#my fingers are so cold in this room i cant type without messing up

[deadinsideart]

Omg a second post today!

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Just three friends hanging out

Celebrating together...

Nothing bad is ever gonna happen to this friend group, noo

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I love the color palette for Kanpai Funk it's so pretty

[arhvste]

❝ the morning after ❞

ft : suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, kozume kenma, asahi azumane

warnings : sfw but suggestive - implied sex [night before]

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> sleeps in with you

-> neither of you are in a rush to get up and you’re both tired

-> he’s lazy but he has stamina and that’s evident from last night

-> around 11:30AM he’ll grunt at you signalling he’s awake

-> “oi, you awake?”

-> his voice is heavy with sleep and his hands are already looking for your body

-> eventually you’ll stir awake and find your bodies been shifted so you’re back in his arms

-> suna is naturally warm so his body heat is transferring onto you keeping you satisfied in his arms

-> “morning rin” you’ll mumble tiredly back at him

-> the second he hears your voice he’s got a lazy grin painted across his face

-> “wanna get up in a minute?” he’ll ask

-> what he means is he wants breakfast

-> but he’ll be the one cooking so don’t worry

-> he’ll slip his large t-shirt over you to keep you covered and carry you on his back downstairs before sitting you on the kitchen counter

-> lucky you, you get a nice view of his bare back whist he cooks

-> he’ll still be yawning and stretching whist he’s by the cooker but then he hisses slightly

-> why?

-> because you left some angry marks on his back last night >:(

-> “i’ll take care of those after breakfast”

-> your reassurance is cute because he doesn’t actually need treatment but the fact you’re willing to take care of him is precious to him

-> “you gonna take care of me yeah?”

-> pretty side glancing at you in his shirt

-> he wants to tease you, he really does

-> but he just can’t stop himself from losing himself in the sight of you sat on the kitchen counter with one of his shirts covering you while you tiredly rub your eyes

-> he’s so whipped

-> too whipped in fact because he loses concentration of everything else

-> “rin, you’ve seen me with and without this shirt many times now focus”

-> “nah, i like the view”

-> “and i like my eggs preferably not burnt.”

-> he looks down at the pan, and you’re right

-> “worth it”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> he’s up early no matter what his late night activities were

-> and he would be up on his morning run right now but there’s something stopping him

-> you cutely curled up beside him in bed

-> you’re not even awake and yet you still have control over him

-> he just sighs and hopes you wake up soon so you can both shower together

-> although he loves making a mess with you, he loves cleaning it up better

-> he’s literally itching for a shower by the time you stir awake

-> see, he actually waits for you to wake up because he respects he wore you out last night

-> “good morning princex, shower?”

-> he’s already scooping you up from the bed before you even have a chance to respond

-> yourself and sakusa have a very spacious shower room

-> sakusa isn’t a fan of those tight little single showers so he made sure to purchase an apartment with nothing but the most luxurious bathroom layout and facilities

-> please, you even have one of those tile benches installed in the shower

-> and this is perfect because sakusa loves washing your hair for you

-> his fingers are perfect in your hair as he works in the products you use and throughly washes it after

-> he’s very gentle and after washing you down you do the same for him

-> pressing wet kisses along your shoulder blade and collarbone, he loves the feeling of your hands lathering soap across his body

-> he would argue that the activities the morning after were more enjoyable than the activities in the bedroom

-> but they’re both important to him in different ways

-> the soft mutters of “i love you” and “thank you” are exchanged between the two of you as he handled you gently

-> will carefully lead you out the bathroom and sit you down by the big vanity in your room before pulling out a hair dryer

-> the two of you take self care importantly and make sure to take care elf one another accordingly

-> mornings after with sakusa are slow but very intimate

MIYA ATSUMU

-> an early riser but will sleep in the next morning

-> he honestly just wants you close to him for as long as possible

-> he’ll joke about going for a morning round but really he just wants you cuddled up close to him

-> slow kisses always occur when it comes to mornings with him

-> he doesn’t care that it’s mid winter and the two of you are still naked

-> he’ll get his morning kisses one way or another so as soon as he stirs awake he’s trapped you in his arms so you can’t leave him

-> presses kisses along your shoulders and back as he waits for you to wake up

-> honestly, he’s just in love with you all over again

-> who allowed his s/o to be so perfect even first thing in the morning :(

-> “morning tsumu” makes him perk up everytime

-> “mornin’ doll”

-> doesn’t care how awake you are, the fact you’re speaking tells him you’re awake enough for a slow make out sesh before getting up

-> these types of kisses arent like the ones from the night before

-> they’re equally as special but they’re different

-> these kisses are slow and meaningful, he’s making sure you’re aware of how gentle he really can treat you

-> they’re a reminder that he does think you’re special and he does care and want to keep you safe

-> his love language is physical affection and he tells you he loves you through the long and slow kisses he forces you to crave more of

-> after a while you will tell him it’s time to get up though

-> he’ll whine but oblige and get up and out of the covers revealing a very naked atsumu

-> “like what ya see? we can always go for another round if ya-”

-> “get in the shower and i’ll see you downstairs for breakfast in 10.”

-> “yes angel :,)”

KOZUME KENMA

-> waking up at the same time as kenma is a blessing and a curse

-> he loves that he gets to wake up and see you at the same time you see him

-> but he’s also not prepared to be met with his naked s/o first thing in the morning

-> he won’t even look you in the eye

-> “kenma, are you okay?”

-> “you’re um naked”

-> “yes?”

-> “aren’t you cold or something maybe you should put something on”

-> “but just a few hours ago you were eating m-”

-> “JUST PUT SOMETHING ON!”

-> he’s so embarrassed but it’s only because you both know the effect you have over him

-> you just laugh and call him a baby

-> but maybe you should’ve just stayed naked because he’s even more flustered at the sight of you in his sweater

-> your naked body is under that :0

-> he wears that sweater when he streams too :0

-> scandalous >:)

-> “take it off.”

-> “but you just said t-”

-> “kitten please, you’re doing it on purpose”

-> he’s so flustered and it’s all your fault

-> he’s so worried he looks weird in front of you but honestly it’s cute seeing him so vulnerable

-> you just pull him back down under the covers to sleep for a little longer

-> and who is he is deny when you’re clinging to him in his sweater like that

-> looking down at your precious face too

-> how is he ever meant to say no to you

-> and honestly sleep sounds so desirable right now

-> maybe when he wakes up he’d be more prepared for the sight of you in his clothes

-> he’s just so in love with you and he loves and hates that you have this effect over him

-> but he’s glad that it’s you that has this effect on you and only you

ASAHI AZUMANE

-> you are not getting up early in the morning

-> actually, you’re not getting up at all because you ache

-> and it’s a pain because you wake up before him

-> so you’re just kinda sat there waiting for him to wake up

-> when he does wake up he’s met with a small smirk painted across your face

-> “morning?”

-> “i cant move”

-> “please don’t say it like that!”

-> he is so apologetic

-> he didn’t mean to hurt you and besides you were technically asking for it :(

-> but he will pamper you because he feels horrible

-> even if you tell him it’s okay he won’t listen and he will treat you the way he feels you should be

-> he’ll keep you in bed and go make you breakfast

-> any mail is brought up for you to read in bed

-> any water or coffee you require he will bring

-> “baby i’m not sick”

-> “but you can’t move and it’s my fault”

-> please dhsbdjebd

-> he will be like this for most of the day until you insist you feel better

-> constant apologises are given to you throughout the day despite the fact you promise you’re okay

-> he feels so bad oh :(

-> reassure him enough and he’ll start to believe you though

-> also reassure him it’s not his fault because he will be mentally taking note for the next time you guys ya know >:)

-> “why do you ask for it if you know it hurts the next morning”

-> and he has a point

-> “because it’s worth it”

-> that’s always your argument

-> and besides if that’s why you want from him at the time he won’t deprive you

-> you just have to promise to let him take care of you the next morning that’s all

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Kenma’s kitten

Happy birthday to me 🥰🥳 and as a birthday present to myself here is a nasty kenma fic because no one requested anything for my best boy and since I mention cold weather this does count as a Christmas fic. 

Kenma x reader, Kuroo x reader, Nekoma team x reader

warnings: okay here we go, Smut, degradation, oral, group sex, squirting, crying, hair pulling, overstim, No beta we die like men. 

word count: 4,000 (about)

sumarry: Kenma (and kuroo) fuck you while the rest of the team listens in on discord

It started innocently enough. Just sitting on Kenma’s lap while he plaid some game with the other Nekoma boys. It was nice to sit and cuddle with him even when he was busy with something else. Despite the cold snowy weather, his body was warm and it was making you a little sleepy.

 Kenma had tried to teach you how to play this particular game but you sucked at it and you much preferred just watching him play. But after a while, you grew bored watching the same map over and over again as he gunned down opponents left and right. 

So you climbed off his lap to stretch your legs promising to return with snacks. You could hear Kuroo laugh through the headset teasing Kenma about how much you babied him. When you came back Kenma lifted his arms making room for you on his lap. Instead, you smirked, Kenma didn’t seem to struggle with this game at all, why not make it a little challenging for him?

You smiled and sank to your knees running your hands over his thighs. Kenma’s eyes went wide before shrugging and turning back to his game, yelling at lev like nothing was happening. You didn’t mind, you could make him pay attention to you.  Kenma angled his hips up letting you tug down his sweatpants revealing his red boxers. 

You rested your chin on his thigh running your hands over his crotch feeling his soft cock jump as you run your palm over him. He was breathing a little heavier, now as his length twitched to life under your touch, his cheeks turning pink. Kenma canted his hips up to meet your hand. His gold eyes dropped from the screen to meet your gaze momentarily. 

Obediently you reached inside his boxers and pulled out his half-hard cock, stroking it lightly with one hand. You ran your thumb over the slit making him gasp. 

“Kenma? Are you okay?” someone asked over the headset

“I’m fine,” he grunted back, glaring at you.  You continued to bob your hand up and down feeling each vein and curve of his length. Kenma’s cock was thin and long curved upwards with a pretty pink head and a mess of tangled pubic hair at the base of his groin. You reached over and snagged a bottle of lube out of his desk drawer, you were lucky Kenma kept his sex stuff next to his gaming stuff. You popped the cap and squirted a little in your palm before slicking it down his cock. 

Kenma, normally quiet, let out a hiss at the feeling of the cold slick touching him, the wet clicking of your hand as it traveled up and down his shaft was louder than you expected and you worried that some of the boys might hear. 

“Kenma? You okay?” 

“I got shot,” your boyfriend mumbled back, a lie you were sure, 

“Keep your eyes on the game baby,” you teased, earring you a glare. Kenma, who seemed to be enjoying your hand job, was seeming to get used to the friction, and his attention turned back to his game, you couldn’t have that, you put both hands on his cock jerking him off in unison before twisting your hands in opposite directions as you jerked him off making his hips buck. You could see his pretty gold eyes roll back inside his head, his hand going limp around his controller almost dropping it on your head. 

“Put it your mouth,” he grunted regaining his control you smiled and mouthed

“make me” you mouthed

“What was that Kenma?” Kuroo asked over the controller and you froze, had your little game been ruined? Surly your shy boyfriend would blush and shut the game off in embarrassment, or so you thought. 

Instead, he took his hand off the controler and ran his fingers through your hair yanking your head towards his cock.

“(y/n) is sucking me off, or at least, She should be, She’s kind of being a brat,” he growled into the microphone. You could hear the other boys laughing and Lev even whine about how much he wished his girlfriend would suck him off while he gamed. Your cheeks went bright red, you opened your mouth to defend yourself but Kenma shoved you forward again and you ended up with his cock in your mouth gagging you. 

There was another chorus of laughter as they heard you gag. “I thought you said she was sucking your dick not choking on it,” Yaku called

“Is there a difference?” Kenma asked, your eyes were watering, a result of his cockhead bumping the back of your throat. You fought back your gag reflex and slowly took the rest of his cock down your throat until your tongue was hanging against his balls, your nose pressed firmly into his pubic hair. 

“Is she deep throating you?” someone asked.

“Yeah, little slut it real good at taking cock down her throat,” he scoffed fisting in your hair and dragging your head back up, you tried not to choke once he shoved his cock back down your throat but you couldn’t help but splutter a little bit making everyone cheer again. You felt humiliated, there was a whole team of boys laughing at you while you sucked Kenma’s cock. 

“They’re saying some really nasty things about you baby you want to hear?” Kenma asked by taking off his headset and putting the headphones around your ears, angling the microphone to pick up the lewd sound of you sucking his cock. 

“What a slut, you couldn’t even wait until he was offline to get his dick huh?”

“Who knew or manager was such a greedy little cock slut,”

“Bet you let him cum in your mouth and swallow it all,”

“Nah man Kenma probably busts all over her face and tits and makes ‘em lick it up”

“Fuck I want to cum on (y/n)’s face,”

“I bet she’d let you, whores like that will take any dick that comes their way,” 

“You think she’d let me fuck her ass while she sucked off Kenma? That’s hot” 

All the while Kenma put both of his hands in your hair, the game long forgotten, he carded his hands through your hair so he could bob your head for you setting a brutal pace, not giving you a moment’s rest. He was being extra mean for your audience. 

Kenma released his hold on you momentarily pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture, the flash blinding you. 

There was a collective groan in your ear as the boys opened the photo Kenma sent

“Ew, I don’t want to see Kenma’s dick,”

“Shut up Fukunaga it’s not like it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,”

“Awe (Y/n) is the one wearing the headset. Does that mean you can hear us right now, miss manager?” you let out a broken moan in answer. 

“Awe don’t feel too bad (y/n), you look so pretty with a cock in your mouth and with tears in your eyes,” someone cooed. And the other boys agreed. Suddenly the vile comments were now aimed at you directly

“You should take out your tits and let Kenma hump your chest,”

“Kenma’s cock isn’t even that big you’d probably die trying to take my fat dick,”

“(y/n) how wet are you?”

“Yeah show us that wet little cunt,”

“What are they saying? They want to see you naked?” Kenma asked, only catching bits of the conversion. You nodded. And he smirked. 

“Why don’t you let me use this mouth to get off then I’ll repay the favor,” he whispered, He started bucking his hips faster, fucking your mouth faster than you could handle, 

“Oh, it sounds like Kenma is going to cum,”

“Damn I wish we could see,”

They were right, Kenma buried himself to the hilt inside your mouth and let out a strangled cry as hot cum filled your mouth. 

“Don’t you dare swallow yet I want to see it,” he growled, you did your best not to swallow the salty liquid. Kenma pulled back and took out his phone again. You knew what he wanted without him having to say it.

You cupped your hands beneath your chin and stuck your tongue out, the cum dripped out of your mouth onto your chin and down your neck. Again the flash blinded you as Kenma snapped a picture.  And again you could tell the exact moment the photo sent in the discord server because of the collective groan that came from your headphones. 

“Fuck you’re so hot (y/n),” 

“I’m going to fucking cum,”

“Such a good little cum slut,”

“She’s pretty isn’t she?” Kenma asked into the microphone picking you up on shaky legs sitting you down in his chair. “Take off your clothes baby,” he ordered. There were whoops and hollers encouraging you to  “strip for daddy,” even though they couldn’t see you it still felt like you were getting naked in front of the whole team. You stripped quickly, only taking the headset off momentarily to take off your shirt. You sat back down on the chair, bare. You shivered slightly, you hadn’t realized how cold it was in his room. 

“Keep talking to her,” Kenma ordered into the mic before sinking to his knees. He threw your legs over his shoulders and started attaching your cunt with his mouth. You yelped as he rolled your clit between his teeth 

“What’s going on?”

“Yeah what’s he doing to you?” 

“Jesus you yowl like a cat in heat,”

You gulped and struggled to find your voice, when you spoke it came out husky, probably because of the rough throat fucking you’d just endured. 

“H-he’s eating my pussy,” you whined and you could feel Kenma smirk against your folds, his tongue darting out to circle your entrance and lap at the wetness that had already leaked out. 

“Damn lucky,”

“I bet that little pussy is so sweet,”

“Nah she’s a whore you can probably taste the dick on her, I’d never go down on a slut like that.”

“I’m surprised Kenma is eating her out. He didn't seem like the type.”

You could feel Kenma smile again before his tongue went up to circle your clit, at the same time two of his narrow, dextrous fingers slipped inside of you making you cry out again. 

“What did he do now (y/n)?”

“Bet he put his tongue in her,”

“Nah I bet she likes it better when he sucks on her clit,”

“Maybe he’s playing with her ass.”

“Fingers,” you moaned breathily. Then cried out when Kenma stroked your g-spot 

“Keep telling us what he’s doing,”

“Keep moaning baby girl give me something to jerk off too,”

“God, you should stream this next time if you’re going to tease us like this.”

You did your best to narrate what was happening but it was hard when your head was spinning. 

“H-his tongue is on m-my clit and he’s fingering me,” you whimpered  “my hands are in his hair, t-too keep him where I want him,”

“Ohhh I should have guessed Kenma was the kinky likes getting his hair pulled type.”

“What about you kitty do you like getting your hair pulled while you get fucked?” just as the question was asked Kenma sucked on your clit harshly. 

“YES!” you shrieked bucking your hips against your boyfriend’s face. And there was a peel of laughter from the other boys. 

“Ahhh he’s probably j-just doing this to make you jealous Kenma h-hates going down on me normally,” you admitted tugging on his hair again.

“Awe that’s a shame princess, I’d eat your pussy every night if you let me,”

“Fucking dick,”

“He doesn’t let us fuck you but he won’t even fuck you properly himself? Lame,”

“FUCK KENMA!” you shrieked as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. You felt him smirk against your clit as he suckled your sex. 

“You sound so pretty when you moan my name,” he murmured around you. “Keep moaning baby let them know who’s making you feel so good,” he ordered, and even if you had wanted to keep quiet you didn’t think you could. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning loudly, just like you couldn’t stop yourself from humping his mouth as he kept fucking you with his mouth, his tongue dipping down to tease your entrance with your fingers.

“She’s so loud,”

“I’m kind of into it,”

“Bet he has to gag her half the time,”

“Jesus you heard her when she was sucking his cock a gag barely dose anything,”

“Are you going to cum kitty? You sound like you’re close,”

“Fuck yes I’m close,” you moaned

“P-please Kenma let me cum I’ve been so good please,” you begged looking down at him but he gave no indication that he would let you. 

“You have been good haven’t you,” someone snickered

“Awe Kenma wouldn’t be mean enough to stop you from cumming right?”

“He might Kenma is a real jerk,”

“Just to you Lev, I doubt he’s a dick to his girlfriend,”

You didn’t know whether or not you should be glad the attention was off of you. You had kind of enjoyed it when they were mocking you. Then again you were too close to your orgasm to care

“I’m going to cum oh fuck Kenma I’m going to cum,” you whined your legs shaking. You tried to pull away from his mouth the pleasure was too much for you to handle. Kenma didn’t let you go, he hooked his arms around your thighs keeping you flush against his mouth. 

“Oh, baby you sound so good when you’re about to cum,”

“Your wet pussy is so loud,”

“Damn Kenma is getting into it,”

“Whatever I could still eat her out better,” 

The tight ball of pleasure in your core snapped sending you spiraling into ecstasy, you were too distracted to even check if the loud moan you let out was embarrassing or not. Kenma softly kissed your cunt and gave small kitten licks to your clit as he pulled his fingers out of you leaving you shaking.

There was a sudden knock at the door making you flinch, and your eyes went wide. 

“Kenma who is that?” you hissed trying to cover up your naked lower half.

“Relax it’s just Kuroo,” Kenma said getting off his knees

“What the fuck do you mean it’s just Kuroo? Did you invite him over?” you demand, ignoring the chaos currently going on in the headset

“Yeah He asked if he could fuck you a little bit and I mean you don’t mind do you?” he asked opening the door letting Tetsurou in. You blushed. 

“I don’t but that’s not the point-” You whined.

“Then what’s the problem?” Kenma asked and at that moment you keyed back into the conversation. 

“This is such fucking bullshit!”

“Why the fuck does Kuroo get to fuck (y/n),”

“I’m driving to Kenma’s house right fucking now,”

“What makes you think they’re at Kenma’s place?”

“(y/n) please don’t fuck Kurro it’ll make us sad,”

“Damn I wish I was Kenma’s best friend if this is what it gets you.”

“Hey (y/n),” Kuroo said stripping off his shirt, “you aren’t uncomfortable are you?” he asked with that stupid cocky grin on his face. This wasn’t the first time having sex with Kuroo but you were a little miffed that your consent was taken for granted. 

Kuroo leaned in kissing you, snickering when he heard the uproar of the other boys. His big hands slipped under your shirt fondling your breasts. 

“Oh your tits are so nice and soft,” he moaned right into the microphone, “your nipples are so sensitive baby,” he teased, twisting your nipples making you gasp. Kuroo’s mouth fell to your neck and he sucked lightly on the skin.

“Don’t you dare give her a hickey,” Kenma snapped, sounding genuinely jealous. Kuroo spread your legs thumbing at your clit making your thighs tremble 

“If you’re going to fuck them hurry up and do it,” 

Kuroo didn’t bother fully removing the basketball shorts he was wearing, he just shoved them down his hips enough to pull out his cock. He reached down stroking his own cock with one hand and the other he circled your clit.

“(y/n) are you still there?”

“Dumbass you can hear her breathing?”

“Tell us what’s happening right now,”

“Kuroo is touching my clit, and he’s jerking off,” you breathed. 

“Fucking tease,”

“God, why won’t he just fuck you?”

“How can he hold himself back?” 

Kuroo started kissing your neck again, keeping his teeth to himself, heading kenma’s warning. He teased your entrance for only a minute, before pushing inside you. You couldn’t help but cry out. Though kenma’s fingers felt good inside of you they had done nothing to stretch you out, and Kuroo’s cock was so big. Thick and girthy where Kenma’s was slender, veny and purple, mean-looking and intimidating, not near as pretty as your boyfriends. 

You reached up and scratched at Kuroo’s back as he bottomed out inside of you. He took a minute to enjoy the feeling of your wet walls gush and spasm around him. He looked to his left and saw Kenma perched catlike on the desk watching intently. 

Kuroo started moving, he started slowly fighting against your ironclad grip on his cock. You scratched at his back moaning loudly as he fucked you, the head of his cock bumping your cervix with each thrust. The chatter in the headset continued, the boy’s jealous comments about how badly they wanted to be the ones fucking you fueling Kurro to fuck you harder, pulling stilted moans and broken cries from your throat as his cock stirred up your insides. 

Kenma dropped from his perch and in one quick stroke, he was on top of you. Kissing your neck and playing with your nipples just the way you liked.

“Oh Kenma!” you moaned, the first intelligible word you’d said a long time. It made Kurro jealous, he was the one balls deep in you, rutting against your g-spot so why did you scream Kenma’s name at just the lightest touches? Maybe he’d just have to fuck you a little harder. 

Kuroo reached up and tangled his fingers in your hair yanking hard causing tears to spring to your eyes. 

“Te-Tetsu, do-don’t be mean,” you whined pathetically, He didn’t really care whether or not you liked getting your hair pulled, you had said his name, and that’s all that really mattered. Kenma, seemingly bored of littering hickeys across your neck, cupped your face and kissed you passionately. The wet sounds traveling to the rest of the team. 

Kuroo felt giddy, all those jealous boys wanting what he had. He could feel you sucking around him, and your ankles had hooked around his hips, you were going to cum. Kuroo snagged the microphone and brought it to his lips. 

“She’s going to cum, she’s going to cum all over my cock then I’m going to stuff her stupid little cunny with my cum and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he laughed. Once those words left his lips, the insults started flooding in. 

“Fucking whore”

“Dirty slut,”

“God of course the stupid bitch would let him cum in her.”

“How many men have used that filthy little cunt princess?”

“Bet it doesn’t even matter that it’s your captain fucking you, you’d let anyone fuck you.”

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t speak around kenma’s tongue. You did feel like a stupid whore letting Kurroo fuck you, letting the other guys speak like that to you, the Nekoma team used to respect you, now there was no way any of them could look at you and see anything but a fucktoy. 

You knew now that each time you talked to them they’d wonder who’s cum was soaking in your cunt right at that moment, if your panties were wet and if you’d let them stuff their hand between your legs to find out. 

But none of that seemed to matter now. All that mattered was Kurroo’s cock and Kenma’s hands, and the tight ball of pleasure building in your core, before snapping. Your cum gushed over Kuroo’s stomach leaving both boys slightly stunned. Kuroo broke the silence with his hyena laugh. 

“Damn (y/n) I didn’t know you squirted like that!” he bellowed and in your ear, the “dirty whore” comments made another round. 

“Okay Kuroo pull out,” Kenma said, his own erection needing attention. 

“I haven’t even cum yet,” Kuroo whined

“Then hurry up,” Kuroo didn’t need to be told twice, he started fucking you again. Your cum hitting his pelvis with each thrust. It only took a few more strokes for him to moan and empty himself inside of you, he pulled out your juices mixing with his, and dripped down from your core. Kenma pounced quickly pushing the mixture back inside of you with his fingers while he pulled out his own hard cock. 

“Kenma please no- I can’t take it I’m too sore,” you begged. 

“Come on slut if you can’t take cock then what are you  good for?”

“Yeah I bet you’re just saying that what you really mean is ‘please daddy fuck me harder’”

“I’ll be gentle, baby, I just need to be inside of you,” Kenma breathed, pushing his cock into easily with the slick mixture of cum still inside of you. As gentle as he was it still made you wince, your battered walls too sensitive to take any amount of friction. Not that it didn’t feel good, It almost felt too good, his  cock grazing against different spots then Kuroo had reached making you see stars. 

“You’re crying princess, does it really feel that good?” Kuroo asked wiping the tears from your cheeks

“Hurts,” you complained 

“Suck it up and take it whore,” someone snapped over the headset making you wince, 

“Awe don’t listen to them princess, even if you take cock like a whore that doesn’t mean you are one,” Kurroo reassured you reaching down and stroking your clit again. 

“You’re an angel baby so pretty when you’re like this, they’re just jealous don't listen to them, pay attention to me,” Kuroo said and continued to whisper praise in your ear while Kenma fucked you. 

“Fuck I’m going to cum,” you moaned. 

“Already?”

“I told you I was sensitive,” both boys smiled to themselves and both of them started going even harder on you, both of them trying to push you over the edge

“K-Kenma,” you moaned as another orgasm ripped through your body leaving you shaking 

“Fuck good girl, such a good girl,” Kenma groaned his own orgasm taking over and for the second time, you felt a load of cum being pumped inside of you. Kenma caught his breath and rested his head on your chest. And he ended the discord call. 

“The team is going to be pissed you ended the call without any warning,” Kuroo said, putting on his clothes. 

“I don’t care,” Kenma huffed, holding your wreaked body close to his chest. 

“Right well it’s your funeral Monday,” he snickered “see you later (y/n),” he said, and then it was just you and Kenma. 

“Come on,” Kenma said taking off the headset and helping you to your feet,

“I’ll run us a bath and we can relax together.” he offered 

“Kenma I think I need a rag or something,” you said awkwardly trying not to let the cum inside of you spill out onto the carpet.

“Oh right, well we’ll get cleaned up in the bathroom,” Kenma decided his eyes on your glistening cunt. He was already deciding between finger fucking you until the cum was all out or spraying your pussy with the showerhead until you cried, he wasn’t quite done with you yet, he just wanted a little privacy at this particular moment. After all, at the end of the day, you were his and his alone.

[stopbeingcurious]

You make me feel young again*

PART THREE / MASTERLIST

pairing: post azkaban sirius black x y/n

warning: dirty thoughts/ letters

a/n i had so many request to make more of this series so here we are... enjoy :P

A couple of weeks had gone past, without any contact from Sirius and yours and Professor Lupins relationship had gone back to normal, like nothing had ever happened.

The only thing on your mind was the way Sirius touched you, how his skin felt against yours. You missed it.

You remember the words Sirius spoke the last and only time you were together;

“Not many girls like you,”

Not many girls like you? The way Sirius spoke about his time as a teenager he made it sound like he had slept around.

It was taunting your mind, you wanted to see Sirius again, you needed too. You daydreamed in class about him, at lunch in the shower, in bed. You needed that mans affection again.

It got so bad that you were loosing sleep, you were genuinely so aroused that you couldn't sleep at night, not with a puddle and a heartbeat between your legs.

You thought you could relieve some of the tension yourself but of course that didn't work, just made it worse. 

You needed male attention.

And of course your friends caught onto your behaviour changes, asking you a variety or questions when you left your dorm room looking like a disheveled mess.

In other words, you were desperate.

class

You're currently sitting in class, potions to be exact, listening to Professor Snape bore on about how it's illegal to become animagi underage. You had no interest whatsoever in the subject at hand so decided to rest your head on your hand and let your mind wander. What you didn't remember was that Professor Snape was a skilled Legilimens. His voice rung out from the front of the class just as your mind wandered in the direction it had been for a while now, Sirius.

“Y/n, I suggest you concentrate if you don't want your fellow classmates and I knowing what you're thinking about,” His eyes narrowed in your direction, pulling everyones attention from their work, all eyes on you. Some smirks, some confused, some bothered because they had been distracted.

You let out a silent huff as you switch your attention to the parchment in front of you.

common room

Your friends surround you, all looking intrigued. They had just interrupted you from reading your book sitting next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

“We know somethings up Y/n, would you just give up and tell us already!” Angelina flung her arms around in expression. She was pulled out of her expressive state with a hand on her shoulder, Freds.

“Ange is right Y/n, we just wanna know if there was anything we could do to help.” Fred asks, his body was slouched forwards slightly so he didn't seem as intimidating as he usually did.

You measure your friends that you're okay and that you're just not getting enough sleep. 

You were so into your book and now your attention has been snatched by your brain again, filling your vision with images of that night, the night where right went wrong, the night of your life.

You'd had enough of this tormenting, the only way you could get to Sirius was through Professor Lupin and you had an idea.

You proceeded to write Sirius a letter, a very detailed letter, just to bless his imagination as much as you blessed his everyday but the your mind flooded with questions; What if Sirius didn't want to see you again? Is that why he hadn't contacted you first? Did he think you were just a one time thing? But Sirius thought the complete opposite of this.

Sirius received your letter, Remus handed it to him with a stern look on his face.

“I didn't read it, I respect your privacy Sirius but you have to be smart about it,” Sirius knew straight away who the letter was from. Remus sat at the table opposite him in their shared home.

“We don't know what it says yet Moony,” Sirius scoffs and opens the letter.

Dear Sirius,

If Prof. Lupin is around, do not show any sign on your face with the words I am about to say. Sirius I miss your touch, I'm not sure if you thought it was a one time thing and I could be embarrassing myself right now but if you feel the same, if you didn’t want it to be a one time thing I wonder why I can see you next. I sit in my classes, arousal pooling in my panties because of you. Your making me feral Sirius, I need you inside of me soon, I cant please myself, I need you and your big cock to stretch out my tight pussy, its waiting for you Sirius.

Y/n :)

Sirius couldn't contain himself, he quickly grew hard in his trousers also trying not to show any signal as to what the letter had just read. Of course he wanted to see you again, he wanted his hands all over your body, his callous fingers rubbing against the red of your ass where he has just slapped.

Remus looked at him with confusion as Sirius was sitting there with sort of wide eyes wondering how he was suddenly wrapped up with an 18 year old. He was pinning over her, attached.

“Sirius, what did it say?” Remus leaned forwards in his chair, hand sewn together as well as his eyebrows.

Sirius snapped out of his stance on the command of Remus’ voice.

“It said that what we did was a mistake and that she is sorry,” Sirius lies straight through his teeth, pretending that the letter had bruised his ego.

The air was clear, and everyone could breath again.

Sirius was relieved that Remus had believed him and Remus was relieved because Sirius and yourself were no longer infatuated with each other, lifting a huge relief of his shoulder. 

But Remus didn't know the contents of Sirius next letter to you...

hogwarts

You were sitting at breakfast, tapping on the table. Your distractions had gotten better over the last couple days meaning that you'd been sleeping better meaning that your friends hadn't been on your back constantly.

“You alright Y/n?” Angelina sits next to you, swinging her legs dramatically over the bench, stretching her arm into the middle of the table to grab an apple.

“Yeah I'm okay thanks Ange,” She smiles at you. “How are you?” You ask, taking another bite of the toast that sat on your plate.

“Yeah yeah I'm all good, anyway I came here to tell you that Professor Lupin wants to see you before class,” Your eyes widen, had he read the letter between you and Sirius? You didn't think he would have, he wasn't the type to invade privacy.

Angelina noticed the colour drain from your face and a worried look creeps onto her face. “Whats wrong? What did you do? Are you in trouble?” She bombards you with questions to which you stand up and run out of the hall towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. You might as well pack your bags now, theres no way that he is going to let you off without punishment after he read the letter.

Your legs ran as fast as they could take you, dodging students and teachers, earning a phew ‘No running in corridors’.

You came to an immediate halt in front of the door you recognised so well and you knocked.

“Come in,” You heard from the other side of the door.

You take a deep breath, feel the cold untouched door handle underneath your shaking skin. You breath again, trying to steady your breaths and trying to hold back the tears that were ebbing on your waterline.

You push the door open to find your DADA Professor standing at the top of the stairs leading up to his office, you sniffle and bite your lip, hiding any emotion.

“Come into my office Y/n,” He turns around and strides into his office, leaving the door open behind him.

You begin to walk towards the stairs, having his emotionless words replay in your head, thinking out all the possibilities of how this interaction could go and how you could make it easier for yourself. You pace the floor feeling the cold air of the classroom consume you due to the lack of human warmth. You shiver and resume your journey now striding up the stairs.

Pushing the door open, you stride into his office the same way he did. You immediately saw a letter on the desk, you mentally cursed yourself, letting your Professor do all the talking.

“I see you got my message from Angelina?” He was slouched back in his chair, looking rather relaxed.

You nod, worried if you speak that your voice will break as you were on the verge of tears.

“Why so quiet? Is there something wrong?” His eyebrows furrowed as he asked. 

“No nothing, just not sleeping properly lately,” You lie, you figured you would just tell everyone the same thing so that if the subject came up everyones stories would match.

“Ah yes, Angelina told me,” You looked shocked. “Anyway,” He dismisses the subject. “I have something for you,” Remus turns your attention when he picks up the letter on the desk with his long, dainty fingers.

The letter was for you? You thought that was the letter you sent Sirius.

You take the letter that he was offering and examine it. There was no name on the front of it and it wasn't sealed at the back. You look up at your Professor and all he does is smile and nod, then your attention is back on the letter, you practically ripped it open, knowing that it was from Sirius.

Dear Y/n,

I assume you will have received this letter from Remus.

We cant send any more letters as I told Remus that your letter was about how you thought what we did was wrong and that it was a mistake so tell him that as well, thats what he knows. I am in instant need of you, I want to feel your body below me, writhing around underneath me. I need to taste you, all of you. I want to make your ass all red then kiss it all over. I want to make you cum over and over and over until you cant cum anymore, would you like that? I will find a way that we can reunite but you're going to have to wait pup, I'm sure you can do that for me.

Sirius *paw-print*

The colour drained from your face once again and your heart rate sped up drastically. Only Sirius words had this great of an effect on you. You had to hide any expression from Remus, you knew what he knew and you had to go along with it.

“Im sorry Y/n but I think it was for the best,” The Professor sat before you, shuffling papers ready for your first lesson with him.

“I agree Professor, thank you for delivering my letter,” You reply, trying to ignore the puddle in you underwear. You had to do something about it before class started, you could sit in his lesson feeling aroused the whole time!

“Your free to wait in here Y/n, class will start soon,” You decline your Professors offer and run to the toilet with the letter, needing to relieve some of this built up tension.

[hot-mic-imagines]

Hi!! Could i request a jakurai nsfw scenario? Thank youu!! Love your writing!!

Thank youuuuu!! This ended up looong, i think is the longest request I have written. This cant be, I need to write anything with Ichiro before he gets angry and curse my gacha pulls!

Jakurai x genderNeutral reader Good sleep

You were in Jakurai´s apartment, after being treated to a fancy dinner by the division lider itself. You both were having a good time so none of you noticed the time. Trains already stopped and it was hard and expensive to take a taxi; so Jakurai offered his house. Not the first time that you spent the night there, but it was still a special occasion.

After a bath, almost obliged by Jakurai and his disapproving face and the “you will not rest adequately with just a shower”, you just flopped on the sofa in the living room. Jakurai was right, it was really relaxing.

You didn't react when Jakurai approached you from behind and started to massage your shoulders.

-Glad you enjoyed the bath.

-Mmmm, yeah, you were right about that…-you turned yourself while getting on your knees and bringing him closer to you, starting a deep kiss-. There is only one thing left that will ensure I sleep well tonight.

Jakurai just softly laughed and grabbed your hand, making you stand from the sofa and leading you to the bedroom. You just sit on the border of the bed, your awaiting expression inviting him to come down. What started softly, started to get hotter with tongues intertwined. Slowly letting your body rest on the bed as Jakurai follows curving his spine so he can adjust your center with his.

All Jakurai moves were meticulous and delicate, without waste you were already without that t-shirt that Jakurai lended you to sleep in. Jakurai hands were touching all your weak spots that where now exposed. Moans blending inside your mouth as it was unstoppingly attacked by the man on top of you.

That was such a celestial sound for Jakurai.

When you were a mess, almost unable to think straight, Jakurai slowly stopped and separated a bit. His soft hands were already at the hem of the pajama pants you left behind the last time you were there. His hands slipped between your legs, making you shiver as he used his hands to make sure you were ready.

Seeing your body respond, he smiled contented and almost proudly and took a step back. You could see him taking off his clothes as his long beautiful hair framed his figure. Your body burned from the anticipation as you saw a big erection from the doctor.

-I saw this the other day while I was looking for something to make things more pleasurable- Your body shivered with the way he pronounced that word- and I came across this- he opened the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a lube bottle- is supposed to give a chill sensation; I though the contrast between your raised body temperature and this would sure be delightful. What do you think?

-I think… you are going to be right as always, Jakurai…

With another smile and a magician type move of hands he opened the bottle, and pour some on his hand. As he approached again, leaving the bottle near, he touched himself a bit, to get the lube all around his member. He grabbed the bottle and poured some on his hand again, but this time his hands were sliding between your legs, entering your body, expanding and preparing you with what was coming.

Your body felt like short-circuiting as the heat of your insides were filled with a cold sensation. You almost didn't notice Jackurai´s fingers leaving you. What you noticed for sure was the tip of Jakurai´s length against you, your body thanking the lube as he got inside you. The chill and both of your heats were fighting to take over your senses. As Jakurai got deeper, your thinking capacity went out the window, only able to moan his name as you felt him.

Jakurai´s hands went again to caress your body, getting even more groans from you. His hands only left your body to make you look at him when your face diverted from looking at him. His path started to get more intense, soft and deep groans leaving Jakurai´s mouth. Neither of you would last any longer.

His hands move to each side of your head, grabbing the sheets as his thrust goes deeper and faster. You felt yourself come as you hugged Jakurai by the neck and kissed him passionately. Your moans and the feel of you coming were the last straw for Jakurai, who did some strong thrusts and gettin out of you, painting your stomak white with his seed.

After a break to catch your breaths, Jakurai went for some towels and other t-shirt for you and came already changed, a bit disappointing. You cuddle the rest of the night until you fall asleep in his arms.

And you sleep like a baby that night.

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ☁︎

Mark

Mark loves hugging Talia for some reason, something about her aura makes her seem so lovable

He likes her sitting next to him so he can hold her hand and play with her hair since its really soft

Another things is he likes to sleepover and cuddle her to sleep over at her room since it smells nice

When they hangout in his room when she is over at the 127 dorm he likes to have her laying on his lap in silence

When hes nervous he plays with her fingers or rings and lays her head on his shoulder and lays his head on hers

He whines when she leaves the hug to do work, especially in the winter since it cold

When he says he doesn't want to hug anymore she leaves to do something else, he captures her right back

"Im hot I dont wanna cuddle anymore." "Okay" *gets up to leave* "wait nevermimd COMEBACK PLEASE."

Pats her head a lot when she does a good job

When he backhugs her, he grabs her hips and shakes her back and forth it, amuses him

During fansigns he likes to sit next to her having an arm around her or holding her hand when they are not with fans, and claims her for a good couple minutes not before other members fight him

"Ya Mark hyung stop hogging her." "Am not" "ARE TOO" "AM NOT" *fight ensues*

Or in the waiting room, waiting to start a performance you can see Mark having a hand around her waist with his head on her shoulder looking at videos.

Renjun

Hugs her a lot on and off camera

When he grew more comfortable with her he likes to kiss her cheeks since they are squishy and when he is feeling mischievous he lightly bites them

"Squishy" *kisses them* *Tali thinks nothing of it* *not satisfied* *bites* "Ah NO-"

Likes it cling on to her when she wears cute things since he finds her adorable.

When she tries to hug him he playfully denies but when she doesn't continue (because she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable) she goes to another member then he grabs her and hugs her saying he wants them now.

Has a limb around her at most times unless the other members beat him to it.

Then if she is wearing something revealing he likes to hide her by a big hug when he doesnt have a jacket.

When she's nervous she caresses his birthmark on his hand and lays her head on his shoulder

Gives her piggy back rides when she is tired and honestly worried that he is able to since she is really light and wants her to gain weight

During dream promotions they nap together in the car, lounge etc.

Likes to braid her hair or do her makeup and he does it pretty well

Sometimes gets jealous of other members when they hug her first or too long

"AY You hugged her enough come here Tali." "NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM" "HAECHAN LET GO OF HER" "NEVER-"

Jeno

Likes to pick her up a lot since she is smaller than him

*looks down at Tali* *Tali minding her own business* *picks her up* "ah wait-" *spins* "NO-"

Likes to squish her cheeks a lot when she pouts

When they are sitting he likes to either have her on his lap or between his legs so be can backhug her

Then he likes to kiss her head for when she is feeling down, or when they are in a peaceful place.

Likes to hold her hand a lot as her hands are smaller compared to his and he finds it adorble

*holds hand* "hm?" *( ◜‿◝ )* "cute"

When he has trouble sleeping he likes to go to her side/room and sleep with her as she cuddles him to sleep or sings.

And in airports he likes to engulf her in a bear hug so fans won't pull her away/she wont get lost/ just to keep her safe.

She likes to squish his cheeks when he smiles.

When she cant reach something she says up up and he picks her up by the waist so she can grab it

Then when ever she is bored she would poke Jeno's mole which makes them both smile

Then he has his hand on her back guiding her during award ceremonies

Lots of piggy back rides between these two.

One of her pillows

Nap in the lounge all the times together if not with Jeno then she goes to Renjun

Haechan

Has a limb on her at all times, or just a member away from her.

Loves to kiss her cheeks and vice versa, she find his skin so pretty she finds it hard not to kiss it

Hugs her all the time front/backhug/side etc

Always kissing her hand aswell, holds it with Jeno fighting for it when she is working and using her other hand to write or type something

My girl is just unbothered

He likes to specifically kiss her pinky for some reason

Has this thing for her legs, likes to lay on them, message them, when hes protective as a hand on her thigh and glares at the guy

Always jealous when a member has her for "too long"

"Ya Jisung GIVE HER" "NO I ONLY HAD FOR FOR 10 MINUTES SHE JUST GOT BACK HOME" "IM OLDER" "SO?" "SO?!"

Tali gives him a lot of head pats which he enjoys since he feels accomplish

Then when Tali tries to leave their cuddles session to go to a schedule not with him he whines

"Haechanie I have to go-" "Nooo" "Yes I have to go-" "NooooOOOO COMEBACK PWEASSE-"

Then he gets so dramatic when she leaves for a tour for Blackpink since he won't see her a couple months or weeks.

During tours she rooms with Haechan or he whines so much to the members dislike and if he doesnt room with his noona he will break in and take her.

During Mv shoots she usually goes up to Haechan and huddles up to him when its cold, he takes advantage of that time.

In the waiting room you can see if Tali is not sleeping Haechan will be sleeping on top of her, while she is softly scratching his scalp relaxing him to make him fall asleep

Jaemin

Let me tell you....this man is clingy to her.

Like he treats her like a princess and knows how to treat a girl, but he cant hold back

Like Haechan, he likes to kiss her cheeks and etc and thats how he shows his love to her

This man got them in a scandal on how he treats her but some people can't blame them its precious

He likes to tackle her with hugs, for example the level of aggressiveness he tackles her in different situations

One level is when she is back from a tour without them he tackles her to the ground another is when she leaves without a word then its when she loses balance now thats a 50% chance she will fall

He likes to use her as his personal pillow in the dorm/ in the louge when he takes a nap/ in the car etc

Will be one of the people to be right next to her when going somewhere to protect her

When he feels clingy he goes to her because he KNOWS she doesn't have the heart to deny him but knows she has a limit and doesn't cross it

This boy is possessive with her and cuddles, so he always fights Haechan or...all members

"Haechan let go, give her-" "No" "I- LET GO" "NO." *Haechan gets tackled*

When she wears revealing clothes he is always behind her either hugging her/covering her and sometimes tugs down the clothes

Or goes infront of her and button ups the clothes because if she does it she will get scolded

Then for fan service or to amuse him since he sometimes does it in the dorm he grabs a piece of hair and kisses it then smirks at her while she gives him either a blank or a flustered face

Likes to tickle her to her death doesn't stop until she says yes to her eating dessert with him when she is on diets.

Chenle

Was very very clingy towards her during trainee and debut years but got less but still clingy

A lot of hand holding an Chenle putting his head on her lap or shoulder

Fights anyone who tries to steal her away from him like Jaemin, Haechan ...well everyone

"Jaemin Hyung, no shes mine!" "No" "No?" "No" *silence* *fight breaks out*

When she gets quiet its not like she's never not he would always go next to her and accompany her while the chaos ensues

When she is over at his house he is always had a limb on her as he wants to spend as much time with her before the members come in

Always admires her eyes, so when she makes eye contact its hold for 5 minutes until she gets embarrassed which makes him hug her and say sorry

*makes eye contact* *gets embarrassed* "Oh IM SORRY, your eyes are so pretty...cute."

When he takes naps its usually with him on her

Will literally drag her out of bed so she can go out with him

Likes to mess with her hair and put ping tails which he finds adorble

When they are out together, they either have pinkys intertwined or hands, and if in a more crowded place has his arm around her shoulder or waist

Will cling on to her during hard times to feel reassurance that shes there

Jisung

He LOVES head pats from her

Its usually goes Tali laying on her bed and her hand is in the air fiddling with her rings

Then Jisung comes in and outs his head under her hand which makes her look at an adorble jisung wanting her attention which she starts petting his hair

Then he climbs on the bed and has trapped her in his limbs, unlikes Haechan she cant escape from his hugs

*put his head under her hand* *tali pets his hair* *traps her in his limbs* "i feel like this was a trap" *cutely nods*

Random ik but she made a baggett for him once when he asked Jaemin she just offered since she was making bread anyway and was waiting for the dough to rise

Likes to backhug her a lot since she smaller compared to him in height factor and honestly just wants to protect her like she protected him

Backhugs are the main part of this relationship, when she cooks for him its like a thank you

Likes to kiss her head since its more subtle then kissing her cheek

Tali loves squishing his cheeks and he lets her, since it makes her happy it also makes Jaemin jealous

"Squish squish" *smiles down at her* *Jaemin sulking in the back*

They fix each other hair, but mostly him fix her hair and him feeling accomplished afterwards

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Shout out to @kyokokittykat for the help writing this part!

A Yandere Rantaro x Fem!Reader

"I did this for your own good, I'm doing this out of love, you've been dead without me"

His taunting words echoed in your mind as you're tied in his dorm, how did you get here? Well, it started when you were in the library, you were almost murdered, a metal steel ball rolled on the books and almost got you in the head and would've killed you if Rantaro had not pulled you back. The steel ball hit the harsh ground with a loud thud as he held you close to him, your back is against his now breathing heavily chest, he seemed greatly disturbed and honestly, you're not far from the same thought. Whos trap is this?! 

You looked at Rantaro as he sighed placing a hand on your head messing your hair up "I'm glad I came when I did, you could've been the next victim" He gave you a sweet smile but..how did he know you were there? He had indeed been a bit...stalkerish and creepy before but at least it did pay off to have him as a stalker, he did save your life. 

But something changed since that day, he's been more clingy and more..persistent in hanging out with you and being with you, you also been hearing strange noises outside your dorm window only to find someone staring at you, but before you could see who it was they left, only yo be assumed Rantaro. It's getting a bit excessive and more creepy than you would allow. You need to speak to him and luckily it seemed he wanted to speak to you too, that did worry you, he seemed serious, and knowing him it may not end too well but he did save you, he wouldn't just turn around and hurt you..right? 

Its almost night time when you was supposed to meet Rantaro b[out back behind the school but Kokichi stopped you 

"Heeeyyyyy Y/N! Why are you out so late? That seems kinda suspicious dontcha think~?" He chimed smirking, you sighed annoyed, you didn't want to be late.

"Nothing Kokichi but better yet what are you doing out here?" you asked, he laughed

"I heard Shuichi and Kaito train outside so I wanted to go bother them when they show up! "he grabbed your hand as you tugged back to get lose, now 15 minutes late to your meeting.

"Kokichi now is not the time-"you were cut off when he held you close

 "I know you're meeting that creepy avocado man, he walked by earlier and gave me the creepiest glare! But..It would be a shame if you were taken right out from under his nose! You see I like you and I'm sure we can make this killing game much more interesting together~!" He laughed but then a rather tall shadow appeared behind him 

"It would be a shame wouldn't it be? Too bad they're taken by me"His voice..it was dark, cold and laced with poison, he was not happy, it was Rantaro, he must've gotten worried when you didn't show up and went to look for you only to find you in Kokichis arms, how unfortunate for poor Kokichi Oma.

Kokichi jumped back letting go

 "Oh, it's just you, god you're such a creepy-ass arent you!" He teased the already pissed man who grabbed you pulling you to him. 

"This is your only and final warning Oma, leave Y/N alone and you won't be the reason ill become the blackened got it?" he threatened the other, at first Kokichi laughed but then his smile changed when he noticed how serious the man was 

"Oh well, it's not like I really liked them! It was a lie! Anyways ill go find Shihara-Kun to bother!" he said quickly making his escape.  Rantaro sighed annoyed but then smiled kindly "Now that the pest is gone let's go to my room, we will have our little talk there so there can't be any more interruptions"He seemed so kind yet scary at the same time. You should've rejected, should've said no but instead, you nodded and followed him. 

Once in his room he closed and locked his door, the room was pretty clean and neat, did he even sleep in here? It didn't seem like it, he turned to you and smiled.

"What did you need to speak about Y/N-san(Kun/chan)?" he asked as the question threw you off, you expected him to talk about why he wanted to speak to you. You shallowed thickly as you gathered the courage to tell him.

"Rantaro...You've been a bit..clingy, its been creeping me and the others out, I mean I feel someone is watching me at night and I wouldn't be surprised if it was you!"That came out harsher than you expected but he needed to know that he should back off some. 

His kind smile faded as he gave you a similar look as he adorned when looking at others, it sent shivers down your spine, he walked over as he placed his hands in his pockets 

"Y/N..oh Y/N, you don't understand, you're so nieve it's almost sickening~" His voice was much different, his look as if he's mad but his voice, it was more..as if he's entertained? 

He pulled some rope from his pocket, it wasn't very long but it will do. He was shift as he grabbed you and managed to tie your hands before you could react, but once your hands were bound behind your back he smirked.

"Oh Y/N, with your hands tied you look so vulnerable...so delicious," He said as you struggled in the restraints

"R-Rantaro, please! I didn't mean anything bad by what I said-" He cut you off placing  a finger on your mouth "shh, it's not what you said, well..it did aggravate me but I originally planned this already, you just fueled the already growing fire within me~"

"w-what..? Rantaro! Let me go-!"

"I did the for your own good" he started 

"h-huh?"

"I did this out of love, you would've been dead without me"

Your eyes widened as he climbed onto you

"Now you'll be repaying me for what I did with your body~"

He said as he kissed you roughly, you tried to fight back by biting his tongue as he growled "you..you bitch! Cant, you be grateful?!"That seemed to tick him off further as he had a type of survival knife! Where did he get that?? 

he was quick and swift at cutting at your clothing "h-how do you-"

"Don't you know? I'm the Ultimate Survivor, you're in for a treat dear Y/N~"That's his Ultimate? Before you could have the time to think he attacked your neck leaving hickeys as his slender hands explored your now exposed body, you shuttered as his hands were cold but his rings were colder, it didn't help the crystal necklace he wore now dragged along your stomach with every movement he made, so gracefully as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. 

He soon moved down your collar bone leaving more marks as he slipped two fingers into you, it took you by surprise as you yelped and moaned out but quickly biting your lip to prevent any more moans from slipping out. He chuckled moving them at a steady pace

"Already soaked for me Y/N~? Such a naughty girl~" He smirked 

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not a man who patient so this is all the warming up you'll be getting"

"W-what do you mea-Ah~!" He had trusted his hips into your own colliding as he stretched you out, he seemed to take note that you weren't a virgin "who?" he asked, you stayed quiet, not wanting to answer, and looked away. He pulled your face to him 

"Who?" he asked again as one sharp thrust got you in a moaning mess "K-Kaito!"It was true, you two had a one-night stand, I mean what did you expect when putting a bunch of hormonal teenagers together with little to no supervision? 

Either way he was not happy as his movements became rougher and harsher

"Ill be sure to pay that man a visit later"He said annoyed but the pleasure brought him back from his anger, his face melting from an annoyed look to a more pleased face. 

He held onto you as his hips rocked into your own roughly as you couldn't even keep in the moans, you was lost in the pleasure as you noticed his thrusts became more sloppy, you also felt a familiar knot building in your abdomen as you tried to speak "R-Rantaro I-Im-"

"I know I'm going to as well-"He groans in your neck as he released, but the problem was you don't remember him putting anything on. 

"Oh i see you noticed, you're mine and mine only, ill make sure they know~"

That's a lot of words! My longest yet! 1572 words! 

[dreamiesdotcom]

perhaps, Cupid | nct dream

Summary: You lay down in your bed, watch 13 change to 14 as the clock passes 11:59. You close your eyes, sigh, and hope that the world stops at 12:00 before promptly deciding that Valentine's Day is cancelled.

word count: 2.3k

moon's note: idk why but i usually give gifts during occasions... and out of random... but since its v-day and i caNT give y'all any gifts because idk which part of the world you lovelies are at, so maybe you can please have 2322 words of my nonsense? I tried

When Lee Jeno, the infamous Na Jaemin's best friend, walked inside the room to the dance club's meeting room with all sheepish 'Hello's and eye-smiles, you underestimated just how much havoc he could bring into your life. He seemed way too soft for his own good like he had no mischief under his sleeve — the exact reason why when he poked your sides to get your attention and asked you if you'd "help the dumb kids get together", you were more thrilled than concerned.

Right now, you think you should've agreed with Renjun and said 'that's a bad idea'.

Donghyuck, Jaemin's dormmate, wasn't even there when you planned things out, but well, you blame him. Jaemin bitterly staring at Jisung as the younger gets cuddled by Chenle? Hyuck's fault. Jisung blushing incomprehensible whenever it's Jaemin's turn to dance? Hyuck's fault. It's been days and resident sweet boy absolutely makes no move to court Jisung? Hyuck's fault as well.

"This pining is painful to watch," even Renjun can't help but point out even if he didn't even agree to the plan. Jeno sends you a victorious smile. "Jaemin, he's crushing hard on you."

"Yes, but what if he doesn't like me because—" you don't even get to clearly hear his reasons. You shake your head. Jeno's smile falters.

Jaemin sulks a lot about Jisung spending more time with Renjun than he does with Chenle, and asks the other if Jisung has a crush on him. Renjun groans in loathing, asks him to just go and make a move and repeats the same speech for days. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, and absolutely nothing happens.

Oh, well, maybe something did. Maybe along the way, you realized that Lee Jeno is one hell of an attractive man.

"Heaven's, Jeno, stop it! Stop pushing me to the side, I can't see what they're doing!"

"They're reading a book for the subject Jisung's tutoring Jaemin in."

"It's a library. Aren't you just inquisitive? That's why they're here. Now let me see!"

"Y/N!"

"Jeno!" you hiss back, still whisper-yelling turning to decently state at him only to find that he's already looking at you. You tilt away in shock, "Flippity pancakes, distance!"

You see, when you start matchmaking, the goal is to get people together — definitely not fall in love with your partner in crime.

"Just say fuck, no one would kill you," he hisses back. The same whining tone is there as he peeks on the other table, "Saying 'flippity pancakes' in a weird accent doesn't wash away your intentions, so just say it already."

"No."

"I dare you."

"No!"

"I double-dare you."

"Jeno."

"Y/N."

"No."

"Do it," he huffs,"Say 'fuck'."

The way he mouths it as if teaching a child to say their first words make you burst out laughing, and for the rest of the day, you forget the mission and get lost into playing games of your own in the library, muffled hums and all. Renjun decides that he's not gonna get any studying done at this table and waves you both goodbye, and you watch as Jeno smiles at him, an expression worthy to compare to that of a luminous star.

And oh, you're in love.

It wasn't all your fault, though. Jeno was way too pretty, too lovely to not fall for. It just so happens that like the fate of you and all things beautiful, you don't deserve him.

You don't deserve him, so he never gets to know.

###

"Be my date for Valentine's day?"

"Hell no."

Apparently, his family has this little gathering that coincidentally matched that time, and he stubbornly refuses to go alone. Why you ask? No reason. He just doesn't want to 'go alone and be forced to socialize with mean cousins' and you spent most of the time teasing about how he's probably one of the mean kids in his family. The rest of the bus ride on the way to school remains silent aside from the neverending proposals and bribings — "I'll treat you candy for one month! I'll do whatever you say for three months! I'll even do your assignments!"

It would be a lie to say it's not tempting, but oh, isn't this just the perfect opportunity to ask Jisung out? The enthusiasm in Jeno's eyes matches yours, and the answer is obvious here: Exactly.

For a whole different reason, the bus ride home is silent too. You sit side by side in pure quiet, Jaemin tugging at your sleeves every now and then to gain your attention. You brush him off, keeping your head against the glass with your eyes closed. You don't speak even after getting inside his apartment and the indifference makes Donghyuck pause halfway his concerned nagging, deciding to usher Renjun and Jeno out with such lame excuse of buying ingredients for dinner.

You go straight to their bathroom to get some supplies, and Jaemin sits on the couch, antsy. He silently curses Donghyuck for leaving, Huang Renjun and Lee Jeno too, those traitors. You sit in front of him, doing your stuff without making eye contact.

"Please talk to me—"

"Shut up."

A dejected whimper leaves his lips, and you quite possibly break. You sigh as if to calm down, and you mutter a warning: "Don't."

"But why aren't you talking to me?"

Why... why would you even ask that?

"You promised me, Jaemin. You made a promise to me." you coldly say, dainty fingers pressing cotton against the cut in his lip. "You promised me that you'll stop getting into fights."

Realization seems to flash in his eyes. He seems torn between reasoning and apologizing, but first, he chases after the hand you pulled away from him. You shrug him off harshly this time.

"I did, for the longest time, you saw that! But he called Jisung a—" he looks at you with betrayed eyes, as if a kicked puppy. He never liked that tone. He never liked how distant that felt coming from you, so tears brim his eyes. "Don't be so cold to me..."

"Jisung let him be. Isn't that enough hint that it's not worth it?" your tone remains the same. The fear in your chest remains stubborn, and no matter how many times he squeezes the hand he's holding, it doesn't bring you ease. It only urges tears that you try so hard to hold back as you croak out,

"Jaemin, this will not make him fall in love with you."

The world seems to pause.

"But I already love him." He answers quickly, honestly, and the raw sincerity in his tone is just a fine, thorough stab in the gut. "And I just want to protect him."

It's painful how you're not even regretting this as much as you should — maybe, part of the reason you keep on chasing him is because it's painful. True to your twisted self, maybe it's the sole reason after all. You don't know why you keep on doing this to yourself — you hate it. You hate how the more things hurt you, the deeper you fall. You hate how you can't seem to tear away from him as quick as possible because you know that what comes next will be even more painful, and might even destroy you.

With all these thoughts inside your mind, you let him lean his head in the crook of your neck, holding him in the way you always wanted. Selfishly, you hope that it could always be like this.

"I know, Nana..." you whisper, his locks soft as silk as you brush them with your fingers. "and for the exact same reason, I want to protect you too."

You take a deep, shaky breath. "So don't hurt yourself. Not for anyone, not for the world... no matter how much you love them."

Why is it so easy to say the things that'd keep you safe, but so hard to even attempt just following them? It's as if the Universe wants you hurt, wants to see you bleed unshed blood. It doesn't make sense.

The rules have been pretty simple; never fall in love. You're helping people get together — you come later, priorities first. Don't fall in love; not with your partner, not with your other accomplices, and especially, not with the fools you're helping.

The rule has been simple. Only that you think, it was way easier to break them than to follow, and you've failed this rule pretty early on.

Just how can you not adore Na Jaemin?

###

You laugh loudly, almost hitting your head to your headboard as you look at Jisung's post. In the picture, Jaemin smiles bubbly, and the caption's way too cheesy to read. Even though you were the one who helped them get together, it's still hard to believe that they actually did, these messes of human beings. You type out a quick 'Congrats to surviving one year together. Give credits to my brain cells, pls' and then turning the device off.

You lay down in your bed, watch 13 change to 14 as the clock passes 11:59. You close your eyes, sigh, hope the world stops at 12:00 before promptly deciding that Valentine's Day is cancelled.

Your phone vibrates in your hold, and you grumble.

From: not hyuck

Hi

It's Valentine's day

Let's use that as an excuse to get ice cream at midnight

You stir, set on ignoring his message, but you quickly shoot up once you hear the sound of something — hopefully not pebbles, God, let it not be pebbles — hitting your window. Seriously?!

To: not hyuck

Is that

Is that you throwing stones at my fucking window

STOP YOU MIGHT BREAK THE GLASS

And that's exactly how you found yourself with sticky fingers from the desert's residue, watching red lights cover the city in celebration of love. It seems ironic. Today of all days, you don't feel dear at all — it's alright, you convince yourself, it's been a year and it's hurting less now.

It's all lies, of course. It doesn't matter that it wasn't this painful all the other days; what matters is that now it hurts, and it fucking hurts like hell.

From up here, if you spread your arms and think hard enough, the wind would make it seem as though you're flying. You do just like that, the flavor of vanilla suddenly so bitter on your tongue as you realize that there's no escape. Oh, how you hate this day. It makes you chuckle.

Renjun sighs, "What's troubling you?"

"Fun. What gave me away?"

"Your eyes." He shrugs. "They sure tell more things about you than your mouth does."

"How do they look?" you ask out of curiosity, unconsciously moving up to feel your lashes. "My eyes..."

"Well, right now... they look kind of conflicted. Sad. Happy. Somewhere in between, like the person who owns them... doesn't really know. And, well, they're incredibly..." Renjun ponders for a bit; beautiful, he wanted to say. "Hard to read."

"Doesn't sound like it if you said that much."

Did it sound so rude that you were nonchalant? Probably. You're too tired to mind, though. It'd be a lie to say you didn't expect this, to feel alone once they get together, to be scared of being erased in their lives, to be afraid of being less important now. You knew none of them would be real, but that doesn't stop you from being afraid. Would it make sense to say you don't care at all, at this point? To say you don't give a damn when truly, you do. You care so much you feel indifferent.

"You liked them, didn't you?"

And then comes along the question you're most afraid of.

"You were in love with Jisung... now, you're in love with Jaemin." he muses to himself, "Yet you're the one making sure they end up together. What the hell are you?"

Since there's no place for lies in friendship...

"Do you see the way they look? They deserve to be happy, and me... well. Well, I..." you search for words you can't seem to find. After all, you don't even know where to go now — isn't this what you wanted? For Jisung and Jaemin to get together. What's this all about? You bemusedly shake your head, "Should've just fallen for you, huh."

Accelerate, heartbeat, flying — you turn to look at his direction — your eyes tell, your eyes say so much... how do you feel?

"You'd catch me, right, Renjunnie?"

"I'm not some back-up plan, excuse you." He rolls his eyes, huffing, "But, why not? Certainly. Would be my pleasure."

You stare at him in wonder, awestruck, amused and amazed. It's just a random joke you made so you wouldn't have to answer him truthfully, but goddamn, this — you feel oddly seen, chosen; as if you've never been chosen before. Maybe he's right. His heart picks up speed as more minutes pass in silence, so he looks away and smiles sheepishly.

Renjun closes his eyes briefly, "You didn't answer my question, though. To do whatever the hell you were doing... what the fuck are you?"

Both poison and sugar linger on your lips as you smile.

"Perhaps, Cupid."

Maybe, yes, right, Cupid. Makes sense. A matchmaker who creates perfect love, and quite possibly, trouble. Always setting people up but maybe not themselves. Renjun agrees, and so he whispers,

"Suits you. An angel."

You stare at him again, only this time around it's soft but startled, and for a brief moment of losing himself, Renjun whispers in his mind — hey, Cupid. Love me, will you?

Instead, in the real world, he gives you the same exact gaze — only fonder. Renjun knows. He knows that you fell in love thrice in this journey; once, with Park Jisung, another, with Lee Jeno, and lastly, with Na Jaemin. 

Maybe, just maybe, Renjun wishes that at this tale of Valentine's chapter closed, you'll fall in love with him too.

[namjooningelsewhere]

The Prince Charming!!

Pairing : Yoongi x reader

Genre: 18+

Warnings: Absolutely nothing!!!!

Summary- You are forced to attend a prestigious homecoming ball which you wanted to avoid but also which you couldn't, you didn't make in any plans on avoiding until you actually meet someone interesting and suddenly everything just seems perfect. Comfortably perfect!

The big thingies weren't quite your scene, specially when all you had to do was look like a freaking doll and stand in poise and behave and watch what you said. Naah please you were done with it.

And today happened to be exactly that kind of day. It was ball at the most affluent family of the city, The Mins. Seems like the so called prince charming had returned to his kingdom after a sabbatical and to celebrate the return his parents had hosted a ball, actually quite grand one at that.

You never wanted to go home because you knew your mother would be waiting with her battalion of stylists, beauticians to make you look like a diva, which obviously you were not. You had features that were standing out but you thought you needed to shine from within to shine on the outside.

You crept inside your own house like a thief tiptoeing to avoid any noise that would attract the attention of your mother. "Rebeca where you think you are going?" Your mothers voice boomed through the corridor. She was your mother alright.

"Give me one good reason why you haven't tried the dresses I've sent to your room? One good reason why you haven't pushed it for the fittings yet?" Umm maybe i came just now, Maybe i was busy trying to prepare for a interview that can get me something real?" You scoffed.

"Very funny, now go to your room and try the dresses and show it to me?" She said. I walked slowly to my room displaying ample amount of disinterest. "Faster now woman, The balls in the evening not tomorrow" you heard your voice once again. How does she know everything? You still couldn't uncover this mystery, You checked if hallways had cameras but nope nothing nada.

You try a lot of dresses but a red one catches your eyes. You try the red one it fit you beautifully amplifying every curve at your body and with a thigh high slits making it look picture perfect. Which also made you look perfect for the gram;).

You finished with a little bit of makeup and a shimmery nude gloss which made your lips look even prettier. You arrived at the ball with your parents and it looked it was more of a met gala type event.

As you walked to the hall you could see girls in all kinds of designers making it a high society designer store, looks like the so called prince charming had a lot of options to choose from.

You were greeted by a cheerful greeting and you grinned by the ear, you knew who it was. Hobi your bestfriend waving right back to him. You gave him a friendly hug, and he gasped for a second "Look at you gorgeous, looking enchanting!! He chimed.

Oh boy didn't have much of a choice you see! You exclaimed. The event turned out to be extremely boring with occasional dances here and there. All everyone was doing was to try finding the guy in question.

You moved to the hallway to use the powder room all you could hear was the gossips about the prince charming, "Where is he ?" I've heard he's hot!! Imagine how will he be?" You were absolutely disinterested in the prince charming and the only reason you had your ass in the room was your mother. That woman was capable of throwing you out of the window if you didn't do what she said. She was someone you would never mess with.

You scanned the room for Hobi, this guy was nowhere to be seen. And somehow you exactly knew where he would be at this moment. You fumbled for the phone but let him just be, At least he was having fun.

The ball was going in full swing yet there was no sign of the prince charming, wishing that man would appear somewhere and this ball would end, so you looked at the exit so that you could have a breath fresh air, you found a exit to a open space down towards the parking.

You moved ahead and went near the garden, and just spread your hands the air felt cold and specially it felt even cold with the strapless dress you had on. "Bored already?" You jumped at the voice behind you.

You turned behind to see a man, a magnificent man. Dark hair on his forehead dressed sharp a tux and those rings in the fingers was the highlight and his sly smile made me loose my breath for a second. Who was this you thought to yourself.

"A lot actually, but I don't seem to have a choice" You sighed. "And why would that be?" He asked. "You friends with the Mins?" You asked in a cautious tone. No he said. "Just that I find such events exhausting not to forget my mother bought me here all dolled up because she thinks I might find a good match and that's downright stupid. You exclaimed.

You could clearly say he was amused. He chuckled and that made you zone out to a parallel universe. "Oh I forgot I didn't get your name?" I didn't give it out yet you chuckled. Rebecca you replied stretching your hand in forward to a handshake.

"Lovely name" he said. Before you could say anything out heard footsteps approaching and next thing you knew he pulled you by the hand and started running towards what looked like a lake house.

I'm sorry people would have misinterpreted and this is a small group of the people here you know, they talk he explained awkwardness quite evident in his voice. "I can understand all these people do is talk. And I'm the last one to be involved. I have a quite fierce of a mother who will not tolerate any such nonsense of this sort" he laughed at my exasperated comment.

"Did someone tell you are dramatic?" He chuckled. "Yeah but then i told them not to mention it again" you laughed. "What are you doing here? Friend of the prince charming?" You asked curiosity taking over you.

"Prince charming?" He asked amused. " Yeah since he has a gazillion girls here who are here for him, must be a charmer I guess you say. He looks like he wanted to have a laughing fit, but didn't do so. "What if he was a charmer? I mean the guy has money, power, mostly looks and what if hes sexy too? Don't you find it appealing?"

"That's not what's all appealing, I mean i cant just doll up and compete for someone who i don't even know and besides my kind of love is more of a personality not the wallet or the pants or the looks. You argued.

"I'm starving!!" he says with a cute expression. Why don't you find something to eat inside I'm sure they have a plethora of options."I said "Nope food inside feels boring, Lets go out." You had your jaw open to the ground at his offer, How were you even supposed to leave this god damn place without your mother knowing.

You planned a hundred scenarios but nothing concrete came to your mind but some voice in your head asked you to throw caution to the wind and go with the tux guy. "Okay you said but there is one thing you have to do for me," You look at him innocently hoping he would agree. "Anything" He replied.

"Can you get me a pair of sneakers? I am going to have my feet cut off if i stay in these heels for one more min." He burst out laughing at your request, "This is the most unique thing someone has ever asked me to do", He chuckled.

He ushered you to the parking lot and opened a car boot to hand you over a pair of white sneakers and you unknowingly threw your heels in his boot. ?He closed it and pulled you towards his bike, You had your eyes out of your head for a minute. "Care for an adventure?" He smirked.

"Haven't you been noticing I'm wearing a gown all this time? You asked amused at this persons innocence. "Oh come on sneaker girl i know you can manage and for all you know this might be the most adventurous night of your life? Be a sport!"

You still could not believe you were doing this as you wore the helmet but it seemed thrilling and you thanked the designers to have kept the slit big enough to manage. The ride was filled with an adventure you have never tried before and most of it for the part that he was a complete stranger and still you felt the urge to trust him like it was inbuilt.

You decided to eat kimchi fried rice avoiding his amused looks for choosing something simple when you could have gone more for a gown and tux place but for what it was worth it turned out to be one of the best meals you and he had in a while. The time was passing by in mere fractions as you planned your last stop on a hilltop, starlit and quite a scenic view of the city.

The wind was blowing in your face calming all the excitement of the night it had really been an interesting one for sure. "did you dance at the ball?" He asked . "No why? You know its a shame that you are wearing such a beautiful dress meant to be to a ball but you didn't dance. I smiled at his thoughts believing that coming to this ball was a decision that was totally worth it. Even worth of getting myself killed by mother the moment i step inside the house. But it seemed worth it.

"Who said we cant change it?" he said. You were shocked when he played the song that was the most perfect fit for the night and pulled me in for a dance. You swayed in his arms like you belonged there and he danced as if you were some queen he was having a dance with. You moved as if it was just meant to be and in that moment strangely everything seemed perfect.

The ride back was just you and him discussing your and his interest and just normal things, just as normally as a night could have ended except he didn't let you go till you handed him your number. "Thanks for saving me from the ball and i had an amazing time really" you said unsure of his reaction.

"Likewise" He replied but with a peck on your cheek. He left you at the door bidding a goodbye. As you stood there in two minds, relishing your encounter of the stranger whose name you had forgotten to ask and second what was the lioness inside the house going to do with you?"

You Froze on your spot when you received a text message:

Sneaker girl, FYI I'm not a prince charming!!!

Something inside you told you this wasn't the last time you were meeting this prince charming.

[princessjungeun]

Hi! I hope you're doing well :) Can I request a Heejin x Reader scenario where reader spends the New Year celebration with LOONA and everyone knows they both have a crush on each other so they try to set them together for a new year's kiss?❤️

Cherry Chapstick: Heejin x Reader

when heejin invited you to celebrate new year’s eve with her at the loona dorm you lowkey panicked. you’ve been there before on multiple occasions and you happened to be friends with some of the girls as well. the problem was that it was new years. any other holiday would have been fine but new years....everyone knows about the infamous new years kiss. and that kiss was the only thing that was bugging you.

see, you liked heejin a lot, you have for a long time but you’re very convinced it’s unrequited. despite the fact that hyunjin told you that heejin liked you too, it was still hard for you to believe. you had even tried to make yourself un-like her by distancing yourself from her.

but that fell through last night when she told you to your face that she knew you were trying to push her away. heejin was the first for you made since you moved from north carolina to south korea for your mother’s job. she was close to you and she didn’t want to lose that. but since heejin wasn’t one to force you to explain yourself, only asking a simple yes or no question:

do you hate me or something?

you were quick to tell her no which prompted her to invite you to the dorm so you could celebrate new year’s with the girls.

all of that leading up to now. you paced around your bedroom trying to figure out what to do. heejin told you to be there at 8 and it was already 6. most people would think that’s plenty of time but they couldn’t be more wrong.

styling your hair alone would take an hour, then picking out your outfit, eating before you go, walking there, and probably getting distracted on the way. all of those leave you with 10 more minutes of standing around before you’d be late.

without wanting to waste too much time you scrolled through your phone looking for a hairstyle. it didn’t take long to find a simple yet cute one, two braids into a high puff. simple enough.

like you expected doing your hair took an hour, although yes the styling part was quick. you somehow allowed yourself to not comb your hair for four days, which lead to a very not fun detangling process. all is well now though because you looked fantastic, the curls are all types of popping.

you got overwhelmed choosing an outfit and ultimately decided on a sweatshirt and black jeans. just as you were putting on your coat your grandmother stopped you, “where you goin lookin all prettied up pum’kin?”

you replied “heejin’s. remember i told you about it last night...you said yes.”

your grandmother onced you over “put on anotha’ layer, you finna get a cold baby cakes...n change ya shoes too.”

checking your phone you saw it was already 7:45 heejin’s dorm is a 20 minute walk away, 15 if you’re fast.

you whined “momma i’m gonna be late, i’ll only be outside for 15 minutes i won’t get sick.”

she came back from around the corner, a scarf, ear muffs, gloves, and your pair of tims in her hand. “see dats what ya ancestors said bout dem diseases n look what happened.”

you sighed deeply “momma-“ she narrowed her eyes at you and just like that you were on the floor changing your shoes.

when you were done you stood up and asked “alright can i go now?”

the older woman asked playfully “tryna leave me so soon?”

you quickly replied “n-no of course not momma i just-“

she laughed and told you “i’m just messin’ wit ya baby doll, go on now. have fun for me aight?”

you hugged her and placed a kiss on her cheek before running out the door.

it started snowing right as you were approaching the dorm building, you thanked lord that it didn’t happen sooner or your hair would have gotten messed up.

you texted heejin that you were outside and she quickly came and got you, leading you up to their dorm.

when you got upstairs the girls were all scattered around the dorm. haseul and kahei were still hanging decorations while gowon was playing on her switch. hyejoo and hyunjin were arguing over some game that they were playing on a laptop. yerim and yeojin were singing their hearts out in karaoke while jungeun was literally rolling on the floor laughing with jiwoo about god knows what. jinsoul was spaced out staring at a wall while sooyoung went to find her headphones to tune out everyone else.

heejin didn’t even get a chance to ask what you wanted to do because yeojin immediately grabbed you to sing a song on the karaoke machine.

the one perk about you being an american was the fact that you were quick to school the girls on all of the classic movies. from mean girls to clueless to white chicks, they’d seen them all. which is exactly why yeojin had no problem singing A Thousand Miles with you in english.

heejin could only laugh from the side as the two of you intentionally butchered the song. she watched as you went by each member to check out what they were doing as well. her heart eyes didn’t go unnoticed either, especially by hyunjin and haseul.

you’d excused yourself to the restroom and that was the time for all of the girls to grill heejin. each of them admitted they saw the way she watched you, they knew she liked you. heejin caved and admitted it to them all, but quickly following up with “but don’t do anything to embarrass me...please. i don’t want to mess up what we have.”

the girls all agreed, but because all they promised was to not embarrass her, they still managed to devise a plan to get you two together.

you returned from the bathroom, all of their eyes went to you and the room fell silent. your furrowed your brow “w-what? did i do something?”

yerim replied quickly “no no of course not! you just...uh”

jiwoo jumped in “you just look so gorgeous! all of us were stunned by your beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks heat up as your ears felt like they were burning red. hyunjin laughed “awwww she’s bLUSHINGGGG!”

heejin slapped her arm and hissed, “stop that!” before pulling you off to the side, back so the two of you were watching the television.

the two of you stayed side by side for the entire night, her arm looped in yours. by now it was 11:30 and the countdown was nearing.

you personally noticed how all the girls would start to mumble, then suddenly stop when you looked at them. not wanting to assume you just brushed it off, telling yourself it was “work stuff” even though you knew damn well it wasn’t anything work related.

both you and heejin were mindlessly scrolling through your phones, she was sitting next to you, half of her body already on your lap with your arm wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close to you.

“i’m bored let’s play a game!” haseul got everyone’s attention from the middle of the room. the rest of the girls agreed, you and heejin included.

“let’s do truth or dare.” hyunjin stated with a small smirk. everyone nodded immediately agreeing with her on the game.

you already knew it was a set up, but you also wanted to see how it played out so you didn’t say anything.

the the time fifteen minutes had passed, hyejoo danced all of Kiss Later, jinsoul ran down the street in her infamous lemon pants, sooyoung and jiwoo swapped clothes, and chaewon successfully made microwave popcorn (it was sooyoung’s dare to allow her to do it without supervision).

it was now your turn and you were starting to regret not telling the girls that you were onto them.

“alright...y/n truth or dare.” sooyoung asked with a smile.

you replied “truth.”

sooyoung laughed and said “is it true that you have a giant crush on heejin?”

your eyes widened and you switched to english quickly, hoping the foreigner card will get you out of this one, “i don’t understand the question...sorry.”

all of the girls excluding heejin and haseul booed you playfully, teasing you lightly sue to the blush on your face.

“alright that’s enough.” haseul quieted her members down so heejin could go next. the leader also got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“heejinnie truth or dare?” hyunjin wiggled her eyebrows dramatically.

“truth.” heejin answered without hesitation.

“oop sorry nope that’s not an option. you close dare by default settings.” hyunjin smiled.

heejin quickly whined “wha- she cant do that can she do that? haseul unnie! she cheated.”

haseul came back with her glass of water, a fake confused look on her face “sorry i wasn’t here i can’t do anything about it. sorry heekie.”

heejin mumbled “you all suck...” she took a deep breath before asking “fine what do you want me to do?”

hyunjin along with everyone else looked at each other before saying in unison, “kiss y/n at midnight.”

the two of you immediately froze in place, your face went pale as panic coursed through your veins. did she actually find out? who told? maybe hyunjin was right?

before you could decline you felt heejin dragging you to her bedroom, all of the girls giggling and squealing as you left.

you say on her bed, your feet dangling off the edge as heejin laid on her back, her head in your lap.

“sorry...they can be a little- you know how they are.” she spoke softly as she reached for your hand, playing with your fingers as she talked.

you replied “it’s cool...my friends back home were the same way- really i’m not upset or anything.”

a thick silence fell over the two of you as you stared blankly at the window and heejin looked up at you.

she asked “so...?”

you replied “so what?” you laughed a little at the end, humming a second of the song before focusing back on the conversation.

heejin responded “d-do you actually...like me?”

you looked at your feet, “yeah...i do. but it doesn’t matter.”

heejin sat up “why?”

you replied “for starters i cant really speak korean, your job wouldn’t allow me to even be with you, and even if we did the media would tear me apart for being black and you for being queer, you’re busy and i’d just hold you down. i don’t wanna do that to you...”

heejin frowned and opened her arms for you, “why would you say that?”

you mumbled into her chest “cause it’s true.”

heejin pulled you closer and said “you’re wrong...all of it. you’re wrong. your korean improves every single day. my dating ban ended three months ago, i’d protect you from anyone and you know that. plus i couldn’t care less about what they think, half of the group is queer too. if anything you push me to do better.”

you mumbled “really?”

she hummed “mhm”

you brought your hand up to heejin’s running your finger over the prominent tendons in her hand. softly you asked her “do you like me though?”

she let her voice deepen, “of course” she rasped out gently with a smirk creeping onto her face.

pushing her gently you mumbled “you’re such a tease, stop it.”

she lifted your chin with her finger and asked “what if i don’t hmm?”

your breath hitched in your chest for a minute before you replied “then i’ll have to....”

your eyes flickered to the digital clock across the room, 11:55:00 it read.

“you’ll have to what? hmm? cat got your tongue?” she pushed her face closer to yours, biting her lip lightly as her gaze narrowed, her eyes crawling up and down your body.

you let her push you back against the wall behind you gently. her face was centimeters from yours, you stuttered “h-heekie”

heejin ran her pointer finger underneath your chin lightly, “yes princess?”

your mind was cloudy, your couldn’t think about anything but the girl in front of you. words simply were not coming out of your mouth no matter how hard you tried. the best you were able to get out was, “i-”

she asked gently “is this okay baby?”

you resorted to body language instead, snaking and arm around her waist and holding her hand.

heejin held your face in one hand, her thumb tracing your jawline, “tell me yes or no pretty girl.”

you nodded and choked out “y-yes. yes.”

her eyes looked at the clock once more, only two seconds to midnight. she smiled as lifted your chin so her lips met yours.

the second you two pulled away she told you, “happy new year y/n.”

you were still thinking about the feeling of her lips on yours, the way she held you close, and how all of her emo were put into one simple kiss. without thinking you mumbled “your lips taste like cherry chapstick....”

[violetnotez]

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 3161+

⤷ Warnings: cursing(?), mentions of panic attack

⤷ Synopsis: Welcome to Hannah simps for Shoto constantly and can’t decide on a fic so she writes EVERY IDEA SHE HAD

Buy Me a Ko-fi! | Requests Open| Matchups Closed

Also @shoutogepi is the reason why I’m a Shoto simp now so say thank u to her, cause without her this probably would’ve been a Bakugo fic lmao 😂💀

You groaned into the pillow, your icy hands trying to find refuge under the soft covering of the pillow.

Your body was shaking, every bone screaming in aches, your forehead thumping against your skull..this cold was kicking your ass.

“How are you feeling love? Do you need anything?”

Shoto asked sweetly, coming over to the bed you were currently laying on. He crouched down, his bicolored eyes watching your every move carefully. He placed his hand against your forehead, feeling your temperature as you closed your eyes wistfully at the sensation.

“I-Im good…,” you mumbled groggily, “I just want to sleep…”

Shoto smiled lightly-even while sick you were so incredibly adorable, probably even more so. You had come down with a cold a few days prior, nothing too serious, but he still wanted to take care of you while you were more weak.

“That's probably best for you,” he agreed. “Sleeping off the sickness will help you recover sooner.”

He stood up, his slender hands taking the covers of the bed and wrapping them around you more snuggly.

“Just close your eyes, Ill still be here when you wake up,”

He placed a small kiss on your forehead, his lips soft against your skin and his bicolored locks tickling your face.

You snuggle even deeper in the blankets, cuddling yourself up into them as a flustred smile grew on your face. Shoto’s lips felt so deliciously warm, and you wished you could envelope your whole body in that heat. No matter how many blankets you wrapped around you or how high you put the heat up, you still felt cold. It was a strange feeling, since you knew your temperature was actually higher than normal, but you couldn’t shake the unbearable freeze that was icing your bones.

“Can you turn up the heater tho, S-Shoto? I still feel really c-cold…” you stuttered, hating how cliche your shivers sounded.

Shoto turned to look at you, a worried look washing over his face.

“Its as high as it can go y/n, I cant make it any warmer,”

“-Oh”

That’s all you said, a pit of anxiety filling your stomach.

Well that was just great-now you couldn't get any warmer and have to suffer until this stuipd sickness went away.

Shoto knew you were unnaturally cold at the moment and needed special care because of it. He reassured himself that it was just a side effect of the sickness, and it wasn’t something he should worry about too much.

It didn’t bother him how hot it was either-the ice side of his quirk allowed him to regulate his temperature, keeping him nice and cool even as the heat in the room steadily rises as you kept asking him to raise it.

It broke his heart though to see you so cold and shivering, your body curled into a little ball to gain some type of sensation of warmth. Shoto looked down at his hands in defeat, wishing he could do something, anything, to relieve you of that discomfort.

Suddenly an idea popped in his head, lighting up his mind and making him feel quite dumb for not thinking of it earlier.

Your throat began to feel scratchy, but you felt too cold to actually crawl out of bed to go get some water. You rolled over, your body beginning to prop itself shakily on your elbows.

“Actually, Shoto, is it alright if you could get me a glass of-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SHIRT?!”

You screeched, your eyes blown out of your sockets.

There was your boyfriend….of barely 2 months….strolling around with his shirt off like some sexy god. His collared shirt was balled neatly in his hands, his taut muscles rippling with each movement as he stood in his full glory.

You gulped, your eyes drinking in the scene in front of you. God, you knew he was ripped...but not this ripped.

You could wash clothes on his damn abs, they were that pronounced!

“I thought that since my quirk has heat qualities to it, you could use it to your benefit.” He said nonchalantly, as if the sight of him just flaunting his body wasn’t enough to make you want to pounce on him. “Am I- making you uncomfortable?”

“I-uh-np-no it doesn't, its just…” you were stuttering, your hands fidgeting in your lap. It felt like your tongue was made out of cotton, your eyes only able to focus on how adorably messy his hair looked from taking off his shirt. “I'm not used to..to seeing you-”

You had been dating Shoto for a month or so now, and you couldn’t be happier. But the boy was shy with physical touch, and you were honestly a little bit of the same way. You hadn’t seen him show more skin than right now, only getting glances when he trained and accidentally burned his training uniform. You had always wished to see more of his perfectly built body-but you always imagined you would have some warning.

Shoto fidgeted in front of the bed, his cheeks a soft shade of red.

“I can put my shirt back on y/n, it's no trouble-”

“Please don't do that!” You yelled hastily, your eyes screaming with desperation. “Honestly, that's the last thing I want you to do,”

Crap, you sounded so perverted! You basically yelled at him “Please stay half naked I love your body and I’m thirsty for you.”

You never wanted to kick yourself harder.

Shoto didn’t seem to notice your dilemma, only nodding his head. He began to walk over to the opposite side of the bed, your body feeling a dip in the bed as he sat on the mattress.

Your heart began to quicken, staring at those bi colored eyes...god, he was so damn close.

“Very well then...skin to skin contact would be best. It’ll ensure the heat transfers directly to you.”

You gulped, propping yourself up more so you were now sitting up. HIs tone was so warm, so inviting, you could completely just melt into it like honey. But nervousness began to floss your stomach, making your whole body feel heavy-how he worded his sentence, he almost made it seem like he wanted you to undress to. God-the thought made your ears tinge pink, your eyes quinting to helplessly close that flustering thought away. It was tempting….but-Shoto was too modest to suggest something like that, especially when you were sick.

He leaned in close to you, each muscle in his arms rippling in a chain reaction as he took your hand in his own.

You were amazed at how warm his skin felt, the iciness in your veins scorched away by his touch. A sigh escaped your lips, relishing in that wonderful feeling. You were already craving more of that delicious warmth, your aching body crawling towards your shirtless boyfriend.

All worry and nervousness seemed to fade ever so slightly, your icy hands tentatively touching the boy's body. Your fingers trailed lightly against his ribcage, the sensation shooting electricity throughout Shoto’s body.

Shoto stiffened at the initial contact-he still felt extremely flustered with physical touches, but he began to melt into it and relish the feeling of your skin on his. Your arms wrapped gently around his broad shoulders, a small grin enveloping on s\Shoto’s face as he felt you snuggle your cheek into the crook of his neck.

“Are you sure this isnt a sneaky way for you to see me shirtless?” you joked, your voice muffled from your lips pressed against his skin.

Oh god-his instantly felt his quirk intensify, his flusterness taking over. His skin immediately began to heat up, his cheeks blushing starkly from your words.

“Oh no-I-I didnt mean it like that-my intent t was for you to stay clothed, I just-”

He was a stammering mess, and you couldn't find it any cuter. You giggled at his obvious nervousness, your lips pressing a kiss to his cheeks to quiet his stammering.

“Its fine, Shoto, I know you're a gentleman-,” you giggled, your hold on the boy becoming tighter as you soaked in his wonderful heat

“And Besides-your warmer when your flustered”

You snuggle yourself deeper into his shoulder, Shoto’s cheks tinged with a more intense red. You were so sweet and adorable in his eyes, his body loving every second of you touching his bare skin. Every caress felt like pure electricity was coursing through his veins, sending shivers down his back and head.

“Are you sure that wasn't a sneaky way to intensify my quirk y/n?” he asked cheekily, his voice having a hint of playfulness in it

Now it was your turn to blush, a small nervous giggle slipping out of your mouth

“Maybe…” you said, almost like a child who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to.

Shoto chuckled, his head turning to plant a quick kiss along your scalp.

God- you were too cute for your own good.

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(⚠️Mentions of panic attack!⚠️)

It was the dead of the night, an intense feeling of panic flooding the room.

You had just had a nightmare, the scene so real and intense that even when you woke up, you were sweating with uncontrollable fear.

Everything felt so small-the walls of the room were crushing your lungs, the sheets were tangling your legs together in a vise, the shadows felt like demons crawling to swallow you whole.

Shoto had thankfully woken up when you did, the sound of your muffled screams making him shoot up out of dead sleep.

But even with your protective boyfriend so close to you, reassuring you that you were okay and safe, you still felt like you were full of panic.

“Shoto-pls-I cant-cant-” you panted out, your voice cracking with anxiety. You couldn't get a breath of air it seemed like, as if your body was getting suffocated by your own mind.

Shoto was worried-he had never seen you so worked up, so terrified as if something was going to happen to you at any moment. He tried to comfort you, his hands gripping your shoulders in order to ground you, but it wasn't working- you were having an attack of some sort, your mind unable to bring you down from your panic.

“Y/n, you're fine, everythings fine-” he tried to reassure you soothingly, but it didn't work, your eyes still wide with terror.

“It doesn't feel fine!” you cried in panic, “ Everything is crazy, and heavy, I cant think straight Shoto I cant-”

Shoto felt his heart break hearing your voice- you almost sounded desperate, as if you were begging him to help you.

He cupped your face in his hands, his intense bi-colored eyes staring into you. Even in the dark, Shoto could see how shaken you were by your dream-your eyes were big and doe-like, shining as tears threaten to spill out. It made his heart ache, his mind determined to bring you down from your attack.

“-Give me your hands.” he commanded softly, his voice deep and silky. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, your breath still irregular and intense as you slowly gripped his wrists. Your digits were shaking as they wrapped around his skin, his hand quickly detaching from your face to entangle with your fingers.

“Just focus on my voice. Can you do that for me my love? Just focus on me-nothing else.”

You quickly close your eyes, trying to do exactly what your boyfriend instructed you to do.

“What does that feel like?”

A strong sensation of cold filled your hands, the icyiness nipping at your skin. It shocked you at first,the sting an unwelcome sensation. But then your skin slowly got used to the foreign touch, the dull pain bringing a starker clarity to your mind.

“It-its cold,” your words felt thick as they stumbled out of your mouth, each one a labor to process out of your cluttered mind. But it was slowly getting less foggy, the sensation gently swiping the panic away.

“What else?”

“Its smooth, like-like silk. And slippery,” your eyes were scrunched shut, desperately trying to form your words. It was still a struggle, but getting slightly easier to just focus on his touch.

“Good, you're doing wonderful-” Shoto congratulated, his tone having a hint of relief. He could already notice how you were affected by his ice, happy that it was helping you in some way. “how does it feel against your palms,”

“It kinda stings but...it's nice,”you smiled, the panic already ebbing out of you. Your breath was finally normal, your mind felt clear, and the panic inside you had deceased. “ It hurt at first but then its numbs so I can feel it.”

“Do you feel better? More grounded?” Shoto asked, his tone worried, but a part of him already knew the answer. The small, tired smile on your lips and your soft expression told him loud and clear you had finally calmed yourself from your panic.

You opened your eyes tentatively, a hum of acknowledgement ringing from your lips.

Shoto smiled at you, relief washing over his face. But he wanted you to completely rid yourself of the panic, worried that if you weren't calm enough, you’d fall asleep and wake again to another nightmare.

“Take a few deep breaths-it will reconnect you alot better.” he stated softly, watching you close your eyes again and slowly breath.

Inhale...exhale-repeat.

You did this three times, each one grounding you more and more. The room felt cool and spacious again, the sheets werent suffocating anymore, and you finally felt at peace with yourself once again.

A small blush of embarrassment began to creep on your cheeks, as the realization struck you that you had had a full blown panic in the middle of the night.

“Thank you… Im so sorry I freaked out so much-” you apologized, your face flustered from your actions.

Shoto only smiled, his other hand busy at work to slowly melt the ice on your palms.

“Y/n, dont apologize. That was your body’s reaction to stress, something you cant control. Just-if you ever feel like that again, please don't hesitate to get me.”

The ice was now a pool of water on the bed, the sheets sucking up the silky droplets .Shoto gave you a loving smile, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss against your forehead

“ I can help you,love-I just don't want you going through that alone,”

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You twisted on the sofa, your face smashed against a pillow as you tried to forget about the excruciating pain in your core.

“DAMN MY UTEREUS,” you yelled into the pillow in frustration, your words muffled against the fabric.

“Is everything alright y/n-san?” Shoto asked, his eyebrows cocked up in worry.

Shoto was fully aware that this week was your “period” week, the intense cravings and sudden moodiness days prior signalling the dreaded time. Shoto was pretty, well, clueless to the female system, only knowing the basics from school health classes. He had felt slightly nervous around you all week, tending to you as if you were sick and in need of his care.

Of course you had told him that all the attention wasn't necessary, you could survive on your own, but that didn't stop him from doing little things like buying you the food you were craving or a fresh set of feminine products. He wanted to prove to you and himself he could take care of you.

You groaned again, a wave of intense pain making you curl into yourself.

“No…” you grimaced, “ I feel like there’s a butcher hacking at my insides and this damn water bottle is doing nothing-”

Shoto cocked his head, looking up from the book he was reading.

“Water bottle?What is that used for?”

Sure enough, there you were, your hands placing a water bottle wrapped in a thin layer of paper towels against your lower back. Your hands were pushing against it, almost to get it as close to your skin as your face contorted with pain.

“Well...I kind lost my heat pad,” you explained,” so this is my next best solution to just heat this thing up-but its not doing anything-”

Shoto looked at you, his heart breaking at the look of utter discomfort on your face. You looked as though you couldn't take it anymore, your lips quivering and your eyes threatening to spill tears. It was absolutely painful for Shoto, and he felt like it was his duty to at least help alleviate the havoc going on inside your body.

He scooted his body next to yours, his eyes soft with concern. You noticed a dip in the couch as Shoto sat closer to you, the sensation of his hands wrapping around your waist making your eyes shoot open.

Before you could register what was going on, Shoto had expertly pulled your body into his lap, your breath knocked out of your chest and your heart thumping. The water bottle was long forgotten on the floor, your knees cradling Shoto’s sides as he looked at you with those intense, bi-colored eyes

“Can I see if I can be of any help?” he asked, his voice low

“Sure,” you gulped out, “ but I dont know if-uhuh-”

Shoto’s hands wrapped fury against your lower back, his palms radiating an intense heat you had been craving for . The heat was so soothing, something you had desperately needed, and you couldn't help but slump against the man in relief.

“Does that feel a little better, love?”

“God, so much better,” you exhaled out

This is what it felt like to be painless? You seriously loved you boyfriend… you reached around your back to place your hand on his own, guiding his delicious heat to the most critical areas

“Ah...can you do a little lower,,that's it, right there-”

You smiled in relief as you found the perfect spot, your arms wrapping around Shoto’s neck lovingly.

“Who knew you had so many talents Shoto? I have to keep a list of all the amazing uses for that quirk of yours-” you joked, your cheeks nuzzling itself into his neck.

“Also-Im just telling you right now that I wont be leaving your lap for the next few hours-”

Shoto smiled, his cheeks a warm shade of red. DId you always have to be this cute, nuzzling your head into him like a little kitten? He lifted his left hand up to your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh thats alright, love, that doesnt bother me one bit-”

You lifted your head up in shock, a surprised grin enveloping on your face.

“THE Shoto Todoroki? Being flirty? Never thought Id see the day-”

Shoto smiled at you, his bi-colored eye twinkling with adoration. You felt your heart skip a beat, that warm hand on your lower back intensifying as he planted a warm kiss to your cheek

“Only for you dear,”

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[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hey I want to ask for Levi with a fem s/o were she tries to cook for him but while doing it makes a complet mess out of the kitchen.. s/o cant cook but wanted to try for Levi :( scenario if you have time please 🌼

I'm so excited to post this, originally I would have taken another path but these past few weeks I've been thinking about this story a lot and I wanted to write an interesting take on fluff. Hope you enjoy❤️

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: beware! F L U F F, I wouldn't say this features mentions of PTSD, but anyways it could touch a similar topic

Tags: Hurt/ Comfort, all the fluff.

The nightmare before our fifth anniversary

The devastating sight of a kitchen covered in oil, flour and unevenly chopped vegetables would be enough to make every clean freak in the world, inside or outside of the walls scream in agony but it only sent concerned shivers down to Levi's spine.

He could only feel his poor heart sink as his eyes paced around the room in a panicked state. The unpleasant smell of smoke that came from the fireplace only sent hot rushes of blood to his newly throbbing head.

In a haze, he tried to puzzle the pieces together, to figure out what had actually happened. With a quick check around the small space he was assured that all windows were indeed in perfect condition, not a single crack or scratch adorning them. In addition had been locked when he entered, a fact he was amusingly certain of.

Had this been an attack, surely the attacker must have had entered the cabin someway. The lack of blood and physical struggle around the room though, slowly put his mind at ease as he took a step at a time, heading to your shared bedroom.

Glancing around he found traces of tiny vegetable pieces, some flour -or so it seemed- and water. In many places they were mixed together, creating the weirdest mass of sticky residue; such filth was an unusual decoration to his house yet his cleaning obsession instincts refused to mingle with his thoughts just yet.

"(y/n)?" With the calling of your name he heard a saddened tune. He knew, he definitely shouldn't have felt so relieved to the sound, still your situation was unbeknownst to him, but it was a sign that you were certainly still able to make noises.

As his shaking hand reached to push the wooden door of your bedroom open, he tried to shake all horrible thoughts out of his head.

"You're home early."

His eyes widened at the sight of you, feet sprinting on their own to your direction; you sat with your back against the closet door, your hands scrunched in weak fists resting on your cheeks, just underneath your eyes, wiping rivers of tears. Worry splashed on his chest in ice cold swepts as he kneeled down beside you, taking your hand in his in the process.

It was in that moment that he noticed you were covered in flour and unevenly teeny pieces of chopped vegetables. The sight immediately put his otherwise puzzled mind at work and in a second it had clicked to him. Naturally, it all came to fit in the bigger picture, he was proved wrong on his unitial guess on this being a home invasion.

A failed attempt at cooking, that's what it was.

The way that you burried your face in the flat of your palms was as painful for him to witness as it was for you to endure. You were panicking, the sheer terror of his reaction to the mess of the house bullied the insides of your ribs by twisting and turning them, burning them to the point you had to leave pained whimpers escape you.

It was so hard for you to look him in the eye and admit what you had done. Yet, your own embarrassment wouldn't allow you to torture yourself more than what you had already.

"D-don't yell at me, Levi"

"Now, why would I?"

With an exaggerated movement, his hand came to mingle in the space under your jawline. Another sudden wave of hot salty tears threatened to spill out of the corners of your eyes as you melted under the feathery drag of his fingers across the nape of your neck.

His mellow touch was soothing and comforting; forgiving even. It made your whole body fall into serenity as you leaned your head into his palm. Your own hand came to palm under his, your chest letting out a pleased hum as your furrowed brows finally curved upwards in a relieved manner.

"There was a time I knew how to cook. Before all that." you spoke low, voice barely over a whisper as your throat threatened not to hold back the lamp of cries that had gathered at the depths of it. "All I wanted was for us to have a nice anniversary dinner Levi."

You couldn't bear to look him in the eye just yet; your heart hammered inside your chest, anxiously preventing you from ensuring another comforting antic of his to yourself despite your need for it.

You hated yourself for not being able to exceed this simple domestic mission.

"It's fine," he eagerly spoke, his tone mimicking yours "you didn't have to cook on your own. We could just go to a nice restaurant."

"No, Levi! I wanted to make you those duck stuffed eggplants that you like! Why am I so useless that I can't even cook? Seems like all I know is how to put on odm gear and kill Titans while I'm at it."

His other hand came underneath yours. After having finally trapped your hand in between his fists he dragged your mingled hands to your chest, resting them right on top of your heart. Your pulse tightened, your heart threatened to spill in gory manners from the gaps between your ribs, this action was all too familiar to you, all too traumatic for you to momentarily try to endure. It struck you, though, in between coarse breaths and a sudden realisation that plastered wide shock in your eyes that this wasn't a salute. His slow hands wouldn't let go of yours; through your chasted breathing he could feel your whimpering heartbeat, the feeling causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise.

When, at last, your eyes fell into his the silence in the room became overbearing, the familiar buzzing that emitted from such lack of sound was sending your thoughts into a haze as your chest started to pulse with an all familiar warmth.

Surely enough your head wanted to guilt trip you and maybe pester you for not being able to simply mix ingredients together, but your heart ever melting under Levi's affections was invested in its counterattack against your intoxicating brain. When he finally batted his eyes, a little too loudly at it, to prepare your ears to endure the sudden incoming words he was about to utter, you goggled at him desperately. As if you were asking for forgiveness your eyes watered again, a whole new wave of tears shaking you whole.

"Please allow me to drown those tears, we'll prepare a meal together alright? I will show you how." He whispered and crashed his body onto yours respectfully, his chin now sat at the space between your neck and your shoulder. It was a much necessary physical connection that you would never get enough. The warmth that spread from his whole body through every aspect of him that was in contact with you was enough to help you feel anew. Had you previously melted under his touch, now you felt like you were ready for be molded, your existence flickering between the consistencies of melted wax and gooey sand.

In addition to his soothing words, the achingly beautiful gesture that still sat on the left side of your chest burnt holes through your shirt and your skin. His eyes on you were gleaming as if he had ordered the outside world to come to an alt, everything in you screamed for his calloused hands to get a good grip of your heart while he was at it. It should serve him as a well deserved trophy in a solo collection, him the rightful owner of your heart could do as he pleased it so long you could feel him hold you like that.

"Could I take one hand out of our grasp to bring close to me properly?"

Your answer was inaudible, yet he manages to figure it was of positive nature due to the short nod of your head in the name of his neck. He prompted himself a few inches back, despairate not to break much contact with you and reluctantly unleashed his right hand from yours. Before you managed to protest of the prolonged departure of his body on yours though, his hand shot tenderly on your cheek, cupping the soft skin in an urging motion.

The kiss he planted on the apple of your cheek was followed by another on your eyelid, he tired to ignore the ticklish feeling caused by your lashes brushimg against his contact sensitive lips but it was to no avail, a smuh had made it to his mouth before he manages to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"I really love you Levi, I'm glad you're in my life, I say this type of things every single year but-"

Your words were cut short as soon as they had began to form, only as his lips slammed against yours. In a matter of seconds he was moving feverishly, gluttony defining his earth shattering kisses and not even for a second did you hold back in returning the actions with fiery passion.

"I don't speak of this often," out of breath, he pulled back "but I do love you, so very dearly."

Before he could process the endearing look in your eyes, you pulled him in for a kiss once again, lips trembling to meet up with your hearts expectations. If there was a way to show him how you loved him this was it, the soft mingling of each other as you bit and sucked and fought for his lips to never leave yours, pressing his head impossibly close to you.

You knew what your answer should be, a short telltale of the way he made you feel a few moments ago would serve your feelings justice before you could press your aching lips on his once again.

"You could do as you please with my heart and I'd thank you, please don't ever leave me!"

"I won't, I promise. I couldn't be able to push forward without the one who holds my own heart."

Tags: @sasageyowrites @levisbrat25 @alrightberries @nobody-knows-anymore @miss-consulting-timelord am I forgetting anyone?? Pls I'm not good with taglists

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We Gotta Watch The Wet Bandits

Summary- 2k Me (calling him Mike) x Y/N. (Playing It Cool AU)  Beginning of the Christmas Season, and Mike is about to finish up a script. It's all just fluffy and such. No warnings. Written for @jtargaryen18​  30 Days of Chris. 

A/N- Part One, I will be writing a couple more chapters.  

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... 

You hummed to yourself as you walked along the main street, bags in your hands, and taking your sweet time while looking in window displays. Of course California, it never snowed, and you had to say you missed it, which caused a bit of a sigh as you looked at a scene with the backdrop looking like a little New England town. Old church, a general store, horse and sleigh just about to enter a covered bridge, snowy covered hills in the background that appeared to have kids sliding. The one next to it was New York City, Rockefeller Center with it's big beautiful tree made you sigh a bit wistfully.  Mike always claimed he never want to see snow again after some disastrous ski trip his grandfather had taken him on when he was eight. But you felt that just about anything that happened to him when he was seven was ruined for him, due to being an abandoned boy and still trying to process his feelings. 

Mind getting away from you, you jumped when your phone buzzing in your hand startled you, tearing your gaze away from your dream Christmas and down to the phone to see Mike's picture flashing. Hitting the accept call, you tucked it up to your ear as you continue. This time heading straight for the car that was just another block up. “Hey Mike, I'm just finishing up. You need me to grab something before I get home?” 

You could hear clacking in the background, he was about a quarter of the way done from finishing his newest piece and at the stage where you would probably have to drag him to bed to get him to take a break. When he was close to finishing, he got lost into it trying to get it done. “You don't mind picking up dinner tonight? Sorry, I know I promised, but I'm so close to getting done baby. And you're going to love this one, I promise.” You roll your eyes a bit, but you weren't mad about it. 

“Alright, but the moment you're done with that, you're taking me out to that nice place over on 5th street. And what do you want?” 

“You mean that tie joint? You would make me promise to take you there. And uh... beef and broccoli. I can call it in.” 

“Yes, that tie joint. Besides, it's all in your favor. I might let you use that tie on me later.” Your digging for your keys and you can hear a stutter in the clicking of keys, making you smirk. You just knew he was thinking now of what he could do with that tie and had the biggest grin on his face. “And order me sesame chicken. Eggrolls to.” 

“You just had to say that, making me lose my train of thought!” Hearing him joked while you dropped the bags into the back and shut the door, you giggled into the phone. “Just keep imagining it, more incentive to finish.” You offer as an apology.

Hearing him resume typing. “You got a deal, ordering right now. Love you, baby, see you when you get home.” Once you returned the sentiment, he hung up and you checked the time, you had time to see how long you had to kill before food would be ready. 

By the time you got your bags stashed away in the spare bedroom, Mike pulling away from his small office space in the living room to attempt a few sneak peeks, you shooed him away and sent him down to the car to get the food instead, and was sure to strategically hide the few things you had gotten for his stocking when you heard him out in the kitchen. “Back, you got everything hidden so I can try to find it, Babes?” You are sure to click the door shut a little hard and sauntered into the kitchen to grab plates. “If you go looking I will know. I booby-trapped the entire spare room.” 

“Well fuck, don't threaten me with a good time Babygirl.” He teased while opening the bag, and pulling out the containers while you grabbed to plates. “I can and I will... you want a fork?” Grabbing spoons to plate the food. Mike unwraps a pair of chopsticks and clicks them together. “Nah, I got this, and I'm getting good at them.” 

Snorting in a laugh, you shrug and just bring over the spoons, picking up the second pair and fitting them in your hand. “I told you that you would, it's not that hard.” He reaches over with his and pinched your arm with it, and you jab back at him, the two of you teasing and poking at each other in retaliation, till Mike called a truce, letting you get the last poke in. “Harder then it looks Y/N” Popping open containers and scooping stuff out, he grabs a piece of beef in the chopsticks and holds it out for you, that you grab and chew while scooping out the rice. “Damn I love when you order beef and broccoli.” 

“I know, that's part of why I choose it.” Mike shrugs, taking some of the sweet chicken and plating it for himself. You pause with a furrowed brow. “Wait, you're not choosing it cause you want it?” 

“Well of course I do. But I just know you happen to like it to. Don't question what I do.” Unwrapping egg rolls from the wax paper, he set one on your plate, and you still looked at him with a hint of doubt. 

“What would you order if you're not sharing with me?” you question while grabbing the plates and handful of the sauce packets while proceeding to the living room, setting your two messy with piles of food plates on the coffee table. Mike followed along behind with two beer's, what's fast food Chinese without a beer to wash it down after all. “Beef and Broccoli... maybe generals tso's.”

You immediately wrinkle your nose at him, and he crashes on the couch next to you, handing you the beer. “See Weakling, why I don't order spicy food. You wrinkle your nose every time.” You push him back against the couch after sitting down the beer and move to straddle him, smirking as you pin his wrists down. 

“Weakling? Not me Stud, just cause I don't wanna burn my taste buds off.” He can't help but grin at you acting tough, with your pinkish cheeks still from the cold, and your hair up in a ponytail, giving you a more girlish look. Easily he could have taken over, twisted to pin you beneath him, and cover you in kisses, tickling your hips till you were begging for mercy. But you to know all his weaknesses, and that lets a mischievous daring look in your eyes in case he challenged you. Twisting his hips quickly, he toppled you over and breaking your hold, he tickled along your sides, making you squeak out, grabbing at his hands and weaving your fingers with his to keep him from trying to tickle you again. 

“You sure about that?” Mike asked as he hovered over you, leaning to catch your lips with his own, and you arch into the kiss. It was hard denying when he took over like this, you liked it. Flexing your fingers weaved with his, you sighed into the kiss, letting your head fall back and look up at him. “Okay fine, a little bit. But it is really hot.” Your nose wrinkled again and Mike kissed the tip of your nose, chuckling while pulling back, bringing you up with him. You curled at his side and reached to grab the remote, flicking through the holiday movies. “Next time that's what I'm ordering you,” you say as your searching. 

“And I don't want to see you claiming you can handle it when we both know you cant.” Of course, it was an empty threat, as if he could ever tell you no when you wanted something. Mike waited to see what you were picking, seeing as you were on a mission for something specific, as soon as you got to your movie, he groaned and you giggled, hitting play. “You do know this is the one movie I'm watching tonight with you, I gotta go finish the last couple of chapters.” You lean forward and grab the plates, handing him his, and curling back up against his side, drawing your feet up, the all too familiar theme song playing. “Yes I know, and you know it's a tradition for me to watch The Wet Bandits as the first Christmas movie of the year.” 

Twisting the chopsticks in his fingers to pick up his first bite, eyes focused on the screen. “What, no love for The Sticky Bandits?” Mike popped in his bite and chewed slowly while you were ripping into some duck sauce and pouring it onto your rice, offering him some that was denied with a shake of the head. “They are tomorrow night.” 

“Oh, okay... watching in order.” 

“Exactly, we can't watch New York before this one.” You scooped up some of your rice that was all sticky with sauce, licking your lips clean between chews.

Mike's gaze fell to the scenic picture, a large house, set in a great neighborhood, all decked out in white lights. “Is that what you want someday Babes?” he asked, and you tilted your head to look at him. “Mmmhh, no. Not like that. Right now I'm rather happy with our little apartment Christmas in Sunny California with Mallory and Samson getting tipsy and crashing on the couch, Scott trying to reenact A Christmas Carol, and Lyle redoing our tree. Which we have to get out of storage soon.” 

“I can get it next weekend, and I don't mean this year... like down the road,” Mike asked, and set his plate aside, clearing his palate with a swing of beer, and you watched the mayhem of the family rush out of the house, leaving behind Kevin. “One day maybe, but I'm not in a rush to make all that happen.” You wave your chopsticks towards the tv, all the parents looking traumatized. “Someday though. Although I picture it more like the Griswolds. Everything is messed up, but fuck if we still aren't having a great time at life” You chuckle while popping your last bite of eggroll and set it on top of his.

His arm lifted around your shoulder and your head rested on his chest. Mike's fingers trailed up and down your arm while watching the film. “Although I wouldn’t hesitate to go back for a holiday sometime.” You said it so absently, just finishing a train of thought, but Mike caught it. 

And with his newest work almost being finished, maybe sometime would be sooner rather than later. Brian had said that this was a well-anticipated script, and Mike had put his heart into this one. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, but he had high expectations for when it was going to be read. The thought stuck in his mind, once the movie was finished, food taken cared of, you turned to him after washing the plates. “I'm going to call it a night, don't forget to come to bed tonight.” You teased while giving him a slow kiss, and he nodded, rubbing his hands along your hips. 

“Just one more chapter and I will be in, promise.” dropping a kiss to your shoulder, and a nuzzle to his neck, you leave him to continue writing, and get ready for bed. Once Mike hears the door close, he's immediately on his computer, pulling up a search engine. 

He's groaning as most everything is the book for what he's looking for, but then one listing popped up, and he debates, his mouse hovering over the button. Should he jump on it or wait? He was very confident that it was good, that Brian would send it right out and it would be his payday. His finger itched to his the button, knowing just how much you would love this and not be suspecting anything like this. Without another moment's hesitation, you hit the okay button, and he got excited to tell you. But it was going to have to wait. 

Now, time to finish that script.  

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SiriNoel Fanfiction;; Sick

((hdbvhd this is my first fan fiction I’m posting on here so please bear with me!!))

summary: Sirius is sick and Noel wants to make him feel better!!

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Being sick is honestly an irritating thing for many. You cant smell, constantly having a headache, feel like your going to pass out, tired absoulutely all day, angered very easily than before, it's terrible!

Well, sadly the one and only Sirius Gibson, is dealing with that currently. He's sick. The already short tempered male, is sick.

The purple headed male has currently locked himself in his Lover, Noel Levine's room. Even though he was told to isolate himself into his own room, he proceeded to refuse the order. Sirius isn't the type of person to instantly obey an order, especially when the order is to be away from his significant other.

So, Sirius is in Noel's comfortable blue bed, snuggling close to the star and moon pillows they bought each other for Valentines day. Sirius craved attention, considering Noel has been away from his significant for 2 hours.

Why is the blonde away from his significant? He's trying to made soup.

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"Noel, turn the stove OFF please!" Claire and Ashe begged, attempting to pry Noel from burning the kitchen.

"I-It is! I swear! I turned it off!" Noel panicked, grabbing the hot bowl of soup and bringing it to the counter, hissing at the instant burn touching his palms in a mere second.

"Noel! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Ashe hurries over to Noel, looking closely at Noel's burned palms. "Yes I'm alright! The bowl was meerely too hot, I'm ok!" Noel spoke through hisses of pain, holding his hands to his chest as they trembled softly.

"Whew, thank the stars! I'll finish up the soup, Miss Claire, can you tend to Noel's wounds?" Ashe asks, putting on kitchen mittens and grabbed the bowl of soup, taking over and finishing up the rest for Noel.

Despite his absolute terrible cooking, Noel did a very well job with the soup, and actually not burning the kitchen down! Ashe was impressed.

"His wounds aren't terrible, just mere burns, they'll heal up in no time!" Claire spoke, wrapping Noel's palms with bandages, before getting up to clean up the small mess in the kitchen. Ashe nodded, and looked at Noel’s slightly worried face, frowning abit.

"Noel, I know very well your worried for Sirius, but he'll be okay! You haven't slept or taken a rest ever since he became sick, let us do the rest.." Ashe begged, grabbing a rectangulaur plate and but the bowl of soup, a small cup of honey tea, and napkins on the plate, putting it on the kitchen table and softly puttng a hand on Noel's shoulder, worried for the blonde.

"I will be alright, honest, Ashe. I do apprciate your concerns, but I must make sure Sirius is alright." Noel said in his soft voice, before getting up and grabbing the plate and excusing himself upstairs to his room.

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"Siruis? Starlight? I'm coming in." Noel spoke outside the door, skillfully opening the door without dropping Sirius' meal. When he locked eyes with his purple haired lover, his eager smile saddened when noticing how pale Sirius looks.

"Oh stars, Darling, look at you..." Noel spoke softly, closing the door and walking over to the bed, puttng the food on the beside table and holding Sirius' face in his hands, looking at his now visible freckles that splattered all over Sirius' face. "You, your so pale, are you cold? Hot? Did the cold get worse?" Noel frantically asked, earning a weak cough and chuckle.

"Silly, I'm-" Sirius cuts himself off with a cough, frightening Noel. "Ah ah, I'm perfecly okay, it was just a cough." Sirius quickly reassured his worried significant, earning a pout. "Are you s-sure..?" Noel asked, holding his lover's hand and intertwining their fingers. "Oh, yes of course, dear. Please try not worry so much about this, it's just a mere cold." Sirius reassured once more. Noel sighed softly and nodded his head.

"Alright, if you say so, Sirius." Noel spoke, relieved that Sirius was alright. "However, your warmth would make me feel much better, Levine." Sirius whispered, drinking the rest of the tea and sipping the soup, humming at the warmth hitting his top lip, his eyes closing.

"The soup is, decent. But delicious. I assume you made it, hm?" Sirius smiled, opening a eye to see Noel's bright red face, clearly flustered at the compliment given.

"Y-yes, I did..! I am f-flattered you like it!" Noe spat out, rubbing his hand through his hair, he then cleared his throat. "A-anyways, if you would like for me to hold you, I'd advice finish as much as you can, but do not rush please!”

"I have to finish this, all of it, so I can cuddle my significant? Absolutely unfair, Levine!" Sirius spoke, clearly unhappy with the order given.

"Gibson."

"Alright, alright.." Sirius sighed, sipping more of the soup slowly so he doesn't cough any of it up. A few minutes of silence, Sirius finshed the soup and put the bowl on the bedside table besides him, looking at Noel.

"I'm done. Come here." Sirius requested, scooting over so Noel can get in the covers with him. The blonde haired boy sighs softly at his boyfriend's sassiness and walked over, getting into the covers, and putting Sirius's head on his chest, making sure both of them are very much comfortable.

"Therree we go.~ Hello, Starlight." Noel smiled, gently grabbing Sirius' chin so he can look at him. Sirius' face brightened and his freckles popped up. "H-hello, Levine.." He muttered, getting closer to the blonde haired boy’s lips, looking at them for a small second and kissed them softly, the taller male kissing back almost instantly, the sweet kiss being nothing but love and passion.

"Did you miss me that much? You could have just used the ring, I would have came." Noel smiled, holding his hand up to show the light yellow moon ring upon his right ring finger.

These rings are not just for show. They are rings that can signifiethe other that they are in need for attenion/love/comfort, etc. With the tap of it, shall signify the other that their lover craves you. Like a mood ring of a sort.

"No, I did not want to bother you over mere craveness of your touch, besides, your not leaving this bed no time soon. Henceforth I can hear your heart and feel your warmth for a very long while-" Sirius says befire cutting himself off once agan with anothe cough, this one more painful than the one before.

"O-oh no, Sirius! S-s-shh shh, breathe.." Noel panicked, patting the back of the purple haired male, Sirius’ coughing turning into small hiccups, and then regular breathing, as his pale hand gripped Noel's shirt.

“There you go, Sirius. Shh..” Noel hummed, petting Sirius’ hair and rubbing his back in small circles, in a attempt to relax the other from his coughing fit. “Feeling a little better..?” Noel asked, earning a nod and warm hands caressing his face. “Yes. Now, can I please take a nap with you, My Love..?” Sirius asked quietly.

“Now what type of significant would I be if I simply disagreed? Of course you may, dear.” Noel spoke in a whisper, humming a soft recognizable song to ease the other. “....This song..it’s familiar..” Sirius mumbled, his eyes being droppy, giving him a hard time to open them. Noel noticed this and kissed Sirius’ half closed eye, earning a small smile.

“It’s So This Is Love, from your favorite book and movie, Cinderella. Last I recall, you love this one because it reminds you of you and me, hm?” Noel answered, rubbing Sirius’ back in circles, making small patterns. “Ah, yes, yes I do remember it! Of course it reminds me of us!” Sirius spoke in a proud voice, seeming as though he felt very proud that Cinderella is his favorite movie and book.

“Hmmm, yes yes my Dear. Now rest, you’ve done a great job today, and I am absolutely so proud of you. You need your rest, do not worry I am right here.” Levine whispered, giving Sirius a chill up his back, but he obeyed very much after, drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

Noel was at ease, hearing the soft breathing from the smaller, although he was not tired, he decided it doesn’t hurt to nap for awhile. Before he did, Levine gently kissed Sirius’ head many many times, before singing softly:

“My heart has wings, mmm

And I can fly

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of

Mmm, mmm

So this is love...”

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Out of Bounds - Part 3

If you missed the first two parts, you can get caught up here.

A warm hug and a huge thank you to my lovely new beta @rhinkipoo! 

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Link bounded into Rhett’s place like a curious puppy. Rhett locked the front door as he walked in after Link. He tried his best to not stare at his ass, but its sway was hypnotizing and the way Link’s jeans accented the perfectly perky cheeks made Rhett’s throat go dry. Suddenly parched, he walked up to the fridge. 

“Want something to drink?” he asked Link as the cold air hit his face, a vain attempt to cool down his heated thoughts. Rhett breathed deep before taking out a beer.

“Nah, I’m good,” Link said and drifted to Rhett’s bookshelf. Rhett remembered his morning run and swapped his beer for a fizzy water.

“Lots of thrillers,” Link remarked, tapping his fingertips lightly over the spines of the books haphazardly stuffed into the overflowing shelves.

“Mm,” Rhett hummed, non-committal, and uncapped the bottle. He tried to ignore the fact that his hands were trembling. A big gulp of cold water seemed to help him cool down a bit.

Rhett stood next to the fridge, leaning against the counter, watching Link as he riffled through his things. The apartment was small, only one main room, a kitchenette, and a sleeping alcove. The couch, desk, and the small foldable table with two chairs took most of the square footage of the main room. Rhett had never really minded the cramped quarters before, but now Link seemed to somehow fill all of the available real estate—both in the apartment and in Rhett’s mind. It made Rhett look at his place with a new set of eyes. 

He was not a neat freak by any measure, but he wasn’t a slob either. He did notice a pair of dirty boxer briefs discarded on the floor near the bathroom door and moved to quickly snatch them up and throw them into the hamper. As always, his bed had remained unmade. It was a bit embarrassing, and he wished he was the type to regularly keep his place tidy, but at least he’d changed the bedding recently. 

Link turned to look at Rhett and followed his gaze to the bed. He flashed a cheeky grin and his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth. It was simultaneously cute and lewd. Rhett wanted to turn to hide the blooming heat on his cheeks, but he was determined to hold the eye contact. This particular situation might be new to him, but it wasn’t like he’d never hooked up with someone before. He didn’t want Link to know how out of his depth he was.

Rhett took another sip of his drink and watched Link let his gaze roam over his body for a brief moment, igniting a simmering heat inside Rhett’s gut. But when he was about to put away his drink and attempt to move things along, Link turned and skipped from Rhett’s bookshelf to his desk. He picked up a picture frame and studied the picture of Rhett and his family. Rhett gripped the bottle harder and tilted his head in confusion. Hadn’t Link wanted to hook up? He was more than sure that Link wasn’t nervous, so why would he want to take a detour through Rhett’s things? 

“You and you’re brother look nothing alike,” Link said, making Rhett laugh. They really didn’t and most people that met them liked to point that out. Link set the frame back on the desk and went through all the knick-knacks Rhett had gotten from his trips—little things he’d picked up on family vacations before college and from tournaments and away-games while attending NC State. 

All the while, he was making random comments about this and that. Rhett didn’t have time to reply before Link had moved onto the next thing that caught his eye. Link didn’t seem to mind his silence. After he left the desk, he crouched down to shift through the movies Rhett had under his TV-stand.

It gave Rhett time to pause and take a breath.

I just brought a guy to my place.

What am I doing? 

What do I want to happen? Am I really gonna fuck him? He offered, right? But was that just him being flirty? Is he expecting me to do other stuff with him? To him? Like, touch him… down there.

Rhett had no time to inspect how much the thought thrilled him when Link’s voice interrupted him. He was waving a DVD case towards Rhett.

“Oh, I’ve wanted to see this one! Is it any good?”

“It’s okay,” Rhett said, without actually seeing what movie Link had shown because Link was on the move again. He’d noticed the guitar propped up on the corner. His eyes lit up and he lifted the instrument.

“Do you play?” he asked and strummed the strings tentatively. Rhett shrugged.

“I dabble. I can almost play a few songs.”

“Hot,” Link murmured and set the guitar down. 

And then he was right there, their bodies pressed together, his mouth tasting Rhett’s neck with sloppy wet kisses that made him shiver and buck against Link’s stomach. Rhett’s brain screeched to a halt at the sudden change.

“Oh gosh,” he moaned when he managed to somewhat gather himself, fumbling to get his water bottle onto the counter behind him. He nearly missed and had to scramble to prevent a mess. Link’s hands were sliding under Rhett’s shirt, tickling his sides and pawing at his abs. His touch was firm but soft and when his fingers brushed over Rhett’s nipple, making it bud, Rhett drew in a breath between his teeth and silently begged for Link to touch him lower.

“Mmh,” Link hummed against Rhett’s clavicle, kissing it through his shirt and breathing in deeply. “You smell real good.”

This blushing thing has to stop, Rhett decided, feeling dizzy and flushed. He didn’t remember ever blushing like this when a girl complimented him. The bottle was now safely on the counter and his hands were finally free to roam all over Link’s tight body. And, fuck, did he feel good. All hard muscle and soft curves. How was that even possible? 

Before Rhett could even make a conscious decision to do so, his palms had found their way to Link’s ass and squeezed. Link made a low throat sound, something between a moan and a growl, and clamped his teeth onto Rhett’s shoulder, grinding himself against Rhett’s thigh. Rhett could feel Link’s hardness press against him.

“Tell me what you want, hotshot,” Link whispered between teasing kisses and bites along Rhett’s neck. Rhett swallowed hard and tried to muster up some kind of an answer. What did he want? 

“I really want you to fuck me,” Link continued with a breathy voice as he nibbled Rhett’s earlobe. “But if that’s too much for you, I could just get on my knees right here and suck you off.” Link’s palm moved to caress between Rhett’s legs.

“Fuck,” Rhett groaned, canting his hips towards Link, for more pressure, more touching, more Link. His head was spinning and profanity seemed to be the only thing he could get out right now.

Link let out a low chuckle. “Was that a request or just a reaction to this?” His hand pressed against Rhett’s jeans and moved along his hard length. Rhett couldn’t think. His brain was a fuzzy bundle of dirty thoughts and pleas that he couldn’t get out. He needed Link on his knees, his glistening pink lips around his cock, but he also needed a moment to think, to gather himself.

Gaining little sanity and hoping to slow things down for a beat, Rhett’s hands let go of Link’s ass and he cupped Link’s face for a slow, exploratory kiss. Link tasted of something sweet and alcoholic. Rhett couldn’t get enough of the way Link’s tongue swiped against his and retreated again and again as if coaxing Rhett into his mouth. Finally, Rhett obeyed and let his tongue slip between Link’s lips into the wet warmth of his mouth. Link had clearly been waiting for exactly that because he enveloped Rhett’s exploring tongue and sucked hard, making Rhett’s knees nearly buckle.

Rhett pulled away, drawing a shaky breath, trying to catch Link’s eyes but Link pounced on him, whining into his mouth as he kissed him again. Link’s hand wrapped around Rhett’s neck, pulling Rhett down or pulling himself up as if he was trying to climb Rhett’s tall frame. Rhett’s hands slipped down, grabbing Link’s waist to pull him down. 

“Dude, you gotta slow down. I’m losing my mind here,” Rhett managed to get out with a huff of a laugh. Link laughed too, a pleased,sharp sound that filled the room and Rhett’s chest with warmth.

“Wanna get in the bed? We can just kiss for a while and see where that takes us,” Link suggested, nuzzling his nose under Rhett’s ear. When Rhett nodded, Link’s fingers intertwined with Rhett’s and he was pulled towards his bed.

[too-strange-for-earth]

Memories (3/?)

Parings: steve Harrington x reader, Jim hopper x daughter! reader, nancy wheeler x platonic! reader, Jonathon Byers x platonic! reader. (Future Billy Hargrove x reader)

Masterlist

Prompt list

(1)-(2)-(4)-(5)-(6)

(Y/n): your name

(Y/m/n): your middle name

(Y/e/c): your eye color

(Y/h/c): your hair color

tags: @bandsandanimefreak @fortheloveoflamp @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah @daddyuwuss

warnings: language, bad writing, angst, fluff.

a/n: this was a bitch to type, I injured pinkie finger and it hurts to type. so, sorry if its a bit rushed and all over the place. I'm just trying to tie loose ends.

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It was a normal morning some would say. Jim woke up in a cold sweat with a hangover that felt as if a boulder landed on him, Steve was passed out on the couch holding his deceased girlfriend's shirt while the family videos played and Eleven at Mikes still discussing their plan to find (y/n). 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHES ALIVE?! IF SHE WAS ALIVE I WOULD KNOW IT BY NOW! CAUSE STEVEN HARRINGTON CANT KEEP HIS DAMN MOUTH SHUT!” Dustin screamed throwing the board game on the floor, Max emidiatly hushed him. El was sitting around the table with her friends as the DnD board was on the floor, it was odd. Mike was trying to think about how it was possible, Will was trying to calm Dustin down from his outburst. 

“Will? Did you see her at all?” Lucas looked up finally removing his hands from his face. “N-No not at all. I didn't feel him near.” Will stammered. He felt guilty keeping this from his brother, what if she really was alive? 

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Jim went to work angry, tired, and in need of a cigarette. There was no music on the drive there, and he just found out that he drank all the beer last night trying to figure out how this is possible.

“Wow, Jim. Who peed in your oatmeal this morning” one of the cops snickered as he sat down at his desk. He let out a long sigh, took off his hat, and started to go through any and all paperwork that dealt with Starcourt Mall and the Russians last year. 

He heard a knock on the door and saw Florence with a cup of water and an aspirin.  “thanks.” the cop mumbled as she set the two items down and sat across from him. “Jim, I haven't seen you this distraught since the Byers kid went missing. What's going on?” the woman asked with worry in her eyes. 

“It's about (Y/N) a few people around town are saying they saw her. I have to find out if it's true or some cruel joke. I swear if it’s some cruel joke I’m going to make those fuckers wish they didn’t come up with the idea.” Jim growled out, holding back tears as he glanced at the picture frame of his family. “If it helps any, you might want to talk to Joyce about this. The girl would do anything for you.” Florence smiled as she left the dark room, wishing for her friend to feel better.

Three hours later he finally found something. Three hours to find out there was a call about a lost girl. Three hours to go by some random strangers eyes from the town over. It wasn't a lot, and it probably wasn’t her, but if there was a chance that his daughter was alive he will try to find out.  “I'm taking the day off,” Hopper said leaving the building. 

--

Steve woke up crying, he thought that the events from yesterday were just a bad dream. He couldn't take it anymore he has to do something about this, he has to find her. He got into the car and drove to the Wheelers residence, it was a long shot trying to talk to Nancy, but if he knew El (and he practically knew everything at this point) she would be with MIke. 

Before he could even ring the doorbell Nancy opened the front door. “Steve?! What the hell are you doing here?!” she exclaimed. Ever since (Y/n) left the two didn't speak unless forced to; it wasn't that they hated each other. It was more like they couldn't look at each other without being reminded of her. “Is Mike here,” Steve said as Nancy moved out of the way to let him in.

“uhh yeah, he’s in the basement. Why?” She was more confused than ever. If Steve is here to talk to Mike then that meant two things, El was in trouble with Hopper or that the Demogorgon was back; and she was really hoping it wasn't the latter. “DnD business Nance.” Steve didn't technically lie, but it also wasn't the truth. “okay?” she didn't bother to ask about it any further. When steve became short with his answers she knew that there was no chance to get anything out of him. When she turned back to the door she saw the flash of (y/n)’s (y/e/c) eyes. “Shit”

--

He ran down the stairs, keys still in hand, to see the party including Robin sitting on the floor in deep thought. “So I'm guessing El told you.” Everyone jumped hearing his voice. “what the fuck man! You didn't bother to radio it in?!” Dustin ran over to the young adult. (Y/N) was like an older sister to the teenagers, always there to give advice, watch a movie, or even rant or cry on her shoulder. But she had an especially close bond with Dustin, Mike, Will, and El.

“And let whoever listen in? ‘Oh yeah, guess what guys! My dead girlfriend isn't dead after all! No, in fact, she's in Hawkins and I think I'm going crazy and her Dad is mad at me cause I probably pulled her into this fucking mess!’ NO! I'm not going to do that Dustin!” Steve all but calmy said running a hand through his already tousled hair. everyone stopped moving and started to look behind Steve. “What is it now,” Steve exclaimed turning around. 

Everything went silent, all breathing stopped. Steve couldn't believe it, he dropped his keys and walked cautiously towards the stairs. “(Y/N)?”

--

Hopper arrived at Joyce's house to see the door open. He put his hand over his gun and walked forward. “Joyce?” He asked as he stepped through the door, everything was still in place except for Wills drawings all over the table. “In here Jim!” a sigh of relief left his lips as he walked towards her room to see her on the phone. 

“yeah... okay thanks, Nancy.” Joyce hung up the phone and looked at Hopper, his eyes full of worry as she waled to him. “She's alive, and at Mikes.” Hopper let out a shaky laugh and pulled the woman into a hug. “I knew it, Joyce. I fucking knew it.” They stayed like that for a good five minutes until they decided to go to Mikes and Nancy's. 

Usually, it would take ten to fifteen minutes to the Wheelers, but Hopper wasn't going to waste another minute away from his daughter. One year too long.

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Five minutes. That is how long it took for hugs to be passed around and for Hopper to bust down the door and run to the basement. “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) HOPPER! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! ONE YEAR (Y/N) (Y/M/N)! ONE LONG FUCKING YEAR!” It wasn’t a shock to hear Hopper yell, but the fact that he used her middle name made it otherwise.

He noticed a few new scars over her body, some cuts on her face, as well as some bruises here and there. She didn’t deserve any of this, she didn’t do anything wrong to be harmed.

“You’re telling me” she smiled softly, looking at her father. He opened his arms as she crashed into him. A hug well needed and well deserved. Everyone ignored the fact that if she were alive than something might be alive as well.

(Part 4)