sweetly in Bitty’s chest. He pulls it on.

“Thanks,” he whispers.

Jack says, “Mmph,” but Bitty can see him smiling slightly.

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Bitty wakes up after graduation to two texts. They’re timestamped 4:02 AM.

They say,

I’m sorry if it’s too early to say this , but I’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now

I think I fell in love with you in the morning

He touches his lips with his fingertips and wonders when it was he got so stupid lucky.

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A pillow lands on his face, yanking him out of a stress dream about playoffs.

Something in their bedroom smells delicious. He opens his eyes and blinks to be sure he isn’t dreaming.

Jack’s filled their nightstands with plates and plates of food. There’s a heap of pancakes stacked high and half buried under blueberries and strawberries and what smells like 100% Canadian syrup on one of them, and toast shining beautifully with butter stacked next to eggs cooked every which way of the other. Jack himself is sitting at Bitty’s feet, wearing the Schooners shirt Bitty had gotten as a signing perk two years back. It still looks so, so good on him. Bitty’s never gotten over the thrill at seeing Jack in a shirt with his last name on it.

“Oh sweetheart,” Bitty says, yawning. “How did you—”

“I have my ways,” Jack says, handing him a plate and Bitty smiles.

“It all smells so good.”

“That’s only because you missed about an hour of me burning everything on the stove.”

Bitty throws up his hands in mock exasperation. “This boy.”

Jack crawls next to him and leans against the headboard. He rests his arm around Bitty, pulling him gently against his side, and presses a kiss to the side of his head. “Your boy, you mean,” he says, and Bitty about melts.

“For half a second there I thought you were wakin’ me up for checking practice again,” Bitty tells him, after they’ve kissed a little.

Jack says, “I still could,” and Bitty kisses him some more to distract him. From the way he huffs a laugh, he knows Jack knows what he’s doing. “Though you don’t really need it now.”

“Yeah, I had a really good, really strict captain for that.”

They’re quiet a moment while they eat. Bitty sneaks peeks at Jack now and then, liking the way the sun still loves him. Jack catches him a few times and chirps him softly.

“I don’t think I ever told you,” Bitty says, when they’ve stacked all their dishes out of the way. “It was when you said you read my tweets, for me. Or with Señor Bun that first night in my bed, when you looked at him like he was a new bucket of pucks.”

“When…” Jack starts, frowning a little. Bitty waits for him to puzzle it out, leaning fully against him now. He sees the realization before Jack says it. “Oh,” Jack says. “When you…”

“When I fell in love with you,” Bitty says simply. “That was when.”

Jack tips his chin up with two fingers and Bitty savors this kiss more than any other they’ve had, except for the one after that one, and the one after that.

“I love you,” Jack says afterward. He presses their foreheads together.

Bitty says, “I love you no matter how many eggs you burn,” and Jack laughs another quick, surprised laugh. Hearing now is even better than the first time.

Jack helps him out of bed and they wash the dishes together, stopping now and then to bump into each other and kiss softly and be at home here, together in their kitchen with the sun just coming up. Even after all this time, this feels like the start of something.

Bitty takes Jack’s hand as the radio plays. They stay like this, dancing their way through cleaning up, well past when the sun rises fully in the sky.

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years

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time’s arrow {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: Hi, I love your roger/ben imagines so much and was wondering if you could do some angst with Roger x female, maybe they are good friends and she sees him with another. Whatever you would like! Thank you x :)

A/N: 2727 words. A story told through Seasons. I took a little bit of liberties with the prompt, if that’s okay? This hit me like a lightning bolt and I had to write it. Angst with a happy ending. (I’m just trying to show I’ve got versatility in writing, okay?)

Warnings: Implied sex.

You meet him in Spring, before it all begins, he sits up the back of your Intro to Head and Neck Anatomy lectures, the only class with open spots available by the time you were looking for a science credit. You find out he’s in a band three weeks into the first class, finally going to the local bar, sick of cramming your brain full of information you’re not even sure is necessary for your degree. He grins at you and wow okay, you didn’t even think he’d recognise you.

“You’re in, um,” he’s leaning against the bar next to you in this dimly lit pub, grabbing a drink between sets. Faltering for a moment, his eyes travel down before you clear your throat, angry at yourself for blushing, but his smile widens, “my class.” He finishes, taking a sip of his beer. You agree, rolling your eyes at him, but even that seems to amuse him. He asks your name. The guitarist is calling him over, setting up for the next set, but you tell him before he leaves. Something tightens in your chest when, later that night, he catches your eyes mid-song, his look of intense focus shifting for a moment as he grins, giving you a wink.

He takes to sitting next to you in lectures, chewing the end of his pencil and taking occasional notes in a falling apart notebook that looks as though he uses it for every class. You catch lyrics in the margins and at the bottom of some pages, but he’s cagey about that in a strange way, just says you’ll have to come to a gig to find out what they’re about. So you do.

Gigs become a regular for you, and you start to become friends with the girls who frequent the shows, often hosting predrinks in your dorm room for Mary and her friends on a Friday night. You learn on one of those nights that at least two of the girls have hooked up with him, and there’s a strange, sinking sensation in your chest. You’re not sad, or at least, you tell yourself you shouldn’t be. You and Roger are just friends, it’s not like there’s anything going on there, sure, sometimes after a really good show he’ll give you a pash, but it’s- that’s just him.

It’s not like you’ve never thought about it, but you also know his reputation, and that it’ll do more harm than good to get involved with that. He’s the one mistake you don’t think you want to make.

It’s Summer, a few years later, when they trade in the van to get money to hire the recording studio. Roger had really loved that van, and he lay on your sofa for a solid hour grumbling about it, about how Freddie had some kind of nerve. You roll your eyes at him, call him a drama queen, which he takes offence to, but moves obligingly when you sit down, letting him rest his head in your lap.

When you raise the point that it might be worth it, he looks frankly aghast, griping about how he has to catch lifts everywhere now. He calms down somewhat when you start carding your fingers through his hair, though he still pouts.

“If it comes to it, I’ll buy you a car, you baby.” You snort, despite the fact that you’re currently barely making a living wage on some retail job, it’s not where you’d thought you’d be after university, but sometimes that’s just how it is. He looks up at you, and when you look down at him, he’s looking very intense. Perhaps he might say something poignant about your offer, you think, but instead he reaches up and pokes your nose.

“I can see up your nostrils.” He tells you, and you smack his hand away, scowling. You stand abruptly, ignoring his complaints, smoothing your pants out against your thighs.

“Come on,” you offer your hand, which he regards with both confusion and a bit of disdain, “you can’t mope around my apartment and complain about the band again. We’re going out.” That gets his interest.

You’ve been to bars with him before, and usually you go home alone while he gets the pick of the prettiest girls of the night, or he decides to wingman you, which hurts your heart a little, but you won’t decline. You were attractive in your own right, you won’t deny that, you didn’t technically need his help, but a selfish part of you likes the way the attention to you, even if it’s to help you get with other people.

Tonight is different, tonight he doesn’t leave your side, he slings an arm around you as the two of you stand by the bar watching the truly mediocre band they had on that night.

“You know why they aren’t recording an album?” You ask as the set ends.

“Because they didn’t sell their van?” Roger mused, vaguely bitter, but not melancholy as he swirled the last of his drink in his free hand.

“No, it’s because they’re terrible.” Turning, you smile at your own blunt remark, and when he looks back at you, he’s grinning with a little disbelief. There’s very little space between the two of you, but that doesn’t make your heart race anymore, he’s your best friend, close contact was part of the bargain. But he kissed you, quickly, without warning, and when he pulls back, he turns away to order another drink like nothing had happened.

Your mind is spiralling, this isn’t post-gig excitement, this wasn’t something you were expecting. The selfish creature in your chest that you tried to deny for so long was crowing with victory. Taking a quick look around the bar, you don’t recognise anyone, though there are a few girls who look like they’d be his type- but his hand is moving to wrap around your waist as he turns back.

“What was that?” Voice quiet, you take his drink and have a sip of it yourself, the movement done from muscle memory alone. He raises his eyebrows at you, not regarding the drink, that was a usual occurrence, but at the question. He doesn’t seem to know how to answer, baffled at the question. Dropping you gaze, you take a sip of your own drink. “Why me? Why tonight?” You asked. Looking incredulous, he stepped back, looking you over.

“Have you seen yourself tonight, love? Couldn’t help myself.” You’ve heard him talk like this before, to other girls, not as blunt, but with you he can get away with it. The creature in your chest is elated, and you find yourself smiling, actually blushing. He moves closer once more, his arm around you, voice low as he spoke into your ear. “Trust me, you look very fit tonight, any man would be lucky to have a crack at you.” Heart in your throat, you hope you’re reading the situation right, at the same time ignoring the part of you that knew this was a bad idea.

“Even you?” You turned to face him, watching the way his smile shifted to a smirk, and he pulled you a little closer.

“You know I’m always feeling lucky.”

You kiss him, feeling your blood thumping in your veins, selfish and excited in equal measure, but with his hands on you, you can’t find the focus to care about the former.

Once the bad starts up again, Roger pulls away, making a face at them, asking if you wanted to get out of there. You do, and the two of you are elated on the quick walk back to his apartment, stopping only when he pressed you up against the wall of an closed shop to suck a hickey into the skin of your neck. You catch sight of it in his bedroom mirror, but he’s pulling off your jacket and you have better things to worry about.

It’s not weird, like you thought it would be, when you wake the next morning and he’s curled up, fast asleep with his back to you, but your chest aches just a little. He avoids eye contact over breakfast, though you chat like normal. The gripes about his van have died down, though he makes an offhand comment about things are changing that you read enough into to realise what had happened.

“You’ll always have me, Rog.” You reach across the table to take his hand, and he finally looks you in the eye, he looks so relieved, not that he’d ever say it. Afraid of losing another thing he cared about, he had panicked last night and tried to keep you close in the only way he knew how. He certainly loved you, but not in the way you wanted him to. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you give him a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s not his fault.

Bohemian Rhapsody airs in Autumn, you’re regional manager now, and you’re sitting in your office when you hear for the first time; you almost scream when the first harmony comes in after the radio host introduces the song.

“You’re a star, Rog!” You gush over the phone on your break, unable to wait until that night when the band was having a celebratory get-together to talk to him.

“Of course, I am, you think I sing that high to be paid in peanuts?” You can hear the smile in his words without even seeing him, and being able to hear his voice warms your heart.

“That was you?” You laugh, the ‘Galileo's playing back in your head, and you try to picture him singing it, which only made you laugh harder.

“Oi,” he bristled, indignant at your laughter, “I’m the only one with the range to execute Freddie’s vision.” You could see him in your mind now, proud and stubborn, standing tall to defend the decision.

“I’m proud of you.” Suddenly sincere, you find your smile turning to something more genuine as you think back on far he’s come.

“Thank you.” His own voice has become less animated, more sincere, though you can still hear him smiling.

“Love you, Rog.” You tell him, just as you always did when you parted ways.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He’s grinning, draped with casual confidence in an armchair in Freddie’s living room when you arrive, and you feel like you’ve been taken back five years, the casual enthusiasm he’s exerting. Smile brightening, he stands when he sees you, striding across the room to enfold you in a hug.

“Good to see you!” He practically beams at you, holding your shoulders as he looks over you, as if assessing you, seeing if anything has changed.

“Of course, you’ve been holed up for weeks, I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Though he’s in front of you, you’re words address the room as a whole, and when he steps back, Brian moves in to hug you as well, asking how you’ve been.

The boys are your friends, all of them, you’ve been around for most of their big band moments, and it eases something in your chest to be here for this one too. But then the ease sharply tightens as a woman you’ve never seen before sits on the arm of Roger’s chair, and he rests a hand on her thigh, smiling up at her.

Mary follows your gaze, and her smile is sad as she pulls you down to sit beside her, asking you about your thoughts on the single. You answer, though your heart’s not in it, and the selfish creature in your chest rears it’s ugly head after such a long slumber.

The monster has shifted, changed and grown, it hadn’t cared about him running around with any pretty girl he could find for the past few years, but this was different. Roger had made it clear that he was far from sacred, but this was the band, this was Freddie’s home, this was the place of some of your happiest memories; this was yours.

You stay well into the early hours of the following morning, despite the interloper, but Roger still stopped you at the door.

“I’m really glad you could make it, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He’s smiling at you, but you don’t smile back. It’s been a long night of being kind and pretending that you’re heart didn’t hurt.

“Well, you’ve very busy.” You shrug, punctuating it with a yawn. His expression turns confused, and you open the door.

“Y/N.” He tried to get your attention, but you left, throwing a goodbye over your shoulder to him. “Love you.” He calls through the door, but you stay quiet, refuse to say it back, just keep walking. You’re too tired to be upset, but maybe you’ll get there tomorrow.

Things change, and you’ve grown to accept that, but sometimes old aches don’t heal like they should. Or at all.

“I’m getting married.” He calls you at the end of Winter.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Your relationship’s been on the mend in the years since the Bohemian Rhapsody launch night. You two smile and laugh like you had when you were younger, and you’ve learned to listen to his exploits and his gripes about women, offering your own about your partners, though they’re few and far between. He’s still your best friend, and you learn to act like it.

“Congratulations.” Your voice is flat. It had been a shock, you’d heard about his latest on-again off-again girlfriend, and had even offered advice in certain situations, actual advice, no malice at all.

“Thanks.” He doesn’t seem to know where to go from here, and silence stretches out between the two of you.

“I should go.” You finally murmur.

“What? Why?” He spluttered, and you sighed deeply.

“Was there something else you wanted to talk about?” You asked, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against the wall.

“I- no, but I want you to be there.” He paused. “And I wanted to be the one to tell you.” Clenching your jaw, you make a snap decision.

“I can’t-”

“Why not?” He actually sounded angry, which was perhaps warranted, though your next words shut him up.

“Because it hurts, Roger.” After a beat, your voice is quiet. “Because I love you.” Taking a breath, you let yourself relax. “I want you to be happy, but I can’t watch you marry someone else.” There’s silence for a very long moment, but you hang up before he can respond. You take the phone off the hook. You need to be alone, just for now.

“After everything, you still-?” It’s the first day of Spring, and he’s on your doorstep, seemingly unable to say the word love. You’re wearing your pyjamas and he looks like he’s just walked out of a Rolling Stone cover shoot, though he just sort of looks like that now, you supposed.

“Don’t worry about it.” You try not to betray how much his visit shocked you, or the way his very presence after your recent conversation hurt you.

“You’re my best friend! Of course I’m gonna worry about it!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. Sighing deeply, he stepped forward. “I thought I fucked everything up when we hooked up, I’m sorry, I panicked.” He was looking at his fidgeting hands, rather than your surprised expression. “And then... I thought I fucked it up again when I chose the band over you.”

“You never-” You tried to protest, but he smiled self-deprecatingly.

“No, I did. I loved you, and I thought that would get in the way of the band.” Clenching his jaw, he looked up and you could see the regret in his eyes. “It was easier to fuck around that tell you I love you.” Your breath stopped in your throat as he finally walked closer. “And I thought after everything, that you deserved better; you know what I’m like, why would you-?” But you cut him off with a kiss.

“You’ll always have me.” You murmured, finally letting yourself smile. Nothing about it felt selfish, in fact, it felt as though the sun was finally shining on you, warming you from the inside out.

“I know,” he agreed quietly, wrapping you up in a hug.

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iiimber · 6 years

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All might A-Z

A= affection

Toshinori is a very affectionate man; he tends to keep any displays for when he’s alone with you. He would love to show you off to the world– hold your hand or give you any and all kisses in public, but sadly, being a high profile hero prohibits him from doing that. So when you’re at home together, there’s hardly a moment when he’s not touching you. You’re either in his lap, you he has his arms wrapped around you in any position. It’s very comforting.

B= best memory

He doesn’t like choosing, because there are so many memories that he cherishes. But if he had to, he would say it was your first date. He remembers being so nervous, and you hadn’t been any better– but he had been able to gather up enough confidence to ask to hold your hand. He’ll never forget how flushed your cheeks were, or the giant, pretty smile that overtook your features. To this day, he still tries to make you smile that big again.

C= cat or dog person

Honestly, All Might screams ‘dog person’ to me. He probably has a fondness for big breeds, often charmed by the ones who are too big to be lap dogs but act like one anyways. He doesn’t mind cats, and actually likes them quite a bit, but owning a cat would come after getting a dog to him.

D= dreams

Toshinori had already fulfilled his dream of being a hero, but his more domestic one is to have a family. He’s a good man, and loves children, so it’s only natural to want some of his own. Sadly, he had always been so busy as #1 and the danger of being that high profile and having a kid was much too great…he hopes later on in life he’ll be able to, even if he has to adopt.

E= evenings

If he’s not working, then his evenings are very laid back. He’ll eat dinner and either watch a show or read. If you ever happen to be over, he actually likes play board or card games with you to pass time. If he doesn’t have work early the next morning, he’ll often ask if you’d like to go to dinner, and treat you at an expensive restaurant– before taking you home and falling asleep in each others arms.

F= first date

Your first date was very simple and low-key, but it still made him incredibly nervous. He thought it would be nice to take you out for breakfast on a day where it wasn’t so busy– taking you on a long walk through the park. He had been so scared to ask to hold your hand, but he was glad he did– no matter how little the gesture was. It was you that kissed him by a pond, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t red for the rest of the day.

G= giggle

In muscled form, Toshinori has a booming laugh– it’s loud and deep, definitely heroic and manly sounding. In regular form, he laughs with more of a soft chuckle, which is very cute and gentle. It doesn’t take a lot to make him laugh; he really could giggle at anything you say that’s supposed to be funny. He’s a pun man, and always gets a kick out of them, even if he’s the one saying them.

H= hugs

Oh boy does he love hugs, and man is he good at them. Toshinori hugs with his whole body, both arms squeezing you tightly enough where you feel protected, but soft enough that it never hurts. He never gives side hugs, always goes all the way– even with fans, but it’s of course less intimate than when he’s with you. His favorite way to hug is with you in his lap, arms around his neck while his are around your waist, holding you close.

I= instrument

He’s never had time to really sit down and learn how to play one, no less keep up practice– but while his time in America he had learned how to play a few chords on an acoustic through David. He doesn’t remember much, but once he’s retired he’d like to get back into it, to give himself a hobby.

J= joy

A lot of things bring joy to Toshinoris life. Being a hero was one of them; saving people and gaining their love and trust was something he’s never give up, and it made all the hardships worth it. Midoriya and his heart of a true hero made his so proud and happy always, and that feeling seemed to grow each time he saw the boy improve. Having you in his life to love makes him calm and gleeful; you bring a domestic simplicity he’s always craved a bit; he’d never give that up.

K= kisses

Toshinori’s kisses are always passionate. He’s a passionate man, so his love has to be too. His lips are very soft, and they always feel just perfect against yours– holding you close and pecking yours softly when he leaves for the day, or a hand threading through your hair while he kisses you slow and heavy while pressed up against him on the sofa. They’re never too wet or overbearing, he knows how to move his lips just right.

L= love

Despite being handsome and well-liked, he’s very modest and a little shy when he likes someone. He’s a gentleman, but he tends to act more nice and soft towards you in particular; a clear sign he feels different. While he can be shy with his crush, he’s not above showing off a little too. During school, he’d always rise to the top of any fight or lesson– often turning to you with a smile to see if you noticed. He’s a bit like a puppy, it’s cute.

M= memory

His favorite personal memory would have to do with his master. He had never been incredibly close with his birth parents, so Nana had been a mother to him. He recalls one night after extensive and draining lesson, she invited him to her place for dinner. She cooked, stew that was hearty and thick, and talked to him for hours about his life outside of becoming the next OFA user, and what his dreams were. He’ll never forget the look of fondness on her face, or how intense her listening was. It made him wonder if she had consider him like a son.

N= no

By no fault of anyone else, Toshinori hates getting stuck. In his muscle form, he’s bulky and takes up a lot of space, so it’s hard to maneuver himself sometimes. Walking in the halls after school or trying to get to one destination on a busy sidewalk is hell in his muscle form, he’s too nice to push by and a little embarrassed to excuse his big self past anyone.

O= occupation

A given. Toshinori had always wanted to be a hero, so I imagine he was much like Midoriya growing up; not one to give into his fate of being quirkless, and always looking for a way that he would be able to achieve his dream. It all worked out, thankfully.

P= parent

Toshinori would be a fantastic father. He’s very caring and excitable, he’d be a fun and supportive dad. He had actually always wanted to someday have a child of his own, so if it were to ever happen he would absolutely shed tears. He’d be very hands-on during the pregnancy, no matter how tired he would be from hero work. He’d be secretive though, careful to not let any information on his child being his slip into public hands.

Q= questions

It’s not something he actively discusses since he doesn’t think about the topic too much, but he believes in aliens 100%! He finds it a little odd to think that we are alone in the universe (especially in the kind of world they live in, come on). Toshinori doesn’t partake in any religion, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t think there was a higher power up there.

R= romantic

He is so romantic in a relationship. He’s very busy in his hero life, but that never stops him from showing up on your doorstep after a patrol with flowers and dinner (no matter how tired he is). He says lots of fluffy things, mostly compliments that are so sweetly honest it could give you a cavity.

S= smile

In his line of work, the fact that he can save someone and hear their thanks never fails to make him smile. He loves that fact that people are willing to lean on him; put their trust into him. Toshinori was born to help people, and being able to live up to that makes everything worthwhile. In a romantic sense, being around you and just being is enough to make him smile. He feels most at peace when he is alone with you.

T= together

If he has the time to be, he can be very clingy. He’s an affectionate man, so if he’s able to he can lay with you wrapped in his arms all day. When the two of you share a free day, you never leave each others side. He’ll wake up with you in his arms, run around town holding your had, sit at home with an arm around your shoulder while you rest your head on his chest. Even while making dinner, you’re around each other. It’s very domestic and blissful.

U= unbearable

After his accident, Toshinori begins to always look down on himself, and talk very negatively. It’s unbearable in the sense that you hate to see your joyful and beautiful man so self-deprecating. When he’s like this, he hates when you fret over him. He feels like he doesn’t deserve it, so he often pushes you away. He never snaps, but he’s cold and blunt; it’s hard for the both of you.

V= Videos

Toshinori isn’t the best photo/video taker, but god forbid if he doesn’t try. His album is full of pictures of you; whether it’s one you posed for, or one he took while you were doing mundane things. Any selfies of you two are a little blurry if he took them, otherwise he has all the ones you do. He’s not much of a video taker, but if the situation arises (a surprise for you, or if the two of you ever have kids) he tries.

W= wedding

The wedding was actually small; only your family and some of his + Gran Torino and Dave. Any news of it was kept from the public in fear of it being ruined, so it took place out of the city in a small but pretty church. It was truly one of the best days of his life, and he cried when you walked down the isle. Most of this pictures are hanging up in your shared home, and he loves to gaze at them when he feels off.

X= eXtra

Toshinori likes to read and write poetry. It started as a hobby when he was younger, a way to release any pent-up emotions; and continued on throughout his life. His vows to you had been a short yet sweet piece; flowing beautifully and smoothly to the point you had also cried. If he did not become a hero, he very well could have been a famous poet.

Y= yuck

He likes baked goods and any edible sweets, but artificial sweet smells are a no for him. They smell fake and much too strong, often giving him a headache if he’s around a candle or perfume for too long.

Z= zzzz

Toshinori sleeps heavy, but he doesn’t get the chance to very often. He works shifts and on-call, so he’s often interrupted from a deep sleep. If he’s able to, he can sleep for ten hours interrupted, and it’s incredibly hard to wake him when he’s that far gone.

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THIS WEEK AND LAST WEEK ON DAIYA NO ACE (7/16 and 7/23)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

7/16 LIVEBLOG:

IMMEDIATE assault by eijun's handsome face

and his DETERMINATION

every time the OP comes on im like where are the babies? THERE THEY ARE @ firsties

the way i GASPED

THIS IS HOW WE FELL IN LOVE WITH EIJUN I TELL YOU

haha poor audience member doesnt know sawamura is mostly good at swinging from the bunt stance

eijun... you have every right to be frustrated

ugh... the way he looks when he was a doormat to the ace... i feel this too much my chest hurts

"if i had pitched like furuya did today i wouldve been subbed out" TOO TRUE AND OUCH

HE HITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

THE BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGENDDD

AND JUST LOOK AT ASADA AND KUKI'S F A C E S

DOUBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

lmao did eijun learn to run bases from mochi? now i want this

uhhh the announcer was wrong? the STANDS were all cheering and happy, it was mostly the dugout that was surprised

bc this is level of trust he gets from first string sigh

sorry all my frustration is here

HAHA OKAY BUT why does this look gayalso sawamura's little "na!" with the pew pew is so cute wtf

his lil cheeky face in the corner im hashjdlkdgj

haruichi and toujou in that shot look like they'd been helping him practice batting and it paid off

hslkhg eijun and his "hips!" i cant

KANEMARUUUUUUUUU

HELL YEAH TAKUMI NICE SHOULDER

nice eijun is safe

haha i never know who to root for bc i love all the bois

okay but

has anyone ever talked about how cool amahisa's eyes are???

i mean

look at this

so cool

yoooo wtf amahisa's voice in this part is really appealing??? damnn

so... kanemaru's a capable batter even if he's not top tier, why you gotta keep making him bunt

oh well, i like that face you're making kanemaru

noooooooooooo

it's okay kanemaru you did your best

cmon mochi bring him home!!!!!!!!!!

EIJUN ENOUGH WITH THE HIPS LMAO

yeah thats right mochi + other batters, give him the run support he deserves

AMAHISA THE DISASTER BI IM

"did he shave his eyebrows? he looks like a strong fighter" are you just checking him out

you'd want him to do those jump kicks amahisa

moon-face?????

omg i feel the tinglings... of a rarepair... amakura.....................

what was i saying about his EYES??

come the fuck ON dont leave eijun stranded on second!!!!!!

HHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MY BOISSSSSSSSSSS

SHOW ME YOUR FACEEE

(and u rite yall amahisa is yabai)

THERE BE YOUR FACEEEE

IM SO EMOTIONAL

AND HIS VOICE

FUCKLE

AND HIMSTDVEEE

whoaaa that slowmo pitching sequence!

HARUCCHIII

oh hello eijun upping the tempo and looking great doing it

wow this super HD sparkle miyuki

EIJUN IS BEAUTIFULLLL and lowkey this looks like the OP

ASADA AND KUKI MY SONS I WOULD DIE FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUUU

BEING SO EXCITED ABOUT THE CUTTER KAI AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I ALSO LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HLKDHFS AURA

okay sun we gettin a lil cap happy

another pretty eijun shottttt

WHOA 3D BALL

3D SLOWMO BALL

N* H* TT * R

i feel like i jinxed him sorry eijun

also i LOVE when the stands yell OSH OSH OSH back

wow toujou's voice was. so cute??

noriiiii i love you so much and thank you

furuya silently reflecting huh?

YO WTF IN THE MANGA NORI'S CAP COVERS FURUYA'S NUMBER WTF ANIMATORS ITS ICONIC

awww theyre all patting him i wanna pat eijun too

NORIIIIII YOU ARE SO PRECIOUS

kanemaru's eyes are gray??

kousei-san.......... mayhaps i have.......... Feelings about this

"gureato" man tahara is great

HLJSKDFHKGSFJGKFHDGLDF BLONDE AMAHISA

THIS IS JUST FUELING MY AMAKURA LMAOOO

WHY IS BLONDE HAIR IN MIDDLE SCHOOL A RUNNING JOKE IN ANIME

kuramochi, amahisa, hyuuga from knb, alla dem yankees

oh my god is that suddenly shaved head amahisa still in first year he's so smol

wow kousei is so eccentric haha i love it

YESSS BRINGING BACK MANAKA-BOY

omg yakushi cameo!!

wow this is so pleasant to look at and idk why??

his eyeeesss

and this too omgg

I SEE NISHINO

omgggg are they who i think they are

YES THEY AREANIMATORS REALLY BE FEEDING ME TODAY

sorry mimei that was too much tension in a single glance not to be homoerotic

go shirasu-senpai!

wellll shit, rip zono and rip seidou

142 pitches???????? are they throwing out amahisa's arm imma fight

YO OKAY BUT DOES THIS MEAN INAJITSU VS ICHIDAI

"that wouldnt be any fun" uh you do realize you're talking about a person's physical health right audience member???

the. ace. is. not. the. only. player.

its okay this is the peanut gallery they dont matter in the long run

omg are the first years wearing their school uniform slacks

AWWWW TAKU OFFERED TO CARRY SAWAMURA'S BAG

taku always worried about everyone and sawamura looking rather nice actually

HLJSKFDHGD AMAHISA'S FACE LIGHTING UP AT EIJUN

omg was that a little bow eijun made at amahisa before moving on?

"something i want to ask you" are you boutta ask him out amahisa

im sorry i love eyes too much

and also! eijun getting the recognition he deserves!! buuuut from another team rip

cmon eijun he's trying to be nice tbh

lmao koushuu and shirakawa should meet... resting bitch face club

"i've never seen kousei-san take interest in another pitcher" THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS TO UNPACK IN THIS STATEMENT

LMAO HE DID HE DID ASK FOR HIS LINE

my sonsssss

yes asada and kuki, be free! go move around!

asdkfh i just squee every time taku

and these lines on koushuu look so nice??

intense son

scremmm

he's so happy and fired up to see koushuu fired up im

wholeass Sons™

lmao koushuu getting mad for sawamura

my inexperience... yes kataoka

teito and inajitsu coaches lmao

500K rivals to fwb to lovers

ive always thought kunitomo's neck crack is so funny

UHHHHH CARLOSHIRA REALLY TOYING WITH MY HEART HERE

THIS IS NOT OKAY

IM NOT OKAY

mochi looking mighty fine in this shot

aw... ejun sitting alone....

just wanna say oda and kuroki very lesbian in the ED

preview

ooh mei batting

sawamura and furuya watching so intently!!

INUI KENGOOOOOO

aw... eijun turning to harucchi for support

oh man third years...

SUMMARY (7/16):

eijun DOUBLES!!

rip seidou tho

amahisa's eyes??? pretty???

ATTACC BY INAJITSU CAMEO

taku offering to carry eijun's bag + serious senpai face

careful amahisa your gay is showing

koushuu mad on eijun's behalf lmao

inajitsu vs teito next!

7/23 LIVEBLOG:

ah yes, that tension-filled mimei look

CAN THEY STOP TESTING ME WITH CARLOSHIRA SCREENS

ooh this parallel of mei and mukai #1s

why does mei look so young at bat lmao

rather nice shot of mukai tbh

omg that tiny background akamatsu is adorable

WOW i love this shot

hell yeah mei kicking ass and taking names

boi... what you doin

KANETOU RIGHTS

kuraharu rights too!!

wow mochi's voice, never over it

BOI ARE THEY JUST SHOWING SHIPS LOOK AT MINORI

lookit mochi bein a good senpai

ooh eijun finally said no huh

mochi and harucchi look so concerned tbh i am too

mm and miyuki and furuya too huh

WHAT IS THIS BLEP STAHP

oowada always cracks me up lmao

esp when mine is so grave next to her

oh so mukai likes gambling? im not surprised lmaooo

INUI-SANNN I LOVE YOUUU

THE BOIIII

H E

H I M S T

omg the way tetsu says carlos sounds all proud and im soft

PRETTY BOIS DOIN J O B S

GETTIN THAT BREAD

omg two RBIs too good job shirakawa!!!

omg im so glad mei encouraged itsuki

have i ever mentioned

inui x mukai RIGHTS

ESP THIS SEQUENCE OF MUKAI (AND INUI) PRACTICING

BOIIII

that toujou face... some toujou and mukai art i saw comes to mind

DAMN THE IMAGE WHEN INUI HITS IM WOW

also is carlos actually wearing his compression undershirt holy wow

he didnt used to at least

ANYWAY INUI DINGERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

HELL YAHHH

omg was that a little tiger next to inui SO CUTE

oh my god "mei-san mei-san" too cute

LMAO TOO LONG

MEI I SWEAR

yoo mei you okay there

SLOW MO BALL

okay why does he look so good please

OKAY WHY DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD PLEASE

do you know how many times i had to rewind for this screenshot

shirakawa also looks good frustrated fuckle

mei stop shakin off signs dammit

ooh nice akamatsu shot

seidou shares one (1) brain cell in this screen

much too short a game damn...

ive heard we were robbed of itsuki's blush??? cause hello i need catcher catcher goodness with him and inui

omg... they're literal children

SSLKDFHLSKDHGSSTOPPPPPPPPP

IM WEAK OKAY

I KNOW IT

I ACCEPT IT

HOW DAREMSTDVE

AND HIS V O I C E

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFF

hahaha anyway im just laughing at carlos being a momentary harada

"mei-san" !!!

mei x mukai... so chaotic

wow amahisa looks so nice???

lmao they really didnt HAVE to put harucchi in the bg when miyuki's talking to furuya but they DID

miyuki... looking at mei too long not to be homo there

eijun :c

oh man

that really hurt

the face of a SON tho

"so you are human after all" so many things i want to say about this

sawamura... doesn't seem to hold a grudge against furuya at all and honestly wow...

tho its def not furuya's fault i think thats a mark of him being pretty mature!

anyway im glad furuya wants to watch the video too

also nabe!!!!! i wonder how close eijun and nabe are and how many times eijun has bothered him for the videos haha

ochiai, a backup catcher... interesting

"he must overcome this on his own" do you know how many problems there are with this statement

yeah it wasnt fair

"for better or for worse" are you kidding

oh furusawa lmaoo

and nabe just patient over there

oh hello masayui and kanetou

anime fist clench

koushuu!!!

oh man miyuki introspection......... i know where this is going.........

appreciating sawamura's hard work and optimism!!!!!

HE IS READY DAMMIT

how many more times does he have to prove it to you

loveLY but also reused?

WOW IM EMOTIONAL ALL THESE MEMORIES...

ALSO THIS IS PRETTY DAMN GAY...

and the shadow of miyuki in the background... WOW

three months............. until the third years retire...........................................

im not okA Y............................

all the things this smile hides

preview

BOI YOU ALREADY PITCH THAT WELL

wow too many sons

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

BABY TAKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

AND BABY KOUSHUU

END CARD WITH MANAGERS AAA CUTE

SUMMARY (7/26):

mei kicking ass and taking names

mukai and his fooken BLEP

PRETTY INAJITSU BOIS DOIN JOBS

INUI DINGERRR

inui/mukai rights

mei + mukai actual CHILDREN

carloshira stop attaccing sun challenge f a iled

eijun @ harucchi :c

three months...

SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

#daiya spoilers #daiya no ace act ii #daiya no ace #inajitsu #teito #seidou

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